It had been a long, miserable flight from France for Jake. Onboard an asian airline famous for their stewardesses dressed in tight sarongs, he'd had to put up with being squashed by a fat slob of a man on the seat to his left and being bumped around by the passengers moving on the aisle to his right.
However, the major source of irritation was the fact that the flight stewardess who was in charge of attending to his section of the plane was a girl who seemed to have the letters "SPG" written all over her face. As the majority of the passengers were caucasian tourists travelling to Singapore, she spent the majority of the time fawning over them.
Jake probably wouldn't have minded that, given that the stewardess was a pretty young thing named Daphne (as he read off the name tag attached to the front of her dress) - no more than 21 or 22 with a slim and tight body, a cute face and big eyes with long eyelashes. Neatly coiffed black hair gave her a neat yet attractive appearance.
However, it became quite apparent that she was spending time with the white tourists at the expense of him as she repeatedly passed by him when serving meals and clearing trays. Only when he loudly called out for her attention did she even bother to help him. Even when she did do so, she did it with a disgusted look on her face, almost as if wondering why she had to attend to an asian in the first place!
In fact, she spent a particularly large amount of time attending to a middle-aged white man in a hawaiian shirt sitting across the aisle from Jake. She took particular care to bend over slowly while setting the food tray down in front of him, letting her sarong hang slightly open to reveal the trimline of a black lacy bra and an inviting hint of cleavage. And the interaction was two-way, for the tourist made it a point to touch her hand repeatedly and even stroked her thigh once while thanking her for bringing him a drink. Jake could see Daphne's face flush red like an excited schoolgirl when that happened, driving an even deeper spike of irritation into his mind.
The final straw came when she ignored his press of the attendant call button. Despite the ding and the small light above the row, she continued to be oblivious to him as she chatted on with the tourist about things to see and do at the destination. The irritation within him gave way to an incandesecent rage and his mind snapped to an immediate decision.
Daphne would pay when they landed.
When the plane touched down at the international terminal, he got off the plane with his baggage, but instead of heading to collect his luggage, he sat down at the seats near the gate and waited for his target to appear.
After a painfully long wait, he finally caught sight of a quartet of stewardesses walking out of the gate. And amongst them was Daphne, her blue sarong hugging her tight body as she walked out while chatting with her colleagues. He got up and followed them, hoping for the opportunity he had been dreaming about since he was onboard the flight.
He got it.
Daphne broke off from her colleagues to walk towards the female toilets, handing over her small carry-on to her friends and waving them down the hallway, presumably to meet up at the baggage collection area later. It was a mistake she would live to regret, for she failed to spot Jake stalking up behind her as she strode towards the toilets.