"Oh come on Daphne! He's a perfect ten! Look at those cheekbones!"
The two air stewardesses were peeking through the curtain at the A-lister who had just taken his seat ready for take-off on this Atlanta to LAX flight. But Tom's boyish looks were far too clean-cut for Daphne's liking:
-"You young girls obsess over silly little boys like that all you want but I'm here to do my job! And, it's 'Chief', not 'Daphne' to you Bianca, and don't forget it." Chief Air Stewardess Daphne liked to run a tight ship. Divorced and the wrong side of 40, her stern professional demeanor was her armor.
"But look at this shoot! He's practically naked in it!" Bianca, the youngest stewardess in Daphne's five-woman team, pushed a glossy magazine in front of her superior. It was the recent edition of Style magazine and the 18 year old Tom Caley, international singer superstar, was posing in nothing more than a tight pair of pink swimming trunks, his lithe and toned body on display for his adoring female fans.
But Daphne had had enough of this fawning over a silly little male popstar: "That's enough Bianca. If you focused more on your work than chasing men my job would be a whole lot easier. Now prepare for take-off. We've had celebrities on flights before, this is nothing special."
Also taking her seat just in front of Tom was a tall brunette lady. Juliet fitted in just like any other of the passengers. To look at her, no-one would think anything out of the ordinary. She wore high boots over her skinny jeans with a tight polo neck sweater which accentuated her small but pert boobs. Her hair was straight and swept to one side, falling to her shoulders. The long jacket she carried on hid something slightly more serious. A pistol and a badge as Juliet was an Air Marshal.
*
With an uneventful take-off and a quick visual sweep for anything suspicious or untoward, Juliet fell into boredom. This was the fifth domestic flight in a row she'd been assigned to. In a male-dominated profession, it seemed to her that female Air Marshals like herself were treated as inferior to their male colleagues. These cocky men were getting assigned to the big international flights, with cushy expense accounts while Juliet (a superb professional - or so she thought!) was stuck on these tedious domestic flights. She longed for a chance to prove her ability and was keen for something more eventful to happen.
Suddenly, Juliet's phone began to ring. While other passengers looked at her shocked, she calmly took the call. This was her work phone and it must be something urgent for central command to ring her mid-flight. A flustered Bianca was quickly descending upon Juliet, loudly instructing her to hang up and put that phone into airplane mode. Reaching into her jacket, Juliet grasped and flashed her badge of authority to Bianca, who understood the seriousness of the situation and gestured for the Air Marshal to follow her to the rear of the plane and the seclusion of the steward's galley.
From his aisle seat Tom Caley languidly watched the proceedings as the two women hurried passed him on their way to the back of the plane. He figured the stewardess must have been as young as himself. She was a beautiful, athletic, black girl, with her hair tightly bound in a puff ball. Her blouse teasingly had a few too many buttons undone and was certainly against regulations; Tom could clearly see the outline of her black lace bra, showing off her ample cleavage. The little minx gave Tom a cheeky wink as she passed him, leading to Tom quickly fantasizing about how it would be to strip her of that sexy stewardess uniform and force himself upon her.
At the back of the plane, Juliet was now relaying her phone conversation to the five stewardesses huddled together. They had a situation. An anonymous tip off had alerted her to a situation. And the new draconian homeland security laws required all such tip offs, even anonymous ones, to be taken with the utmost seriousness. It seemed a passenger on the flight was travelling with a large amount of illegal narcotics hidden on their person. Or allegedly was. And, who was the perpetrator? Or alleged perpetrator? None other than the famous Tom Caley!
The circle of ladies gasped in unison at this revelation. Chief Stewardess Daphne quickly tried to assert some order. "Well Juliet, what happens now? What is the procedure?"
Juliet paused before replying, she anticipated what she was about to say would throw this gaggle of mostly young ladies into a silly frenzy. But regulations must be obeyed, and she knew what her duty was, and she would enforce it steadfastly:
"I'm afraid the regulation is very strict here. I must perform a search of Tom's person."
Bianca giggled and piped up "You mean like frisk him? Can I volunteer to help lol!"
Her joke earned her a withering look from Daphne.
Juliet cleared her throat, as she guessed she'd have to spell it out to this naïve young girl:
"Not just a frisk, no. A FULL body search; a full STRIP search. I'm afraid I've no option but to confiscate Tom's clothes for examination, as well as examine his entire body as well. It would mean, ladies, the suspect will be stripped and completely nude back here, in the confines of this steward's galley while I complete the search."
