It was my first day as a trainee flight attendant on New World Airlines, the ultra-exclusive airline that catered to a very selective clientele. All passengers on New World had to undergo an extensive background investigation to rule out certain deviant behaviors, but once they received the green light from New World, their every whim was attended to. Working for New World was a flight attendant's dream. The hours were great, the routes took you to amazing locales, and after each shift you got a full two weeks off to "recover." Little did I know how much I would need that recovery.
That morning, I got dressed into my New World uniform -- white button-down shirt, unbuttoned enough to show 2 inches of cleavage; form fitting black skirt whose hem reached just below my crotch, thigh-high black stockings held up by a very-visible garter belt; and 4-inch black patent leather heels. And that was the visible part of the uniform. As trainees, we were told to wear a white lace bra and no panties. It was everything I could do to keep my pussy from showing out from under the skirt if I did anything other than stand up perfectly straight. I was also wearing the regulation "natural" makeup look. We were given a little freedom with our hairstyles, so I opted for a practical French twist.
After packing my overnight bag, I made my way to the airport. New World passengers and employees didn't mingle with the "regular" people, so I drove to the private terminal for exclusive guests. As I walked in the employee entrance, I immediately began to have second thoughts. I knew New World flight attendants were different, but I didn't realize how much. All of the women around me were gorgeous. Long legs, perfectly manicured nails, long beautiful hair. It was likely walking onto a magazine shoot full of models. I hoped I would be able to fit in.
As I looked around nervously, another flight attendant, slightly older than me and clearly in charge, walked up to me with a clipboard. "You must be Alicia. I'm Sheila. Welcome to your first day," she said with a smile. "Let's take a look at you."
She proceeded to look me up and down while making checks on her clipboard. I had no idea what she was evaluating, but she obviously thought I was missing something because she frowned slightly.
"You've done a great job getting into your uniform, but I'm not sure your nipples are quite prominent enough," she said. "Could you please unbutton your blouse?"
"Here?" I asked, immediately blushing.
"Yes," she said.
Suddenly acutely aware of how many other people were in the room, I set down my bag and began to unbutton the next few buttons of my shirt.
"I see the problem," she said, still frowning. "Your bra is white lace, as instructed, but it has a lining. You're going to have to remove that to remain in regs."
"I'm sorry?" I said, with a slight stammer.
"Take. Off. Your. Bra." She said very slowly.
Gulping, I lowered my sleeves over my arms and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. As I slid it off my arms, I suddenly realized how cold it was in the room. I dropped my bra onto my suitcase and stood for more inspection.
"Very good," she said, "now pinch your nipples until they are a little more prominent."
I reached up and began to play with my breasts, while it seemed like the whole room had gone silent and was watching me. I could feel my nipples getting hard and, surprisingly, I could also feel my pussy getting wet.
"That's good," Sheila finally said. "Put your shirt back on. You'll be boarding flight 693 shortly, and I will be your trainer." And she walked away.
A short time later, Sheila and I were aboard the mid-size jet waiting for the passengers to arrive.
"Are you ready for your first flight?" she asked. "Do you understand what you are expected to do?"
"Anything the passengers request," I answered.
"Right. Some of their requirements may seem a little...unorthodox, but it's our job to keep them happy. They pay a lot of money to have their every whim attended to."
As she said this, passengers began to board the plane and Sheila and I set about helping them to their seats, bringing them drinks, and making sure they were prepared for takeoff. The entire plane was made up of what other airlines would consider "first class" accommodations. Each passenger had a large seat, with plenty of room to spread out. There were two seats on either side of the aisle. As I walked around, I felt incredibly conspicuous in my short skirt and white blouse with no bra. I could feel eyes on me the whole time and it was turning me on quite a bit.
"Why don't you go see if the pilots need anything, Alicia," Sheila said with a wink as the last of the passengers settled in.
I walked up to the flight deck and knocked on the door. It opened and I saw two very good-looking men seated inside the tight quarters.
"Well, hello there," the pilot said, giving me an approving once-over. "I don't think we've met before."