Ste Letto
02-27-2003, 7:52 AM
Nicole sighed and let her eyes fall closed momentarily. "What a way to spend your 24th birthday" she thought to herself. The beautiful, slender redhead, with big green eyes, full lips, a slim waist and coltish legs stretched her arms above her head and yawned. As she stretched, her legs extended before her, exposed to just above the knee in her pleated, navy blue, uniform miniskirt. She hated the uniform, hated the blue jacket, with the unfashionably wide lapels, hated the white blouse with the spaghetti string necktie, hated the skirt, the shiny flesh tone tights, and particularly hated the flat, leather, navy blue courtshoes. More than all that though, she hated the red eye.
A 3 am takeoff, then four hours before landing, these where not things she enjoyed. As if that wasn't bad enough, she was just coming back from a three week holiday. This was her return flight. She shook her head angrily and tried to wake up. Everything seemed conspired against her. The darkness outside the windows lulled her to want to sleep. The dimmed interior lights of the cabin lulled her to go asleep. The resonant rumble and low hum of the engines called her to sleep.
Her head lolled sideways, then forward, jerking her awake. "Damn" she thought to herself. She sat up, realising that she had lost a shoe. She hunted about with her foot until she found the scuffed shoe, then slid her foot back home. She looked around.
At first glance the cabin seemed empty. She was sat by the central emergency exits, and nobody else was to be seen. She knew, however, that there were other people on board. There was a guy from England on his own a few rows down, and toward the rear of the cabin there were five sleeping girls, hostesses from another flight. She thought the guy looked like some kind of bodybuilder, with a crewcut and a bullneck, and arms bigger than her thighs.
Nicole climbed to her feet and slipped along the centre aisle. As she passed the man his eyes suddenly shot open. Nicole stopped in her tracks and stepped back, intending to ask if he was OK. The guys eyes had a wild, unhinged look. Nicole knew he wasn't all there, something was wrong. She started to speak "Sir, are you...." she got no further because the guy had suddenly grasped her wrist tightly. "Sir," she said, feeling flustered but trying to remain calm, "that is hurting my arm. I would like you to let go!" The guy stared at her, not comprehending, but something in her voice must have got through because he loosened his grip a little.
Nicole felt her pulse racing. She knew she had to take control of this situation, and there was only her who could do it. "Now then sir, can I get you something?" she asked obligingly.
"Huhhhh?" said the guy, "get me something?" He looked at her blankly. Then he smiled, "Yeahhh, you can get me off!" He almost shouted this last.
Nicole started to panic. "Now sir, you know, I can't do that!" The guy glared at her. "OH - YES - YOU - CAN!" he screamed. He kept hold of Nicole with his left hand, while his right took hold of his belt and unfastened it. He pushed down his pants and his y-fronts to reveal a turgid erection. He smiled up at Nicole as if proud of his erection, and found himself staring up at at 6 beautiful girls. All his shouting had disturbed the other air hostesses. "Hi Nicole," said Penny "need some help?" Nicole smiled, "Yes please!"
The guy let go Nicole's arm and tried to stand, but in his hurry, and with his pants lowered he didn't get it quite right. He shot up too quick, and ended up banging his head on the luggage compartment above. Then, as he swayed and staggered slightly, his pants tripped him up and he fell sideways. The girls danced out the way. The man fell, banging the side of his head on a seat rail and blacking himself out.
When he woke up he found himself at the front of the cabin, just in front of a big screen. His pants and underwear were off. His hands were tied behind his back with his own shoelaces, and his ankles were held by his own belt. He lay on his back, cursing. Nicole stood to the side of his head, while the other girls stood either side of his body. Nicole looked down at him, her face slightly mocking and contemptuous. "Sir," she began, "your behaviour has made you a danger to yourself, and your fellow passengers. It is our duty to subdue you."
"Fuck you, you......." he began, but was silenced as Nicole slowly raised her right foot, moved it across until it was above his face, then pressed the gritty, scuffed and worn sole of her inflight shoe to his lips. The man was so stunned that he simply stayed there, face up, as her foot came down. Even though the toe of her shoe was mashing his lips against his teeth, and they ballooned before sliding apart, he did nothing. He lay shocked to stillness as he felt her shoe sole against the insides of his parted lips, then felt it bang against his teeth. Only then did he react. He twisted his head sideways and bucked his body to try and get free.
Nicole wobbled a moment, raising her foot, before accidentally stepping down hard on the man's cheek. He turned his head, throwing her slightly, until she replaced her foot on the cabin carpet. Smiling at her friends she stood parallel with the man's shoulder.
At a signal from Nicole, all 6 girls drew back one navy blue shoe clad foot, let it hang, cocked in the air, then kicked the man firmly. Two girls kicked his upper arms. Two girls kicked his ribs, and two kicked his knees from the sides. The man grunted in pain and started to shout. The girls ignored him, and simply drew back their feet again. Each girl drove the squared off toe of her shoe back into the now bruising spot they had kicked moments earlier.
Each time they kicked him they would pause. If he remained quiet, they would stop, when he cursed they repeated the action. His skin turned red, then purple, then blue then black as they kicked him again and again and again.
This was just as they'd been taught at the academy, not hard enough to cause permanent damage, but in the right place and at the right force to cause real pain. They all knew the vulnerable points. How to disarm and disable a dangerous passenger. The reinforced toes of their navy blue shoes all thudded home again and again. Finally they decided to move on.
