its midnight past....a Friday and just finished work....but I will try
Yes Ruritania...The Prisoner of Zenda, a name connected with Central/East European Germanic/Slav Kulter....in fiction, but based on the hybrid Hapsburg Empire....I had to choose a name that had a connection to Eastern Europe, the region is more akin to old Ruthenia and Austrian Galicia...The agents motherland is the big bad Slav brother and 'Steamroller' in the East all the way to the Pacific....guess who that could be.... wrote the first draft before the current Ukraine conflict...at the time Belarus had just intercepted a Ryan air flight to Latvia to arrest a dissident blogger, inspiration for the general plot....minus my sexy spy of course...Livonia is the ancient name of the now general Latvian region....hence my flight path....so made up names rather than offend....The story is set in modern times, but there is no date in the story.....and basically everyone is linked to the past, the past is an issue for the present and future
Hope it helps...working tomorrow....hope to post a little more on Sunday
THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
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jaegerhunde01
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
FAST FORWARD – THE PRESENT – THE AIRPORT CHECK IN…….
The transformed flight attendant kept striding towards her intended destination….she bristled in confidence…..she had the self awareness and secret pleasure that eyes would be watching her….more than likely they would be male eyes, but not necessarily so…..those eyes would be soaking in her body….her pert buttocks in a tight short skirt…..the beige skirt stretching and pulling tight on her legs as she walked…..legs encased in light tan nylon, sheer to waist…legs that were strong, long and toned….her high heeled court shoes clacking as she walked…..under her tunic she had a well shaped bust that strained the thin blouse underneath..….hanging from her shoulder was a leather bag….she was holding a small travel case….around her slim neck was a jaunty red neck scarf…..her hair tight, high on the forehead set in a tightly pinned bun….her airline side cap sat at spry angle on her dainty head…..mascara and eye shadow, face rouged, foundation glowed on her face….bright red lipstick…..it was uncanny….she really appeared to characterize the girl who she had stripped the clothes from….only a close acquaintance, and then being close up would identify that the girl in the stolen clothing was a complete fraud
With her hips swinging and her tight waistline the agent turned to her left….away from the main passenger concourse….away from the public check ins and large HD screen displays…away from the bright lights…away from the crowds…..away from the cameras…..away from people in general
She saw where she had to go….her pace was swift….no hesitation…..she was meant to go there, it showed in her behaviour….like she had carried out this routine many times…..her face showing no emotion
She went past a discreet sign ‘Flight Crew Check In’
She entered the annex corridor….it was darker than the main departure concourse……
There were two people in front of her at the check in station…..a male and a female were standing there
Both were showing their backs to the operative…..
She stopped at a discreet distance….waiting her turn…..there were two check in desks, both were manned and dealing with two people separately
The male was in uniform…..he was actually flight crew, she noted the gold rings on the sleeves of his dark navy blue jacket….a briefcase and black duffel bag at his feet….a white cap under his arm….he had gray hair…in his early fifties….he was talking to a male check in clerk employed by the airport authority
But she only gave him a cursory glance…….there was no obvious threat there
She was more interested in the female in uniform……..around her height….brunette brown hair in the shape a tight bun….a large black shiny plastic hair clip in place…..the hair on the back of her neck, a little wispy, her head moving as she talked to the female check in clerk behind her desk….gold earrings on her small ear lobes
The dark navy blue one piece uniform dress…….tight on this woman……the agent could see the contours and indentation of the bra underneath the dress that she had chosen to wear that day ……a thick rear band, evidence of the shoulder straps….a very supportive undergarment….
The woman had a thick waist, not fat but full……her backside was wide, like her hips….a plump and rounded ass…..there were no visible lines of any panties worn beneath...…she was probably wearing a half slip under there….the uniform dress ended above her knee’s, at the back of the dress was a back slit, or vent extension that enabled women who wore tight fitting fabrics to walk normally……her legs were sheathed in black tights or stockings…..
The woman’s dress would have fitted her….but the garment would not have been a perfect fit, it would have looked a little large on her upper body, loose on her more trim waste and hips….the agent had no bulge on her stomach….and the hemline would have hung lower on her knees…..most people would never have noticed….but a fellow professional would have…..and may have surmised that the dress, if worn had not belonged to her….
