Dina: „Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is Dina Reed and I am reporting live for you from Dubai. The capital of the United Arab Emirates is today the place where the two airlines Boeing and Airbus start a competition for the favor of Sheikh Abdhul Shiek-Moses. The sheikh is considered one of the richest men in the world and wants a handcrafted airplane just for himself and his family. Although it is only about the order for a single aircraft, the managing directors of both companies met the sheikh here today. The managing director of the American aircraft manufacturer Boeing Davin Calhoun and his competitor Guillaume Faury, the managing director of the European Airbus company, both emphasized that it was an absolute privilege for them to manufacture an aircraft entirely according to the Sheikh's wishes.“
Calhoun: „May the better plane win. We have the best engineering team in the world and will do a top job on time.“
Faury: „What a coincidence, I was just about to say the same thing. So be it.“
Sheikh: „I like your competition. I am very happy to see your results and to know my family in luxury and safety on their travels. Myself too, of course. Ha ha ha!“
Dina: „After this task, both men are hoping for orders worth billions of euros or dollars from the sheikh. Because not only Sheikh Abdhul Shiek-Moses and his family should get their own aircraft but also the football team of the United Arab Emirates and even a retrofitting of the Emirates fleet is rumored. The competition between the two aircraft manufacturers starts today and ends in three months. Then the Sheikh will test the planes from Boeing and Airbus and choose one of them. It remains to be seen which company will win and whether even normal flight passengers will later be able to benefit from increased comfort. Because maybe the loser machine will be used for normal aviation traffic. That was Dina Reed from Dubai.“
LOCATION Hamburg (Germany)
62 days later at Hamburg Airport, Germany...
Steffi König, the personable and reliable chief stewardess, was asked into the office of her superior Petra Krantz. Both women had known each other for years and had an friendly relationship based on sympathy, trust, reliability and the recognition of each other's skills. Together they watched the TV report about the sheikh's appointment.
Petra: „Well, and that's it. That's how it all started and now, over two months later, our plane is ready. Half an hour ago I got a call from the Airbus executive floor that the plane had been completed.“
Steffi: „That's wonderful. I very much hope that it will meet the demands of this sheikh and that all the secrets will soon come to an end. In the last few months our airport looked more like a military airport due to the large number of security guards. But why are you showing me this, Petra?“
Petra: „Yes, all the security precautions were regrettable but necessary. The construction and the progress of the production were top secret. You know, industrial espionage and stuff like that. If you have any complaints then you have to speak to Saskia Jäger. She is the chief customs officer and she was given responsibility for security here. She is a former federal border guard and very strict.“
When Petra said this to Steffi, Steffi just shook her head slightly and shifted her bum on the sofa nervously and expectantly. Meanwhile the silky thighs of the long-legged stewardess rubbed against each other.
Petra: „I can see that you are excited. So I'll get straight to the point. The aircraft is ready, but of course there should now be a service test and a test flight. I suggested to the management that you and your team should take over this task. You are my best team and if I trust someone to carry out this task conscientiously then it is you. Airbus has already given its consent.“
The joy in Steffi's face could not be overlooked and she gesticulated happily with her hands. Petra had hoped for such a reaction.
Steffi: „That can't be true! Really? That .... that's wonderful! We are going to test the plane? Thank you, Petra, thank you very much! The others will freak out and we will check the plane carefully.“
Petra: „I trust you completely. If something doesn't work, report it immediately. Not only does the technology have to work, but unhindered service must also be guaranteed. I don't want to risk the sheikh being upset because the espresso machine or something else on board doesn't work. Always remember that there is a lot of money and a lot of jobs attached to this project. Inform your team, I'll send you a checklist and then you get ready. It starts next week.“
Steffi: „It will be a pleasure for me and my team. But there is a small problem. Unfortunately Renata is still sick. We are missing one person.“
Petra: „Don't worry, I thought about that and organized a top-class replacement.“
Exactly at this moment there was a knock on Petra's office door.
Petra: „Come in!“
When the door opened, Steffi's eyes widened in amazement. A beautiful blonde stewardess, who wore the bright red uniform of the Russian airline Aeroflot, strutted into Petra's office. With an elegant turn of her body, the neat Russian turned on the slender heel of her cherry-red high-heeled shoe and closed the office door behind her. When she finally turned to Steffi, she smiled happily.
Anastasia: „Hello Miss König, I'm Anastasia Mironova. I am pleased to meet you. I've heard a lot about you.“
When the blonde stewardess in the striking red uniform held out her white gloved hand to her, Steffi was still there impressed. She was very keen on a well-groomed appearance herself, but Anastasia looked like a Russian Barbie doll that had just been taken out of the box. Steffi had to admit that without envy and both women shook hands.
Steffi: „Hello Anastasia, it's my pleasure. I think you look familiar. I think I've read an article about you. Last year you received an award for your service for the third time in a row, and I believe you were the first Aeroflot stewardess to achieve this goal.“
Anastasia: „Yes, that's right. But the competition was very tough. Everyone else deserved it as much as I did. It is actually not a competition but our service to the customer.“
Petra: „Anastasia participates in the International Exchange Program. Where flight attendants of various airlines complete a practical training in the teams of other airlines. As you know, only the best are allowed to attend and I thought the best is for your demands, and the important task that lies in front of us, just good enough.“
Steffi: „I think my day can not get better. Thank you Petra! And thank you Anastasia that you are here and will help us. I'll take you right away and then I introduce you to the rest of the team. Tell me, Petra: Why don‘t we have so classical white gloves?“
Petra: „Well... Saving measures!“
Steffi: „You always say that if you have no idea.“
Steffi happily waved goodbye to her superior and then left the office with Anastasia. Anastasia hurried a little shyly after Steffi while the tall German chief stewardess spoke to her.
