Sarah was no exception to this. Her smart navy uniform looked immaculate, as did her make-up, and blonde hair still twisted into a chignon, under her navy hat. It was a procedural responsibility of all crew to check in with the rostering department on return from all trips, to both double-check their next scheduled ‘block’, the term used in the airline industry for a rostered round trip for a specific crew, and to hand back to the ground staff any relevant paperwork.
Sarah stood her turn in the queue, and one by one said her farewells to her co-workers as they sleepily turned and left for home. The Philippines block, as it was known, was always a grueling schedule for the crew. Spread over 7 days it included 2 long-haul night-flights, one to Manila and one back, as well as two short turnarounds to Bangkok. The aircraft had been full on all sectors, so unusually, Sarah had not had the opportunity to spend time getting to know her fellow flight attendants, it had been work, work, work – even the normal crew party had been curtailed on this trip.
Sarah had worked for British Midland Airways for nearly 2 years, and the lifestyle that went with the job suited her well. She loved having the opportunity to visit far-flung places for free, and although the work, at times was tedious and tiring, she had made some wonderful friends – not to mention met her current boyfriend – First Officer Lance Flowers. Lance was single, good-looking had a great future in front of him career-wise, and he certainly seemed as keen on Sarah as she was on him.
They had met 5 months previously on a working trip to San Francisco. The crew had partied hard that night in downtown Cisco on Pier 39. Sarah had drunk far too much wine which had resulted in her losing a shoe – and Lance really had been her knight in shining armour – even carrying her (in the absence of her shoe) to a rickshaw to take them back to the crew hotel. Since then, their relationship had gone from strength to strength, and although the nature of their work meant spending long periods apart, when they did get together, ‘oh boy’, there really was there a spark between them.
It was Lance’s 30th birthday the following week, and Sarah had been devastated when he broke the news to her that he had been rostered a long-haul, 21 day block to Australia covering the entire period of his celebrations, but she was also delighted at his insistence that she asked to be rostered the same trip in order they could spend the time and celebrate together.
All crew were able to request specific working blocks, but the sanctioning of these requests was not guaranteed, with Company policy categorically stating “allocation of specific flight requests would depend on staff seniority, length of service and will only be honoured if they can be suited to scheduling requirements.”
This was a known farce among the crew. Bob ‘the slug’ Sandler, (as he was known), was the Manager over the Rostering Department, and rumour widely had it that it was he who ‘called the shots’ over request sanctioning, with his decision making allegedly favoured towards those crew members who were prepared to give him sexual ‘favours’ in return. This had never been proven, but there was a certain ‘posse’ of girls who regularly seemed to get all the best trips as well as the leave dates they requested, so Sarah suspected the rumours were probably true.
Bob was positively the most unattractive man who worked for the airline too. In fact, he was gross. He was mid to late 50s, balding, was as wide as he was tall and always had damp underarm patches visible on his cheap, navy cotton-mix workshirts. He had worked for BMA for nearly 30 years, and was hence known within the business hierarchy as the ‘rock of the rostering’ department. Bob’s was married, his wife also working for BMA in a Directorship role. Together, they made a formidable duo, well respected within the business, and unlikely ever to be challenged.
However, Sarah had looked on the bright-side, focusing her mind and determination on being allocated the long-haul trip with her boyfriend, and thus had immediately submitted her RST (request specific trip) form to the Rostering Dept. She knew it was a long-shot, but with nearly 2 years service she should, according to the company rules at least, have a good chance of getting onto the trip. As she neared the front of the queue, Sarah felt the adrenaline rise as she gave her name and staff number to Mark, the guy manning the rostering desk. She watched as he tapped her information into his keyboard.
“Right, let me see ... you have 4 days standby, then you’re rostered onto block 473 - the ‘double-Delhi’," he said, passing her a schedule docket. Sarah’s heart dropped, these weren’t the words she wanted to hear.
“But Mark, I’d requested the 21-day Australia trip leaving on Thursday – is there any chance ...”
Before she had even finished speaking, he shook his head, “Look love, Bob’s just back from holiday, we’ve been so stretched we’ve not been able to look at specific requests, so you just have to accept it. Sorry, you’re not on the trip you wanted.”
Sarah sighed loudly, she was tired and wasn’t in the mood to put up a fight with Mark who she knew had absolutely no influence over the decision made. She took the schedule docket and turned on her heels to leave the office. Just as she neared the exit door, it opened and in walked ‘Bob the Slug’. Taking the opportunity, Sarah stood in front of him and smiled.
“Hi Bob, may I have a word” she said, noticing his eyes going straight to her uniform clad breasts.
“What is it sweetheart?” he replied, not looking upwards from her chest as he spoke.
Sarah was tired and tetchy, ‘fucking pig’ she thought, but she managed to maintain her sweet smile and mentioned her disappointment.
“Look Bob, it’s really important to me to be in Australia for my boyfriend’s Birthday, and this is the first time I’ve ever asked for ..."
Bob interrupted her words as she spoke, and with the rumours that were rife, what he said came as no shock to her,
“Can’t talk about it now sweetheart, I’m far too busy.”
Then he shot her a horribly leery smile, winked and added, “But if you want to come and see me tomorrow, say 6.30pm after shift, ALONE, I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out.”
With that he gave her a dismissive pat on her shoulder as he glanced over it and called out to one of his colleagues who had entered the office.
Sarah was stunned. She turned and left the Rostering office with a rising feeling of revulsion and anger, mixed with her disappointment and heartbreak at potentially not being able to celebrate Lance’s Birthday ‘down-under’ with him.
‘The Bastard,’ she thought. How dare he treat crew members like this. Who the fuck did he think he was. Sarah knew she had to do something. It was time someone taught that hideous old slug a lesson.
As she lay in the bath later that evening, Sarah hatched her plan. She was confident that she could ‘handle’ the slug in a way that would get her both what she wanted, but more importantly in a way that would drop him in deeper shit than any work-related reprisal could ever do.
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The following day, as late afternoon approached, Sarah put on her shortest skirt coupled with a tight white silk shirt knotted at her waist. She added high, spikey heels and her best, ‘make believe’ push up bra, leaving her shirt buttons undone in order to reveal her ample cleavage nestling between the black lace. Carefully she applied her brightest red lipstick, the one that Lance had nicknamed her “blow jobs ‘R’ me” colour.
Looking in the mirror, Sarah grinned at her reflection and felt confident knowing the ‘slug’ would be putty in her hands, quite literally. She was in fine shape, and she knew how to ‘work the slutty look’ to drive guys wild when she wanted to. She smiled to herself as she grabbed her bag and car keys and headed for the door. That morning she had been to the chemist for condoms, massage oil and a few other items that she needed in order to successfully carry out her plan, and now the wheels were about to be set in motion.
As Sarah pulled into the office block car park, it was mostly empty, just the last few workers leaving for the day. She parked up, and made her way into the building, heading straight for the Rostering Department. As she opened the main office door, she could see Bob in his office, on the phone with his back to her. Sarah quickly glanced around the department, confirming to herself that they were alone, she wasn’t proud of what she was about to do, and certainly didn’t want or need any spectators.
Taking a deep intake of breath for courage, Sarah walked into Bob’s office, quietly closing the door behind her.
She purred, “Good Evening Bob, you suggested I came to see you, to discuss my ‘special request’ more privately,” Sarah inwardly smirked to herself as she spoke. Immediately Bob hung up the phone and spun around in his chair to face her leaning provocatively against the wall of his office.
“Oh what a delight, I forgot about you! Welcome to my office young lady” Bob grinned as his eyes took in her body from top to bottom.