"Sir," began Nicole, "I'm sorry we had to do that, but you needed calming down. Will you now settle down and behave?" The man glared up at her. Nicole shook her head. "Okay girls," she said smiling slightly, "we all know what that means." The other hostesses smiled. With a grunt of exertion they rolled the man onto his stomach. Nicole put the heel of her shoe on his neck, at the base of his skull, and pressed. She knew this would cause sharp pains, and some visual distortions. The man's neck felt like it was burning, and his vision suddenly filled with stars.
A 3 am takeoff, then four hours before landing, these where not things she enjoyed. As if that wasn't bad enough, she was just coming back from a three week holiday. This was her return flight. She shook her head angrily and tried to wake up. Everything seemed conspired against her. The darkness outside the windows lulled her to want to sleep. The dimmed interior lights of the cabin lulled her to go asleep. The resonant rumble and low hum of the engines called her to sleep.
Her head lolled sideways, then forward, jerking her awake. "Damn" she thought to herself. She sat up, realising that she had lost a shoe. She hunted about with her foot until she found the scuffed shoe, then slid her foot back home. She looked around.
At first glance the cabin seemed empty. She was sat by the central emergency exits, and nobody else was to be seen. She knew, however, that there were other people on board. There was a guy from England on his own a few rows down, and toward the rear of the cabin there were five sleeping girls, hostesses from another flight. She thought the guy looked like some kind of bodybuilder, with a crewcut and a bullneck, and arms bigger than her thighs.
Nicole climbed to her feet and slipped along the centre aisle. As she passed the man his eyes suddenly shot open. Nicole stopped in her tracks and stepped back, intending to ask if he was OK. The guys eyes had a wild, unhinged look. Nicole knew he wasn't all there, something was wrong. She started to speak "Sir, are you...." she got no further because the guy had suddenly grasped her wrist tightly. "Sir," she said, feeling flustered but trying to remain calm, "that is hurting my arm. I would like you to let go!" The guy stared at her, not comprehending, but something in her voice must have got through because he loosened his grip a little.
Nicole felt her pulse racing. She knew she had to take control of this situation, and there was only her who could do it. "Now then sir, can I get you something?" she asked obligingly.
"Huhhhh?" said the guy, "get me something?" He looked at her blankly. Then he smiled, "Yeahhh, you can get me off!" He almost shouted this last.
Nicole started to panic. "Now sir, you know, I can't do that!" The guy glared at her. "OH - YES - YOU - CAN!" he screamed. He kept hold of Nicole with his left hand, while his right took hold of his belt and unfastened it. He pushed down his pants and his y-fronts to reveal a turgid erection. He smiled up at Nicole as if proud of his erection, and found himself staring up at at 6 beautiful girls. All his shouting had disturbed the other air hostesses. "Hi Nicole," said Penny "need some help?" Nicole smiled, "Yes please!"
The guy let go Nicole's arm and tried to stand, but in his hurry, and with his pants lowered he didn't get it quite right. He shot up too quick, and ended up banging his head on the luggage compartment above. Then, as he swayed and staggered slightly, his pants tripped him up and he fell sideways. The girls danced out the way. The man fell, banging the side of his head on a seat rail and blacking himself out.
When he woke up he found himself at the front of the cabin, just in front of a big screen. His pants and underwear were off. His hands were tied behind his back with his own shoelaces, and his ankles were held by his own belt. He lay on his back, cursing. Nicole stood to the side of his head, while the other girls stood either side of his body. Nicole looked down at him, her face slightly mocking and contemptuous. "Sir," she began, "your behaviour has made you a danger to yourself, and your fellow passengers. It is our duty to subdue you."
"Fuck you, you......." he began, but was silenced as Nicole slowly raised her right foot, moved it across until it was above his face, then pressed the gritty, scuffed and worn sole of her inflight shoe to his lips. The man was so stunned that he simply stayed there, face up, as her foot came down. Even though the toe of her shoe was mashing his lips against his teeth, and they ballooned before sliding apart, he did nothing. He lay shocked to stillness as he felt her shoe sole against the insides of his parted lips, then felt it bang against his teeth. Only then did he react. He twisted his head sideways and bucked his body to try and get free.
Nicole wobbled a moment, raising her foot, before accidentally stepping down hard on the man's cheek. He turned his head, throwing her slightly, until she replaced her foot on the cabin carpet. Smiling at her friends she stood parallel with the man's shoulder.
At a signal from Nicole, all 6 girls drew back one navy blue shoe clad foot, let it hang, cocked in the air, then kicked the man firmly. Two girls kicked his upper arms. Two girls kicked his ribs, and two kicked his knees from the sides. The man grunted in pain and started to shout. The girls ignored him, and simply drew back their feet again. Each girl drove the squared off toe of her shoe back into the now bruising spot they had kicked moments earlier.
Each time they kicked him they would pause. If he remained quiet, they would stop, when he cursed they repeated the action. His skin turned red, then purple, then blue then black as they kicked him again and again and again.
This was just as they'd been taught at the academy, not hard enough to cause permanent damage, but in the right place and at the right force to cause real pain. They all knew the vulnerable points. How to disarm and disable a dangerous passenger. The reinforced toes of their navy blue shoes all thudded home again and again. Finally they decided to move on.
"Sir," began Nicole, "I'm sorry we had to do that, but you needed calming down. Will you now settle down and behave?" The man glared up at her. Nicole shook her head. "Okay girls," she said smiling slightly, "we all know what that means." The other hostesses smiled. With a grunt of exertion they rolled the man onto his stomach. Nicole put the heel of her shoe on his neck, at the base of his skull, and pressed. She knew this would cause sharp pains, and some visual distortions. The man's neck felt like it was burning, and his vision suddenly filled with stars.