It was always the small things…an error in detail that had led to failure and possible catastrophe
The woman wore low heeled open shoes….navy blue…..they looked her size…..maybe a half size off
The woman had a bag hanging from her shoulder…….
At her feet was a travel case….no doubt filled with goodies like spare clothing and underwear…..
There was no sign that the woman’s uniform regulation required headgear…..
The agent had noted all this vital and intimate information in seconds……it was her skill, her trade
She was a connoisseur and expert in female disguise…..
The male and female crewmembers new each other, that was quite obvious as they shared comments between themselves….same Airline Company and probably on the same crew manifest….it appeared that they had a positive repartee with each other…they smiled at each other when they conversed….it all looked genuine
The woman in uniform turned….the agent caught a quick side profile….she instantly gauged her figure from the side…bosom….34B at a good guess…..surprising really, the agent had expected the woman to have been blessed with hefty and fleshy breasts, due to the woman being slightly overweight…….matching that what appeared to be a full, sturdy and supportive bra…..maybe she just liked bigger brassieres……...or just wanted to avoid the subsequent bra bulge if she had chosen a less restrictive and smaller design….
Her professional ponderings were interrupted…..
The transformed flight attendant kept striding towards her intended destination….she bristled in confidence…..she had the self awareness and secret pleasure that eyes would be watching her….more than likely they would be male eyes, but not necessarily so…..those eyes would be soaking in her body….her pert buttocks in a tight short skirt…..the beige skirt stretching and pulling tight on her legs as she walked…..legs encased in light tan nylon, sheer to waist…legs that were strong, long and toned….her high heeled court shoes clacking as she walked…..under her tunic she had a well shaped bust that strained the thin blouse underneath..….hanging from her shoulder was a leather bag….she was holding a small travel case….around her slim neck was a jaunty red neck scarf…..her hair tight, high on the forehead set in a tightly pinned bun….her airline side cap sat at spry angle on her dainty head…..mascara and eye shadow, face rouged, foundation glowed on her face….bright red lipstick…..it was uncanny….she really appeared to characterize the girl who she had stripped the clothes from….only a close acquaintance, and then being close up would identify that the girl in the stolen clothing was a complete fraud
With her hips swinging and her tight waistline the agent turned to her left….away from the main passenger concourse….away from the public check ins and large HD screen displays…away from the bright lights…away from the crowds…..away from the cameras…..away from people in general
She saw where she had to go….her pace was swift….no hesitation…..she was meant to go there, it showed in her behaviour….like she had carried out this routine many times…..her face showing no emotion
She went past a discreet sign ‘Flight Crew Check In’
She entered the annex corridor….it was darker than the main departure concourse……
There were two people in front of her at the check in station…..a male and a female were standing there
Both were showing their backs to the operative…..
She stopped at a discreet distance….waiting her turn…..there were two check in desks, both were manned and dealing with two people separately
The male was in uniform…..he was actually flight crew, she noted the gold rings on the sleeves of his dark navy blue jacket….a briefcase and black duffel bag at his feet….a white cap under his arm….he had gray hair…in his early fifties….he was talking to a male check in clerk employed by the airport authority
But she only gave him a cursory glance…….there was no obvious threat there
She was more interested in the female in uniform……..around her height….brunette brown hair in the shape a tight bun….a large black shiny plastic hair clip in place…..the hair on the back of her neck, a little wispy, her head moving as she talked to the female check in clerk behind her desk….gold earrings on her small ear lobes
The dark navy blue one piece uniform dress…….tight on this woman……the agent could see the contours and indentation of the bra underneath the dress that she had chosen to wear that day ……a thick rear band, evidence of the shoulder straps….a very supportive undergarment….
The woman had a thick waist, not fat but full……her backside was wide, like her hips….a plump and rounded ass…..there were no visible lines of any panties worn beneath...…she was probably wearing a half slip under there….the uniform dress ended above her knee’s, at the back of the dress was a back slit, or vent extension that enabled women who wore tight fitting fabrics to walk normally……her legs were sheathed in black tights or stockings…..
The woman’s dress would have fitted her….but the garment would not have been a perfect fit, it would have looked a little large on her upper body, loose on her more trim waste and hips….the agent had no bulge on her stomach….and the hemline would have hung lower on her knees…..most people would never have noticed….but a fellow professional would have…..and may have surmised that the dress, if worn had not belonged to her….
