RURITANIA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – PRESENT
She stood outside the busy departure terminal’s main entrance.
Attempting to look very nonchalant amid all the hustle and bustle that was all inclusive within a modern international airport
The sky was gray with low thick calumnious white clouds scudding quickly along with the spring winds – the season was changing; summer was approaching fast.
The concrete, macadam and asphalt still sported the residue of the early morning rainstorm
The woman was not very tall, average looking on first inspection. Her mode of dress rather drab and grey
But if one looked deeper, took a little time one would discern that the everyday looking female was very athletic in her general build and furthermore it appeared she was making an effort to look not very attractive, which in fact, with the right costume and attention...she was
As stated, the woman with the black wavy hair that hid her ears, just above her shoulder had stood off to one side of the large glass doors that allowed access into the main terminal ….
They opened and closed with the aid of movement sensors….
Back and fore they slid – a soundless swish amid the continuous noise generated by the airports heavy mid morning traffic.
She smoked a cigarette, furtive, like most modern smokers, ashamed of continuing the unhealthy habit in public…becoming a social leper, an outcast…...in a reality she did not give a flying fuck what people thought…but she acted the part to blend in….she wanted to be the grey person, the one who was never noticed by anyone…...the one that when Police asked….the witness could never remember
She tapped some ash into a nearby receptacle…....her blue eyes never stopped moving……she did not generally smile…and when she did….she was only sociable and nice when it suited her….a means to an end….it had to have a purpose…...otherwise….what was the point
A short time ago. an older male, a customer service or janitorial type had come by and had attempted to make conversation….nothing inappropriate, just being friendly and the like…….a swift ‘get lost’had sent him on his way.
The vehicle traffic was very raucous and incessant
Mainly imported German made Taxi cabs dropped off passengers….generally saloons or the odd minibus…….interspersed with cheap Japanese or Korean models
The taxi drivers equally honked and shouted in anger at unofficial private automobiles which had attempted to illegally drop off family or friends….like any airport in the world Taxi drivers thought they could rule and police the airports…….taking money from their family’s mouths as they would claim…….utter tripe of course as they fixed the rates between themselves…….very corrupt, but apparently always tolerated by the powers to be
She looked on in apparent indifference at the multitude of humanity that bustled around her….but in truth she was absorbing everything around her….waiting…….waiting for a special person in particular……a young lady that she had grown to know very intimately....…unlike the young lady, who knew nothing of her, not even her existence
Her clothing was casual, very casual…..tight black jeans, black leather coat which obscured a navy blue T Shirt….her feet were adorned with socks and black sneakers…..over her shoulder was an old grey Alpine Lowe back pack…s small ruck…..her look was intended to be dull….uninteresting….a budget traveller…...not to stand out…be the grey person ……she desired no unwanted attention…..anyway…..the local bimbo’s were enough to distract any would be lothario.
The capitols airport really was a Westerner’s dream…..if one desired women who were inclined, whether intentionally or not…..to represent the oldest profession in the world….on display were a bevy of typical stereotypical East European female flesh…. youthful looking or older……the older tended to dress as the younger
There was an abundance of ladies clad in artificial leopard skin prints….their faces daubed in heavy makeup…..or tight Lycra pants with matching stiletto heels….Yankee soap operas from the 80s still prevailed here….even shoulder boards believe it or not
The watching woman smirked as she briefly observed someone’s ‘Candy Doll’ …… strutting through the main doors….a mature woman…probably in her late 30s…..dressing like she was 20
Maybe attempting to copy her daughter….a younger friend or colleague…attempts to stave off the dreaded passage of time
No doubt employed by the airport…cocky, an arrogant look and gait….…..a false blonde….too much face paint, fleshy cheeks….short tight black mini skirt, her waist and stomach were not trim anymore, her thighs and ass were packed in……the woman surmised she wore large supportive panties under that short skirt….good support tights too…..she needed it, to keep all that flesh in…. her full and rather fat ass pumping up and down....pumping in synchronization with herself important stride….her jaw lifted and jutting out…probably a manager or supervisor of some sort
Even so, she had good legs encased in black, probably 10 denier pantyhose…very sheer…not cheap….off black, slate black…...a belted waist….big fleshy tits tight under a white uniform blouse….the obviously full white bra underneath was trying its best to hold up the tits and stop them bursting out from under the white cotton……especially as she stomped forward…..the shirt front buttons looked very stressed…fabric taught and tight….the cups of that bra were thick and sturdy as there was no evidence of nipple poke…..the blouse open low at the neck….lower than what was expected professionally….
She had a royal blue polyester lanyard around her neck……the plastic ID card holder bounced off her meaty tits
No doubt…..all this careful preparation and effort was for the benefit of climbing the professional promotional ladder….the swanky and chic company neck scarf wrapped and knotted around her slim neck….…..
The oh so scarlet lips….heavy kohl rouged eyes…her false peroxide hair in a tight bun, clipped and harsh…oh…how she trotted along in those click clacking black French or Italian looking high heeled shoes…..just going to work eh….more like fresh from fucking like an animal in heat..….probably the boss who got her the job….the sad, usually overweight middle aged boss with the equally aged and fat wife who stayed at home with six annoying brats…..that’s how it worked in this shit hole of a country…always did, always would…the bitches were the same when her people ran the show….it was her country’s nest of corrupt and sad bureaucrats who were getting the honey then
The pig and her designer leather shoulder bag stormed past the unobtrusive looking woman, who was casually just smoking a cigarette…..she registered all this profiling in seconds
She slightly gritted her still pure white and expensive teeth….the result of excellent top of the range Western dental work…having good teeth had and was vital to her profession….unlike most of her generation within her pariah and heavily sanctioned nation
This country though….the traitorous swine….she had always distrusted them…..always too eager to please, always trying to get to the top within party committees…..trying too hard for position and rank within the military and state security organisms…….always first to wave the red flags….always fucking their way to the top….never a kopek wasted…always hoarded
She looked around at this fine, brand new, no doubt German financed airport…no sign of the red flags within this one…no party bunting
Well, her country had learned its lesson….never again
These gypsies thought they were a big deal now….they made it into the European Union. More lies and deceit
Look at them….passengers flying off around the world….jetting to Paris, Berlin and New York….maybe as far afield as Tokyo or Singapore
No doubt enjoying their so called dream of living off the hog…….the West…Yankee land….it was all a lie, she had been there, lived there as one of them….the dream was more like a desire to fuck the local whores in an expensive 5Star establishment….watching the change of the Guard in London outside a decadent royal palace….looking up at the Eiffel Tower …all dressed up in their Western Style designer labelled clothes…bastards….so they think they can turn their back on big brother eh!!
Just forget the centuries of towing the line….showing respect.
Inside she hated them and seethed
She again observed the varied crowd being dropped off and entering the terminal…….she had been in country……
What was she thinking…country!
Bah! They had never been a country….Helots more like, there to serve the needs of the mother country….that was the way…that was their purpose in life…bow and nod….lower their eyes…to serve as cannon fodder at the front….just like they did in the old days….whether for the Secretary General or a fucking Tsar
Look at them…mimicking the Westerners…trying to be Yankees….a young guy wearing shades…a T shirt displaying the name ‘Boston’ just passed her…..his T shirt bulged with a gut…..they had sold their souls for baubles and a pizza
Anyway….technically she had been back in this hole…undercover for the last six months…..it was an assignment she disliked….her contempt for this land and its traitors sometimes made her decisions irrational…..that was not good
Her dark thoughts were interrupted…..the game was on
She stubbed out her smoke on the ground….her boot stepped forward….her foot twisted back and fore
A woman had caught her eye…..
A blonde woman, a real blonde this time, coiffed hair, heavily curled…..middle aged…around forty five…..glasses…thin….too thin….too much makeup…..in fact they all wore too much makeup…like they were making up for seventy years of missing out on the Rome and Paris circuit…like before the revolution
Yet her gray business suite was expensive and well cut, it was top of the line in the corporate world…complete with graphite toned hosiery, her thin calf muscles, spindly legs…..heeled pumps on her feet…no doubt her underclothes were of an equal quality….
Her abundant collection of jewels looked real…what a waste!
An obese man in an equally expensive suite was in the process of kissing her on the cheek…a cheek saturated in too much rouge and powder…..saying goodbye no doubt before he went off to visit his younger whore of a mistress..…in her mind all men were unfaithful in some form or another…..as the fat man hugged her and patted her on the back in a fatherly manner…..his double chin seemed to squelch over her shoulder….
In disgust she noted his pig like eyes taking lustful glances….his porcine face sweating, tracking the movements of two buxom and wide hipped Lufthansa Flight attendants ……she nearly laughed out loud but checked herself.
Nobody noticed her….not even the bored Police patrol loitering outside the terminal.
Her attention briefly returned to the flight attendants…..being an airport there were plenty to choose from…and after all….flight attendants were the reason why she was loitering in the first place
The two German women in uniform and where walking by at a brisk pace…..chatting away…..good looking, not stunning….
On being German they were solid, big breasted and sturdy women…not youngsters either….the female she was interested in was a lot younger
She was expecting someone….and there to meet her…..a meeting that would be a total surprise to the young lady expected any time soon
The skinny woman in the business suite strutted by…..a designer shoulder bag over one arm…..pulling her expensive suitcase on wheels behind her….shame….she liked that outfit…..she had a brief burning desire to wear the woman’s clothes…..she wanted to take them from her…steal them…pose in them
As suddenly as she thought it….the urge left her
Soon….she would be wearing a new outfit…..someone else’s clothes
She looked at her cheap wristwatch, a man’s watch
Any time soon….she scanned the Taxi line…..the Turk would not be long in dropping off his charge…..he had been paid enough
The eternal shifty Turk….another stereotype was this Turk, fat, slovenly and shifty…and easy to buy
More importantly he was in charge of running transport for a certain airline…..conveying members of the flight crew….a cash saving perk for the employees no doubt….but a rather blatant and lax gap regarding their personal security
Although the Turk owned the Taxi firm…..he was conveying this little bird personally
She also knew what the little bird looked like……as if it where her sister, although she had never had one
Here we go……
A black Mercedes taxi pulled up behind one that was identical to one that had just left….the number displayed on the plastic yellow rooftop light corresponded with the one that she had been told to expect and had memorized…..after all, the Turks ran the Taxis service of nearly…. if not all the capitols within this charming and happy looking new Europe……the so called liberal and free booting West….the new land of promise, luxury and dreams.
If anything…and if it was in their self interest and they were being generously paid…..the Turk was anything but if efficient
The rear door of the saloon opened……a leg appeared….My God…what a leg….so much thigh on display….on the obviously female foot was, she made a quick identification …oh yes, she recognized those….a stiletto heel court shoe….shiny patent leather and cream in colour……a good start…….the leg….obviously hosed in nylon….she calculated again….must be the 5 denier she had probably worn already…..barely visible….thin on the leg, delicate….nice, her kind of stocking…...but she cautioned herself to be gentle in handling those….after all, she had no spare…..maybe the current wearer did……but she could not take the risk in case they tare or rip easily
The rest of the female began to emerge from the rear of the saloon….emerging as young women do, if they are wearing tight and rather short clothing…..small exaggerated movements, hands pulling at skirts when their legs moved…just in case these natural female manners revealed a little too much
The driver, the oily Anatolian remained behind the wheel…watching his rear view mirror….no doubt getting his fill…..his sweaty fat face, the eager licking of his lips
The unsuspecting young woman had been lucky to finish her trip….the watching woman knew that the Turk was also involved in white slavery…..many a pretty young thing had entered his Taxis’….and had thereafter disappeared
But this one was cargo…a deal had been struck…..a substantial sum of money had been exchanged….and on the Fat man’s mind right now was….if he had succumbed to his unsolicited lust….and Oh!.... he had been tempted on the drive in…as soon as he had picked her up at the apartment block he had thought of the chloroform pad hidden within the glove compartment…if he had acted on impulse…..he too, despite his connections and power..…he too would have disappeared…..forever….he had been warned by someone else….a friend, someone who knew…..
The smoking woman took in the sight of the young woman getting out of the cab, who was oblivious to the unhealthy interest being taken in her……
What a body….that skirt was small…..a cream or beige in colour, a nylon mix…..almost but not quite a mini skirt …..high wasted over her hips….the skirt flat and following the curve of her stomach….tight over her stomach and peachy ass…..zipped at the back….great thighs on a thin waste …..size 10…..34 26 36……she had previously inspected and read all the labels on the clothing……the young woman was just within the measurements of a C Cup…not an overly large sized bust…but just the fit for the watching woman….and she knew that the her bra would also fit on her
She watched the young woman in her tight uniform jacket and short skirt…..her supported breasts pushing against the buttoned up fabric…..all in beige…..a little gold airline badge over a breast pocket…..a sheer like cream blouse just visible underneath the short tunic…boat neck…..cutting across her fine collar bone in a straight line…..the burgundy neck scarf, knotted on one side of the gracious fine and unblemished young neck…..her dark straight black hair, tightly knotted at the back of her dainty head….taught and pinned back….her face…Wow!
She had the face of a doll, a ballerina….red lipstick….kohl eyes….light blusher….face powder…..gray blue mascara…..thin pencil like eyebrows…and that hat…..a burgundy side cap was perched on her small head…….it was a very quasi military look….the cap almost like what those Luftwaffe Helferin sows wore during the Great Patriotic War….but still…. very sexy.
With that cap, and her hair so neat….and all the curves in the right places……well…..this was going to be fun…..and she knew it
The watching woman felt a burning in her chest…..a burning of desire…a tightness of breath….her mouth became dry
She watched the unwary Flight Attendant pay off the Taxi driver……who was taking more than a general interest in the girl’s curvaceous chest..….she was sure he was dribbling with lust.
As the girl collected her small travel case and shoulder bag, the driver, looked across at the woman who appeared to be casually and innocently standing nearby….other people were walking to and fro, plenty of families around..…not a place to cause a scene…..he smiled and winked……so they new eh thought the waiting woman…..if he crossed us….well…..he would have to run far and wide….but never far enough…she ignored the gesture…the unsuspecting young woman in uniform saw nothing….she was placing her purse back into the shoulder bag
The woman watching her target observed the luckless girl extend the small case’s carrying handle…with the intention of pulling the luggage….the girl adjusted the strap of her bag onto her shoulder, a more comfortable carry without unduly creasing her uniform jacket….her intention to walk inside the terminal…..her intention to start her job…that was not to be…..not today at anyway
Her initial plan had been to replace the flight attendant and steal her identity at her flat…nice and secluded….but there had been too many variables…..her relatives and that boyfriend of hers….good looking, a failed art student and unemployed….therefore always hanging around and turning up at unexpected and odd hours….in short he was a loser
There had been no doubt in her mind that he would have discovered his unquestionably bound and gagged girlfriend much earlier than hoped for….her ruse discovered way before the intended time
The woman had been ‘In Country’ for six months…stalking her target
She had photographed the young women intensively…..followed her.....learnt her routine, who she met, what restaurants and bars she frequented…her night clubs….noted what family and friends visited…did she like museums …..she loved art exhibitions….hence the failed ‘Van Gough’…..music….did she like concerts...modern no…the classics …yes
Did the young woman like sex…yes….a normal relationship…Yes…..how many partners…..one, the dickhead with glasses and a goatee beard….very trendy…..but she had picked up that the young woman tended to flirt with a male instructor at the gym she frequented ….lots of smiles and touching there….it appeared she liked the arts and classics….very bohemian on the outside….but she also seemed attracted to the muscled alpha stereotype….very unlike her current regular boyfriend who appeared fully accepted by her arty girlfriends….a secret desire there…..a desire to be used a little more roughly by a male of a more basic intellect
Her Mother was old and visited on queue…..every Thursday when she was at home….which was 48 hours away…she had an older married sister…a looker too…who lived 70 km away……
But that bastard boyfriend was the nail in the coffin…..the flat or apartment as a place of quiet solitude as she exchanged identities was out of the question
He had nearly caught her once…nearly being the key word…as otherwise he would be dead by now.
The woman had also studied the target’s work pattern and environment….intensely and to the last detail
And likewise her apartment……………..
She remembered her last intrusion into the young woman’s private life…..the last time the girl had flown from this same airport
The flight attendant had been at work….jetting off to Livonia, capitol of another bastard breakaway republic…it was a two day round trip…..a day off then back to work…Livonia….also EU now, up there on the Baltic…so the woman had gone around to her flat and broke in…all easy enough…..she could make entry without leaving any signs that the door’s security had been violated……making a wax copy of the lock mechanism….which led to the making of a key…it was an uncomplicated and simple lock
The woman, dressed in casual slacks, sweater and raincoat, her shoes where grey flats….hanging from her shoulder was a floppy canvas bag, neat and trendy….she looked like any other ordinary well dressed housewife, someone who looked like they lived in these types of modest, but smart blocks of flats……she had sauntered around the flight attendants flat as if she were the occupant….she felt at ease and at home….in a way she was…her hands glided over household objects and furniture with a sense of familiarity…..it was getting close to the time when she would make the switch…she had decided where and precisely when….this would be her last visit to the young woman’s home.
THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
HOW IT ALL BEGAN…….
For months…when the young woman was at work, jetting around Europe…the woman had entered the unsuspecting girls home….always at a time when the annoying boyfriend was also at his sister’s or mothers abode….no doubt free loading off the goodwill those people as well
The flat was modest but smart and clean….the girls bathroom was like wise small but clean and smartly outfitted….she had checked and used the girl’s cosmetics…a large mirror with a built in surround light made the task easy….she only used a little…never enough for the girl to notice upon her return…..she studied what the girl used on herself…noting the brands, the shades and colours…the perfume the girl wore, what deodorant she sprayed under her arms…..what soap she used in her shower….what shampoo she used on her hair…..purchasing the same items herself later…..only and always using them herself from that moment on
The woman was a deep cover operative….an infiltrator….an assassin, an intelligence gatherer….an agent provocateur…….she assumed identities….she did so for her country…..the reason why was never asked, never contemplated…….she just obeyed, and was very successful and expert at it.
Her skills were almost chameleon like…she studied her prey…learnt their mannerisms, their tastes…assumed their looks….their voices…and temporarily assumed their personality and individual lives…..she was an adroit mimic…her skills where uncanny….and sometimes lethal…..discovered in childhood……raised by the state….trained by the state….and used by the state…..her skills were almost unique
A woman’s unique character, personality and individuality is generally dictated by what they choose to wear….formally and informally….the absent, innocent and unsuspecting young woman was no exception to the rule
The flat was silent…….but from outside one could discern the noise of vehicle traffic…...she paused…cocked her head…no noise from the apartments above and below….not surprising, it was the working hours of the day where most people were making their way in the world
The woman naturally gravitated to the main bedroom….she stood outside for the moment, the girl had left the door open….this was the inner sanctum, a private place…..eventually she strolled inside, this is where she could discover who the young woman really was…..she had begun by thoroughly perusing the contents of the young woman’s wardrobe….it was a must…she had to get the feel of the female that she had been tasked to replace….without hesitation she had opened doors and slid open draws
She casually examined the various articles of women’s clothing hanging inside the girl’s closets..….at first just looking, sometimes sliding them along rails
She began by checking sizes and styles, she had read and memorized a file, long ago destroyed.
