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Four brunettes were seen sitting in a quiet corner in this bustling airport, wearing the typical dark-blue Air Pacifica uniforms and having their hair neatly styled in tight buns, but the flaming red pantyhose that covered their shapely legs were hard to miss, especially when paired with equally dazzling heels. Their bodies were idle but their looks were tense.
The one in the middle, with particularly well-formed features and a pair of bright eyes, called herself as Kim. She was waiting with her crew to board their aircraft. Everyone else was forced to wait because two of them, Coco and Tiffany, must attend to their "most important business" at the fragrance counter. She knew it was happening again--they nearly caused the entire crew to miss the return aircraft last month in Paris, and similarly got lost in the massive LAX and had to be located with the help of airport security. At least now they were safe in their base of operations in Hong Kong, but time was slowly running out and the two attractive women were nowhere to be seen.
She turned to face Michelle, who returned her gaze with a "you know too" look and sighed. Michelle had lately been promoted to chief attendant, but such an accommodating person she was, that she quite struggled to be the leader and discipline her crew. Had Kim been a few years older she would have been the perfect one for this role, but for now she had to settle as Michelle's subordinate. The other two women were no better, both new to the job and required plenty of guidance. While Mindy seemed to learn her role fast, Kim was concerned about the other girl Angel; she appeared to be such a frail little woman, constantly shy and afraid to present herself in public, that Kim doubted she was ever ready for the changes that were happening to their work.
The missing women must have made Angel nervous again, for she was fidgeting her clothes and pulling at her skirt like a restless kitten licking its fur. But the poor girl couldn't be blamed for that. To tell the truth, none of them was used to the secret new outfit, which they all wore beneath their usual uniforms. A peculiar piece of clothing it was, and Kim had no idea such an outrageous design ever existed. When they first tried it on two days ago at the internal training, almost everyone found it unpleasant. Kim thought it too vulgar--the kind that readily brought out the worst in its wearer, and she was all the more vexed when told that they weren't allowed to pair any underwear with the new uniform.
Kim shifted uncomfortably on the cold wooden stool with her legs closed tight, trying to stop the chilly air conditioning in the terminal from seeping down her bald privates. The board had decided that a clean shave was what the foreigners preferred, so everyone had to comply. It wasn't like she ever grew a wild bush, but Kim had always kept a neat dark patch down there, just thick enough to shield her tender privates. Now, without its protection, she constantly felt exposed and awkward.
And then there was the video she watched the day before. Every time Kim closed her eyes, she would see the two naked white women being held in midair by those huge, muscular black guys, their legs dangling and their pee leaking in ecstasy... She felt sick after watching it, but at the same time was strangely aroused by it. She was puzzled by her own reaction. Why should she like seeing other women treated in such a humiliating way? But the feeling lingered on, and now she was thinking about that revolting orgy all the time. A friend showed it to her and explained that this had recently occurred on a Swedish Air flight; both of the women involved had since achieved fame, and there was even rumors that they would soon join a well-known American adult film studio that specialized in creating interracial content.
Was this the fate of flight attendants like her, to be turned into second-rate porn stars who were pried open by more strangers' cocks after being used as sex toys for the pleasure of the passengers? Kim cringed at such thoughts. They would no longer be the respected professionals now that anyone may publicly fantasize about their bodies and actually buy them for a fair price, very little of which would end up in her paycheck. And were they simply to become mindless sluts and accept it as the "new normal"?
The sudden return of the two missing friends, freshly out of breath and burdened with bags of prizes, interrupted Kim's thought. Now that everyone was present, the crew could finally depart to board the plane. As usual, Michelle let it pass without blaming either of them, and the two carried on laughing and chatting to each other while they passed through the jet bridge with their carry-ons. Tiffany and Coco were not silly souls, but the importance of being on time--a trait that was key in their line of work--seemed to evade their minds so frequently and hopelessly that it made one wonder whether they were more in love with the idea of being flight attendants than the actual labor itself.
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Such long five hours this flight would last! Bali's azure sea already beckoned on the other side. They had to left their home: too much damp rain and too little sun. England was no country for married men. That dreadful winter depression was making them lose the urge--such a tepid performance! Those on the receiving side were not satisfied at all.
So the wives booked them a one-way ticket to the tropical paradise ("don't you dare come back until you can last more than five minutes," said they) and hoped that enchanted island would restore some libido back in their husbands. They prayed for their men that it was true what they had heard about these Asian women--that they were always like virgins in their tunnels. Even better when they learned that Air Pacifica was introducing these new spicy in-flight entertainments: it would be a most welcome refreshment before the real fun started.
They were such wonderful women, indeed, for having thought of everything for their husbands. But of course a wife would not tell her husband that, while he was ten thousand miles away mating some native maids, she also got to enjoy herself with the handsome plumber and deliveryman, or just that random hot guy she met in the pub (yes, she would go there alone, late at night)--perhaps she should invite them all over at once--into their cozy suburban home, right on their spacious wedding bed: they would each and together give her a good time, make her wet the entire bedsheet and beg for more of their thick, black cocks to thrust her itchy white holes.