Steffi: „Come on, on the way we have time to get to know each other better. Tell me a little something about yourself.“
Anastasia: „Oh, there isn't much. I am 25 years old, come from Zelenograd and I come from a family full of flight enthusiasts. My father is Aeroflot pilot and my grandmother was one of the first and longest serving stewardesses in the world's first supersonic passenger aircraft, the Tupolev Tu-144, in the 1970s.“
Steffi: „That sounds great and very impressive. Anastasia, if you only do half as much as I think we will get along great.“
Anastasia: „I'll try to meet all your expectations, Miss König.“
Steffi: „And stop with the "Miss König". My crew calls with Steffi.“
Anastasia: „Okay, Miss Kö... I mean Steffi.“
LOCATION Chicago, Illinois, United States
Chicago, Illinois, United States
One day later, however, countless kilometers and several time zones away, the other party was not idle in this competition either. Mike Keene, Boeing's counterpart to Petra Krantz from Airbus, had also asked someone into his office. However, this was not an honest and trustworthy woman like Steffi. However, it can rightly be feared that she is just as reliable. Confident and unimpressed by the surroundings, the lady stepped into the office while the secretary, who had previously tried to hold her back, announced her.
Secretary: „Mr. Keene? Miss Clintron is here. I'm very sorry, but she didn't want to wait any longer.“
Miss Clinton: „If I wait any longer I'll put down roots out there like your poorly cared for potted plants. And if your secretary tries to touch me again, I'll break all of her limbs, fold her up and stuff her into one of these flower pots.“
The secretary shrugged back in fear and the lady who was announced here as Miss Clinton grinned viciously. The voice of Mister Keene relaxed the situation.
Keene: „Please calm down ladies. There is no reason for violence. Susan, I don't want to be disturbed for the next half hour. No calls and we don't need drinks either.“
Secretary: „As you wish, Mister Keene.“
Miss Clinton: „Swing your little butt out of here, paint your fingernails or whatever. I don't like to wait, Keene! Your people contacted my people because you have a problem. The thing is not the other way around.“
The secretary closed the door from the outside indignantly and Miss Clinton sat down on a chair without being asked to do so.
Mr. Keene: „Please excuse me for keeping you waiting, my dear. But there were still some important things that I had to take care of.“
Miss Clinton: „Yeah, I can see that. Don‘t break your fingers while trying to get into her probably already damp panties. Otherwise you cannot write out the check for me.“
Mr. Keene: „Oh I like people like you. Sarcastic humor and straight to the point. I'm guessing "Clinton“ is not her real name. But who cares. I've never had to hire someone like you. It's all very exciting but you are exactly what I am looking for.“
Miss Clinton: „As I can see, you have already found the perfect bum bag. Soft, tight and with a large slot where you can put your wallet in. So Keene what do you want?“
The stewardess on Keene's lap first made an insulted face and then looked questioningly at her sugar daddy. However, he made a hand gesture that she should stay calm and then patted her silky thigh.
Mr. Keene: „What I want to do is make this company proud and secure its future. I want to make sure that we get a very lucrative job that will be followed by many more jobs and that will bring us all huge sums of money. As you probably know, Boeing is in the predicament of having a competitor. Although I trust our technicians, I would like to have insurance for such large sums of money. And that's where you come in, my dear. I want you to sabotage the Airbus plane and make sure that Sheikh Abdhul Shiek-Moses opts for our plane. I heard you are a specialist in this kind of problem.“
Miss Clinton: „Well, consider me the problem solver for all of your problems. If the price is right, I would even kill my own mother for you. If I hadn't already done it. Sabotaging an aircraft this size is a breeze. Getting to the plane, which has so much attention and probably just as much security, is not that easy. I need as much information as possible for that.“
Mr. Keene: „Don't worry, the nice young lady you already referred to as a bum bag will take care of that. Say hello Mandy!“
Mandy: "Hi, sweetheart!"
Mr. Keene: „Mandy will help you wherever you need it. For years she worked as a stewardess for the Middle European Airline, which is now responsible for inspecting the airbus aircraft. Mandy knows the German airport where the plane is inside and out and will smuggle you in as one of our stewardesses. You will get original access authorizations for almost all areas of the airport. If possible, nobody should be killed. At least not until the technical sabotage has been carried out. That just attracts unnecessary attention. As many people as possible can then die during technical sabotage. The more damage, the more disastrous the embarrassment and image damage for Airbus.“
Miss Clinton: „Hopefully your bum bag works as well as it looks. I agree. Pay me the first half of $ 20,000 in advance as agreed and the party can begin.“
Mr. Keene: „Excellent!“
A few days later, Mandy and Miss Clinton arrived at Hamburg Airport in Germany on a Virgin Airline plane. After working for the Middle European Airline in the past, Mandy now worked for the British billionaire Richard Branson's Virgin Atlantic Airways anyway. In this respect, a disguise and the required documents were unnecessary for her. Due to the good business relationship between Virgin Atlantic Airways and Boeing, a suitable disguise and permits were quickly organized for Miss Clinton. Nonetheless, the two women were tense as they strolled through an area that was inaccessible to passengers and the public.
Miss Clinton: „I have to admit that I had my doubts. But it really worked. The customs officer at the security check did not notice anything and did not suspect anything.“
Mandy: „She can't. This are not forged documents either, but originals. Freshly made for you. Since this aircraft prototype has been built somewhere here, the safety measures have been higher. Which is why the German federal police and customs took over the security checks.“
Miss Clinton: „In private security there are few professionals who recognize fake IDs or documents. But the customs officers are trained to recognize exactly that immediately. I'm glad your boss, or whoever, helped us with these original documents.“
Mandy: „Hmmm ... that sounds like you already have experience in this area. What or who have you already sabotaged? I find all of this incredibly exciting. Here we have to turn left to get to the offices of the Middle European Airline.“
Both women turned briskly and with clattering heels into a hallway in which the offices of various airlines were located. Condor, Emirates, Air China and Finnair were just a few of the offices that Mandy and Miss Clinton marched past. However, these were by no means offices that a normal passenger would ever get to see. Everything related to the flights was organized here and the supervisors had a lot to do. That's why the hallway was almost deserted and only voices and discussions could be heard from behind the office doors.
Miss Clinton: „Don't get your hopes up, bum bag! I will definitely not tell you about my past assignments. I don't even know such an area of an airport. It's like a maze of corridors here. But no surveillance cameras, that's important. So, how far is it?“
Mandy: „Petra Krantz's office is right over there. She is the supervisor of the Middle European Airline and is responsible for inspecting the aircraft. We can find everything you need at her place.“
Miss Clinton: „Then we'll pay Miss Supervisor a visit.“
Mandy giggled viciously and wasted no time letting Steffi's long, slim body sink to the floor. Miss Clinton grabbed her USB stick, switched off Petra's laptop again and then also came to Mandy and her unconscious victim.