It was always the small things…an error in detail that had led to failure and possible catastrophe
The woman wore low heeled open shoes….navy blue…..they looked her size…..maybe a half size off
The woman had a bag hanging from her shoulder…….
At her feet was a travel case….no doubt filled with goodies like spare clothing and underwear…..
There was no sign that the woman’s uniform regulation required headgear…..
The agent had noted all this vital and intimate information in seconds……it was her skill, her trade
She was a connoisseur and expert in female disguise…..
The male and female crewmembers new each other, that was quite obvious as they shared comments between themselves….same Airline Company and probably on the same crew manifest….it appeared that they had a positive repartee with each other…they smiled at each other when they conversed….it all looked genuine
The woman in uniform turned….the agent caught a quick side profile….she instantly gauged her figure from the side…bosom….34B at a good guess…..surprising really, the agent had expected the woman to have been blessed with hefty and fleshy breasts, due to the woman being slightly overweight…….matching that what appeared to be a full, sturdy and supportive bra…..maybe she just liked bigger brassieres……...or just wanted to avoid the subsequent bra bulge if she had chosen a less restrictive and smaller design….
Her professional ponderings were interrupted…..
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jaegerhunde01
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
The man and woman finished their check in…..and retrieved their luggage…..
The agent caught another angle to the flight attendants profile…..…..catching the uniform logo on her curved breast…. It was an American airline…..her natural contempt never showed….she never broke her smile….her eyes disinterested
Not a bad looking woman….nice feminine features…..her skin was not really healthy looking, not fresh and vibrant, she was very pale….a lot of foundation, probably due to a bad diet…..as previously observed she carried a little weight, especially around her waist
But her imagination was overflowing with images…..she could not help herself…..
Her left hand would suddenly reach around from behind the unsuspecting woman…..the agents hand clamping tightly over the mouth….her right knee in the small of the back and a swift and harsh jerk backwards…..her right hand and fingers pinching a certain nerve located in the neck…..the woman would be unconscious and hers to do with in seconds
The agent would have her out of her clothes in less than five minutes flat……. The agent herself within the woman’s clothes in ten
The agent moved forward…….nonchalant and responsive
She hesitated slightly….the female clerk behind her tall workstation was middle aged….she wore too much makeup; …..
Another overly painted lady…….another all too common airport attraction
The woman was perched on a stool, her shiny tan stockinged legs crossed over
The woman was well passed her prime…..whereas the agent was young and gorgeous and dressed in an overtly sexualized uniform…..
She could do without the lack of civility and possible sarcasm…..plus the delay
She decided quickly to approach the man….regardless of his age he would no doubt appreciate her looks…her charm….her stolen outfit and busty chest
And as a bonus…..he was young
The guy behind the desk appeared normal and not the usual gay type that always seemed to be employed at airports in large numbers
‘Hello’ she said ‘Check In please, Ruritania Air’
He looked up and smiled….he liked what he saw and adjusted his tie ‘ID please Miss’….he had noted the lack of a wedding band
‘Ms’ she corrected
‘Sorry’ he said
‘No problem’ she said
His female colleague just looked in a knowing way and began inputting information on the keyboard below her
She placed the shoulder bag on a niche set in the desk….opened it and rummaged inside…..
She caught him stealing peaks at her chest……he immediately buried his head…his cheeks a little flushed
Inside the brown leather shoulder bag was where the unconscious and laid up real Oksana had stored her every day items……her cell phone was there….the agent did not require her own method of communication…..now she was a lone wolf……she had her orders
Within the confines of the bag were a selection of cosmetics, and other feminine items that were already well known to the agent….. all were used by her unwitting acolyte….a small pink purse….ladies hygiene products…..a brush…ah…spare pantyhose in a new cellophane packet, she may need those later…..but not much else, after all this was short haul…..there you go and there it was….an ID badge attached to a blue lanyard …..She presented the badge
The guy did not even check it properly …..The painted lady was talking very loudly on the phone, trying to ignore the superior competition
He typed away ‘Miss Oksana Bakay……RUAIR LIV244…..Livonia and back’
‘That’s me’ she chirped, all girl in her speech….the overly painted lady scowled when still looking at her monitor screen when typing
Well…not me really, just her clothes….she thought…..delighting in their ignorance…..poor Oksana’s uniform had made it this far…..the girl herself was chloroformed in the basement…..maybe directly right below them….two floors down…..and nearly naked…..life can be a real bummer for some people……bum being the word…..that was her last image of Oksana…….her bum with her panties up her ass
The male checked again…..ne noted that Oksana Bakay’s name had been flagged……
‘Okay Ms Bakay…..there was a change in personnel…..initially a Svitlana Balanchuk had your crew slot…..the rest of the crew went through already….the Senior flight attendant was asking about this Mrs Balanchuk….they were unaware of the crew change’ he smiled….his eyes flicked towards her tits…..