All these garments should fit her…but a professional she was….thorough to the last…..some of the folded and hanging garments would have to be worn by her…..checked for sizing, especially the uniform vital for the plan …the uniform fitting her as if it where her own was fundamental to success..…the civilian clothes were superficial to the mission, they provided an idea of who the girl was as a person, that was all…..which aided her masquerade…..the longer she immersed herself in a persona….the more she delved into who that person was….on all of what that person may be….she would not be this girl for long, unlike previous females she had been assigned…….but she had time with this one…..she planned for all emergencies, like the professional she was……the girls other clothing had no direct outcome for the mission….except she liked too…she enjoyed wearing another woman’s clothes……she enjoyed dressing like them, looking like them….unless it was an emergency, she trained for a role like an actress, this comparison was closer to the truth in what she actually was….and if need be…a lethally trained and experienced actress at that…all the clothes she removed…all that touched her skin would be expertly returned and would appear to be undisturbed…..with no evidence of tampering
The girls flat was mainly an advertisement for IKEA…..cheap, bright, modern and smart
Likewise was her bedroom
On that first visit she had lain on the girls double bed…..upon the soft white quilt, her shoes off, her own nylon sheathed toes wiggling…staring at the white ceiling….her head on the used white fluffy pillows…..the pillows smelt of the girls perfume….her scent….the woman was tracking her prey…..eventually she raised herself from the bed and lifted the quilt….she inspected the mattress cover…she sniffed….a musty smell assailed her nostrils…..sex….the girl had recently copulated on the bed and within the bedclothes…..she imagined the sweaty, entwined bodies writhing in pleasure…..the moans…searching tongues….the pumping limbs….her raised long legs gripping his lower back….the gasp of orgasm
She began to be aroused herself
Her lurid and vivid imagination depicted scenes of sexual fantasy…..as if she herself had taken part
Once sexually aroused her curiosity naturally gravitated over to a set of draws…..a dressing table with a mirror on top…..small mirror…..a place to check an appearance, a last stop, she concluded that it was in the bathroom that the girl always made up her face ready for the day…she imagined the girl just in her skimpy panties, braless….applying lipstick…a small brushing of her face…puckering and smoothing her lips looking at her own gorgeous reflection….her nipples pert and erect
She reached for a hairbrush….oval in shape, large, black and plastic……she looked at her reflection….it was her own……not the girl….yet!
She gently brushed her hair….at the moment, black, above the shoulder, wavy, over her ears…..not in the style of the target….maybe a wig, or a restyling was necessary…she used the girls brush, gentle sweeps…always thinking……yes…she would need to straighten and cut
The small table littered with the bric a brac that a woman used in her daily life….she fingered a tortoiseshell hair clip
The hairbrush was placed back in the exact place from where it had been lifted……..
She reached lower under the table……her heart fluttering a little…..her breathing a little strained
Her fingers found a small ring handle….her hand gently pulling back……the bedroom’s silence broken by the sound of wood sliding on wood
As expected, within a dresser or linen closet, items of the absent girl’s underwear came into view….the woman’s hands gently touched the intimate soft fabrics…..no rush….no rummaging or rough handling of these satin and silks…..to her this was her secret pleasure….to be enjoyed
Her breathing slowed….her vision narrowed……she always relished this part of the job
The intimate apparel of another woman…..a private space where only that woman would and should visit…..no one else…...it was the ultimate violation….after this there would be no secrets between them
Placing her hands into places they were not supposed to be….her fingers inside garments that had caressed the skin of another woman……in places where only the woman who had purchased them and maybe lovers had been fortunate to see…or too touch
She inspected the draws one by one…taking her time
The Girls tastes in underwear where mostly of foreign brands,no doubt purchased on her flying trips abroad…British made Bra’s…..Spanish and German panties…..Italian nylons she seemed to favour the most…..Italian was good, very good…the operative herself favoured Italian underwear, nodding in appreciation at the sight of an ‘Intimissimi’ label attached to one of the girls brassieres…..stockings and tights of all shades…….a few slips, half slips at that, camisoles…..she noted that the intimate garments where not lacy or frilly affairs….straight cut, seamless……bras and panties of a neat and trim and cut….modern and practical….maybe the odd bow for affect….maybe a little sheer in places…there were no loud or ostentatious colours….just neutral shades, white, black, nude or gray….no mix of patterns, lacy trim….she noted a certain bra that she lusted to wear immediately….but no…not yet…not here
Overall she approved of the girls various choices and styles….all was of good quality…..not the underwear of a housewife or trophy type of woman….the undies where that of a modern working woman…a professional…yet still sexy in their simplicity
She noted the absence of any sex toys hidden within the draws….the normal space a woman would keep such an article of intimate pleasure…..maybe tucked away under a few short nylon nightdresses…under a slip or a nightgown…....she discovered underneath a few neatly folded silky and lacy cami’s the secret place where the girl had stashed her sanitary products
On that first visit she had been quick….it was a reconnaissance only…..
At that time she had quickly removed her outer clothes…….in her own black underwear she had selected one of the girl’s dresses….a navy blue one piece, smart, open necked… above the knee…..she had stepped into the dress…zipped it from the back…….and then inspected her reflection in the full length wall mirror…..the dress fitted her like it was her own……a pair of shoes…heels….again her size…no issues there…a nice snug fit…black low heeled office type shoes
She quickly removed the dress and shoes….in her black bra and bikini panties she returned the items as they had been before….oblivious and not caring at all that she was only partially dressed in a strangers bedroom
She had redressed quickly and quietly left the apartment….nobody would know….nobody would even suspect that she had been there
That night, she was in her safe house
A detached house, secluded, in a leafy suburb. The house had no floors, what the English call a bungalow.
It was rundown; the landlord was one of theirs. He had given her the keys, nothing else, he asked no questions. He was not to return for six months and then only to clean up….to destroy any evidence that she had never been there
The interior of the house was spartan….
She now sat in the main bedroom…it only contained a bed…a threadbare rug….a clothes rack….an old brown wooden dressing table with a mirror…an old kitchen chair
In low light she sat there…staring at her reflection…the bedroom full of shadow…..curtains drawn
There was complete silence…….nothing
She sat there….silent….her toned body, lithe and fit
The band and straps of the white bra prominent on her back…..a sheer band…U backed in shape…clasped
White panties…..full backed…High hipped…..tight on her hard rounded backside
Her reflection revealed that the bra cups where also sheer…her round brown nipples, small…. easily visible inside the white gauze like cup…..rounded luscious breasts….the bra created a deep cleavage
She stared at her reflection….her upper body….her lips coated in bright red lipstick…..the shade mainly favoured by the young woman…especially when she was at work…it was one of the girl’s spare lipsticks…nearly used up…pilfered from her bathroom….not one that she would likely miss
Her gaze shifted to three photographs taken of the girl…all distance shots…no close ups yet….
She reached for her hair….both arms now raised….the white sheer bra more prominent…sheer rear bands tight on her back….the nipples even more noticeable….she adjusted her hair, comparing it the photographs…pulling it tight…making her facial features more conspicuous…she pouted her lips….she looked sexy….foxy
She was sitting at the small, old dresser in the girls’ underwear…the panties at the front were also sheer…they matched the bra…..when she had left the girls bedroom she had taken the underclothes….this was the bra that she instantly liked…..she needed a physical link to her target…..she imagined the girl wearing them…underneath her clothes on a night out….or at work…..or just shopping
This was just the start….her assignment had begun
The next day….the underwear was back in its normal place….as if the garments had never been disturbed….heavens above that they had even been used…worn by someone other than the woman who had purchased them for her own personal use
The next day…She had waited….sat in the old Fiat car provided by the landlord…..parked across from the block of flats…..blending in with the surroundings
Eventually a taxi had arrived…from within emerged the young woman…complete in her beige air line uniform…..a tight uniform on a tight body…..she was wearing a uniform long coat against the morning chill….she was not wearing her side cap…..her hair tightly styled in a bun, pulled back high on her forehead..…she looked small from a distance…even from the car she looked petite and pretty….vulnerable and unprotected ….someone easy to subdue
The girl….lifting her flight luggage disappeared into the building
The woman in the car looked up…her head lowered at where the flat windows were located…..on the third floor
The waiting woman imagined what would soon be happening in the flat above…a flat she now knew the complete layout of
The girl would be tired…sweaty…a little dirty…she had had a long 48 hours…..
She would be stripping off her uniform….her underclothes falling away…pulling off those sweaty, clinging tights…releasing her sweaty chest from the restrictive and tight brassiere….stepping out of soiled panties
Heeled shoes discarded
Her jewellery and trinkets removed…..makeup removed with cotton wool pads
Her naked body under a hot steaming shower in that nice bathroom….her soft skin lathered in soap
Her hands rinsing thick perfumed shampoo
Afterwards her reddened naked and refreshed body would be in that white terry cloth robe that she had seen hanging inside the bathroom door
She would be in her flat….the sanctity and safety of her bedroom….selecting a fresh pair of panties to wear…unaware that another woman had just recently ran her hands through those same soft and silky undies…a stranger had taken and worn one of her bras….tried on one of her dresses…slipped foreign feet into a pair of her shoes…that this interloper had paraded in front of her full length mirror….half naked
That woman…that stranger was preparing to be her….little did she know
The woman in the car wondered if the girl had purchased any new clothing in those foreign lands…..
Well…she would find out soon enough
She spoke to herself, softly ‘I will look after them for you Darling…..and very tenderly too’
From this first humble visit….starting very slowly she had planned her transformation and the usurpation of someone else’s identity….. her future assignment had began
The woman waited patiently, taking pictures wherever possible on her cell phone…. an untraceable device, literally a burn phone….she waited outside the apartment block which was situated on a fairly busy street…..she followed the girl to work…..followed her when she had time off….
She noted that girl often frequented a café…sipping expensive coffee with her friends on and around plush sofas and chairs….the establishment was festooned with art deco…1920s and 30s….heavy on Dada type art, lots of Warhol imitations, Che Guevara and Bauhaus….. anti war, anti Fascist…..and anti Communist…..no doubt these bohemians were anti capitalist……she scoffed at these hypocritical pretensions as she noted how well dressed and healthy these people appeared to be….especially the women….they hardly represented the starving masses as they sipped their expensive lattes and nibbled on French pastries….
She always felt a thrill when the flight attendant left for a trip …….she watched the uniformed female in her beige outfit wiggle herself into the waiting taxi….
She gave the departed taxi 20 minutes……and then she made her way into the building
As her visits increased, the stays became longer…..and more extensive every time
Progressive learning ensued…at first she stood in the full mirror…wearing the girls bras and panties…noting sets….noting underwear that mixed and matched well….what went with and suited the clothes in the closet
She had recorded her voice…snatched moments on when they had been close….times like when she had laughed in the coffee shop…..ordered food….collected dry cleaning….or visited friends and relatives
At a subway tram stop she had even asked the girl direction..…pretending to be a tourist
As they briefly conversed she took in the girls eyes…her makeup…her small mouth, she had good teeth….her thin eyebrows and lashes…..they were nearly the same height…the same build and bust
The subway was hectic…people travelling to and fro….intent on reaching their individual destinations
It was loud and smelled of machinery….the overhead lighting not very good….rather dim in fact
She had watched the girl leave as she had finished asking the stranger’s questions…..the girl had thought that she had been helpful….and she had been really helpful indeed to the smartly dressed woman….the girl boarded an heavily congested tram….going to her sisters for the day
She had failed to fully notice the woman who had asked what tram went to Podolsk…a suburb to the East of the city…..
If she had not been so indifferent to the threat….and how would she know and why would she be alarmed….she had done nothing to nobody…..she may have taken a little more notice on what the woman had worn…and maybe on how she had looked
The woman hair was black….tight on her head…..in a bun
A thin face….red lipstick
A black belted mackintosh
Underneath she had worn a black miniskirt……a purple turtleneck long sleeved merino wool sweater
Her legs encased in black 60 Denier tights….good for cold and wet days…like today
Unseen by all and underneath her clothes…..black seamless hipster panties and a plain full cupped black bra
Low heeled black shoes rounded off her outfit
The woman smiled…if only the girl had recognized her own clothing when it had been paraded in front of her face….then her future trauma and dilemma may have ended quite differently
This partial transformation had taken time and care….it had been a test….the girl had failed in one important area…her lack of situational awareness….her lack of realizing that strangers could be dangerous…all important for the success of the switch
By then she had been delving well into the girl’s clothes and persona…….
She used the girl’s makeup….her shower
She had urinated in her toilet…..wiped herself with her tissue paper
Items of her jewellery were on her body…..her hair clips and her rings on the operative’s fingers….a necklace of the girl was around another’s neck and sat on her chest bone
She began liberally using her clothes…trying them on as she assumed the girl would….basing her styles on what she had seen on the girl’s body so far
She pulled on her knee length boots…ankle boots…heeled court shoes…stiletto’s….office heels, mules….ballet flats…sandals and ankle strapped shoes…the girl had lots of shoes…a multitude of pairs that matched lots of outfits…she had a good sense style, more than average for this culturally backward cesspit of a country ….no doubt picked up on her foreign travels
The woman had surmised this hypothesis when standing again in front of the mirror……admiring one of her new looks…..her hips and thighs were gorgeously embellished in a tight light grey pencil skirt that flared around her lower leg calf’s…..tight on her rounded stomach……one could discern the Vee of the turquoise green bodysuit that she wore underneath…. The bodysuit was tight over the curves of her bosom…..not a hint or trace of the black bra worn underneath….just the delicious curves of her breasts within another of the girl’s brassieres
Her feet in black…..no shoes, seamless tights, invisible under the tight skirt……her toes had no nail varnish
When the girl returned to her apartment the woman was always there…waiting in her car….watching….learning….how she walked….her gait…..how she posed her head….how she smiled….did she grimace…….she did not smile much, which made her task easier…..like most East Europeans she tended to appear grim and angry most of the time
Never once did she hear a commotion from within the building…..a howl of female outrage…a police car never pulled up outside….officers responding to a break in ……the woman covered up her nefarious activities superbly…whatever was used was returned to the exact same place and in the same order…what needed to be cleaned was clean
The girl had no idea that her intimate world had been violated….her home used by another
As her visits increased the woman became more immersed in the world of the girl she intended to replace
She noted the girls grey cotton white laced trimmed nightie….it would sit high on the thigh…..she went to the laundry basket situated in small utility room, complete with a spin dry washing machine…she opened the wicker lid and rummaged around in the dirty linen…..she found a cotton pair of white bikini panties…comfy….ideal for slumber…she inspected them….inside and out…used, but not that bad
She soon had both garments on…..jumped inside the girls bed, rolled herself in the soft white quilt and took a nap
Yes…outrageous it was….any person with a moral compass would totally agree…..but she needed to feel as the girl would….feel the same things she would
Sometimes she sat on the girls sofa, watching TV…sipping a coffee…..catching up on news, maybe one of those Latin soap operas with the excessively sexy women in tight clothing running around everyplace….she enjoyed the damsel in peril acts…..even more so when one of them escaped from a hospital or prison…as these scenes normally involved a knocked out and subsequently gagged and bound female victim….it seemed they liked that sort of thing in the Latin world….and so did she
She was normally fully dressed, trying out combinations of the girls various outfits……other times she padded around just in the girls’ underwear….but on these occasions when watching TV she was normally sporting one of the girl’s trendy outfits
She sat in skirts, slacks or jeans…she really liked the girls latex/nylon sports pants, figure hugging, almost like a second skin…..she also remembered a nice outfit, the girl had a skirt suit….short skirt, a purple shiny satin blouse…..charcoal grey sheer to waist tights….black high heeled pumps….black jacket…..and of course the woman had helped herself, hidden in a chest of draws….a set of black bikini panties and a bra…..she had sat there…..sat under her legs…caressing the nylon that encased those same slender legs…..kneading her breasts like they were dough….feeling the girls bra on her breasts…another hand between her legs…stroking her panties gusset under the soft grey mesh……wonderful….so wonderful that the panties and tights had to be laundered after their unsolicited and secret use
However, time was moving on …….she had been doing this routine for months
Her hair was cut in the style of the girl…..outside the apartment and safe house she now wore a good wig that was in her old style….longer black hair in light waves…a little full, a little wild
In the next 48 hours the switch would be made
Close to that day, it was one of the spare uniforms that was nearly her undoing….
She stayed too long in the girls flat….. Immersed in her private perversion of wearing another woman’s clothes…..helping herself to another female’s persona……she was getting good at looking and moving like her target
After in-depth research into the girls clothing…she had kept the girls uniform for testing until nearly the last….after all, it was her uniform that she intended to steal from her luscious little body….the girl had been issued three….when she wore one…another two were spare in her closet….a separate closet too…..she had kept her work clothes and accessories separate from her everyday attire
The closet was very neat and organised….
On neat clothes hangers……
The uniform skirts and short, there were five almost sheer short sleeved boat neck blouses…..short to waist trimmed beige coloured tunics
The top shelf displayed spare pillbox hats……side caps really…sporting the airline logo
On the closet floor were four pairs of identical cream coloured patent high heeled court shoes…..
The closet….had built in on the left hand side numerous compartments….within theses draws…one each stored items of underwear and accessories required for a female flight attendant to be just that
One for nude coloured bras
One for nude coloured panties
Another contained light tan tights…very sheer to waist…..a low numbered denier….expensive
There were three unopened packets of brand new tights in there
Another draw contained doe skinned cream gloves…air line neck scarfs
Another hair clips, bands and so forth
And there she was that day, standing in the bedroom mirror……
Fully dressed a s flight attendant……standing at attention…..and then sticking her ass out….leg arched
A short skimpy cream coloured skirt….legs in tan coloured hose….a light sheen on her legs…..high heeled court shoes
She arched her back….pushing her chest forward….the flared wide collared tunic open……she could discern the nude coloured bra cups underneath the light sheer blouse…..
The neck scarf tied around her slim neck…..the red lip stick and dark eyes
Her hair tied tight…clipped and turned into a tight bun…..high on the forehead….pencil thin highbrows…..the uniform cap at a jaunty angle
A colour photograph hung by cello tape on the glass…..the image stared back
The girl dressed the same way….looking the same as the person who now paraded in front of her closet mirror….someone wearing her other spare uniform items….and her spare undies
While this profanity was occurring the real flight attendant was currently hundreds of miles away….unaware that her intimate world was being violated….unaware that her identity was at risk….the strange and dangerous woman standing in her bedroom…wearing her clothes…dressed exactly as she was…at this same time, yet in a different place…..when she had smiled serving drinks at 20 000 feet another woman in her bedroom had been slipping on her bra and panties….peeling on her tights…..slipping feet into her shoes and squeezing into her uniform….
The woman desecrating the bedroom was happy with herself and her reflection
Her reflection was nearly 95% of that displayed on the photograph…..
She placed her hands on her hips…..legs crossed…..sexy too
Her nails, fingers and toes now sported a red nail varnish……the same that was on her victim
She had followed the girl to a local swimming pool….in her black one piece was an excellent swimmer
But that was not was what she was after…..her goal was achieved…..the girls toe nails were red…..and where red every time she went swimming
She had lost track of time……by now she should well away from the flat
But she had liked the feel of the uniform…it suited her good looks
And then there was a loud bang outside….metal on metal…a pause and then shouting from the street outside….she quickly left the bedroom…..it a short time she was in the living room…..she eased back the closed drapes and looked down into the street below
Two cars had collided …..Buckled fenders and smoke……the drivers were loudly arguing….her red nails held the drape…..the police would arrive soon….time to leave……she was late as it was
She made to move…..back to the bedroom to undress and place all the garments back to where they were supposed to be
She stopped again….shit
It was the boyfriend….he was supposed to be at work, when his girlfriend was out of town he never came to the flat he was normally chasing skirt from within his workplace
He was walking fast….she would never have time to change
Her head started to fill with solutions on how to hide and then move a body…..
Again…...something happened…a reprieve…maybe for him at least
He was stopped…..a driver was asking him something and pointing…..they was arguing……she thought maybe the driver was a witness…..it looked intense……a crowd was starting to gather……this was the delay she needed
She speedily went back to the bedroom and quickly began to undress
Has carefully as possible she placed the uniform items back in the closet……exactly were they had been before
Pillbox hat…..followed by the neck scarf
Tunic back on the rack…she brushed it quickly
She unzipped the skirt and stepped out it……no creases
The court shoes back in place
She released the button at the base of her neck…….the blouse became loose…she took off the flimsy garment and hung it with others….it hung there looking no different
She stood there in tights, panties and bra….tan hose and nude undies…..the panties were high hip, full on the rear…..no VPL when worn with the skirt……bra was plain cupped with a large band…U shaped
Time….surely he must be on his way
She closed the closet…..