Miss Clinton: „What's the matter between you two? Somehow I have the feeling... “
Mandy: „Oh you are absolutely right. You wanted us to make it look like this was the revenge of two stewardesses who want to take revenge on their former superiors and humiliate them? I'll tell you what, Stefanie König is actually responsible for the fact that I lost my job. Why do you think I can no longer work for Middle European Airline and why I work for Virgin Airways now? Just because of her. I don't need to act this, this is real.“
Together, the two women undressed the pretty german stewardess, one item of clothing after the other. They sat Steffi up so that Mandy had it easier to take off her blazer and blouse.
Miss Clinton: „What? Really? Now I know why your boss trusts you enough to support me with my assignment. And I thought you were just a chatterbox and a belly bag that is after his money.“
Miss Clinton opened the zipper of Steffi's skirt and then pulled the skirt over the smooth nylon buttocks and then over the helpless stewardess's endless legs.
Mandy: „Well that too! But I was only too happy to harm the Middle European Airline as soon as I got the chance. That Steffi König is now helplessly in my hands is a wonderful coincidence. It's a small world, right? This bitch reported me to the airline when she caught me embezzling money. But now she sits in front of me like a brain-dead vegetable. Ha ha! Who is the boss now, Steffi? Who's the boss now? Come on stork leg, show me your little peanut tits! You will regret having reported me back then.“
The stunned stewardess moaned softly as her body was constantly being pulled and tugged and Mandy gave her a pat with her hand on her right breast, which then gently swayed back and forth in her bra. Stefanie König, who was dubbed the pride of the Middle European Airline by Mandy, was completely helpless when she was undressed and humiliated. Mandy and Miss Clinton had broken through Steffi‘s aloof and preppy facade and revealed a helpless and vulnerable woman in silk underwear and shiny nylon pantyhose.
LOCATION Hamburg, Germany
A few minutes later Miss Clinton and her vengeful accomplice Mandy had finished their vicious work. Together they had carried Steffi's long body to the couch and put the unconscious stewardess there. While Mandy had opened Steffi's bra with relish and threw it aside, Miss Clinton completed Petra's undressing. With a little effort, she had pulled off the skirt of Steffi's shift supervisor and over her smooth nylon legs, exposing her pantyhose. Then Petra's brassiere was also taken off and her pretty orbs welled out.
Mandy: „What a sight! This sluts totaly got owned. Revenge is such a great feeling. Hopefully they'll be found by some perverted member of the cleaning team.“
Miss Clinton: „Then we have to make sure that they stay in this status for as long as possible. Place the handkerchief over her mouth and nose and she will continue to sleep like a baby. The chloroform isn't that fresh and strong anymore. But it should keep the two ladies under control at least for a few hours.“
Mandy: „Wonderful! Good night, Steffi! Good night Petra! Have sweet dreams. Ha ha ha.“
Miss Clinton and Mandy grinned at each other and placed the chloroform-soaked handkerchiefs on the airways of their two helpless victims and left them on their faces.
For a short moment they enjoyed the sight of their work and Mandy quickly took a picture of the sleeping and unsuspecting beauties. Then the bad girls disappeared from the office as quickly as possible, leaving their victims behind. The reliable shift manager Petra Krantz, who was commissioned by the Middle European Airline to organize the control of the aircraft prototype, and the otherwise infallible chief stewardess Stefanie König, who was supposed to carry out the security check of the aircraft with her team, got owned by their attackers. Both women lay defeated, undressed and humiliated on the couch in Petra's office, breathing weakly but constantly. Only their soft breasts rose and fell with every weak breath that carried new chloroform into their lungs. Otherwise the two German women remained motionless in their humiliating positions and time passed. Minute by minute and hour by hour.
IMAGE DETAILS
LOCATION Hamburg, Germany
Hours later, but on the same evening, the saboteur Miss Clinton checked the captured data. She and Mandy had rented a cheap hotel room near the airport and paid cash in advance to attract as little attention as possible. However, Miss Clinton couldn't concentrate very well at the moment because Mandy chattered like a goose. While she was taking off her uniform, which Miss Clinton had done first when she entered the room, Mandy kept glancing curiously over the saboteur's shoulder at the laptop screen.
Mandy: „And what exactly are you checking now? Did you get everything you wanted? Have we been successful? I was so excited. We finished them both off. Krantz and König didn't even know what happened to them. That felt so good. But are you sure no one will track us down?“
Miss Clinton: „They both know our faces, but that doesn't help either. There were hundreds of people in the security area at the same time. There were no cameras there and the customs officers only checked our ID cards. But the ID cards were nowhere scanned and saved. You told me that yourself.“
Mandy: „Yeah, but I'm a little nervous now. Because of our uniforms they know that we work for the Virgin Airline. Or not?“
Mandy looked questioningly at her accomplice and tripped nervously with the tip of her high-heeled shoe on the floor. Miss Clinton replied with a soothing hand gesture, her eyes glaring maliciously.
Miss Clinton: “Take it easy, bum bag! We could also have stolen the uniforms from two stewardesses whom we sent to sleep just like Krantz and König. If the two of them can remember anything at all after their chloro nap, then maybe only the wrong names we gave them. Also, what kind of personal description should they do? You stewardesses are all dressed up with exactly the same hairstyle and make-up like Barbie dolls. Believe me, they have absolutely no idea who we are and that's a good thing.“
Mandy: „Okay, I believe you. You are the pro.“
Miss Clinton: „Yes! And you should never forget that either.“
Mandy: „But what now? What do we do next?“
Miss Clinton: „I'm going to look in the blueprints for the best possible spot to sabotage the plane. The whole thing should look like a technical defect, but it has to have a major impact. I will turn the test flight of this prototype airplane into a fiasco. At all costs.“
Mandy: „And what should I do?“
Miss Clinton: „You could shut up in the meantime so that I can concentrate and stop bothering me with curious questions. Call your boss on my behalf, report back and tell him that we have already got the blueprints. You can also send him the picture of the two sleeping beauties that you took. I bet he'll find it very stimulating.“
Mandy: „Oh yeah, he'll be so proud of me.“
Miss Clinton: „Yeah yeah... whatever.“
With these words, Miss Clinton looked again concentrated at her laptop screen while Mandy excitedly searched for her smartphone in her blazer pocket.