‘but head office changed the manifest yesterday…so you are confirmed and the senior flight attendant was notified’ he was looking at his screen
‘I gave her the printout of the details’
The agent just looked cute ‘Thank you’
‘My pleasure’ he smiled back
His colleague was just thinking ‘Good Grief’ and a pleasure it would be…….little miss fancy pants
Never in a thousand years would she have thought that the young woman before her….one of hundreds of the same type she had dealt with over the years……had attacked and rendered comatose the original owner of that uniform she now wore with such confidence….that this pretty little doll was an highly trained operative…and was on an assignment of great importance……..an assignment that could alter world events
The man, was just finishing inputting information and handing back the real Oksana’s identification badge when he said smiling
‘After being processed by security there will be further check by state’ he stated rather calmly
‘They will take it from there….have a nice flight’
The agent retrieved her badge and a printout provided by him ‘Thank You…Bye’
The young man paused, thought very quickly on something……finally he stirred up the courage
‘Sorry and all that…when you get back….ah…fancy a drink’….he was all smiles
She waggled her finger with a stolen ring ‘Sorry….engaged’ and shrugged her shoulders and turned around to leave
He watched her briefly….what a body.....s stunning piece of skirt…..well out of his league…..but still he had to try….one day it would pay off
‘Well….you never know’….he watched her leave towards the security station
‘That will teach you’ said the painted lady….smiling in triumph…..
The bogus flight attendant approached the security station…..the usual setup……an X Ray machine and a walk through metal detector …..Flanked by a male and female security team…..CCTV overlooked the whole operation…..No CCTV in the basement and service area’s though…idiots…..the big gap in security in this whole white elephant of an airport.
Back home they had camera’s everywhere…..even secret one’s in the rest rooms…..no one escaped State Security….not even when taking a shit.
The agent caught another angle to the flight attendants profile…..…..catching the uniform logo on her curved breast…. It was an American airline…..her natural contempt never showed….she never broke her smile….her eyes disinterested
Not a bad looking woman….nice feminine features…..her skin was not really healthy looking, not fresh and vibrant, she was very pale….a lot of foundation, probably due to a bad diet…..as previously observed she carried a little weight, especially around her waist
But her imagination was overflowing with images…..she could not help herself…..
Her left hand would suddenly reach around from behind the unsuspecting woman…..the agents hand clamping tightly over the mouth….her right knee in the small of the back and a swift and harsh jerk backwards…..her right hand and fingers pinching a certain nerve located in the neck…..the woman would be unconscious and hers to do with in seconds
The agent would have her out of her clothes in less than five minutes flat……. The agent herself within the woman’s clothes in ten
The agent moved forward…….nonchalant and responsive
She hesitated slightly….the female clerk behind her tall workstation was middle aged….she wore too much makeup; …..
Another overly painted lady…….another all too common airport attraction
The woman was perched on a stool, her shiny tan stockinged legs crossed over
The woman was well passed her prime…..whereas the agent was young and gorgeous and dressed in an overtly sexualized uniform…..
She could do without the lack of civility and possible sarcasm…..plus the delay
She decided quickly to approach the man….regardless of his age he would no doubt appreciate her looks…her charm….her stolen outfit and busty chest
And as a bonus…..he was young
The guy behind the desk appeared normal and not the usual gay type that always seemed to be employed at airports in large numbers
‘Hello’ she said ‘Check In please, Ruritania Air’
He looked up and smiled….he liked what he saw and adjusted his tie ‘ID please Miss’….he had noted the lack of a wedding band
‘Ms’ she corrected
‘Sorry’ he said
‘No problem’ she said
His female colleague just looked in a knowing way and began inputting information on the keyboard below her
She placed the shoulder bag on a niche set in the desk….opened it and rummaged inside…..