On the bed were her real clothes…..
She pulled on over her head the navy blue T shirt…V necked
Pulled on her jeans and buttoned them up…..tights still on underneath
This was going to be close…..she put on her short leather jacket
She found her black sneakers…..
Her shoulder bag……she snatched the girl in uniform photograph from the closet mirror and stuffed it into the bag…….she vacated the bedroom
She had just left the flat….the door lock clicked…she moved position as if leaving the flat next door….the boyfriend…a very arty and nerdy looking sort , complete with spectacles and goatee…..just turned the corridor from the stairwell
They made eye contact ‘Hi’ she said
‘Hello….’he looked flustered ‘The elevator is out…again’
‘Thanks…and typical’ she walked on by
He was looking for a key in his jacket ‘You’re new here right’, looking over his shoulder
He was looking at her now, taking her in, like the love rat he was…..good looking…..great body and tits…..in fact she looked sort of familiar
‘Hey’ he pointed, and clicked his fingers; self assured bastard ‘You look a lot like my girlfriend….she lives here’….pointing to the door she had just left
She tried to change the subject ‘What was all that noise about outside’
‘Oh that…two idiots who can’t drive…tried to get me involved’ he squinted and smiled ‘God, you don’t half look like her…maybe sisters’
‘I just moved in…I don’t know anybody…especially from across the hall….until now I have not seen anybody leave or enter’ she said
‘Maybe’ he complained ‘I don’t see her much, she’s always working’
‘Office’ she wanted to get away
‘Nope’ still smiling ‘She’s in Airlines…a trolley dolly’
‘That doesn’t sound a nice way to describe a girlfriend’ she decided to play the insulted fellow female
‘Bye’ she said and haughtily went on her business
‘See Ya’ as he watched her depart….key in the lock
He was looking at her ass in those tight jeans…..
Good God, she looked like Oksana though, those red lips and tight hair….same eyes, shape, everything
Not for one moment thinking that this good looking woman….a lookalike of someone he new intimately …… who was rushing off from the flat opposite, towards the stairs..…was wearing his girlfriend’s panties, tights and bra underneath those tight jeans and T shirt
Which unknown to him right now would result in accusations that would have an impact to his reputation as a man….and not in the too far in the future either?
It had been a close run thing….back in the old Fiat outside and on the street…she had gritted her teeth and swore aloud…..she remembered that she had left her own black underwear in the bedroom….her feet had probably shifted the garments under the double bed….she looked up at the flat….lights were on…..too late now…..this would be her last visit….the switch would happen on the girls next run
For months…when the young woman was at work, jetting around Europe…the woman had entered the unsuspecting girls home….always at a time when the annoying boyfriend was also at his sister’s or mothers abode….no doubt free loading off the goodwill those people as well
The flat was modest but smart and clean….the girls bathroom was like wise small but clean and smartly outfitted….she had checked and used the girl’s cosmetics…a large mirror with a built in surround light made the task easy….she only used a little…never enough for the girl to notice upon her return…..she studied what the girl used on herself…noting the brands, the shades and colours…the perfume the girl wore, what deodorant she sprayed under her arms…..what soap she used in her shower….what shampoo she used on her hair…..purchasing the same items herself later…..only and always using them herself from that moment on
The woman was a deep cover operative….an infiltrator….an assassin, an intelligence gatherer….an agent provocateur…….she assumed identities….she did so for her country…..the reason why was never asked, never contemplated…….she just obeyed, and was very successful and expert at it.
Her skills were almost chameleon like…she studied her prey…learnt their mannerisms, their tastes…assumed their looks….their voices…and temporarily assumed their personality and individual lives…..she was an adroit mimic…her skills where uncanny….and sometimes lethal…..discovered in childhood……raised by the state….trained by the state….and used by the state…..her skills were almost unique
A woman’s unique character, personality and individuality is generally dictated by what they choose to wear….formally and informally….the absent, innocent and unsuspecting young woman was no exception to the rule
The flat was silent…….but from outside one could discern the noise of vehicle traffic…...she paused…cocked her head…no noise from the apartments above and below….not surprising, it was the working hours of the day where most people were making their way in the world
The woman naturally gravitated to the main bedroom….she stood outside for the moment, the girl had left the door open….this was the inner sanctum, a private place…..eventually she strolled inside, this is where she could discover who the young woman really was…..she had begun by thoroughly perusing the contents of the young woman’s wardrobe….it was a must…she had to get the feel of the female that she had been tasked to replace….without hesitation she had opened doors and slid open draws
She casually examined the various articles of women’s clothing hanging inside the girl’s closets..….at first just looking, sometimes sliding them along rails
She began by checking sizes and styles, she had read and memorized a file, long ago destroyed.
All these garments should fit her…but a professional she was….thorough to the last…..some of the folded and hanging garments would have to be worn by her…..checked for sizing, especially the uniform vital for the plan …the uniform fitting her as if it where her own was fundamental to success..…the civilian clothes were superficial to the mission, they provided an idea of who the girl was as a person, that was all…..which aided her masquerade…..the longer she immersed herself in a persona….the more she delved into who that person was….on all of what that person may be….she would not be this girl for long, unlike previous females she had been assigned…….but she had time with this one…..she planned for all emergencies, like the professional she was……the girls other clothing had no direct outcome for the mission….except she liked too…she enjoyed wearing another woman’s clothes……she enjoyed dressing like them, looking like them….unless it was an emergency, she trained for a role like an actress, this comparison was closer to the truth in what she actually was….and if need be…a lethally trained and experienced actress at that…all the clothes she removed…all that touched her skin would be expertly returned and would appear to be undisturbed…..with no evidence of tampering
The girls flat was mainly an advertisement for IKEA…..cheap, bright, modern and smart
Likewise was her bedroom
On that first visit she had lain on the girls double bed…..upon the soft white quilt, her shoes off, her own nylon sheathed toes wiggling…staring at the white ceiling….her head on the used white fluffy pillows…..the pillows smelt of the girls perfume….her scent….the woman was tracking her prey…..eventually she raised herself from the bed and lifted the quilt….she inspected the mattress cover…she sniffed….a musty smell assailed her nostrils…..sex….the girl had recently copulated on the bed and within the bedclothes…..she imagined the sweaty, entwined bodies writhing in pleasure…..the moans…searching tongues….the pumping limbs….her raised long legs gripping his lower back….the gasp of orgasm
She began to be aroused herself
Her lurid and vivid imagination depicted scenes of sexual fantasy…..as if she herself had taken part
Once sexually aroused her curiosity naturally gravitated over to a set of draws…..a dressing table with a mirror on top…..small mirror…..a place to check an appearance, a last stop, she concluded that it was in the bathroom that the girl always made up her face ready for the day…she imagined the girl just in her skimpy panties, braless….applying lipstick…a small brushing of her face…puckering and smoothing her lips looking at her own gorgeous reflection….her nipples pert and erect
She reached for a hairbrush….oval in shape, large, black and plastic……she looked at her reflection….it was her own……not the girl….yet!
She gently brushed her hair….at the moment, black, above the shoulder, wavy, over her ears…..not in the style of the target….maybe a wig, or a restyling was necessary…she used the girls brush, gentle sweeps…always thinking……yes…she would need to straighten and cut
The small table littered with the bric a brac that a woman used in her daily life….she fingered a tortoiseshell hair clip
The hairbrush was placed back in the exact place from where it had been lifted……..
She reached lower under the table……her heart fluttering a little…..her breathing a little strained
Her fingers found a small ring handle….her hand gently pulling back……the bedroom’s silence broken by the sound of wood sliding on wood
As expected, within a dresser or linen closet, items of the absent girl’s underwear came into view….the woman’s hands gently touched the intimate soft fabrics…..no rush….no rummaging or rough handling of these satin and silks…..to her this was her secret pleasure….to be enjoyed
Her breathing slowed….her vision narrowed……she always relished this part of the job
The intimate apparel of another woman…..a private space where only that woman would and should visit…..no one else…...it was the ultimate violation….after this there would be no secrets between them
Placing her hands into places they were not supposed to be….her fingers inside garments that had caressed the skin of another woman……in places where only the woman who had purchased them and maybe lovers had been fortunate to see…or too touch
She inspected the draws one by one…taking her time
The Girls tastes in underwear where mostly of foreign brands,no doubt purchased on her flying trips abroad…British made Bra’s…..Spanish and German panties…..Italian nylons she seemed to favour the most…..Italian was good, very good…the operative herself favoured Italian underwear, nodding in appreciation at the sight of an ‘Intimissimi’ label attached to one of the girls brassieres…..stockings and tights of all shades…….a few slips, half slips at that, camisoles…..she noted that the intimate garments where not lacy or frilly affairs….straight cut, seamless……bras and panties of a neat and trim and cut….modern and practical….maybe the odd bow for affect….maybe a little sheer in places…there were no loud or ostentatious colours….just neutral shades, white, black, nude or gray….no mix of patterns, lacy trim….she noted a certain bra that she lusted to wear immediately….but no…not yet…not here
Overall she approved of the girls various choices and styles….all was of good quality…..not the underwear of a housewife or trophy type of woman….the undies where that of a modern working woman…a professional…yet still sexy in their simplicity
She noted the absence of any sex toys hidden within the draws….the normal space a woman would keep such an article of intimate pleasure…..maybe tucked away under a few short nylon nightdresses…under a slip or a nightgown…....she discovered underneath a few neatly folded silky and lacy cami’s the secret place where the girl had stashed her sanitary products
On that first visit she had been quick….it was a reconnaissance only…..
At that time she had quickly removed her outer clothes…….in her own black underwear she had selected one of the girl’s dresses….a navy blue one piece, smart, open necked… above the knee…..she had stepped into the dress…zipped it from the back…….and then inspected her reflection in the full length wall mirror…..the dress fitted her like it was her own……a pair of shoes…heels….again her size…no issues there…a nice snug fit…black low heeled office type shoes
She quickly removed the dress and shoes….in her black bra and bikini panties she returned the items as they had been before….oblivious and not caring at all that she was only partially dressed in a strangers bedroom
She had redressed quickly and quietly left the apartment….nobody would know….nobody would even suspect that she had been there
That night, she was in her safe house
A detached house, secluded, in a leafy suburb. The house had no floors, what the English call a bungalow.
It was rundown; the landlord was one of theirs. He had given her the keys, nothing else, he asked no questions. He was not to return for six months and then only to clean up….to destroy any evidence that she had never been there
The interior of the house was spartan….
She now sat in the main bedroom…it only contained a bed…a threadbare rug….a clothes rack….an old brown wooden dressing table with a mirror…an old kitchen chair
In low light she sat there…staring at her reflection…the bedroom full of shadow…..curtains drawn
There was complete silence…….nothing
She sat there….silent….her toned body, lithe and fit
The band and straps of the white bra prominent on her back…..a sheer band…U backed in shape…clasped
White panties…..full backed…High hipped…..tight on her hard rounded backside
Her reflection revealed that the bra cups where also sheer…her round brown nipples, small…. easily visible inside the white gauze like cup…..rounded luscious breasts….the bra created a deep cleavage
She stared at her reflection….her upper body….her lips coated in bright red lipstick…..the shade mainly favoured by the young woman…especially when she was at work…it was one of the girl’s spare lipsticks…nearly used up…pilfered from her bathroom….not one that she would likely miss
Her gaze shifted to three photographs taken of the girl…all distance shots…no close ups yet….
She reached for her hair….both arms now raised….the white sheer bra more prominent…sheer rear bands tight on her back….the nipples even more noticeable….she adjusted her hair, comparing it the photographs…pulling it tight…making her facial features more conspicuous…she pouted her lips….she looked sexy….foxy
She was sitting at the small, old dresser in the girls’ underwear…the panties at the front were also sheer…they matched the bra…..when she had left the girls bedroom she had taken the underclothes….this was the bra that she instantly liked…..she needed a physical link to her target…..she imagined the girl wearing them…underneath her clothes on a night out….or at work…..or just shopping
This was just the start….her assignment had begun
The next day….the underwear was back in its normal place….as if the garments had never been disturbed….heavens above that they had even been used…worn by someone other than the woman who had purchased them for her own personal use
The next day…She had waited….sat in the old Fiat car provided by the landlord…..parked across from the block of flats…..blending in with the surroundings
Eventually a taxi had arrived…from within emerged the young woman…complete in her beige air line uniform…..a tight uniform on a tight body…..she was wearing a uniform long coat against the morning chill….she was not wearing her side cap…..her hair tightly styled in a bun, pulled back high on her forehead..…she looked small from a distance…even from the car she looked petite and pretty….vulnerable and unprotected ….someone easy to subdue
The girl….lifting her flight luggage disappeared into the building
The woman in the car looked up…her head lowered at where the flat windows were located…..on the third floor
The waiting woman imagined what would soon be happening in the flat above…a flat she now knew the complete layout of
The girl would be tired…sweaty…a little dirty…she had had a long 48 hours…..
She would be stripping off her uniform….her underclothes falling away…pulling off those sweaty, clinging tights…releasing her sweaty chest from the restrictive and tight brassiere….stepping out of soiled panties
Heeled shoes discarded
Her jewellery and trinkets removed…..makeup removed with cotton wool pads
Her naked body under a hot steaming shower in that nice bathroom….her soft skin lathered in soap
Her hands rinsing thick perfumed shampoo
Afterwards her reddened naked and refreshed body would be in that white terry cloth robe that she had seen hanging inside the bathroom door
She would be in her flat….the sanctity and safety of her bedroom….selecting a fresh pair of panties to wear…unaware that another woman had just recently ran her hands through those same soft and silky undies…a stranger had taken and worn one of her bras….tried on one of her dresses…slipped foreign feet into a pair of her shoes…that this interloper had paraded in front of her full length mirror….half naked
That woman…that stranger was preparing to be her….little did she know
The woman in the car wondered if the girl had purchased any new clothing in those foreign lands…..
Well…she would find out soon enough
She spoke to herself, softly ‘I will look after them for you Darling…..and very tenderly too’
From this first humble visit….starting very slowly she had planned her transformation and the usurpation of someone else’s identity….. her future assignment had began
The woman waited patiently, taking pictures wherever possible on her cell phone…. an untraceable device, literally a burn phone….she waited outside the apartment block which was situated on a fairly busy street…..she followed the girl to work…..followed her when she had time off….
She noted that girl often frequented a café…sipping expensive coffee with her friends on and around plush sofas and chairs….the establishment was festooned with art deco…1920s and 30s….heavy on Dada type art, lots of Warhol imitations, Che Guevara and Bauhaus….. anti war, anti Fascist…..and anti Communist…..no doubt these bohemians were anti capitalist……she scoffed at these hypocritical pretensions as she noted how well dressed and healthy these people appeared to be….especially the women….they hardly represented the starving masses as they sipped their expensive lattes and nibbled on French pastries….
She always felt a thrill when the flight attendant left for a trip …….she watched the uniformed female in her beige outfit wiggle herself into the waiting taxi….
She gave the departed taxi 20 minutes……and then she made her way into the building
As her visits increased, the stays became longer…..and more extensive every time
Progressive learning ensued…at first she stood in the full mirror…wearing the girls bras and panties…noting sets….noting underwear that mixed and matched well….what went with and suited the clothes in the closet
She had recorded her voice…snatched moments on when they had been close….times like when she had laughed in the coffee shop…..ordered food….collected dry cleaning….or visited friends and relatives
At a subway tram stop she had even asked the girl direction..…pretending to be a tourist
As they briefly conversed she took in the girls eyes…her makeup…her small mouth, she had good teeth….her thin eyebrows and lashes…..they were nearly the same height…the same build and bust
The subway was hectic…people travelling to and fro….intent on reaching their individual destinations
It was loud and smelled of machinery….the overhead lighting not very good….rather dim in fact
She had watched the girl leave as she had finished asking the stranger’s questions…..the girl had thought that she had been helpful….and she had been really helpful indeed to the smartly dressed woman….the girl boarded an heavily congested tram….going to her sisters for the day
She had failed to fully notice the woman who had asked what tram went to Podolsk…a suburb to the East of the city…..
If she had not been so indifferent to the threat….and how would she know and why would she be alarmed….she had done nothing to nobody…..she may have taken a little more notice on what the woman had worn…and maybe on how she had looked
The woman hair was black….tight on her head…..in a bun
A thin face….red lipstick
A black belted mackintosh
Underneath she had worn a black miniskirt……a purple turtleneck long sleeved merino wool sweater
Her legs encased in black 60 Denier tights….good for cold and wet days…like today
Unseen by all and underneath her clothes…..black seamless hipster panties and a plain full cupped black bra
Low heeled black shoes rounded off her outfit
The woman smiled…if only the girl had recognized her own clothing when it had been paraded in front of her face….then her future trauma and dilemma may have ended quite differently
This partial transformation had taken time and care….it had been a test….the girl had failed in one important area…her lack of situational awareness….her lack of realizing that strangers could be dangerous…all important for the success of the switch
By then she had been delving well into the girl’s clothes and persona…….
She used the girl’s makeup….her shower
She had urinated in her toilet…..wiped herself with her tissue paper
Items of her jewellery were on her body…..her hair clips and her rings on the operative’s fingers….a necklace of the girl was around another’s neck and sat on her chest bone
She began liberally using her clothes…trying them on as she assumed the girl would….basing her styles on what she had seen on the girl’s body so far
She pulled on her knee length boots…ankle boots…heeled court shoes…stiletto’s….office heels, mules….ballet flats…sandals and ankle strapped shoes…the girl had lots of shoes…a multitude of pairs that matched lots of outfits…she had a good sense style, more than average for this culturally backward cesspit of a country ….no doubt picked up on her foreign travels
The woman had surmised this hypothesis when standing again in front of the mirror……admiring one of her new looks…..her hips and thighs were gorgeously embellished in a tight light grey pencil skirt that flared around her lower leg calf’s…..tight on her rounded stomach……one could discern the Vee of the turquoise green bodysuit that she wore underneath…. The bodysuit was tight over the curves of her bosom…..not a hint or trace of the black bra worn underneath….just the delicious curves of her breasts within another of the girl’s brassieres
Her feet in black…..no shoes, seamless tights, invisible under the tight skirt……her toes had no nail varnish
When the girl returned to her apartment the woman was always there…waiting in her car….watching….learning….how she walked….her gait…..how she posed her head….how she smiled….did she grimace…….she did not smile much, which made her task easier…..like most East Europeans she tended to appear grim and angry most of the time
Never once did she hear a commotion from within the building…..a howl of female outrage…a police car never pulled up outside….officers responding to a break in ……the woman covered up her nefarious activities superbly…whatever was used was returned to the exact same place and in the same order…what needed to be cleaned was clean
The girl had no idea that her intimate world had been violated….her home used by another
As her visits increased the woman became more immersed in the world of the girl she intended to replace
She noted the girls grey cotton white laced trimmed nightie….it would sit high on the thigh…..she went to the laundry basket situated in small utility room, complete with a spin dry washing machine…she opened the wicker lid and rummaged around in the dirty linen…..she found a cotton pair of white bikini panties…comfy….ideal for slumber…she inspected them….inside and out…used, but not that bad
She soon had both garments on…..jumped inside the girls bed, rolled herself in the soft white quilt and took a nap
Yes…outrageous it was….any person with a moral compass would totally agree…..but she needed to feel as the girl would….feel the same things she would
Sometimes she sat on the girls sofa, watching TV…sipping a coffee…..catching up on news, maybe one of those Latin soap operas with the excessively sexy women in tight clothing running around everyplace….she enjoyed the damsel in peril acts…..even more so when one of them escaped from a hospital or prison…as these scenes normally involved a knocked out and subsequently gagged and bound female victim….it seemed they liked that sort of thing in the Latin world….and so did she
She was normally fully dressed, trying out combinations of the girls various outfits……other times she padded around just in the girls’ underwear….but on these occasions when watching TV she was normally sporting one of the girl’s trendy outfits
She sat in skirts, slacks or jeans…she really liked the girls latex/nylon sports pants, figure hugging, almost like a second skin…..she also remembered a nice outfit, the girl had a skirt suit….short skirt, a purple shiny satin blouse…..charcoal grey sheer to waist tights….black high heeled pumps….black jacket…..and of course the woman had helped herself, hidden in a chest of draws….a set of black bikini panties and a bra…..she had sat there…..sat under her legs…caressing the nylon that encased those same slender legs…..kneading her breasts like they were dough….feeling the girls bra on her breasts…another hand between her legs…stroking her panties gusset under the soft grey mesh……wonderful….so wonderful that the panties and tights had to be laundered after their unsolicited and secret use
However, time was moving on …….she had been doing this routine for months
Her hair was cut in the style of the girl…..outside the apartment and safe house she now wore a good wig that was in her old style….longer black hair in light waves…a little full, a little wild
In the next 48 hours the switch would be made
Close to that day, it was one of the spare uniforms that was nearly her undoing….