While Miss Clinton and her partner Mandy were preparing for their second attack, Petra and Steffi had to recover from the first one. Both women had been discovered in the evening by the airport security forces, who were currently under the command of a dedicated police chief of the federal police and chief customs officer. When the chief customs officer Saskia Jäger entered the office, Petra and Steffi had just changed into makeshift clothing to prevent further humiliation. Even so, both women were still confused and exhausted about what had happened to them before.
Saskia: „As I can see you are awake again and I hope you feel better. The last two times you woke up, you passed out again shortly afterwards. I would like to ask you some questions now.“
Steffi: „What ... what happened? What's all the hustle and bustle here?“
Petra: „Oh ... my head. I feel like I'm in a hangover. Did I drink too much? And why are we naked? Oh god...... did we..... I mean .... have we been sexually abused? I don't remember anything.“
Saskia: „Actually, I'm asking the questions here. But that's exactly what we want to find out. As it appears, you were attacked by someone who drugged you with chloroform. When my colleagues found you, you were lying right here on the sofa. Naked and stunned. However, you weren't completely undressed. Rape is unlikely, but a sexual motive for the act cannot be ruled out. Do you have any pain in the lower part of your body?“
Both Steffi and Petra were surprised how emotionless and cold they were treated here. Unlike them or a real policewoman, the customs officer had no psychological training in dealing with people. In their weakened condition, however, Steffi and Petra were more confused than angry about it.
Steffi: „No ... I don't think so. But I find it hard to tell. I feel very light-headed and my body feels numb in places.“
Petra: „I feel miserable and have the feeling that I'm about to throw up. I feel dizzy...“
Saskia: „The handkerchiefs soaked in chloroform knocked you out for a long time. We have already confiscated them as evidence. You are very lucky that you woke up at all. A toxic chemical like chloroform, inhaled over a long period of time, could have killed you too.“
Steffi: „Chloroform? But I don't understand ... who would do such a thing?“
Saskia: „It's very nice of you that you ask exactly the questions I wanted to ask. Is there anything you can remember? Anyone with a motive and able to do something like that? Do you have enemies?“
Steffi scratched her forehead thoughtfully while Petra lowered her head and buried her face in her palms. She concentrated as best she could and her voice was muffled because she held her hands in front of her face.
Petra: „I only remember that two stewardesses were with me... I can't remember their faces anymore.... everything is like a blur. They wore red uniforms... maybe they were from Virgin Airways or Air China ... but what did they want? What did I discuss with them? I do not know it anymore.“
Steffi: „The last thing I saw was Petra. When I came into your office I saw you lying naked on the sofa and then ..... then .....“
Saskia: „What happened then? You have to remember!“
Steffi: „I don't know if it really happened. I only remember fragments. It's more like a bad dream. But then I was grabbed... I was held and a woman laughed. She said she wanted revenge because she and her sister were released. But I don't know if that really happened. It all happened so quickly. But I think she said her name was Tanja Anderson. And her sister's name was...“
Petra: „Cassandra! Tanja and Cassandra Anderson. These names haunt me too and I don't know why.“
After saying goodbye to their colleagues, Monica and Lucille went back to the plane. Exhausted but still highly motivated, the two stewardesses strolled through the almost deserted corridors of the public airport area. The closer they got to the cordoned off area with the aircraft prototype, the emptier the corridors became. Back here there were no departure gates but mostly only service corridors, the lost property office and a few toilets. There were very few or no airport visitors here. The pretty Italian / French duo walked the hallways with hurried steps and clacking heels and talked animatedly with each other. They had no idea what was lurking around the next corner of the hallway.
Lucille: „Okay, maybe another two hours and then we should have everything done. We are now going to the Sheikh's bedchamber and Anastasia then controls the board kitchen. This is her area. She can do that best and we would only be in the way.“
Monica: „Hopefully we can do everything in time. Who could have guessed that the bedroom must already be ready for the first test flight. But if the princess really wants to be there then everything has to be perfect. Maybe she spontaneously loses interest and wants to take a nap there.“
Lucille: „Yes that would be possible. We have to be prepared for anything. We can't finish work until we're done. Steffi relies on us.“
Monica: „Yes, and we won't let her down.“
Lucille: „That is the right attitude! I hope you don't regret choosing this job and our team.“
Monica: „Are you kidding? Yes, of course it's exhausting, but I wouldn't want to exchange it for any money in the world. So exactly what Jürgen said about you earlier. .... ahem... Just among us girls, how is your relationship going?“
Lucille: „It couldn't be better. Whenever we kiss, it tingles from my lips to my toes. I am very happy. We understand each other perfectly even though we both never find the right words to express our feelings. That's why we tease each other so often. He is very empathetic, so nice, he doesn't push me and I feel safe with him. No matter what mess I got into again due to my own clumsiness.“
Lucille’s eyes sparkled when she talked about her pilot friend and Monica nodded understandingly when they had almost reached the corner of the hall.
Miss Clinton (whispering): „Get ready. Three.... two..... one......“
Miss Clinton: „Get them!“
After her quiet countdown, Miss Clinton popped out from around the corner as Monica and Lucille had just passed them. She grabbed Monica and before the frightened Lucille even knew what was going on, Mandy grabbed her.
The two stewardesses flinched in shock, were now being held, and their airways were covered with a cloth soaked in chloroform. Panicked, the two beauties stumbled around on the slender heels of their high-heeled shoes and tried to keep their balance while Mandy and Miss Clinton tugged at them.
No matter how they wriggled back and forth in the grasp of their attackers, neither Monica nor Lucille was able to see who was attacking them at all. All they saw were the smudged lights of the fluorescent tubes on the ceiling of the hallway while their petite bodies were jerked back and forth. The terribly smelly stuff that was pressed in their faces made both women dizzy.
It didn't even take half a minute and the two pretty stewardesses surrendered to the toxic chloroform fumes. By the time they realized what was happening to them it was too late and both women passed out. Their movements and the scratching of their heels across the floor became slower and weaker and the cries for help were replaced by ever lower moans.