She caught him stealing peaks at her chest……he immediately buried his head…his cheeks a little flushed
Inside the brown leather shoulder bag was where the unconscious and laid up real Oksana had stored her every day items……her cell phone was there….the agent did not require her own method of communication…..now she was a lone wolf……she had her orders
Within the confines of the bag were a selection of cosmetics, and other feminine items that were already well known to the agent….. all were used by her unwitting acolyte….a small pink purse….ladies hygiene products…..a brush…ah…spare pantyhose in a new cellophane packet, she may need those later…..but not much else, after all this was short haul…..there you go and there it was….an ID badge attached to a blue lanyard …..She presented the badge
The guy did not even check it properly …..The painted lady was talking very loudly on the phone, trying to ignore the superior competition
He typed away ‘Miss Oksana Bakay……RUAIR LIV244…..Livonia and back’
‘That’s me’ she chirped, all girl in her speech….the overly painted lady scowled when still looking at her monitor screen when typing
Well…not me really, just her clothes….she thought…..delighting in their ignorance…..poor Oksana’s uniform had made it this far…..the girl herself was chloroformed in the basement…..maybe directly right below them….two floors down…..and nearly naked…..life can be a real bummer for some people……bum being the word…..that was her last image of Oksana…….her bum with her panties up her ass
The male checked again…..ne noted that Oksana Bakay’s name had been flagged……
‘Okay Ms Bakay…..there was a change in personnel…..initially a Svitlana Balanchuk had your crew slot…..the rest of the crew went through already….the Senior flight attendant was asking about this Mrs Balanchuk….they were unaware of the crew change’ he smiled….his eyes flicked towards her tits…..
‘but head office changed the manifest yesterday…so you are confirmed and the senior flight attendant was notified’ he was looking at his screen
‘I gave her the printout of the details’
The agent just looked cute ‘Thank you’
‘My pleasure’ he smiled back
His colleague was just thinking ‘Good Grief’ and a pleasure it would be…….little miss fancy pants
Never in a thousand years would she have thought that the young woman before her….one of hundreds of the same type she had dealt with over the years……had attacked and rendered comatose the original owner of that uniform she now wore with such confidence….that this pretty little doll was an highly trained operative…and was on an assignment of great importance……..an assignment that could alter world events
The man, was just finishing inputting information and handing back the real Oksana’s identification badge when he said smiling
‘After being processed by security there will be further check by state’ he stated rather calmly
‘They will take it from there….have a nice flight’
The agent retrieved her badge and a printout provided by him ‘Thank You…Bye’
The young man paused, thought very quickly on something……finally he stirred up the courage
‘Sorry and all that…when you get back….ah…fancy a drink’….he was all smiles
She waggled her finger with a stolen ring ‘Sorry….engaged’ and shrugged her shoulders and turned around to leave
He watched her briefly….what a body.....s stunning piece of skirt…..well out of his league…..but still he had to try….one day it would pay off
‘Well….you never know’….he watched her leave towards the security station
‘That will teach you’ said the painted lady….smiling in triumph…..
The bogus flight attendant approached the security station…..the usual setup……an X Ray machine and a walk through metal detector …..Flanked by a male and female security team…..CCTV overlooked the whole operation…..No CCTV in the basement and service area’s though…idiots…..the big gap in security in this whole white elephant of an airport.
Back home they had camera’s everywhere…..even secret one’s in the rest rooms…..no one escaped State Security….not even when taking a shit.
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Re: THE EUROPA CONUNDRUM
The lanyard and ID were now hanging from her neck
The badge itself was hanging over her full chest….she had placed it there intentionally for the benefit of the male guard…..she noted the female…..she had the complexion of rough concrete and the face of stone
She proceeded to fill the gray plastic container provided….
Her shoulder bag was placed inside……..
Her arms reached up….her finger reached for the side cap…….it was unclipped and placed in the container
She removed her short beige tunic……her boat neck short sleeved blouse was very see through…..the nude coloured bra recently removed from the real flight attendant was highly visible….