She stayed too long in the girls flat….. Immersed in her private perversion of wearing another woman’s clothes…..helping herself to another female’s persona……she was getting good at looking and moving like her target
After in-depth research into the girls clothing…she had kept the girls uniform for testing until nearly the last….after all, it was her uniform that she intended to steal from her luscious little body….the girl had been issued three….when she wore one…another two were spare in her closet….a separate closet too…..she had kept her work clothes and accessories separate from her everyday attire
The closet was very neat and organised….
On neat clothes hangers……
The uniform skirts and short, there were five almost sheer short sleeved boat neck blouses…..short to waist trimmed beige coloured tunics
The top shelf displayed spare pillbox hats……side caps really…sporting the airline logo
On the closet floor were four pairs of identical cream coloured patent high heeled court shoes…..
The closet….had built in on the left hand side numerous compartments….within theses draws…one each stored items of underwear and accessories required for a female flight attendant to be just that
One for nude coloured bras
One for nude coloured panties
Another contained light tan tights…very sheer to waist…..a low numbered denier….expensive
There were three unopened packets of brand new tights in there
Another draw contained doe skinned cream gloves…air line neck scarfs
Another hair clips, bands and so forth
And there she was that day, standing in the bedroom mirror……
Fully dressed a s flight attendant……standing at attention…..and then sticking her ass out….leg arched
A short skimpy cream coloured skirt….legs in tan coloured hose….a light sheen on her legs…..high heeled court shoes
She arched her back….pushing her chest forward….the flared wide collared tunic open……she could discern the nude coloured bra cups underneath the light sheer blouse…..
The neck scarf tied around her slim neck…..the red lip stick and dark eyes
Her hair tied tight…clipped and turned into a tight bun…..high on the forehead….pencil thin highbrows…..the uniform cap at a jaunty angle
A colour photograph hung by cello tape on the glass…..the image stared back
The girl dressed the same way….looking the same as the person who now paraded in front of her closet mirror….someone wearing her other spare uniform items….and her spare undies
While this profanity was occurring the real flight attendant was currently hundreds of miles away….unaware that her intimate world was being violated….unaware that her identity was at risk….the strange and dangerous woman standing in her bedroom…wearing her clothes…dressed exactly as she was…at this same time, yet in a different place…..when she had smiled serving drinks at 20 000 feet another woman in her bedroom had been slipping on her bra and panties….peeling on her tights…..slipping feet into her shoes and squeezing into her uniform….
The woman desecrating the bedroom was happy with herself and her reflection
Her reflection was nearly 95% of that displayed on the photograph…..
She placed her hands on her hips…..legs crossed…..sexy too
Her nails, fingers and toes now sported a red nail varnish……the same that was on her victim
She had followed the girl to a local swimming pool….in her black one piece was an excellent swimmer
But that was not was what she was after…..her goal was achieved…..the girls toe nails were red…..and where red every time she went swimming
She had lost track of time……by now she should well away from the flat
But she had liked the feel of the uniform…it suited her good looks
And then there was a loud bang outside….metal on metal…a pause and then shouting from the street outside….she quickly left the bedroom…..it a short time she was in the living room…..she eased back the closed drapes and looked down into the street below
Two cars had collided …..Buckled fenders and smoke……the drivers were loudly arguing….her red nails held the drape…..the police would arrive soon….time to leave……she was late as it was
She made to move…..back to the bedroom to undress and place all the garments back to where they were supposed to be
She stopped again….shit
It was the boyfriend….he was supposed to be at work, when his girlfriend was out of town he never came to the flat he was normally chasing skirt from within his workplace
He was walking fast….she would never have time to change
Her head started to fill with solutions on how to hide and then move a body…..
Again…...something happened…a reprieve…maybe for him at least
He was stopped…..a driver was asking him something and pointing…..they was arguing……she thought maybe the driver was a witness…..it looked intense……a crowd was starting to gather……this was the delay she needed
She speedily went back to the bedroom and quickly began to undress
Has carefully as possible she placed the uniform items back in the closet……exactly were they had been before
Pillbox hat…..followed by the neck scarf
Tunic back on the rack…she brushed it quickly
She unzipped the skirt and stepped out it……no creases
The court shoes back in place
She released the button at the base of her neck…….the blouse became loose…she took off the flimsy garment and hung it with others….it hung there looking no different
She stood there in tights, panties and bra….tan hose and nude undies…..the panties were high hip, full on the rear…..no VPL when worn with the skirt……bra was plain cupped with a large band…U shaped
Time….surely he must be on his way
She closed the closet…..
On the bed were her real clothes…..
She pulled on over her head the navy blue T shirt…V necked
Pulled on her jeans and buttoned them up…..tights still on underneath
This was going to be close…..she put on her short leather jacket
She found her black sneakers…..
Her shoulder bag……she snatched the girl in uniform photograph from the closet mirror and stuffed it into the bag…….she vacated the bedroom
She had just left the flat….the door lock clicked…she moved position as if leaving the flat next door….the boyfriend…a very arty and nerdy looking sort , complete with spectacles and goatee…..just turned the corridor from the stairwell
They made eye contact ‘Hi’ she said
‘Hello….’he looked flustered ‘The elevator is out…again’
‘Thanks…and typical’ she walked on by
He was looking for a key in his jacket ‘You’re new here right’, looking over his shoulder
He was looking at her now, taking her in, like the love rat he was…..good looking…..great body and tits…..in fact she looked sort of familiar
‘Hey’ he pointed, and clicked his fingers; self assured bastard ‘You look a lot like my girlfriend….she lives here’….pointing to the door she had just left
She tried to change the subject ‘What was all that noise about outside’
‘Oh that…two idiots who can’t drive…tried to get me involved’ he squinted and smiled ‘God, you don’t half look like her…maybe sisters’
‘I just moved in…I don’t know anybody…especially from across the hall….until now I have not seen anybody leave or enter’ she said
‘Maybe’ he complained ‘I don’t see her much, she’s always working’
‘Office’ she wanted to get away
‘Nope’ still smiling ‘She’s in Airlines…a trolley dolly’
‘That doesn’t sound a nice way to describe a girlfriend’ she decided to play the insulted fellow female
‘Bye’ she said and haughtily went on her business
‘See Ya’ as he watched her depart….key in the lock
He was looking at her ass in those tight jeans…..
Good God, she looked like Oksana though, those red lips and tight hair….same eyes, shape, everything
Not for one moment thinking that this good looking woman….a lookalike of someone he new intimately …… who was rushing off from the flat opposite, towards the stairs..…was wearing his girlfriend’s panties, tights and bra underneath those tight jeans and T shirt
Which unknown to him right now would result in accusations that would have an impact to his reputation as a man….and not in the too far in the future either?
It had been a close run thing….back in the old Fiat outside and on the street…she had gritted her teeth and swore aloud…..she remembered that she had left her own black underwear in the bedroom….her feet had probably shifted the garments under the double bed….she looked up at the flat….lights were on…..too late now…..this would be her last visit….the switch would happen on the girls next run
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
PRESENT – AIRPORT DEPARTURE TERMINAL
So this was it, after months of preparation …her target……Ms Oksana Bakay……20 years old…..single….just starting out in the airline…..not a big known face around the Ruritanian Airline world….not yet anyway….but after this trip her profile would have a little more hits on the ‘Like ‘button……
She watched the girl straighten her jacket…adjust her short skirt….it kept riding up, showing a little too much thigh…she would have mocked her attempts at decorum…but if all went well she was soon going to have the same problem …she wondered if that was one of the uniforms she had already tried on….in her left hand the young flight attendant held a flight bag…..dark brown and leather…almost like a small case…..the girl walked towards the glass doors….heels clicking away…..hips swinging….ass pumping up and down in her stride….like all females who dress well
This is it…..she stubbed out the cigarette…..she followed the unsuspecting girl
The interior of the Departure Terminal was the usual fare……large elevated TV monitors displayed departing destinations…it was bright….light and chrome…a new affair no doubt paid for by EU grant money, or bribe money more like…..people lined up in front of various check in desks….being served by the painted ladies…not many were closed, it was a busy morning…..security was present, but not that much concerned in what they were doing….good…it was easy to get lost in a crowd…children cried….that was even more distracting….the hustle and bustle was good cover
What was even more distracting for the woman in black was Oksana’s young pert ass in that short skirt…..striding along…..it was very distracting as she followed her…..especially as she had already worn nearly everything she had owned…….the girl up front had no inkling about that
She was heading for a discreet service area marked ‘Flight Crew Security’……to her left where 3 service elevators….tucked behind a coffee concession and some rest rooms…..again out of the way of the general melee of the departure terminal…loud announcements came over the PA system……very retro….an airport caught between two worlds…...she would not allow the flight attendant to get to close to the main security post…..now was the time for an introduction….
‘Ms Bakay……excuse me for one moment’ she said in an authoritative voice.
The young and shapely Flight Attendant turned around….a confused look…..my my …..she was quite beautiful…and that figure…..those clothes…..her mouth became dry.
‘State Security…SBU……We need your cooperation in a certain matter’
The girl looked at first confused the alarmed ‘I have done nothing …I work…’
‘Yes Yes Ms Bakay’ emphasizing the fact that she knew her name….and to keep her off balance….. keep her moving ‘You are not in any trouble…Yet..’
‘But why…I will be late…Why!’ confused concern in those small dark eyes
She reached in her jacket and flipped a wallet that displayed a metal badge and a crude photo….it was a forgery of course
‘It is regarding someone you are well acquainted with …a certain man named Leon’ she left the statement hang in the air
She saw the effect the name had on the flight attendant….she saw the hesitation….the doubt…..the guilt
The bogus agent kept guiding
‘This way please’ and both of them walked towards the elevators
‘I hope I am not being detained…I have a flight to catch…Livonia…..LIV244…it departs in 2 hours’ her voice sounding articulate….learned….yet the woman in black new that she was from a village 30 Km from the capitol…a Mushik…..a peasant girl really.
The girl was panicked….that fucking Leon, the pervert
Her Ex boyfriend
Him and his fucking smuggling activities…..it wasn’t drugs he was normally into….high end clothing mainly, designer labels….maybe some modern art….and not paying any taxes….
She hoped to fuck he hadn’t resorted to drugs
Her delicate hands trembled a little…..this woman was from state security
Oksana looked around…she saw no one she knew…..the security station was further away…she knew some of them
Too late though
The woman in black produced card key…swiped the card and pressed a button set into the wall…way to go again the Fat Turk she thought……and to her relief a car came almost at once…..no one was inside the elevator
‘Please’ she indicted for Oksana to step inside first…she did….hold habits die hard…..for all their new found EU trappings….obeying authority …state security …..It came to these pigs naturally…..and so it should.
In the car she distracted the girl ‘watch your feet on those metal bits’ indicating protruding metal clips that helped guide wheeled containers …’you do not want to damage those lovely shoes…do you….must have cost a fortune’
Oksana look down at her legs and nodded….as she did so….the woman in black pressed a button for the lowest level.
The car moved…keep her talking
Oksana said ‘Where are we going’
The bogus agent smiled ‘We have an office underground for just this sort of thing….very discreet’
The pretty girl gave a quizzical look
‘We need your help in a rather delicate matter’
Oksana had been thinking…..and thinking fast…..what could it be that they were after…the fucking cops….state security….what would the SBU want with her…she was nervous and now a little moist under the arms
Then she had an idea…or maybe they were not after her….that creep Artem….or his nickname…. that made up name of Leon….Fucking pretentious prick….pretending he was French
‘It’s not my ex boyfriend is it …Artem Vann…Brasov University ….’ She was eager to spill the beans ‘ He had that stupid made up name Leon….pretending that he was French, like that movie…all cool……I threw him out a few days ago’
‘Why’ keep her talking
‘When I was away flying…things went missing….things moved’ Oksana looked away…embarrassed
‘What money….Electronics…jewellery’ the woman knowing the answer already…enjoyed toying with the nervous young woman
Silence….the elevator kept going down….a long way
‘Come on ….tell me’ persisted the woman in a harsh Police type way
Ms Bakay…the petite darling spat out the words ‘When I was away I think he was wearing my clothes….all my stuff had been messed with, not by much but I could tell….a girl does you know….some of my underwear also went missing….satisfied’
The woman sighed ‘Well….you can’t pick them all…sorry’
The flight attendant bit back ‘I only like one person in my underwear…and that’s me’
The bogus agent was behind her ‘Yes, quite right…. it is a rather disgusting thought’……knowing damn well that she was at present wearing a pair of the girls missing nude panties
The woman thought …too late darling…..been there done that….you got the wrong one
A pity though…after being so careful the girl still suspected that her possessions were being tampered with………
The bogus agent again spoke ‘Well…..it is a rather unique reason for breaking up…normally it is another woman who is involved’
The girl spat out again, like the words left a bad taste in her small mouth ‘Maybe there was…..I found underwear that was not mine….under the bed’
‘Or his spare undies’ said the agent
The girl looked around, her eyes angered
‘Sorry’ said the agent ‘that was rather below the belt
Quickly she said ‘No…it’s not him who can help us’
‘Really…if it’s me then why not go through the airline’ the girl enquired ‘ and follow proper procedure’
‘Well….the Airline ‘
the elevator car pinged….the door opened…no one there
‘is part of the problem’ said the bogus agent
The woman in black took her elbow….the attendant allowed the touch and was led out….interested in what this Policewoman wanted…..if not her boyfriend…who…her sister…..her mother….her….what had she done
The elevator had opened into an underground service basement….clean but utilitarian in nature….her smart uniform stood out in contrast
‘What’s down here’ asked Oksana….looking around….no one in sight…..darker than upstairs….just the hum of machinery and industrial air conditioners…a very long corridor from left to right…...it was the powerhouse of the airport terminals.
They both walked along the corridor….the woman slightly behind the flight attendant…the woman looked around…as briefed no camera’s.
She had reconnoitred these corridors herself….she had found the perfect place to carry out her swift assault
The girl was looking around….her footfall not so sure now
The bogus agent prompted….keep her going….no time to think that something was wrong
‘We are the SBU…do you think we advertise’ said the woman in black….leading the girl along a corridor….to a door marked….Station 2B….
The woman again retrieved the key card and swiped it…the door clicked….she opened it and pushed and indicated for the girl to enter.
She did so. ‘What do you want me for’ she asked again…her voice unsure now….a little nervous….not so cocky
Ms Bakay was confused….there was nothing in the room….she looked around at the high ceiling…full of pipes and conduits ….there was a deep humming sound from the machinery above…power units and breakers were set in both walls
She did not hear the woman delve into the rucksack behind her….the noise was too loud……again…..she shouted this time ‘What do you want’ and was beginning to turn on her heel
Everything happened so fast……
Oksana began to catch on….this was not right…..she felt her petite hat being knocked off her head……she turned on a stiletto heel ’what the fuck is going on……………’she had no time to finish….her world went dark.
‘AAArrgghhh’ a loud shout that went nowhere and was quickly muffled
A hood had been thrust over her head….not a normal hood either…..it was a chloro hood…..black muslin with built in cloth pads heavily doused in chloroform …..Once over the head and down to the neck, draw strings were pulled tightly….. creating a seal….it all happened in seconds
A harsh voice shouted into the hood ‘I want your identity’…..the struggling Oksana heard the words
Oksana Bakay screamed in terror….her screams were stifled by the hood …..and the humming machinery masked any excess sound
Although the assailant was as tall as the flight attendant she was stronger….with arms around her torso she was lifting up the girl from the ground….the woman in black arched back and squeezed ‘Shush now….breath it in Dear’
She kicked off the girls stiletto heels to avoid any kicking and bruising on her own shins….stockinged feet paddled in the air…..going nowhere….kicking fast back and fore
The beige short skirt rose up…as if it could get any higher…..the girls arms were pinned….she tried to use her body to get free…..the muted wailing girl kicked her legs….soon her panties were visible, her crotch covered in filmy pantyhose….sheer to waist tights….her long legs were spread out, looking for the floor, anywhere to gain purchase and be able to push back……..the gusset of the tights likewise stretched… her panties under the hose were fully visible…..the panties were lace waist bikini in style….with a lattice front….a little bow in the middle….delicious…a nude colour under the tan hosiery…….the waistband of the tights became visible….underneath her navel showed
The girl began to sag in her arms
The woman held on tight…..aware that she was compressing the struggling girls breasts….she could feel the bra under her fingers…...her hands felt the bra cups underneath…..she was holding on tight to the girl….the hooded head thrashing back and fore….muted screams not as loud as before……she was waiting for the chloroform to take effect
Finally she felt the girl’s struggles became less and less violent as she was forced to breath in the intoxicating atmosphere within the padded hood….. less and less her struggles became……they were less animated…her leg kicking less frantic……not enough power, becoming weaker…...the hands not clawing enough at the woman’s own that held her arms in place….the screaming for help had stopped….more heavy groaning instead…her will to resist was becoming overcome by the fumes being forced through her mouth and nostrils
The bogus agent shouted at the hood ‘That underwear you found….the pants and Bra…they were mine’
There was a brief spike in the intensity of the girls struggles……as the words spoken where understood…..but the renewed struggle to be free was brief to say the least
Until finally low moans…then only silence…...then limpness…..the flight attendants unconscious body finally sagged in surrender
The bogus agent released the pressure on the girl’s body…..the girls’ skirt came down slightly….modesty was temporarily restored……a very temporary affair at that
It had worked……not keeping the girl in her flat, drugged, gagged and tied up…..it would have been easier for the agent to replace her…plenty of time to get ready..…but there would have been too many variables for discovery……someone would have found her too early into the plan…that fucking boyfriend for one….
On the way to the airport……Yes, could have worked…..the Turk driving her to a isolated farmhouse or hut….again…too many variables….third parties like the Turk…a witness of chance…..too many things unforeseen could have gone wrong
But her way had worked….inside the airport itself….the very place which had the best security…..the best place for the plan to fail if it was going to go south……at least she could attempt to hide in the crowd in any escape attempt….plenty of ladies in the airport to hijack…..steal their clothes and be gone
The little flight attendant slumped on her knees below her would not be found for hours…many hours if lucky….if not a few days…even her boyfriend was out of the equation…..her confidence…always high now exploded.