Miss Clinton: „Keep calm, sugar tits! It'll be over soon.“
Mandy: „Relax, candyass! After all that hard work, you deserve a nap. From now on we take over.“
The French redhead Lucille was the first to close her pretty eyes and moaned weakly one last time in the rag over her mouth. Even her classy Italian colleague Monica couldn't resist and she too sank into an forced sleep. When the eyes of the two European stewardesses closed, the strength escaped from their beautiful bodies and they sagged even deeper into the embrace of their American attackers.
Miss Clinton: „Very good! It wasn't that difficult, was it? We just want to borrow something. And if I feel it correctly then we have exactly the same cup size.“
Mandy: „My God, these dolls are ridiculous. Even Steffi and Petra lasted longer. Chloroform works damn well on them.“
Miss Clinton: „Okay, we can congratulate each other on our triumph later. Now we have to make the two of them disappear first.“
Mandy: „All right! Right over there is the cleaning room I told you about. We'll take them there before anyone sees us.“
Mandy and Miss Clinton were well prepared and cleverly chosen the location for their ambush. Not only were there no people present in the hallway at the moment, but also the room in which they wanted to hide the two unconscious stewardesses was only a few meters away. Miss Clinton easily grabbed the unconscious Monica and dragged her away. Mandy watched her accomplice closely and then imitated her. The feather-light French woman in her hands was easy to handle and Lucille's limp feet and blue high-heeled shoes dragged across the well-cleaned floor.
Miss Clinton: „He he... looks like the Italian isn't the only one as limp as a spaghetti. Can you handle yours?“
Mandy: „Yeah, yeah don't worry. It's more likely that hell will freeze over than that I can't cope with this French poodle.“
Miss Clinton: „Okay, now you're talking like a winner!“
Both women grinned at each other and Mandy dragged the knocked out stewardess across the floor. Miss Clinton had meanwhile arrived with Monica at the door to the cleaning room and opened it.
When they pulled both stewardesses into the room and locked the door behind them, Miss Clinton and Mandy wasted no time. As if they were two worn cleaning rags, the stewardesses of the Middle European Airline were thrown over a shelf and were undressed by their assailants with eager and greedy fingers. First of all, the saboteur and her accomplices took off the stewardesses' skirts and pulled them down over their long, silky legs. Here the plump and magnificent buttocks of both stewardesses came to light.
Mandy: „Look at this. What a bitch! As far as I know, uniform pantyhose are required for the uniform and no stockings and suspenders.“
Miss Clinton: „Yeah yeah, the little redhead is naughtier than she looked. One thing has to be conceded to the French. They have class. But can we get back to work now?“
Their now presented asses made the humiliation for Monica and Lucille perfect, if they would notice anything of it. While Monica's and Lucille's round buttocks gleamed in the light of the ceiling lamp in the cleaning room, Miss Clinton and Mandy tore their blazers and blouses from the limp bodies of their victims. In this case it was even faster than with Petra and Steffi a few days before.
Miss Clinton: „Even if you are absolutely annoying at times, I have to admit that your help is absolutely valuable. Your knowledge of the airport's premises is very helpful. But why did you even know that there is a cleaning room in this hall?“
Mandy: „Ha, that's easy. Smoking is prohibited in the entire airport. Some former colleagues and I used to hide in these cleaning rooms to smoke. If you are a smoker you will sooner or later know all the hiding spots at all airports.“
As fast as they could, Mandy and Miss Clinton got rid of their own clothes and then slipped into the freshly stolen uniforms of Steffi's colleagues. Monica's uniform was a wonderful fit for Miss Clinton. Mandy, however, had her difficulties in squeezing herself into Lucille's uniform because the French woman was even slimmer than she was.
Mandy: „Damn, that stupid chick is just causing problems. I don't fit into her uniform. I won't be able to zip up my skirt, nor will I be able to close my blazer.“
Miss Clinton: „Relax yourself. The blazer will cover the zipper of the skirt anyway and then you just leave the blazer open. Your ass and tits will keep everything in place. And please speak more quietly. Not that we are discovered in here. “
Mandy sighed and both women took off the high heels from Monica's and Lucille's smooth nylon feet. Here, too, Mandy had something to complain about, because Lucille involuntarily did not make it particularly easy for her.
Mandy: „Here, next example! Why does the French cream puff wear such shoes? They are not permitted in terms of shape or color. Now I have to open the buckles just to find out that I don't fit in her shoes anyway.“
Miss Clinton: „Oh man, your whining reminds me of John McLane in Die Hard 1. When he has killed his first terrorist and wants to steal his shoes because he is walking barefoot, he also complains that among tens of thousands of terrorists in this world he has come across one of all people who has smaller feet than his grandmother.“
Mandy: „Very funny. I hope this bitch is on the test flight tomorrow and dies a terrible death together with Steffi König for the problems she causes me.“
Annoyed, Mandy threw Lucille's blue high-heeled shoes against the bare buttocks of the red-haired stewardess. Lucille's buttocks wobbled, the shoes bounced off and clattered to the floor. Miss Clinton rolled her eyes in annoyance while Mandy, cursing softly, put on her own shoes again.
After the two women had changed, Miss Clinton took care of the unconscious stewardesses. Meanwhile, Mandy had the annoying task of letting her smartphone guide her to a shoe shop inside the airport. Because Lucille's shoes didn't fit her and her own red heels were too inappropriate for the guards on the plane not to notice, Mandy had to quickly buy a pair of inconspicuous pumps. She was lucky that there were shoes that looked similar to those of the stewardesses of the Middle European Airline, but this action still cost unnecessarily time. With their stolen Middle European Airline uniforms, Miss Clinton and Mandy marched to the security area in which the hangar of the aircraft prototype was located. Lucille‘s and Monica‘s electronic authorization cards opened all required doors, and finally Miss Clinton and her accomplice were on the tarmac. It was pretty windy here and the two women marched with quick steps to the aircraft prototype that was already standing in front of the hall.
Mandy: „Wow, that's a majestic bird.“
Miss Clinton: „Yeah, take a good look at it. You will be one of the few people who will see this plane undamaged. In 24 hours it's just junk.“
As they approached, they saw two customs officers who were standing with their off-road vehicle at the aircraft and guarding it. But Mandy and Miss Clinton were of course also immediately examined critically by the two armed officers.
Miss Clinton (whispering): „There are the guards. I have dealt with German customs and federal police in the past. They're not push-overs like König and Krantz or the two little dolls we just sent to sleep. So pull yourself together, stay cool and let me talk. And stop staring at your shoes all the time. Nobody will notice. Unless you're looking at them all the time.“
When the two disguised saboteurs had almost reached the plane, the two customs officers also took a few steps towards Mandy and Miss Clinton and blocked their way.