The bogus agent moved quickly….after all; she had work to do…a plane to catch….she was keen to get at those clothes she knew so well…..they were that familiar now, that they were almost her own
She lowered the hooded Ms Bakay completely to the floor…laying her out flat on her back….careful not to spoil her clothes….after all….she would be wearing them soon…..unsightly dirt and dust on a light beige uniform would attract suspicion….too many creases too…..she would not want to give the impression to any security team or colleague that she had been bushwhacked on her way for duty….heaven forbid
The woman went to the rucksack and took out a folded white sheet….stolen from an hotel and therefore untraceable….and laid it on the cold floor
She set the stiletto heel court shoes upright…..she already knew they would fit…..back in her flat she had noted that the girl liked heels…not flats….made her taller too.
Ms Oksana Bakay was then positioned into the uptight sitting position….hooded head down on her chest….the hood made her anonymous…just a body to strip down….her identity to be stolen…..her clothes to be stolen….after all….for a short duration she was to be Ms Bakay….20 years old and sexy as fuck ….she looked at the prostrate and silent flight attendant……all these months in preparation….wearing her clothes….learning who she was….imitating her…and here at last was the real thing
The agent…all business now…eager to transform and play the part that she had trained for
Her hands deftly unbuttoned the short tunic……She grabbed the subdued girl by the shoulders….The jacket was peeled off and down her sides…..the curve of a bust became more pronounced…..her delicate arms were extricated….the garment was gently laid on the sheet…..her hands then moved to the girls neck and removed the burgundy scarf…..onto the sheet it also went
The girls blouse was beige, flimsy and nearly sheer…rather square in design….a boat neck design…along the shoulders, bra straps were obvious and visible underneath……straight across the upper chest…gold necklace…looking down one could easily see the nude coloured bra cups thrusting out from her chest under the light blouse…..plain unadorned cups that supported Oksana’s ample bosom, and soon to support her own …..she placed her hands under the bra clad breasts and lifted…warm and heavy….she wanted all of this off this body and onto her own….
The woman dressed in black deftly lifted the soft blouse over the girls head……who was and would remain for a long time hooded and limp
She reached behind Bakay’s back…..large torso band, U shaped and sheer…..found the hooks and released…….Oksana’s tits fell out of the cups and gravity took over as they spread either side of her chest….large brown nipples on display..…she looped the shoulder straps over her shoulders and through sagging arms
She held up the bra…..yes, she had worn this one before, it was from the uniform closet….it was a good one
‘There Dear…..you wanted to be liberated so much….I liberated your tits from your oppressive and tyrannical capitalist made brassiere….the symbol of male dominance over women ….and that ladies in the West like to burn’ she ran a hand under the naked young breasts….her fingers were slightly damp….’Sweaty girl’ she mocked.
She looked at the bra….a label…Intimissimi…Italian….She ran her hands over the intimate female garment, the cups were plain…no lace….just a bow in between both cups….the back band was sheer….a heavy U shape ….
Half way there thought the woman….now her nether regions
She laid the girl on her bare back…….lying just in her skirt and pantyhose….legs together….her chest bare and naked…large tits splayed left and right…large round brown nipples….the nipples were now hard and pointed after being exposed to the cold air of the maintenance room
She bent over the girl and lifted up her thighs and legs……released the belt on the high wasted skirt and reached behind…..the girl’s warmth aroused her…..her fingers found a zip….the skirt became loose….she pulled it over hips and thighs and down those long legs
She licked her slightly dry lips…..the lace waist bikini panties under those sheer to waist 5 denier barely visible pantyhose looked knockout ….…not cheap either….only a thin hem line rose up from her crotch to her navel ….dissecting the seam of the pantyhose….
Very carefully they were eased from her body…..eager hands sliding the waist band over her hips….then over the young woman’s buttocks and finally rolled down those long unblemished legs…..the removed garment was like gossamer in her hand….transparent and warm….no runs or tears….she brought the garment to her nose….still clean too…..only that smell of womanhood…..she patted the prone knocked out girls stomach, her hand also touching her last remaining item of clothing….stroking the girl briefly…feeling the triangle of hair hidden underneath the lattice mesh
She stood up quickly…God, she wanted to fuck….but there was no time….thank heavens’ she never had the girl tied up in her flat…she would never have left
Back to her task in hand…..
She herself stripped off.
It did not take long…..jacket, T shirt, socks and sneakers were discarded…just thrown into the back pack…….the heavy cheap and black sports bra fell to the ground…..she stood there….tough…..just wearing those high hipped nude coloured panties, the one stolen on her last trip to the flat, when she did not have time to remove them….she kept them for this exact moment
The agent stood there over the prostrate and unconscious flight attendant….both women were nearly naked
Both braless and in nude coloured panties only….but of different designs
The agent removed her black curly wig….revealing a pink nylon wig cap that had been worn underneath
This in itself was discarded …both placed within the black back pack
The next series of events were carried out naturally and very quickly……she knew precisely how the underwear and uniform would fit…..she would wear them in the same way and style as the girl lying on the floor in just her panties
She slipped into the bra…..she looped her arms through the straps bringing the cups up to her own breasts…. …...she snapped on the hooks from behind her back…it felt good and tight on her chest….she held her breasts and pushed them up and down….sitting the flesh in the cups correctly….she felt no wetness from the previous wearer…happy again…she moved on
She bent over towards the sheet….feeling the bra dig into her back…comforting…..she picked up the soft tan translucent tights….still light and fluffy from being on the legs of their previous wearer….the agent exactly where the girl had peeled them on that same morning….probably sitting at her stool….her had reaching for them…..she had dressed herself many times at the same dresser
The agent eased her foot into the soft nylon…her toes varnished in bright red just like the unconscious girl lying, naked legs splayed apart…..she pulled the tights on and up….smoothing her legs on the way…. .over her high hip plain panties and tight ass…..the waistband snapped over her hips….she kept her balance throughout….like an artist….she wriggled her hips and pulled again….making sure there was no sag in the gusset…..
Next was the girls flight case….like any self respecting air crew Oksana Bakay would be fully equipped in the cosmetic department…..already wearing the girls tights, nude panties and bra….she began to arrange her hair and proceeded to tie it tightly in the same way as the subdued girl….the cut and colour were the same…the agent, as practiced pulled her hair taught….pinned it….twisted it into a tight bun and clipped and pinned it again…she had practiced it so many times that it was second nature…she could do it in the dark if necessary…..her hair was now the same as worn by the girl
She was already familiar with the girls choices in makeup and perfume…..she helped herself….a little vanity mirror helped…..soon lips were bright red…the same….rouge pink powder on the face,….lots of it ….gray blue mascara….eyelashes brushed….kohl around the eyes…she licked her lips….the more she mimicked Oksana in dress and style….the more she copied her….her actions became more feminine ….softer…she padded when walking, not stamping hard in stolen stockings…..
She retrieved a plastic zip tie from the back pack….she needed something final from Ms Bakay…..her jewellery.
She rolled the girl onto her front…her tits moved with gravity…..being without a bra made them wobble in all directions
Before she tightly zipped the girls hands together the agent removed Oksana’s rings and bracelet, most of which she had seen and worn before….there was nothing of the girl’s that did not fir her
There was a rough zipping sound as the tie was pulled tight
Like a cop frisking a body she removed it all…fast and with a frightening familiarity
She placed the valuables on her own fingers and wrist…..she had already rolled the unconscious girl onto her stomach….her bound hands under her naked chest….her hands in her crotch……the new Oksana Bakay reached the neck…under the chloro hood and released the gold chain resting there….it had not been broken during the struggle……she placed the chain around her own neck and fastened it…fiddly thing, they always where….eventually the locket nestled between the cups and cleavage of her new bra…..
She loosened the hoods drawstrings and reached underneath…..she felt warm moisture…wet skin……the girls hair was damp…..cheeks hot…..the new flight attendant had no wish to look…..she saw herself now as Oksana Bakay……she just wanted those cheap gold earring’s clipped to those dainty little ears…..a little fumbling…..then clipped to her own…the chloro hood rezipped…..she stood up again
She had planned to gag the girl….she had a roll of brown medical tape in the back pack….she always carried materials for doing so..….but what was the point in this case….she would be out of it for hours….with all this background noise it would be hard for anyone to hear her shouting for help anyway…..orders are orders….no deaths on this one if possible…...and suffocation with a hood and gag was always a possibility.
The rest was easy and quick……the sheer flimsy satin blouse came over her head……she adjusted the blouse right over her bra……she stepped into the high waist short skirt, tucked in the blouse….. zipped up the back and belted it tight….the blouse tucked in well….it all fitted well, as she had practiced with the girls spare uniforms in her own bedroom
She slid her nylon covered toes into the stiletto court shoes….such a cool feeling on the feet…especially after her rough socks and man like footwear……she had no mirror but could guess what the image could reveal…..a young flight attendant, pretty in her makeup….her tight uniform …..see through blouse with the delicious bra underneath…..the short skirt tight on her ass….those long stockinged legs….she reached down for the tunic…everything became tighter…..juicy…..hard to keep your hands off……lastly the side cap….old German style….she brushed off a little dust from its fall….otherwise it was not the worse for its travels…..
She knew what she looked like without a mirror
She was a near perfect copy of Oksana Bakay
Gone was the good looking, although rather butch, tough and hard talking hard cased woman that had entered the same room……the ruthless secret policewoman that had flattened the unsuspecting girl had disappeared
For all concerned she was now that girl…….the girl lying on the floor in just her panties, panties crammed up her ass due to the previous one sided struggle…..
Two women had entered the power room…..only one walked out
The new girl….Ms Oksana Bakay picked up her flight case…she sauntered like before…short skirted…. all hosed leg….high heeled stilettos click clacking……side cap at a jaunty angle under a tight clipped bun……her back to the unconscious girl who just a short time before worn those same clothes…..she raised her right arm…fingers extended….she got to the doorway at Station 2B and said to no one who was listening ‘Thanks For Everything’
So this was it, after months of preparation …her target……Ms Oksana Bakay……20 years old…..single….just starting out in the airline…..not a big known face around the Ruritanian Airline world….not yet anyway….but after this trip her profile would have a little more hits on the ‘Like ‘button……
She watched the girl straighten her jacket…adjust her short skirt….it kept riding up, showing a little too much thigh…she would have mocked her attempts at decorum…but if all went well she was soon going to have the same problem …she wondered if that was one of the uniforms she had already tried on….in her left hand the young flight attendant held a flight bag…..dark brown and leather…almost like a small case…..the girl walked towards the glass doors….heels clicking away…..hips swinging….ass pumping up and down in her stride….like all females who dress well
This is it…..she stubbed out the cigarette…..she followed the unsuspecting girl
The interior of the Departure Terminal was the usual fare……large elevated TV monitors displayed departing destinations…it was bright….light and chrome…a new affair no doubt paid for by EU grant money, or bribe money more like…..people lined up in front of various check in desks….being served by the painted ladies…not many were closed, it was a busy morning…..security was present, but not that much concerned in what they were doing….good…it was easy to get lost in a crowd…children cried….that was even more distracting….the hustle and bustle was good cover
What was even more distracting for the woman in black was Oksana’s young pert ass in that short skirt…..striding along…..it was very distracting as she followed her…..especially as she had already worn nearly everything she had owned…….the girl up front had no inkling about that
She was heading for a discreet service area marked ‘Flight Crew Security’……to her left where 3 service elevators….tucked behind a coffee concession and some rest rooms…..again out of the way of the general melee of the departure terminal…loud announcements came over the PA system……very retro….an airport caught between two worlds…...she would not allow the flight attendant to get to close to the main security post…..now was the time for an introduction….
‘Ms Bakay……excuse me for one moment’ she said in an authoritative voice.
The young and shapely Flight Attendant turned around….a confused look…..my my …..she was quite beautiful…and that figure…..those clothes…..her mouth became dry.
‘State Security…SBU……We need your cooperation in a certain matter’
The girl looked at first confused the alarmed ‘I have done nothing …I work…’
‘Yes Yes Ms Bakay’ emphasizing the fact that she knew her name….and to keep her off balance….. keep her moving ‘You are not in any trouble…Yet..’
‘But why…I will be late…Why!’ confused concern in those small dark eyes
She reached in her jacket and flipped a wallet that displayed a metal badge and a crude photo….it was a forgery of course
‘It is regarding someone you are well acquainted with …a certain man named Leon’ she left the statement hang in the air
She saw the effect the name had on the flight attendant….she saw the hesitation….the doubt…..the guilt
The bogus agent kept guiding
‘This way please’ and both of them walked towards the elevators
‘I hope I am not being detained…I have a flight to catch…Livonia…..LIV244…it departs in 2 hours’ her voice sounding articulate….learned….yet the woman in black new that she was from a village 30 Km from the capitol…a Mushik…..a peasant girl really.
The girl was panicked….that fucking Leon, the pervert
Her Ex boyfriend
Him and his fucking smuggling activities…..it wasn’t drugs he was normally into….high end clothing mainly, designer labels….maybe some modern art….and not paying any taxes….
She hoped to fuck he hadn’t resorted to drugs
Her delicate hands trembled a little…..this woman was from state security
Oksana looked around…she saw no one she knew…..the security station was further away…she knew some of them
Too late though
The woman in black produced card key…swiped the card and pressed a button set into the wall…way to go again the Fat Turk she thought……and to her relief a car came almost at once…..no one was inside the elevator
‘Please’ she indicted for Oksana to step inside first…she did….hold habits die hard…..for all their new found EU trappings….obeying authority …state security …..It came to these pigs naturally…..and so it should.
In the car she distracted the girl ‘watch your feet on those metal bits’ indicating protruding metal clips that helped guide wheeled containers …’you do not want to damage those lovely shoes…do you….must have cost a fortune’
Oksana look down at her legs and nodded….as she did so….the woman in black pressed a button for the lowest level.
The car moved…keep her talking
Oksana said ‘Where are we going’
The bogus agent smiled ‘We have an office underground for just this sort of thing….very discreet’
The pretty girl gave a quizzical look
‘We need your help in a rather delicate matter’
Oksana had been thinking…..and thinking fast…..what could it be that they were after…the fucking cops….state security….what would the SBU want with her…she was nervous and now a little moist under the arms
Then she had an idea…or maybe they were not after her….that creep Artem….or his nickname…. that made up name of Leon….Fucking pretentious prick….pretending he was French
‘It’s not my ex boyfriend is it …Artem Vann…Brasov University ….’ She was eager to spill the beans ‘ He had that stupid made up name Leon….pretending that he was French, like that movie…all cool……I threw him out a few days ago’
‘Why’ keep her talking
‘When I was away flying…things went missing….things moved’ Oksana looked away…embarrassed
‘What money….Electronics…jewellery’ the woman knowing the answer already…enjoyed toying with the nervous young woman
Silence….the elevator kept going down….a long way
‘Come on ….tell me’ persisted the woman in a harsh Police type way
Ms Bakay…the petite darling spat out the words ‘When I was away I think he was wearing my clothes….all my stuff had been messed with, not by much but I could tell….a girl does you know….some of my underwear also went missing….satisfied’
The woman sighed ‘Well….you can’t pick them all…sorry’
The flight attendant bit back ‘I only like one person in my underwear…and that’s me’
The bogus agent was behind her ‘Yes, quite right…. it is a rather disgusting thought’……knowing damn well that she was at present wearing a pair of the girls missing nude panties
The woman thought …too late darling…..been there done that….you got the wrong one
A pity though…after being so careful the girl still suspected that her possessions were being tampered with………
The bogus agent again spoke ‘Well…..it is a rather unique reason for breaking up…normally it is another woman who is involved’
The girl spat out again, like the words left a bad taste in her small mouth ‘Maybe there was…..I found underwear that was not mine….under the bed’
‘Or his spare undies’ said the agent
The girl looked around, her eyes angered
‘Sorry’ said the agent ‘that was rather below the belt
Quickly she said ‘No…it’s not him who can help us’
‘Really…if it’s me then why not go through the airline’ the girl enquired ‘ and follow proper procedure’
‘Well….the Airline ‘
the elevator car pinged….the door opened…no one there
‘is part of the problem’ said the bogus agent
The woman in black took her elbow….the attendant allowed the touch and was led out….interested in what this Policewoman wanted…..if not her boyfriend…who…her sister…..her mother….her….what had she done
The elevator had opened into an underground service basement….clean but utilitarian in nature….her smart uniform stood out in contrast
‘What’s down here’ asked Oksana….looking around….no one in sight…..darker than upstairs….just the hum of machinery and industrial air conditioners…a very long corridor from left to right…...it was the powerhouse of the airport terminals.
They both walked along the corridor….the woman slightly behind the flight attendant…the woman looked around…as briefed no camera’s.
She had reconnoitred these corridors herself….she had found the perfect place to carry out her swift assault
The girl was looking around….her footfall not so sure now
The bogus agent prompted….keep her going….no time to think that something was wrong
‘We are the SBU…do you think we advertise’ said the woman in black….leading the girl along a corridor….to a door marked….Station 2B….
The woman again retrieved the key card and swiped it…the door clicked….she opened it and pushed and indicated for the girl to enter.
She did so. ‘What do you want me for’ she asked again…her voice unsure now….a little nervous….not so cocky
Ms Bakay was confused….there was nothing in the room….she looked around at the high ceiling…full of pipes and conduits ….there was a deep humming sound from the machinery above…power units and breakers were set in both walls
She did not hear the woman delve into the rucksack behind her….the noise was too loud……again…..she shouted this time ‘What do you want’ and was beginning to turn on her heel
Everything happened so fast……
Oksana began to catch on….this was not right…..she felt her petite hat being knocked off her head……she turned on a stiletto heel ’what the fuck is going on……………’she had no time to finish….her world went dark.
‘AAArrgghhh’ a loud shout that went nowhere and was quickly muffled
A hood had been thrust over her head….not a normal hood either…..it was a chloro hood…..black muslin with built in cloth pads heavily doused in chloroform …..Once over the head and down to the neck, draw strings were pulled tightly….. creating a seal….it all happened in seconds
A harsh voice shouted into the hood ‘I want your identity’…..the struggling Oksana heard the words
Oksana Bakay screamed in terror….her screams were stifled by the hood …..and the humming machinery masked any excess sound
Although the assailant was as tall as the flight attendant she was stronger….with arms around her torso she was lifting up the girl from the ground….the woman in black arched back and squeezed ‘Shush now….breath it in Dear’
She kicked off the girls stiletto heels to avoid any kicking and bruising on her own shins….stockinged feet paddled in the air…..going nowhere….kicking fast back and fore
The beige short skirt rose up…as if it could get any higher…..the girls arms were pinned….she tried to use her body to get free…..the muted wailing girl kicked her legs….soon her panties were visible, her crotch covered in filmy pantyhose….sheer to waist tights….her long legs were spread out, looking for the floor, anywhere to gain purchase and be able to push back……..the gusset of the tights likewise stretched… her panties under the hose were fully visible…..the panties were lace waist bikini in style….with a lattice front….a little bow in the middle….delicious…a nude colour under the tan hosiery…….the waistband of the tights became visible….underneath her navel showed
The girl began to sag in her arms
The woman held on tight…..aware that she was compressing the struggling girls breasts….she could feel the bra under her fingers…...her hands felt the bra cups underneath…..she was holding on tight to the girl….the hooded head thrashing back and fore….muted screams not as loud as before……she was waiting for the chloroform to take effect
Finally she felt the girl’s struggles became less and less violent as she was forced to breath in the intoxicating atmosphere within the padded hood….. less and less her struggles became……they were less animated…her leg kicking less frantic……not enough power, becoming weaker…...the hands not clawing enough at the woman’s own that held her arms in place….the screaming for help had stopped….more heavy groaning instead…her will to resist was becoming overcome by the fumes being forced through her mouth and nostrils
The bogus agent shouted at the hood ‘That underwear you found….the pants and Bra…they were mine’
There was a brief spike in the intensity of the girls struggles……as the words spoken where understood…..but the renewed struggle to be free was brief to say the least
Until finally low moans…then only silence…...then limpness…..the flight attendants unconscious body finally sagged in surrender
The bogus agent released the pressure on the girl’s body…..the girls’ skirt came down slightly….modesty was temporarily restored……a very temporary affair at that
It had worked……not keeping the girl in her flat, drugged, gagged and tied up…..it would have been easier for the agent to replace her…plenty of time to get ready..…but there would have been too many variables for discovery……someone would have found her too early into the plan…that fucking boyfriend for one….
On the way to the airport……Yes, could have worked…..the Turk driving her to a isolated farmhouse or hut….again…too many variables….third parties like the Turk…a witness of chance…..too many things unforeseen could have gone wrong
But her way had worked….inside the airport itself….the very place which had the best security…..the best place for the plan to fail if it was going to go south……at least she could attempt to hide in the crowd in any escape attempt….plenty of ladies in the airport to hijack…..steal their clothes and be gone
The little flight attendant slumped on her knees below her would not be found for hours…many hours if lucky….if not a few days…even her boyfriend was out of the equation…..her confidence…always high now exploded.
The bogus agent moved quickly….after all; she had work to do…a plane to catch….she was keen to get at those clothes she knew so well…..they were that familiar now, that they were almost her own
She lowered the hooded Ms Bakay completely to the floor…laying her out flat on her back….careful not to spoil her clothes….after all….she would be wearing them soon…..unsightly dirt and dust on a light beige uniform would attract suspicion….too many creases too…..she would not want to give the impression to any security team or colleague that she had been bushwhacked on her way for duty….heaven forbid
The woman went to the rucksack and took out a folded white sheet….stolen from an hotel and therefore untraceable….and laid it on the cold floor
She set the stiletto heel court shoes upright…..she already knew they would fit…..back in her flat she had noted that the girl liked heels…not flats….made her taller too.
Ms Oksana Bakay was then positioned into the uptight sitting position….hooded head down on her chest….the hood made her anonymous…just a body to strip down….her identity to be stolen…..her clothes to be stolen….after all….for a short duration she was to be Ms Bakay….20 years old and sexy as fuck ….she looked at the prostrate and silent flight attendant……all these months in preparation….wearing her clothes….learning who she was….imitating her…and here at last was the real thing
The agent…all business now…eager to transform and play the part that she had trained for
Her hands deftly unbuttoned the short tunic……She grabbed the subdued girl by the shoulders….The jacket was peeled off and down her sides…..the curve of a bust became more pronounced…..her delicate arms were extricated….the garment was gently laid on the sheet…..her hands then moved to the girls neck and removed the burgundy scarf…..onto the sheet it also went
The girls blouse was beige, flimsy and nearly sheer…rather square in design….a boat neck design…along the shoulders, bra straps were obvious and visible underneath……straight across the upper chest…gold necklace…looking down one could easily see the nude coloured bra cups thrusting out from her chest under the light blouse…..plain unadorned cups that supported Oksana’s ample bosom, and soon to support her own …..she placed her hands under the bra clad breasts and lifted…warm and heavy….she wanted all of this off this body and onto her own….
The woman dressed in black deftly lifted the soft blouse over the girls head……who was and would remain for a long time hooded and limp
She reached behind Bakay’s back…..large torso band, U shaped and sheer…..found the hooks and released…….Oksana’s tits fell out of the cups and gravity took over as they spread either side of her chest….large brown nipples on display..…she looped the shoulder straps over her shoulders and through sagging arms
She held up the bra…..yes, she had worn this one before, it was from the uniform closet….it was a good one
‘There Dear…..you wanted to be liberated so much….I liberated your tits from your oppressive and tyrannical capitalist made brassiere….the symbol of male dominance over women ….and that ladies in the West like to burn’ she ran a hand under the naked young breasts….her fingers were slightly damp….’Sweaty girl’ she mocked.
She looked at the bra….a label…Intimissimi…Italian….She ran her hands over the intimate female garment, the cups were plain…no lace….just a bow in between both cups….the back band was sheer….a heavy U shape ….
Half way there thought the woman….now her nether regions
She laid the girl on her bare back…….lying just in her skirt and pantyhose….legs together….her chest bare and naked…large tits splayed left and right…large round brown nipples….the nipples were now hard and pointed after being exposed to the cold air of the maintenance room
She bent over the girl and lifted up her thighs and legs……released the belt on the high wasted skirt and reached behind…..the girl’s warmth aroused her…..her fingers found a zip….the skirt became loose….she pulled it over hips and thighs and down those long legs
She licked her slightly dry lips…..the lace waist bikini panties under those sheer to waist 5 denier barely visible pantyhose looked knockout ….…not cheap either….only a thin hem line rose up from her crotch to her navel ….dissecting the seam of the pantyhose….
Very carefully they were eased from her body…..eager hands sliding the waist band over her hips….then over the young woman’s buttocks and finally rolled down those long unblemished legs…..the removed garment was like gossamer in her hand….transparent and warm….no runs or tears….she brought the garment to her nose….still clean too…..only that smell of womanhood…..she patted the prone knocked out girls stomach, her hand also touching her last remaining item of clothing….stroking the girl briefly…feeling the triangle of hair hidden underneath the lattice mesh
She stood up quickly…God, she wanted to fuck….but there was no time….thank heavens’ she never had the girl tied up in her flat…she would never have left
Back to her task in hand…..
She herself stripped off.
It did not take long…..jacket, T shirt, socks and sneakers were discarded…just thrown into the back pack…….the heavy cheap and black sports bra fell to the ground…..she stood there….tough…..just wearing those high hipped nude coloured panties, the one stolen on her last trip to the flat, when she did not have time to remove them….she kept them for this exact moment
The agent stood there over the prostrate and unconscious flight attendant….both women were nearly naked
Both braless and in nude coloured panties only….but of different designs
The agent removed her black curly wig….revealing a pink nylon wig cap that had been worn underneath
This in itself was discarded …both placed within the black back pack
The next series of events were carried out naturally and very quickly……she knew precisely how the underwear and uniform would fit…..she would wear them in the same way and style as the girl lying on the floor in just her panties
She slipped into the bra…..she looped her arms through the straps bringing the cups up to her own breasts…. …...she snapped on the hooks from behind her back…it felt good and tight on her chest….she held her breasts and pushed them up and down….sitting the flesh in the cups correctly….she felt no wetness from the previous wearer…happy again…she moved on
She bent over towards the sheet….feeling the bra dig into her back…comforting…..she picked up the soft tan translucent tights….still light and fluffy from being on the legs of their previous wearer….the agent exactly where the girl had peeled them on that same morning….probably sitting at her stool….her had reaching for them…..she had dressed herself many times at the same dresser
The agent eased her foot into the soft nylon…her toes varnished in bright red just like the unconscious girl lying, naked legs splayed apart…..she pulled the tights on and up….smoothing her legs on the way…. .over her high hip plain panties and tight ass…..the waistband snapped over her hips….she kept her balance throughout….like an artist….she wriggled her hips and pulled again….making sure there was no sag in the gusset…..
Next was the girls flight case….like any self respecting air crew Oksana Bakay would be fully equipped in the cosmetic department…..already wearing the girls tights, nude panties and bra….she began to arrange her hair and proceeded to tie it tightly in the same way as the subdued girl….the cut and colour were the same…the agent, as practiced pulled her hair taught….pinned it….twisted it into a tight bun and clipped and pinned it again…she had practiced it so many times that it was second nature…she could do it in the dark if necessary…..her hair was now the same as worn by the girl
She was already familiar with the girls choices in makeup and perfume…..she helped herself….a little vanity mirror helped…..soon lips were bright red…the same….rouge pink powder on the face,….lots of it ….gray blue mascara….eyelashes brushed….kohl around the eyes…she licked her lips….the more she mimicked Oksana in dress and style….the more she copied her….her actions became more feminine ….softer…she padded when walking, not stamping hard in stolen stockings…..
She retrieved a plastic zip tie from the back pack….she needed something final from Ms Bakay…..her jewellery.
She rolled the girl onto her front…her tits moved with gravity…..being without a bra made them wobble in all directions
Before she tightly zipped the girls hands together the agent removed Oksana’s rings and bracelet, most of which she had seen and worn before….there was nothing of the girl’s that did not fir her
There was a rough zipping sound as the tie was pulled tight
Like a cop frisking a body she removed it all…fast and with a frightening familiarity
She placed the valuables on her own fingers and wrist…..she had already rolled the unconscious girl onto her stomach….her bound hands under her naked chest….her hands in her crotch……the new Oksana Bakay reached the neck…under the chloro hood and released the gold chain resting there….it had not been broken during the struggle……she placed the chain around her own neck and fastened it…fiddly thing, they always where….eventually the locket nestled between the cups and cleavage of her new bra…..
She loosened the hoods drawstrings and reached underneath…..she felt warm moisture…wet skin……the girls hair was damp…..cheeks hot…..the new flight attendant had no wish to look…..she saw herself now as Oksana Bakay……she just wanted those cheap gold earring’s clipped to those dainty little ears…..a little fumbling…..then clipped to her own…the chloro hood rezipped…..she stood up again
She had planned to gag the girl….she had a roll of brown medical tape in the back pack….she always carried materials for doing so..….but what was the point in this case….she would be out of it for hours….with all this background noise it would be hard for anyone to hear her shouting for help anyway…..orders are orders….no deaths on this one if possible…...and suffocation with a hood and gag was always a possibility.
The rest was easy and quick……the sheer flimsy satin blouse came over her head……she adjusted the blouse right over her bra……she stepped into the high waist short skirt, tucked in the blouse….. zipped up the back and belted it tight….the blouse tucked in well….it all fitted well, as she had practiced with the girls spare uniforms in her own bedroom
She slid her nylon covered toes into the stiletto court shoes….such a cool feeling on the feet…especially after her rough socks and man like footwear……she had no mirror but could guess what the image could reveal…..a young flight attendant, pretty in her makeup….her tight uniform …..see through blouse with the delicious bra underneath…..the short skirt tight on her ass….those long stockinged legs….she reached down for the tunic…everything became tighter…..juicy…..hard to keep your hands off……lastly the side cap….old German style….she brushed off a little dust from its fall….otherwise it was not the worse for its travels…..
She knew what she looked like without a mirror
She was a near perfect copy of Oksana Bakay
Gone was the good looking, although rather butch, tough and hard talking hard cased woman that had entered the same room……the ruthless secret policewoman that had flattened the unsuspecting girl had disappeared
For all concerned she was now that girl…….the girl lying on the floor in just her panties, panties crammed up her ass due to the previous one sided struggle…..
Two women had entered the power room…..only one walked out
The new girl….Ms Oksana Bakay picked up her flight case…she sauntered like before…short skirted…. all hosed leg….high heeled stilettos click clacking……side cap at a jaunty angle under a tight clipped bun……her back to the unconscious girl who just a short time before worn those same clothes…..she raised her right arm…fingers extended….she got to the doorway at Station 2B and said to no one who was listening ‘Thanks For Everything’
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simon4242
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
beautifully written .......john le carre vibes
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
A NAGGING MRS SMITH WAS OVERHEARED COMPLAINING ‘WHY IS SECURITY AT THE AIRPORT SUCH A PAIN – THEY RUIN A VACATION BEFORE IT STARTS’
(Authors note: Mrs Smith (real name withheld to avoid embarrassment) was found, five weeks after making this statement bound and gagged, stripped to her knickers and bra in an airport ladies restroom cubicle- No arrests were made – and it is assumed Mr Smith, booked on the same flight ran off with the imposter)
She ran her hands over her waist and hips…….straightening out the uniform…..tugged at the bottom of the tunic…and the skirt…..yes, it did seem to rise on its own accord….she always noted the previous occupant tugging at its hemline, what there was of it…..prancing around her bedroom in one of the spare uniforms obviously did not have the same effect or endurance
She lifted her breasts …her hands cupped underneath them both……she lifted one up……then the other….ensuring that the bra underneath sat straight on her chest……straps…….her left shoulder…..twisted slightly and digging into her skin…..she reached across and slid her hand under the thin blouse……her fingers deftly located the problem and ran back and fore along the satin and silky strap….there you go….it now rested flat on her shoulder……problem solved
The interior of the elevator car was grey and metallic……a fuzzy and blurred image of herself reflected back….she licked the top of her lip…..tasting the red lipstick……another woman’s lipstick, she had stolen one from the girls bathroom……she ran her hand to her slim waist and pressed…..her hand felt the top of her pantyhose….the elastic waistband……her fingers tweaked the nylon…..it snapped back on her skin…..another woman’s tights on her skin, lovely…..they had still been warm and fluffy when she had eased them on her own legs..…..likewise the panties that now masked and gripped tightly on her groin and ass……she took a deep breath…….calm down….she felt the moistness between her legs increase….she had been aroused by the violence and the assault and subsequent stripping…..she always had been
Nearly there…..the car resonated with a ‘Ping’
The elevator doors opened……loud noise and the sight of the hustle and bustle of the departure terminal greeted her
She counted….1…..2……..3……..and Go
The flight attendant swaggered out into the world….her gait and stance erect and confident….shapely legs in barely seen tan pantyhose….pert buttocks under a tight beige short skirt…plenty of leg on display…..stiletto high heels….pointed shoes….rapping out a machine gun like clatter as she marched through the maddening crowd….shoulders back…..chest out…..holding her flight case in one hand….her pert little side cap crowning the overall professional look
No one had noticed that previously two women had entered the elevator……one stern looking in black jeans and jacket, curly black bushy hair, a woman leading and herding a smartly attired flight attendant…..the pretty flight attendant appeared to be protesting…..no one noticed that later only the pretty flight attendant had returned through the metal elevator doors…and looking quite content and generally happy in life
In her swagger and passage she noted a few stolen and unreciprocated glances…….men eyeing her up…….trying to imagine what she wore underneath her clothes….what her naked body would look like…..trying to envisage some sort of fantasy…..probably on how her sumptuous red lips would suck them off in a private cubicle or the plane’s restroom…..maybe single men….or just men shackled and stuck in relationships that had gone on far too long …..the well worn and now too familiar female next to them ….regardless of age or girth…..the once exiting partner who had long become a moaning hag or just a fuckwit whiner …..the bane of his or her existence …..Or just men who could not get enough……other women looked at her as she passed by….was it envy……or a secret carnal desire……she preferred the latter……. But knowing women in general it was surly stares inspired by jealously…..
She paused and then stopped…now she was a little jealous…..someone had caught her eye inside a concession store…..she pretended to peruse a book at a nearby stand…she picked up a paperback
A young woman was inside the store
The girl was accompanied by an equally young male that she assumed was her boyfriend…..he had one arm around her waist….they were giggling about something he said into her small ear……a little secret maybe….lucky swine !!!
She selected another paperback….the girl was in a queue holding a selection of magazines…..her handbag over her shoulder….a black puffer jacket in the other….she was Asian, maybe and probably Indian……she had a stud in her petite little nostril
But that was not that what had attracted her attention…..The girls hair was jet black, platted and latticed ….very long with a yellow ribbon at the end….the long pony tail went down to the small of her back
The girl must be affluent …..rich by the subcontinents standards…..maybe a wealthy ‘Daddy’ back home in a closed off and private residence in a good suburb of Delhi
The girl wore a lot of makeup…expensive stuff…….dark skin….red full lips…..she was rather full in the flesh….not fat…..just wholesome……her curvy ass, like a big juicy peach inside faded tight jeans of a famous brand…..a full on American College look
It was the girl’s breasts that had dazzled the flight attendant….a D at a quick estimate….and she knew other women’s size’s…intimately…she could guess rightly in seconds
A short sleeve white T shirt struggled to keep those huge melons from escaping…..the obvious white T shirt bra underneath….so visible…so strained on her young body….the tight white shirt, her belt and jeans…trim waist…her dark and exotic features…..the curve of the bosom….so full…so rounded…..
The flight attendant had a big urge to touch….to grope….to feel……she wanted to lick those nipples which she assumed were large…nipples covered up in those wide and big white bra cups…the boyfriends right hand caressed her back…..it slid over the ridiculously large and much too visible bra band on her back…..swine, it was what the flight attendant craved to do…..and more
The attendant groaned a little in lust……all that earlier stripping of the young lady in the basement and the wearing of her clothes had made her Horney as hell…..she had a quick vision…..their final destination….boyfriend lured out of the way and bound…..but not too far away so that he could still hear his pretty little darling being ravaged on the hotel bed…..gagged and bound herself…all naked and writhing…all those muffled and muted protests…as the flight attendant satisfied her pent up lust….the mental image was suddenly broken
The Indian girl looked over, as if sensing she was being watched…..she caught the eye of the very attractive flight attendant who was looking at her….she looked quizzically back and smiled with bright white teeth…..as if to say ‘Can I help you with anything?’
The flight attendant returned the book to its shelf…..the boyfriend had said something which had made the girl turn back towards his happy face….she kissed him on the cheek…...the flight attendant walked away…..bitch !!
The flight attendant mused….that’s what happens when it is all work and no play…..one get’s distracted….it had been a while since she had played with someone else…...she was late for checking in as it was!!!!!
And that was it….she was lucky to be checking in at all…..as her name, or the name of the girl lying unconscious two floors under their feet had been bumped from the original choice of flight crew…..the original Bakay never knew of this cancellation…..the email had not reached her…..
There had been a change from the crewing department, Ms Bakay had been removed from the crew manifest…..Bakay had to be on that flight, or she the agent had to be on it…..an older woman, a Mrs Svitlana Balanchuk had been bumped up in her place…..
The agent had been monitoring Oksana’s phone…..action would be taken
Mrs Balanchuk would have to be dissuaded from taking that flight……and as a bonus it was with Svitlana that the agent had last had sex……
(Authors note: Mrs Smith (real name withheld to avoid embarrassment) was found, five weeks after making this statement bound and gagged, stripped to her knickers and bra in an airport ladies restroom cubicle- No arrests were made – and it is assumed Mr Smith, booked on the same flight ran off with the imposter)
She ran her hands over her waist and hips…….straightening out the uniform…..tugged at the bottom of the tunic…and the skirt…..yes, it did seem to rise on its own accord….she always noted the previous occupant tugging at its hemline, what there was of it…..prancing around her bedroom in one of the spare uniforms obviously did not have the same effect or endurance
She lifted her breasts …her hands cupped underneath them both……she lifted one up……then the other….ensuring that the bra underneath sat straight on her chest……straps…….her left shoulder…..twisted slightly and digging into her skin…..she reached across and slid her hand under the thin blouse……her fingers deftly located the problem and ran back and fore along the satin and silky strap….there you go….it now rested flat on her shoulder……problem solved
The interior of the elevator car was grey and metallic……a fuzzy and blurred image of herself reflected back….she licked the top of her lip…..tasting the red lipstick……another woman’s lipstick, she had stolen one from the girls bathroom……she ran her hand to her slim waist and pressed…..her hand felt the top of her pantyhose….the elastic waistband……her fingers tweaked the nylon…..it snapped back on her skin…..another woman’s tights on her skin, lovely…..they had still been warm and fluffy when she had eased them on her own legs..…..likewise the panties that now masked and gripped tightly on her groin and ass……she took a deep breath…….calm down….she felt the moistness between her legs increase….she had been aroused by the violence and the assault and subsequent stripping…..she always had been
Nearly there…..the car resonated with a ‘Ping’
The elevator doors opened……loud noise and the sight of the hustle and bustle of the departure terminal greeted her
She counted….1…..2……..3……..and Go
The flight attendant swaggered out into the world….her gait and stance erect and confident….shapely legs in barely seen tan pantyhose….pert buttocks under a tight beige short skirt…plenty of leg on display…..stiletto high heels….pointed shoes….rapping out a machine gun like clatter as she marched through the maddening crowd….shoulders back…..chest out…..holding her flight case in one hand….her pert little side cap crowning the overall professional look
No one had noticed that previously two women had entered the elevator……one stern looking in black jeans and jacket, curly black bushy hair, a woman leading and herding a smartly attired flight attendant…..the pretty flight attendant appeared to be protesting…..no one noticed that later only the pretty flight attendant had returned through the metal elevator doors…and looking quite content and generally happy in life
In her swagger and passage she noted a few stolen and unreciprocated glances…….men eyeing her up…….trying to imagine what she wore underneath her clothes….what her naked body would look like…..trying to envisage some sort of fantasy…..probably on how her sumptuous red lips would suck them off in a private cubicle or the plane’s restroom…..maybe single men….or just men shackled and stuck in relationships that had gone on far too long …..the well worn and now too familiar female next to them ….regardless of age or girth…..the once exiting partner who had long become a moaning hag or just a fuckwit whiner …..the bane of his or her existence …..Or just men who could not get enough……other women looked at her as she passed by….was it envy……or a secret carnal desire……she preferred the latter……. But knowing women in general it was surly stares inspired by jealously…..