Customs officer Merle: „One moment please! Please show me your access authorizations!“
Miss Clinton: „Of course. No problem.“
Customs officer Friederike: „names?“
Miss Clinton: „Lucille Chevalier and Monica Garon.“
One customs officer looked critically and with a scrutinizing look at the access authorization and then used her radio.
Customs officer Merle: „Zentrale? Ich habe hier eine Lucille Chevalier und Monica Garon die Zutritt zum Flugzeug wünschen.“ („Headquarters? I have a Lucille Chevalier and Monica Garon who want access to the plane.“)
While the customs officer was waiting for an answer from her operations center, her colleague kept an eye on the two alleged stewardesses. Mandy thought she was being watched more than necessary, the submachine gun made her even more nervous and that's why she started babbling out of nervousness.
Mandy: „Well, it's really a very exciting situation here, isn't it? All the security and guns. Like I am in a spy movie or something. I mean, it's actually an airplane like any other. Two wings, multiple seats, and a couple of flying toilets....“
Customs officer Merle: „You can pass! Your access authorizations are okay. Miss König announced you. And our previous shift and our headquarters confirmed that you were here earlier.“
Miss Clinton: „Can we get on board now?“
Customs officer Merle: „Sure! I'm sorry you had to wait. But we have our orders. The operations center would like to know how much time you still need today so that we know when we can lock the plane.“
Miss Clinton: „About half an hour. One hour maximum. Then we're gone again.“
Mandy: „We only take care of ... ummm ... the ... yes ... the board kitchen. If it is not ready for use and squeaky clean, the Sheikh will surely get very angry.“
The customs officers looked at each other briefly and shrugged their shoulders in boredom. Miss Clinton wasted no time, grabbed Mandy lightly by the upper arm and pushed her past the two officers. With clattering heels, they climbed the stairs to the aircraft and went inside while the two unsuspecting customs officers resumed their positions and guarded the aircraft.
While the two saboteurs entered the aircraft with their names and access authorization , Monica and Lucille had been left unconscious in the cleaning room. Because the effects of the chloroform would not last forever, the two stewardesses were tied up and gagged by Miss Clinton. Even if the Italian and French women woke up while Mandy and Miss Clinton were sabotaging the plane, they would not be able to move or call for help. Although it took some time, Miss Clinton had tried hard to tie Monica and Lucille like turkeys. This was the most important phase of the plan and nothing was allowed to go wrong. The tight and rough ropes cut into the soft skin and nylon-sheathed legs of the two women with every weak breath they took. The gentle breathing of the two stewardesses was the only sign of life because otherwise they sat and lay completely motionless. Completely knocked out, they took their forced chloroform nap in the darkness of the cleaning room and had no idea what was currently going on in the plane.
While the real Lucille and Monica sat unconscious and tied up in the cleaning room, Mandy and Miss Clinton were busy at work. The two German customs officers outside had no idea that the plane was being sabotaged behind their backs. Miss Clinton had got one of the toolboxes on board and used various tools to get to an interface of the ventilation system. She had discovered this point as a weak point in the aircraft system based on the stolen blueprints of the aircraft prototype. Mandy did not have a lot of technical skills and was therefore commissioned by Miss Clinton to block the flaps from which the oxygen masks would fall in an emergency.
Mandy (whispering): „Oh man, my arms and shoulders are already sore. Is all this work really necessary? Couldn't you just have installed ... I have no idea ... a bomb or something?“
Miss Clinton (whispering): „Stop whining and carry on. It's your boss who wanted it to look like a technical defect if the test flight ended in disaster. That's why a little more sensitivity is required. I have to prepare the oxygen line in such a way that it does not work, but without anyone subsequently discovering evidence that it was sabotaged.“
Mandy (whispering): „I don't understand. The plane is crashing anyway. This is a catastrophe where not much is left.“
Miss Clinton (whispering): „That's right, bum bag. But there is always something left over. You would be surprised how eagerly those responsible look when a multi-million euro plane falls from the sky. Think about it, the flight recorder is also found after every crash.“
Mandy (whispering): „Yes, that's right. I hadn't thought of that at all.“
Miss Clinton (whispering): „I know. That's why I take care of the real work and you only take care of the little locks. How far have you come so far?“
Mandy (whispering): „I still have to take care of the front three rows of seats.“
Miss Clinton (whispering): „Then go ahead and don't talk so much. If the two watchdogs from customs notice something out there, then we're screwed.“
The watchdogs from German Customs just mentioned by Miss Clinton, who were actually called Merle Klingemann and Friederike Wolff, were busy, however. Because Anastasia had also come to work on the plane and was now standing in front of the two customs officials with a smile.
Anastasia: „Good evening, ladies! Unfortunately, I still have to work on board. Miss König should have announced me. Because the start date was brought forward to tomorrow, we still have a lot to do today. Two colleagues also come.“
Customs officer Friederike: „Wrong plane for you, Little Red Riding Hood. Only selected employees of the Middle European Airline have access here.“
Anastasia: „Yes I know. I work for the Middle European Airline even if it doesn't look like it. Don't be fooled by my uniform. I don't have a new one yet. I was here earlier when your colleagues were still on duty.“
Customs officer Merle: „We'll check that out. We already know about the start date. And your colleagues are already here. Are even more of you coming? In other uniforms?“
Customs officer Friederike Wolff observed the pretty Russian skeptically. Her colleague Merle Klingemann had meanwhile turned away a little and checked the access authorization by radio.
Customs officer Merle: „Zentrale? Nun steht hier auch noch eine Anastasia Mironova in einer Aeroflot Uniform vor uns. Ist sie berechtigt das Flugzeug zu betreten?“ („Headquarters? Now there is also an Anastasia Mironova in an Aeroflot uniform in front of us. Is she authorized to board the aircraft?“)
While one of the customs officers was waiting for an answer from her superior Saskia Jäger from the security center, Anastasia was talking to the other customs officer.
Anastasia: „I'm sorry my uniform is causing so much confusion. You don't need to worry. A maximum of two or three hours and then we're done. Then you can lock the plane.“
Customs officer Friederike: „What? Two or three hours? That long? Your colleagues said half an hour. One hour maximum. Hey Merle! Listen to that! The lady here thinks she and her colleagues need two or three hours?“
Merle Klingemann turned back to her colleague and Anastasia. She already seemed to have received an answer from the security center, but because of the words of her colleague, her facial expression was grumpy. Anastasia also noticed that the mood was now getting worse.
Customs officer Merle: „What kind of shit is that? What time is correct now? Can't you little stewardesses read the clock correctly?“
Anastasia: „No need to be upset. If you allow it, I will go to my colleagues now and ask when we will be finished. Maybe the two have already done various jobs which I thought we still had to do. Please be patient. And as an excuse for this misunderstanding, I'll bring you two coffees out of here. I have to take care of the board kitchen and the espresso machine anyway and the first two coffees are yours. Okay?“
Customs officer Friederike: „Well, a hot coffee would be nice. Many Thanks!“
Customs officer Merle: „Yes, that's nice of you. Okay, you can go on. Your access authorization is okay.“
Within a few seconds, Anastasia had managed to appease the two customs officers who had been standing outside on the windy runway for some time. Anastasia's motto "Fast and uncomplicated" had worked again. She quickly found out what the customs officers would be happy about and just as easily she would have the right solution ready. Smiling, Anastasia strolled past the two customs officers and then slowly climbed the up the stairs into the plane. Shortly afterwards she heard another quiet, almost shy question.
Customs officer Friederike: „Can I have a cappuccino instead of a coffee?“
The blonde Russian nodded and then couldn't help but chuckle quietly as she continued up the stairs. There was no interpersonal situation that could not be resolved with friendliness. The customs officers were not that unfriendly, just tense and dissatisfied.
Her long stockinged legs carried the pretty stewardess into the passenger cabin. Once here, however, Anastasia's enthusiasm for her work was abruptly thwarted and her steps in her high heels stopped.
Anastasia: „Who are you? And what are you doing there?“
These were the first questions the pretty Russian woman uttered in surprise when she saw Mandy between the rows of seats. Mandy was just as surprised and winced in shock because she had been caught red-handed by Anastasia fiddling with the flaps for the oxygen masks.
Mandy: „I... uhm ... You ask me who I am? Who the hell are you? I'm supposed to control the plane here.“
Mandy didn't sound particularly convincing and she began to approach Anastasia. Inwardly, Mandy was annoyed that she had worked so intensely that she had not heard the Russian stewardess climb the stairs to the plane. While Mandy shortened the distance between herself and Anastasia with soothing hand gestures, the blonde Russian remained skeptical. She did not know this alleged colleague. But she was new to the team and maybe she didn't know everyone yet. Maybe it was Renata who, despite her illness, came to help so that tomorrow's appointment could be kept.
Anastasia: „The flaps for the oxygen masks have already been checked. You have no business there! Who are you anyway? I am Anastasia Mironova. I am new to Steffanie König's team and I am authorized to be here. What about you? I thought only a select few people had access.....
When Mandy was close enough to her, Anastasia could take a look at the nameplate on Mandy's uniform. The pretty Russian woman's ice-blue eyes widened in shock.
Anastasia: „What? Lucille? You are not Lucille! You are one of the women who attacked Steffi and Frau Krantz. What did you do to Lucille? And where is Monica?“
a
Although Mandy was physically smaller, she knew that she had to use physical force to get the lanky Russian under control so that she did not run away or notify the two customs officers. She grabbed Anastasia by the arm.
Mandy: „Come here, Russki! I show it to you!“
Anastasia: „Hey! Let me go!“
Anastasia: „I said...Let me go, suka!“
With a skillful twist of her body, Anastasia freed herself from the grip of the American stewardess and sabotage assistant. In no time at all, everything went very quickly and before Mandy knew what was happening, it was she who suddenly hung in the grasp of Anastasia. The pretty Russian woman not only had the enviable body of a ballerina but also her body control and elegance.
Mandy: „What the...? Hey! ...AAAAAHHHH...... Hey! Wait! ....AAAARRGGGHH ... Let go! You hurt me!“
Like it or not, Anastasia had a lot of experience with drunk passengers from her Aeroflot days and knew exactly how to get them under control if necessary. Now it was Mandy who was held by the slim but strong arms of the Russian stewardess. Without realizing that the two customs officers could hear her outside, Mandy wailed loudly in pain.
Mandy: „AAAAAHHHH..... you fucking bitch..... You hurt me! ......AAAAUUUUU.......You hurt me!“
Anastasia: „I hope so! How dare you attack my two superiors? Why the fuck did you do that? And what did you do with Lucille and Monica? Talk or I squeeze harder.“
Both women stumbled back and forth on the slender heels of their high-heeled shoes while Mandy tried to free herself and turned back and forth in Anastasia's grip. Of course, Steffi had informed her team about the attack on herself and Petra. But she had kept to herself the humiliating details of how they were left naked. However, Anastasia knew enough that this woman meant trouble. Mandy, in turn, realized that she had overestimated herself. Petra and Steffi had been easy prey. Lucille and Monica anyway. But Anastasia was a different caliber of woman.
Mandy: „Let me go! I won't tell you anything, you bitch! AAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!“
Anastasia: „Fine, then the two customs officers will talk to you.“
Just as Anastasia wanted to get help from the two customs officers outside, she noticed that someone was sneaking up on her from behind.
Miss Clinton: „Don't be too hasty, Goldilocks! Nobody is talking to anyone here.“
So far Miss Clinton had been nowhere to be seen and Anastasia had no idea that she was around and was now surprised. In contrast to Mandy, Miss Clinton was a professional and wasted no time pressing the chloroform-soaked rag into Anastasia's face. Exactly the rag that had already sent so many of Anastasia's new colleagues to the land of dreams.
Anastasia: „Какого черта? О нет, вас двое....mmmpppffffff........ hhhhmmmmmm.........“
By skillful squirming, Anastasia briefly managed to let her mouth slip out from behind the chloroform cloth.
Scared as she was, Anastasia could no longer hold on to Mandy and in her confusion she called for help in her mother tongue. Even if the German customs officers heard her screams, they would not understand the Russian call for help and would not be able to classify it.