She paused and then stopped…now she was a little jealous…..someone had caught her eye inside a concession store…..she pretended to peruse a book at a nearby stand…she picked up a paperback
A young woman was inside the store
The girl was accompanied by an equally young male that she assumed was her boyfriend…..he had one arm around her waist….they were giggling about something he said into her small ear……a little secret maybe….lucky swine !!!
She selected another paperback….the girl was in a queue holding a selection of magazines…..her handbag over her shoulder….a black puffer jacket in the other….she was Asian, maybe and probably Indian……she had a stud in her petite little nostril
But that was not that what had attracted her attention…..The girls hair was jet black, platted and latticed ….very long with a yellow ribbon at the end….the long pony tail went down to the small of her back
The girl must be affluent …..rich by the subcontinents standards…..maybe a wealthy ‘Daddy’ back home in a closed off and private residence in a good suburb of Delhi
The girl wore a lot of makeup…expensive stuff…….dark skin….red full lips…..she was rather full in the flesh….not fat…..just wholesome……her curvy ass, like a big juicy peach inside faded tight jeans of a famous brand…..a full on American College look
It was the girl’s breasts that had dazzled the flight attendant….a D at a quick estimate….and she knew other women’s size’s…intimately…she could guess rightly in seconds
A short sleeve white T shirt struggled to keep those huge melons from escaping…..the obvious white T shirt bra underneath….so visible…so strained on her young body….the tight white shirt, her belt and jeans…trim waist…her dark and exotic features…..the curve of the bosom….so full…so rounded…..
The flight attendant had a big urge to touch….to grope….to feel……she wanted to lick those nipples which she assumed were large…nipples covered up in those wide and big white bra cups…the boyfriends right hand caressed her back…..it slid over the ridiculously large and much too visible bra band on her back…..swine, it was what the flight attendant craved to do…..and more
The attendant groaned a little in lust……all that earlier stripping of the young lady in the basement and the wearing of her clothes had made her Horney as hell…..she had a quick vision…..their final destination….boyfriend lured out of the way and bound…..but not too far away so that he could still hear his pretty little darling being ravaged on the hotel bed…..gagged and bound herself…all naked and writhing…all those muffled and muted protests…as the flight attendant satisfied her pent up lust….the mental image was suddenly broken
The Indian girl looked over, as if sensing she was being watched…..she caught the eye of the very attractive flight attendant who was looking at her….she looked quizzically back and smiled with bright white teeth…..as if to say ‘Can I help you with anything?’
The flight attendant returned the book to its shelf…..the boyfriend had said something which had made the girl turn back towards his happy face….she kissed him on the cheek…...the flight attendant walked away…..bitch !!
The flight attendant mused….that’s what happens when it is all work and no play…..one get’s distracted….it had been a while since she had played with someone else…...she was late for checking in as it was!!!!!
And that was it….she was lucky to be checking in at all…..as her name, or the name of the girl lying unconscious two floors under their feet had been bumped from the original choice of flight crew…..the original Bakay never knew of this cancellation…..the email had not reached her…..
There had been a change from the crewing department, Ms Bakay had been removed from the crew manifest…..Bakay had to be on that flight, or she the agent had to be on it…..an older woman, a Mrs Svitlana Balanchuk had been bumped up in her place…..
The agent had been monitoring Oksana’s phone…..action would be taken
Mrs Balanchuk would have to be dissuaded from taking that flight……and as a bonus it was with Svitlana that the agent had last had sex……
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Love the work of the Late Le Carre, especially 'The Spy who came in from the cold'....book and film with Burton
Have a great idea based on wartime Britain....like the old movies.....a DP camp, Abwehr and the IRA.....an escape involving clothing loss of course...very early days on that one though....time waits for no man
Have a great idea based on wartime Britain....like the old movies.....a DP camp, Abwehr and the IRA.....an escape involving clothing loss of course...very early days on that one though....time waits for no man
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THE UNFORTUNATE SVITLANA BALANCHUK
The agent provocateur had to solve a problem, multiple interest were at play…..most were powerful, and operated at the state level….this she expected to encounter and had therefore prepared herself to counter at every level …..But in the game they all played there was always the wild card…. there were other interested parties on the sidelines, within the shadows, who were generally motivated by profit or personal gain…..there was always the small fish waiting for their morsel….usually these little fish operated from a festering pool labelled as crime.
One of the ‘small fry’ surfaced shortly before the agent intended to replace the real Oksana Bakay
The agent once alerted to the threat moved fast to counter. The obstruction needed to be moved
A black Mercedes SLK roadster pulled up rather sharply outside the Ruritanian National Airline Headquarter building……the parking lot was full….the sky was gray, dark and cloudy, a storm was brewing…..very like the mood of the woman who angrily exiting the two door sports car
A long door on the driver’s side flew open as soon as the engine stopped
As the female driver exited from the low clearance roadster….a flash of thick thigh in black hosiery and black high boots greeted anyone that happened or cared to look in that direction……
A couple walking back to their own car did notice the screeching of rubber on tarmac….seeing the door flung open made them move faster to their own vehicle…..they did not want to get involved….which was generally the motto of the nation….
Svitlana Balanchuk…Mrs…. bent over and grabbed her shoulder bag from the passenger seat……as she bent over her black skirt she wore went even tighter on her plump backside….juicy, an ass that one always wanted to squeeze…….upon retrieval she angrily slammed the door shut….she stormed towards the new glass and chrome ten story tower
She was a tall woman….30 years old….if anyone was bold enough to ask, and there were not many….she always stated she was 26….and had been for the last three years…and no doubt would be for the next five
Her hair was shoulder length….brushed and loose, wavy and what one would dirty blonde…..dyed steaks ran throughout…..her natural hair colour was that of a brunette
She wore copious amount of makeup…..again bright red lips….rouge and dark eyeliner….another attempt to stave off the ravages of time….but she was still a good looking woman….but time was moving on….and fast
Svitlana dressed well…..she wore a light cream Macintosh….short in length, over her shoulder was a black Prada leather bag….underneath she wore a white pure cashmere sweater, tight with a turtleneck…..loose around her neck….she large breasts….probably a big ‘C’ cup…..maybe a borderline D……a big juicy bust was under that clothing
She had wide hips, the sweater was belted…..a large thick belt and buckle…..her stomach bulged a little over the belt
Likewise her skirt showed the curve of her full stomach
The skirt ended above her knee’s…not too short…not too long either
Her hosiery was that of off black in colour…..that shade of black that bordered on the colour of dark slate….but was not light gray in tone
Her foot wear choice that morning had been a trendy pair of felt boots that ended tightly below her knees….they were pointed and sported a high heel……
All her clothing…and no doubt her hidden underwear were designer labels
Complete with her expensive jewellery she cut an expensive figure
The way she acted and carried herself one would have taken her as being a member of the airline board of directors….maybe a mere executive of the National Airline….or maybe the wife of such a person…especially with the expensive German sports car that she was driving
But no…this was not the case
Svitlana Balanchuk was only just one of many Senior Flight Attendants assigned to cover the flight routes of the Baltic States and Northern Scandinavia…..before, early in her career, she had been renowned by those who knew her as being someone who would fuck her way to the top….regardless of the cost to others
Her attempts to gain status and wealth within the airline had failed….many a boardroom wife had seen to that….. but Svitlana was persistent as well as ambitious…she had found someone else to fuck to get her to the top…someone outside of the airline…which she now used the as a personal mode of transport for foreign shopping excursions
It also added a little legitimacy to her bogus tax returns…and gave her an occupation if anyone asked
No one looked too deeply in this country…if you had connections
Today’s visit made her angry….she had had to cancel her manicure and pedicure….and a trip to her favourite hair salon…she had been under the impression that Boris had spoken to management…all had been arranged
She had worked her way onto a certain flight…a flight that was important to her and someone else…and not really Boris…..a flight that would concern a lot of money if events played out…..maybe giving her the independence she craved…now there was a problem with her being on that flight….a problem she intended to solve
Maxim Andruko was having a bad day….it was only 9am and he had an headache already
That extra large glass of wine at last night’s dinner was not wise…the subsequent tumbler of scotch had been a disaster…but that fucking phone call from Boris had scared the hell out of him
He had pain behind his eyes…not good
He adjusted his tie…again…he felt hot…too hot to be normal
Maxim was the head of the staffing and scheduling department….he should not have to deal with issues like this…there were others to this for him
But the blistering mouthful he had from Svitlana last night set the tone…..and the discreet call from Boris very late last night…at his home kind of sealed the deal…..either that or concrete boots
That’s the way his beloved country worked…always had…always would
His office….on the 8th floor had a great view of the central park…he gazed at it now…daydreaming of better things
Behind him he heard the commotion that was Svitlana Balanchuk
By the sounds of it Anna…..his Personal Assistant was getting the worst of it
His office was separated from reception by a frosted glass screen…modern milky white
The agent provocateur had to solve a problem, multiple interest were at play…..most were powerful, and operated at the state level….this she expected to encounter and had therefore prepared herself to counter at every level …..But in the game they all played there was always the wild card…. there were other interested parties on the sidelines, within the shadows, who were generally motivated by profit or personal gain…..there was always the small fish waiting for their morsel….usually these little fish operated from a festering pool labelled as crime.
One of the ‘small fry’ surfaced shortly before the agent intended to replace the real Oksana Bakay
The agent once alerted to the threat moved fast to counter. The obstruction needed to be moved
A black Mercedes SLK roadster pulled up rather sharply outside the Ruritanian National Airline Headquarter building……the parking lot was full….the sky was gray, dark and cloudy, a storm was brewing…..very like the mood of the woman who angrily exiting the two door sports car
A long door on the driver’s side flew open as soon as the engine stopped
As the female driver exited from the low clearance roadster….a flash of thick thigh in black hosiery and black high boots greeted anyone that happened or cared to look in that direction……
A couple walking back to their own car did notice the screeching of rubber on tarmac….seeing the door flung open made them move faster to their own vehicle…..they did not want to get involved….which was generally the motto of the nation….
Svitlana Balanchuk…Mrs…. bent over and grabbed her shoulder bag from the passenger seat……as she bent over her black skirt she wore went even tighter on her plump backside….juicy, an ass that one always wanted to squeeze…….upon retrieval she angrily slammed the door shut….she stormed towards the new glass and chrome ten story tower
She was a tall woman….30 years old….if anyone was bold enough to ask, and there were not many….she always stated she was 26….and had been for the last three years…and no doubt would be for the next five
Her hair was shoulder length….brushed and loose, wavy and what one would dirty blonde…..dyed steaks ran throughout…..her natural hair colour was that of a brunette
She wore copious amount of makeup…..again bright red lips….rouge and dark eyeliner….another attempt to stave off the ravages of time….but she was still a good looking woman….but time was moving on….and fast
Svitlana dressed well…..she wore a light cream Macintosh….short in length, over her shoulder was a black Prada leather bag….underneath she wore a white pure cashmere sweater, tight with a turtleneck…..loose around her neck….she large breasts….probably a big ‘C’ cup…..maybe a borderline D……a big juicy bust was under that clothing
She had wide hips, the sweater was belted…..a large thick belt and buckle…..her stomach bulged a little over the belt
Likewise her skirt showed the curve of her full stomach
The skirt ended above her knee’s…not too short…not too long either
Her hosiery was that of off black in colour…..that shade of black that bordered on the colour of dark slate….but was not light gray in tone
Her foot wear choice that morning had been a trendy pair of felt boots that ended tightly below her knees….they were pointed and sported a high heel……
All her clothing…and no doubt her hidden underwear were designer labels
Complete with her expensive jewellery she cut an expensive figure
The way she acted and carried herself one would have taken her as being a member of the airline board of directors….maybe a mere executive of the National Airline….or maybe the wife of such a person…especially with the expensive German sports car that she was driving
But no…this was not the case
Svitlana Balanchuk was only just one of many Senior Flight Attendants assigned to cover the flight routes of the Baltic States and Northern Scandinavia…..before, early in her career, she had been renowned by those who knew her as being someone who would fuck her way to the top….regardless of the cost to others
Her attempts to gain status and wealth within the airline had failed….many a boardroom wife had seen to that….. but Svitlana was persistent as well as ambitious…she had found someone else to fuck to get her to the top…someone outside of the airline…which she now used the as a personal mode of transport for foreign shopping excursions
It also added a little legitimacy to her bogus tax returns…and gave her an occupation if anyone asked
No one looked too deeply in this country…if you had connections
Today’s visit made her angry….she had had to cancel her manicure and pedicure….and a trip to her favourite hair salon…she had been under the impression that Boris had spoken to management…all had been arranged
She had worked her way onto a certain flight…a flight that was important to her and someone else…and not really Boris…..a flight that would concern a lot of money if events played out…..maybe giving her the independence she craved…now there was a problem with her being on that flight….a problem she intended to solve
Maxim Andruko was having a bad day….it was only 9am and he had an headache already
That extra large glass of wine at last night’s dinner was not wise…the subsequent tumbler of scotch had been a disaster…but that fucking phone call from Boris had scared the hell out of him
He had pain behind his eyes…not good
He adjusted his tie…again…he felt hot…too hot to be normal
Maxim was the head of the staffing and scheduling department….he should not have to deal with issues like this…there were others to this for him
But the blistering mouthful he had from Svitlana last night set the tone…..and the discreet call from Boris very late last night…at his home kind of sealed the deal…..either that or concrete boots
That’s the way his beloved country worked…always had…always would
His office….on the 8th floor had a great view of the central park…he gazed at it now…daydreaming of better things
Behind him he heard the commotion that was Svitlana Balanchuk
By the sounds of it Anna…..his Personal Assistant was getting the worst of it
His office was separated from reception by a frosted glass screen…modern milky white
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He saw the shadow of the girl also sitting and waiting outside
As his glass door crashed open he spun around on his high backed leather chair
‘Svitlana…always a pleasure….how can I help you today’ he smiled….a rather false smile that came to his middle aged face rather naturally
The woman went straight for that attack ‘Don’t you Svitlana me Max…I was promised that fucking special job next week’ she hissed
‘Yes….but’ attempted Maxim
‘Don’t but me…and don’t get that old hag…..who is listening outside ….the one you are secretly or not so secretly banging ……call me up and say I was bumped off that flight next week’ a reference to the middle aged but still shapely and good looking Anna
‘But……I….’ Maxim was cut off again
‘Boris said I was to be on that flight…and you were to arrange it….fucking simple Max’ Svetlana’s eyes were narrowed…hands on her hips….standing straight in all her height and self righteous glory…she was a lot taller than Maxim
‘Yes…I know….but the SBU want somebody neutral on it…somebody not connected…with ant sort of….’ Maxim stammered as he did not want to say the words ‘Crooks’ or ‘Mafia’
‘Boris and me are not fucking interested Max’ she looked mean
‘Svitlana…please take a seat’
‘Fuck the SBU’ shouted Svitlana
She did not move
‘Please my neck is hurting looking up all the time’ his look was pleading
Svitlana exhaled a big breath and threw her shoulder bag onto a nearby small brown leather couch.
She proceeded to pull back a chair opposite his desk……she sat down…and crossed her legs
With satisfaction she saw Maxim’s eyes shift to look at her legs….more of her legs and thighs in the off black tights were visible……her black felt boots too……
Inwardly she smiled….what was it with men with tights and stockings, especially combined with boots….after that they were generally and literally putty in her hands…a putty she could stiffen rather quickly
‘So…..I get the flight yes….it was arranged two days ago……Flight RUAIR LIV244 to Livonia…right…part of a crew of 3….plus flight crew…I know Marta, the old sow…did she complain’, Marta being the senior flight attendant allocated to that flight
‘No, no….I said before, it’s not our people…it’s the SBU….they are threatening’
She cut him off ‘So can Boris’
To emphasize the point shed nodded to the framed photograph of Maxims wife and kids ‘And how is Irina and the kids……well I hope….for now at least’
Maxim got angry know ‘Don’t threaten them…me yes…but keep them out of it’
‘Well…get me on that flight…again…..and not that little piece of kiddy skirt you have waiting outside’
The Agent had been sitting outside….pretending to be Oksana Bakay
The real Oksana was oblivious to all this…as far as she was concerned she was still scheduled as crew on RUAIR LIV 244…the agent was intercepting her email traffic and censoring what needed to be seen regarding that flight…..in fact the girl was at her sisters right now, and would be for three days….plenty of time for the agent to do her thing and get back out
She looked and sounded like Oksana….with her skills in mimicry and after months of research she should be …...her hair loose this time….as she was not in one of the girls uniforms and therefore off duty
She had requested this meeting using her recent clearance from state security as a pretext for complaint…..an SBU female officer had come to the girls flat to interview her….the agent in her full disguise as Oksana made the SBU never suspect that they were interviewing an imposter…the real Bakay was camping out at a lakeside retreat with a few friends…..the girls flat was really becoming a home from home for the agent….thank god the job was to start soon, it was all getting rather too familiar and mundane
The female SBU officer and her male partner had conducted a retina eye scan on her, on something looking like a laptop or notebook…..also her finger prints, which were false anyway……
A new government Identity badge, also containing her personal details, new photograph and physical particulars would be issued to her at the airport upon her arrival at the customs desk when she checked in for the flight……it would not alarm the real Oksana Bakay, it would not cause any confusion, arrest or the subsequent failure of her mission because the real Oksana Bakay would never get to the customs desk to be issued the badge in the first place……..and the new ID would suite the agent perfectly
As per normal the agent had to be in character for the interview with the airline…..therefore yet again she borrowed some of the real Oksana’s clothes
She had gone around to the flat early….by now it was second nature
She knew where everything was…….it was like visiting her own home
She had stripped off as per usual….being naked she threw her own scruffy clothes into a backpack
She had gone to the bathroom….made her face up with Oksana’s cosmetics….with her curly wig and wig cap gone she brushed her hair into a style that she had seen the girl wear when not in uniform
Satisfied she was off to the dresser….padding unashamedly and naked into a strangers bedroom…..a quick look inside the intimate draws and soon she produced a white pair of lacy bikini panties…..and then a plain padded full bra….once she snapped on the bra and stepped into the panties it was off to one of the closets where the girl stored her normal attire
There she took a gray pants suit that she felt was appropriate for an interview….the pants were a little flared at the bottom…the suit jacket was wide lapelled and synched in at the waist…..she placed them back on the hook…..she gently searched the girls hosiery draw,…eventually she found what she was looking for…..couldn’t find a gray or graphite colour…..but a dark black pair of knee length hold up stockings…..a tight white cotton short sleeved vest completed the look….aided also y one of Oksana’s thin gold chains and a bracelet or two…..oh….she was kind enough to leave some ear rings behind as well…a pair of gold studs worked great…she liked a girl who took pride in her appearance
So there was the agent, dressed and looking like Oksana Bakay…legs crossed over in a smart gray suit….in appearance and mannerisms she was in all reality Oksana Bakay……only a very close…a very close inspection indeed would reveal that she was not
All this work…the infiltration, the study and endless vocal repetition….all the risk….could not be jeopardized now by this aging prim donna
Plus the fact if she failed….she was a dead
The agent had been briefed on Boris Kravchenko….Svetlana’s lover…..Balanchuk was a name she had inherited when she had been married at 17…it had lasted for four months…..until Mr Balanchuk…..when drunk again…..had staggered into the path of a large truck
Well she was one many…she must now that…and they were younger too…plus a middle eastern boy she knew nothing about
Boris Kravchenko…in the old regime a used car salesman….he had made it big during the crash…when her beloved Motherland had temporarily lost control….