Miss Clinton: „Come on, help me! Hold her tight! She's squirming like a snake.“
Immediately Mandy grabbed the wrists of the pretty Russian stewardess and held them tight. All Anastasia could do was squirm and kick one of her legs every now and then. Which is why both she and Miss Clinton almost lost their balance on their high heels.
Mandy: „God damn it! Hold still!“
Anastasia fought and resisted as bravely as she could. But even the tough Russian had no chance against two attackers at the same time and the chlorofrom put her more and more to sleep. The movements of her slim body became slower and the movements of her limbs more and more uncontrolled. Anastasia felt dizzy and she only saw everything blurred while she moaned into the rag.
Her cursing and her calls for help had turned into a low moan and Mandy was able to let go of the blond stewardess's wrists again. Mandy was angry that Anastasia had surprised and overwhelmed her and now watched with great satisfaction how the pretty blue eyes of the Russian woman began to flicker and then closed permanently.
Miss Clinton: „Yeah... that's fine. Time for your hibernation, Goldilocks.“
Mandy: „Not so tough now, are you? I told you not to stick your nosy nose in matters that are none of your business.“
It was easy for Miss Clinton to put the lanky and unconscious Anastasia in the first row of seats. Just like Steffi, Anastasia weighed surprisingly little for a woman of her size.
Miss Clinton: „Out like a light. Goldilocks is now taking a beauty nap. But how the hell did that happen? What is she doing here? Can't I take my eyes off you for five minutes?“
Mandy: „Hey, it wasn't my fault. I did exactly what you said and shortly afterwards I find myself in a bearhug of a Siberian grizzly bear. She said her name is Anastasia. She will be the one who is here for an exchange program and about whom we have not yet had any information. But we finished her off. Just like her ridiculous colleagues.“
Mandy was right. Just like her stewardess colleagues Monica and Lucille, the chief stewardess Steffi and their shift manager Petra, Anastasia was now also a victim of the two saboteurs. The brave blonde was now completely helpless. Like a Russian Barbie doll who would let anything happen to her that her owner would want to do with her. Many of her former male passengers would have liked such a sight from Anastasia Mironova, one of the figureheads of the Russian airline Aeroflot. She had lost her little red hat, her blazer and her blouse were torn open, revealing the pretty lace bra of the angelic blonde. Anastasia's slipped up skirt afforded shameless glances at her silky shining thighs and the nylon-covered private area between her legs. More than once, Anastasia had felt the grabbing hands of passengers on her buttocks and then successfully fended them off. But not this time. This time she had been overwhelmed in a big way by two women. Thousands of kilometers away from home, in a foreign country and in her first week at work in a new team. A team that would be in great danger tomorrow because Anastasia was no longer able to inform the customs officers outside the plane.
Miss Clinton: „She's tougher than her pretty facade suggests. I have to admit that. But no matter who she is. We have to get rid of her quickly and quietly before...
But then Miss Clinton and Mandy heard the steps of the customs officers who were walking up the aluminum steps of the airplane stairs in their high heels.
Miss Clinton & Mandy: „Oh shit!“
The dull clatter of the aluminum steps at every step that the customs officers took with their high-heeled shoes was the ideal early warning system for the two saboteurs. How could Mandy fail to hear that when Anastasia got on the plane? She was probably too focused on her work. But now the steps came closer and closer and the two pretty but strict customs officers finally boarded the plane. Surprised that no more noises could be heard, they listened briefly and then asked in a loud voice:
Customs officer Merle: „Hey! Is everything okay here? What's all the noise and screaming about?“
However, the questions posed aloud by the customs officers remained unanswered. Friederike and Merle looked at each other briefly, shrugged their shoulders and then spoke in a softer tone as they entered the cabin.
Customs officer Friederike: „Die dummen Hühner haben sich vermutlich selbst verbrüht als sie uns unseren Kaffee gemacht haben.“ („These stupid chicks probably got scalded when they made our coffee.“)
Customs officer Merle: „Lass uns trotzdem nachsehen bevor es irgendwelchen Ärger gibt. Frau Jäger hat gesagt sie hat keine Lust auf Überraschungen.“ („Anyway, let's check it before there is any trouble. Miss Jäger said she had no desire for surprises.“)
Customs officer Friederike: „Das hat sie doch nie. .... Hey warte mal? Was ist denn das da vorne?“ („She never has. ... Hey wait a minute? What's that over there?“)
When they entered the cabin area, the two customs officers discovered the unconscious Russian stewardess Anastasia.
But before the two customs officers were able to realize what they were seeing, to discuss things with each other or to report this incident, they were hit in the head with painful blows.
Mandy and Miss Clinton had taken advantage of the fact that they could hear the customs officers boarding the plane, armed themselves and lay in wait. Customs officer Friederike collapsed as if struck by lightning when Miss Clinton hit her with the pliers over the head. Her colleague Merle groaned a little and rolled her eyes before she went to the ground. That was because Mandy was unsure how hard she had to hit because she had never knocked anyone out with a blow in her life.
The blows to the head had their effect and sent the two German customs officers to the ground unconscious. Everything had happened so quickly and only now, when Miss Clinton and Mandy looked at the no longer moving bodies of the customs officers, did they realize that they had made it.
Miss Clinton: „Oh man, that was close! Nice job, bum bag. Even if these girls look pretty, they are not push-overs like the stewardesses we have knocked out so far. I might have dealt with one of them, but not both. Really good job.“
The two customs officers were Anastasia's last chance to be rescued and the only ones who could have discovered the sabotage and could have prevented it. But now the customs officers Merle and Friederike were just as defenseless and helpless on the ground as so many other women before them. It had only taken a few seconds to demote them from law enforcement officers to victims. It was only now, when they lay unconscious and motionless on the floor and their slipped uniforms gave exciting insights, that Saskia Jäger's watchdogs appeared feminine for the first time.
Mandy: „Are ... are they dead?“
Miss Clinton: „Oh nonsense. Well ... maybe ... it depends on how hard you hit. Mine will survive and probably get away with a concussion.“
Mandy: „Well, I have no idea. They have guns and then I panicked and hit as hard as I could.“
Miss Clinton: „Does not matter. In any case, you beat „Miss Important“ so bad that it knocked her out of her shoes.“
Good job! But one of the policewomen's hair is too short, which is a pity. After all, she wears short skirts and stockings, which should make her more feminine.
Can you change her hair to long hair?