Kravchenko had robbed his own people blind by buying state assets cheap…way too cheap….it was a steal, literally so…and know he was using his vast wealth to interfere in state politics
Her people had plans for Boris Kravchenko….and they were not healthy plans either
Centre were not 100% sure why this bitch was required on the flight……but they suspected that Boris was a front man for a Western Intelligence Agency on this….and his cunt was to provide a service to someone else on that plane……
As his glass door crashed open he spun around on his high backed leather chair
‘Svitlana…always a pleasure….how can I help you today’ he smiled….a rather false smile that came to his middle aged face rather naturally
The woman went straight for that attack ‘Don’t you Svitlana me Max…I was promised that fucking special job next week’ she hissed
‘Yes….but’ attempted Maxim
‘Don’t but me…and don’t get that old hag…..who is listening outside ….the one you are secretly or not so secretly banging ……call me up and say I was bumped off that flight next week’ a reference to the middle aged but still shapely and good looking Anna
‘But……I….’ Maxim was cut off again
‘Boris said I was to be on that flight…and you were to arrange it….fucking simple Max’ Svetlana’s eyes were narrowed…hands on her hips….standing straight in all her height and self righteous glory…she was a lot taller than Maxim
‘Yes…I know….but the SBU want somebody neutral on it…somebody not connected…with ant sort of….’ Maxim stammered as he did not want to say the words ‘Crooks’ or ‘Mafia’
‘Boris and me are not fucking interested Max’ she looked mean
‘Svitlana…please take a seat’
‘Fuck the SBU’ shouted Svitlana
She did not move
‘Please my neck is hurting looking up all the time’ his look was pleading
Svitlana exhaled a big breath and threw her shoulder bag onto a nearby small brown leather couch.
She proceeded to pull back a chair opposite his desk……she sat down…and crossed her legs
With satisfaction she saw Maxim’s eyes shift to look at her legs….more of her legs and thighs in the off black tights were visible……her black felt boots too……
Inwardly she smiled….what was it with men with tights and stockings, especially combined with boots….after that they were generally and literally putty in her hands…a putty she could stiffen rather quickly
‘So…..I get the flight yes….it was arranged two days ago……Flight RUAIR LIV244 to Livonia…right…part of a crew of 3….plus flight crew…I know Marta, the old sow…did she complain’, Marta being the senior flight attendant allocated to that flight
‘No, no….I said before, it’s not our people…it’s the SBU….they are threatening’
She cut him off ‘So can Boris’
To emphasize the point shed nodded to the framed photograph of Maxims wife and kids ‘And how is Irina and the kids……well I hope….for now at least’
Maxim got angry know ‘Don’t threaten them…me yes…but keep them out of it’
‘Well…get me on that flight…again…..and not that little piece of kiddy skirt you have waiting outside’
The Agent had been sitting outside….pretending to be Oksana Bakay
The real Oksana was oblivious to all this…as far as she was concerned she was still scheduled as crew on RUAIR LIV 244…the agent was intercepting her email traffic and censoring what needed to be seen regarding that flight…..in fact the girl was at her sisters right now, and would be for three days….plenty of time for the agent to do her thing and get back out
She looked and sounded like Oksana….with her skills in mimicry and after months of research she should be …...her hair loose this time….as she was not in one of the girls uniforms and therefore off duty
She had requested this meeting using her recent clearance from state security as a pretext for complaint…..an SBU female officer had come to the girls flat to interview her….the agent in her full disguise as Oksana made the SBU never suspect that they were interviewing an imposter…the real Bakay was camping out at a lakeside retreat with a few friends…..the girls flat was really becoming a home from home for the agent….thank god the job was to start soon, it was all getting rather too familiar and mundane
The female SBU officer and her male partner had conducted a retina eye scan on her, on something looking like a laptop or notebook…..also her finger prints, which were false anyway……
A new government Identity badge, also containing her personal details, new photograph and physical particulars would be issued to her at the airport upon her arrival at the customs desk when she checked in for the flight……it would not alarm the real Oksana Bakay, it would not cause any confusion, arrest or the subsequent failure of her mission because the real Oksana Bakay would never get to the customs desk to be issued the badge in the first place……..and the new ID would suite the agent perfectly
As per normal the agent had to be in character for the interview with the airline…..therefore yet again she borrowed some of the real Oksana’s clothes
She had gone around to the flat early….by now it was second nature
She knew where everything was…….it was like visiting her own home
She had stripped off as per usual….being naked she threw her own scruffy clothes into a backpack
She had gone to the bathroom….made her face up with Oksana’s cosmetics….with her curly wig and wig cap gone she brushed her hair into a style that she had seen the girl wear when not in uniform
Satisfied she was off to the dresser….padding unashamedly and naked into a strangers bedroom…..a quick look inside the intimate draws and soon she produced a white pair of lacy bikini panties…..and then a plain padded full bra….once she snapped on the bra and stepped into the panties it was off to one of the closets where the girl stored her normal attire
There she took a gray pants suit that she felt was appropriate for an interview….the pants were a little flared at the bottom…the suit jacket was wide lapelled and synched in at the waist…..she placed them back on the hook…..she gently searched the girls hosiery draw,…eventually she found what she was looking for…..couldn’t find a gray or graphite colour…..but a dark black pair of knee length hold up stockings…..a tight white cotton short sleeved vest completed the look….aided also y one of Oksana’s thin gold chains and a bracelet or two…..oh….she was kind enough to leave some ear rings behind as well…a pair of gold studs worked great…she liked a girl who took pride in her appearance
So there was the agent, dressed and looking like Oksana Bakay…legs crossed over in a smart gray suit….in appearance and mannerisms she was in all reality Oksana Bakay……only a very close…a very close inspection indeed would reveal that she was not
All this work…the infiltration, the study and endless vocal repetition….all the risk….could not be jeopardized now by this aging prim donna
Plus the fact if she failed….she was a dead
The agent had been briefed on Boris Kravchenko….Svetlana’s lover…..Balanchuk was a name she had inherited when she had been married at 17…it had lasted for four months…..until Mr Balanchuk…..when drunk again…..had staggered into the path of a large truck
Well she was one many…she must now that…and they were younger too…plus a middle eastern boy she knew nothing about
Boris Kravchenko…in the old regime a used car salesman….he had made it big during the crash…when her beloved Motherland had temporarily lost control….
Kravchenko had robbed his own people blind by buying state assets cheap…way too cheap….it was a steal, literally so…and know he was using his vast wealth to interfere in state politics
Her people had plans for Boris Kravchenko….and they were not healthy plans either
Centre were not 100% sure why this bitch was required on the flight……but they suspected that Boris was a front man for a Western Intelligence Agency on this….and his cunt was to provide a service to someone else on that plane……
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
She must not be on that aircraft…..
For all intents and purposes Ms Bakay was an innocent In all this….and that’s why control identified her as a suitable candidate for substitution…..and luckily she was not married or with children…she just had a few friends and a crap boyfriend……in a loose relationship….not many people noticed her
But the agent’s people had…….
An intercom buzzed on Anna’s desk
A voice issued from the device ‘Anna…Please send in Ms Bakay’…..it was Max at the other end…even though he could have yelled from his chair
The agent smiled at the PA….the agent looked very demure, cute….quite harmless…after all she was only supposed to be a normal flight attendant….a pretty young girl just starting out in life……trying to have a career in a fickle and looks orientated profession
Anna smiled at her….what a nice looking girl, so smart in her gray suite…..her dark looks…..very pretty and innocent…she deserved better than going into that cesspit……and she had heard that loud mouth scum call her names…and no…she was not sleeping with Maxim, he was a good boss and that was it, but she knew of the rumours……the young girl before her deserved better than this….
‘Please Ms Bakay…go through’
The agent stood up, taking her handbag with her……well the real Oksana’s handbag……she smoothed her suit….it was creased a little…..afterwards she would need that expensive two hour dry cleaning service run by those superb Chinese guys in the old town…….they had made a pretty penny off her in the last few months
As an afterthought Anna said ‘Good Luck’
All coy the agent replied ‘Thank you’ and smiled, red lips and white teeth
She knew what was coming……she needed to be close…….get a good look and play this game out
The agent entered the office….looking a little nervous…small and vulnerable……it was all an act of course
Maxim stood up ‘Ah Oksana…please take a seat’
The blonde bitch had moved her chair off to the side of the desk…now facing the agent…as she herself was part of the interview process…her arrogance was breath taking….technically she was also an employee
With exaggerated feminine grace the agent sat of the chair provided……which faced both of them….she crossed her pant legs slowly…raising her low heeled black office shoe…black hose on her feet….very smart
She noted the look that Svitlana gave her......she did not smile…she had contempt in her eyes…..or was in envy
The agent was beautiful in her new persona and smartly attired….she was slim and healthy looking…in fact really fit
The agent could tell that Balanchuk was on the wane
Once……ten years ago she would have been stunning
But her good living was getting the better of her…..her once lithe and shapely body was turning soft….she was not fat by far….but she was soft in the flesh……her clothes stretched when she wore them…..underwear dug into rather than sat on her flesh…..her face, profile and neck were not as angled and sharp as they had once been
The agent also noted that she wore way too much makeup…….made her look a little cheap…as if she was hiding something, putting too much effort in……using too much beauty products could make a person less so, she was a classic case…...the agent surmised that earlier in her life she required less face paint…she had once been blessed by a natural beauty
Her clothes were good though…stylish and expensive brands
The agent noticed those off black tights and boots…black skirt….Hmmmm……her kind of look
She also noted under that white sweater…the bitch had large tits…bigger than hers
Envy could be a weakness in this woman…..she would assume the agent, in her guise as Oksana Bakay…. would be weak and submissive….compliant
Maxim smiled ‘thank you for coming Oksana…I hope this business as not inconvenienced you too much…the company will reimburse you of course’
The agent decided to show a little spirit ‘I am being bumped from RUAIR LIV244…aren’t I’
Maxim spluttered ‘Well yes and no…and….’
‘I trained hard and worked hard…it looks like I am being punished for something……’ said the agent…hoping to provoke a response……and did she get one
Svitlana sat forward, her kohl heavy eyes wide…she looked red in the face….a little mad…a little ill
‘Listen you little Fucker….you are off that flight…I am on it…so its no good making a formal complaint got it’
There was silence in the room…..Maxim looked down in embarrassment
The agent tried again ’But why….I know my job…….I know….’
Svitlana shouted ‘Know what…more than me…I was flying when you were still sucking your mothers tit back in the village girl….how dare you…replace me….who do you think you are’
‘I said have you got it…if you know what’s good for you ….you will get it…you got it sugar tits’ Svitlana was nearly screaming
The agent pretended to look perplexed……she knew that in a few short movements she could have rendered the tall woman useless……knocking her out was easy…to break her neck…..or strangle her with bare hands…a swift chop on her neck….it would have been easy and over in seconds…even though the woman was bigger than her….appeared more powerful, it did not matter……the woman looking bigger and stronger was irrelevant
The agent was a highly trained operative….and at times…when required could be lethal
Instead…she lowered her eyes in her best representation of a peasant girl….they like that these people….an outward display of subservience
She feigned being close to tears, after being shouted at
‘Yes…I got it’ she whispered
Svitlana wanted her pound of flesh
‘What was that Girl…are you dim or something….I can’t here you’
Louder the agent said ‘Yes…...I understand…..I am no longer on the flight’
‘Finally…it fucking thinks’ exclaimed Svitlana ‘Now you can go’
Maxim felt guilty, brutish having this young woman nearly in tears
‘It’s okay Oksana….we’ll find you something’ he consoled
‘Like hell’ said Svitlana ‘she will be lucky to do the Greenland run after trying to fuck me’
This irked Maxim
He stood up and gently took the agents arm and led her out of the office
Once outside the his office he closed the door behind him
‘Don’t be too upset Oksana…you still have a job and reputation with us….we’ll find you something suitable…exciting and not bloody Greenland either
He placed his index finger on her lowered chin and lifted…..swollen eyes looked at him ‘Hey’
The agent smiled…boy, she was good
Svitlana shouted from within the office
‘For fucks sake Max….get rid of that shit head, we have things to talk about…now’
Max looked at the agent who he thought was Oksana…..he bent close to her ear and whispered
‘I’ll do you a deal….if the lord looks down on us and that bitch gets knocked down by a train…..you are the first on my list for the light……deal’
He offered his hand to shake
‘You promise me’ she said
After that cute tone, how could he resist ‘I promise….I will call you if you are needed’
She smiled and offered her small hand to him ‘Deal…but I cannot afford a car, not alone a train’
They both giggled….even Anna who had heard the conversation
She turned to leave Anna mouthed the words ‘I will call you’
The agent mouthed the words ‘Thank you’
Nobody liked Svitlana…..and nobody would miss her either
Considering the bogus Ms Bakay had lost a plum job….she was smiling all the way out of the building
For all intents and purposes Ms Bakay was an innocent In all this….and that’s why control identified her as a suitable candidate for substitution…..and luckily she was not married or with children…she just had a few friends and a crap boyfriend……in a loose relationship….not many people noticed her
But the agent’s people had…….
An intercom buzzed on Anna’s desk
A voice issued from the device ‘Anna…Please send in Ms Bakay’…..it was Max at the other end…even though he could have yelled from his chair
The agent smiled at the PA….the agent looked very demure, cute….quite harmless…after all she was only supposed to be a normal flight attendant….a pretty young girl just starting out in life……trying to have a career in a fickle and looks orientated profession
Anna smiled at her….what a nice looking girl, so smart in her gray suite…..her dark looks…..very pretty and innocent…she deserved better than going into that cesspit……and she had heard that loud mouth scum call her names…and no…she was not sleeping with Maxim, he was a good boss and that was it, but she knew of the rumours……the young girl before her deserved better than this….
‘Please Ms Bakay…go through’
The agent stood up, taking her handbag with her……well the real Oksana’s handbag……she smoothed her suit….it was creased a little…..afterwards she would need that expensive two hour dry cleaning service run by those superb Chinese guys in the old town…….they had made a pretty penny off her in the last few months
As an afterthought Anna said ‘Good Luck’
All coy the agent replied ‘Thank you’ and smiled, red lips and white teeth
She knew what was coming……she needed to be close…….get a good look and play this game out
The agent entered the office….looking a little nervous…small and vulnerable……it was all an act of course
Maxim stood up ‘Ah Oksana…please take a seat’
The blonde bitch had moved her chair off to the side of the desk…now facing the agent…as she herself was part of the interview process…her arrogance was breath taking….technically she was also an employee
With exaggerated feminine grace the agent sat of the chair provided……which faced both of them….she crossed her pant legs slowly…raising her low heeled black office shoe…black hose on her feet….very smart
She noted the look that Svitlana gave her......she did not smile…she had contempt in her eyes…..or was in envy
The agent was beautiful in her new persona and smartly attired….she was slim and healthy looking…in fact really fit
The agent could tell that Balanchuk was on the wane
Once……ten years ago she would have been stunning
But her good living was getting the better of her…..her once lithe and shapely body was turning soft….she was not fat by far….but she was soft in the flesh……her clothes stretched when she wore them…..underwear dug into rather than sat on her flesh…..her face, profile and neck were not as angled and sharp as they had once been
The agent also noted that she wore way too much makeup…….made her look a little cheap…as if she was hiding something, putting too much effort in……using too much beauty products could make a person less so, she was a classic case…...the agent surmised that earlier in her life she required less face paint…she had once been blessed by a natural beauty
Her clothes were good though…stylish and expensive brands
The agent noticed those off black tights and boots…black skirt….Hmmmm……her kind of look
She also noted under that white sweater…the bitch had large tits…bigger than hers
Envy could be a weakness in this woman…..she would assume the agent, in her guise as Oksana Bakay…. would be weak and submissive….compliant
Maxim smiled ‘thank you for coming Oksana…I hope this business as not inconvenienced you too much…the company will reimburse you of course’
The agent decided to show a little spirit ‘I am being bumped from RUAIR LIV244…aren’t I’
Maxim spluttered ‘Well yes and no…and….’
‘I trained hard and worked hard…it looks like I am being punished for something……’ said the agent…hoping to provoke a response……and did she get one
Svitlana sat forward, her kohl heavy eyes wide…she looked red in the face….a little mad…a little ill
‘Listen you little Fucker….you are off that flight…I am on it…so its no good making a formal complaint got it’
There was silence in the room…..Maxim looked down in embarrassment
The agent tried again ’But why….I know my job…….I know….’
Svitlana shouted ‘Know what…more than me…I was flying when you were still sucking your mothers tit back in the village girl….how dare you…replace me….who do you think you are’
‘I said have you got it…if you know what’s good for you ….you will get it…you got it sugar tits’ Svitlana was nearly screaming
The agent pretended to look perplexed……she knew that in a few short movements she could have rendered the tall woman useless……knocking her out was easy…to break her neck…..or strangle her with bare hands…a swift chop on her neck….it would have been easy and over in seconds…even though the woman was bigger than her….appeared more powerful, it did not matter……the woman looking bigger and stronger was irrelevant
The agent was a highly trained operative….and at times…when required could be lethal
Instead…she lowered her eyes in her best representation of a peasant girl….they like that these people….an outward display of subservience
She feigned being close to tears, after being shouted at
‘Yes…I got it’ she whispered
Svitlana wanted her pound of flesh
‘What was that Girl…are you dim or something….I can’t here you’
Louder the agent said ‘Yes…...I understand…..I am no longer on the flight’
‘Finally…it fucking thinks’ exclaimed Svitlana ‘Now you can go’
Maxim felt guilty, brutish having this young woman nearly in tears
‘It’s okay Oksana….we’ll find you something’ he consoled
‘Like hell’ said Svitlana ‘she will be lucky to do the Greenland run after trying to fuck me’
This irked Maxim
He stood up and gently took the agents arm and led her out of the office
Once outside the his office he closed the door behind him
‘Don’t be too upset Oksana…you still have a job and reputation with us….we’ll find you something suitable…exciting and not bloody Greenland either
He placed his index finger on her lowered chin and lifted…..swollen eyes looked at him ‘Hey’
The agent smiled…boy, she was good
Svitlana shouted from within the office
‘For fucks sake Max….get rid of that shit head, we have things to talk about…now’
Max looked at the agent who he thought was Oksana…..he bent close to her ear and whispered
‘I’ll do you a deal….if the lord looks down on us and that bitch gets knocked down by a train…..you are the first on my list for the light……deal’
He offered his hand to shake
‘You promise me’ she said
After that cute tone, how could he resist ‘I promise….I will call you if you are needed’
She smiled and offered her small hand to him ‘Deal…but I cannot afford a car, not alone a train’
They both giggled….even Anna who had heard the conversation
She turned to leave Anna mouthed the words ‘I will call you’
The agent mouthed the words ‘Thank you’
Nobody liked Svitlana…..and nobody would miss her either
Considering the bogus Ms Bakay had lost a plum job….she was smiling all the way out of the building
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
astonishingly written 
but it's a repost, isn't ? nevertheless it is different from the earlier version I remember
I look forward to reading the rest of the tale
many thanks
but it's a repost, isn't ? nevertheless it is different from the earlier version I remember
I look forward to reading the rest of the tale
many thanks