The agent remembered that the bra had still been warm from Oksana’s body heat when she had slipped it on and snapped it into place
The male security guard seemed not to notice her…..
An older man sat watching the X ray machine display……
She saw the unattractive female’s eyes twitch and look at her chest….then back again to her face….then back to the bra….
So she was interested……or jealous
She placed her case on the rollers…..whereby it began its journey
‘Anything else’ said the male guard…..she lifted her arms
‘Only me’ she smiled….the Guard looked…Yes…you would be enough he thought to himself
The rather plain female guard was less placating ‘belt in the box…shoes off…and through it goes’
The flight attendant obeyed the curt demand without responding
She placed the stiletto heels in the plastic tub…..thinking to herself…..not in a million years could you carry those off….bitch
The leather waist belt followed the rest of her purloined possessions
In stockinged feet she padded through the walk through metal detector…..her red varnished toe nails darker under the reinforced seams of the tights….
She caught the female guard looking at her feet….never thinking that another girl’s foot had been inside this gossamer and intimate garment……
‘Finished’ said the flight attendant- just a little tartly, said for affect of course
The guard nodded……’You may go through’….her voice was surprisingly soft, a nice female tone….plus the agent noted, she wore a wedding band on her finger….well, each to their own she concluded
Has the agent slipped her uniform tunic back on and stepped into her heels…..she noted that security were already focusing upon a fresh batch of new arrivals……a rather rowdy bunch of flight and cabin crew from Austrian Airlines……she briefly noted the blonde women…big framed with big tits….bright red uniforms with red stockings and shoes….
The bogus flight attendant reclaimed her case and moved on…. She was nearly through security….nearly…..two down one to go
Once suitably attired, in the guise of Oksana Bakay…… she once more carried her flight luggage further along the corridor….
Another corner was turned…once again her path was blocked….
Ahead was another male and female team……ready to ask her more questions……once more confirming who she was….or who she was not
This time they were younger…and fitter…… these two looked more formidable……and lethal
The thin man with a shaved head……a black suit and tie…polished shoes….a crisp white shirt…handsome enough, even with the broken nose…..and the scar on the left side of his neck
The female was clad in a black ladies pant suit…..stylish and flared, belted on her waist, not her hips…..open flat black heels in which she could run if required….inside those shoes were feet layered in black hosiery…..underneath the suit jacket, which was pinched at the waist she wore an open collared shirt……her breast bone with a gold chain was visible
She had a thin face…fit looking….and was lithe and not bad looking….not beautiful by far…but average enough for most men
Both were in a pose that suggested that they could react in a second to the slightest provocation……
Both looked like professionals ….they would no doubt be armed
The man spoke first
‘Ms Bakay…Oksana Bakay’ she was no smiling…by both of them
The agent pretended to show a little fear….after all; these two were SBU agents….state security…..
‘Yes…that’s right’
‘Flight RUAIR LIV244’ he enquired
‘That’s right’ she said timidly
‘Come with us’ he said
He led the way
The agent followed……followed by the female SBU agent in the well cut suit
The agent wondered if she was watching her ass….looking at her legs and stiletto heels….the bogus Oksana was always looking for an advantage…an edge…a weakness in another person…especially a weakness in another woman….it always helped if the woman was her size
They did not go far
The SBU male agent reached for a lever handle on a nondescript door….unmarked…he pulled the handle down…..opened and then pushed and then indicated for the flight attendant to step inside the room
She did so, followed by the two state agents
The room was lit…..overhead fluorescent lighting, a white cork ceiling with tiles….white walls….it was all very bright.….a large table…three chairs….no windows
On the table were electronic equipment items that the real Oksana would not recognise……she had no reason to……but the agent did and their purpose
A retinal scanning machine….a finger print analyser…all linked to what looked like an ordinary electronic notebook….this one was of German manufacture and familiar to the agent
The man said ‘Leave your shoulder bag and travel case on the other table…and sit down
Meekly she did so, depositing her baggage..…and then sat down, making an exaggerated display of the whole simple procedure….…crossing her silky tan legs….her uniform skirt rose highly on her thighs…her tan tights had no run guard as they were sheer to waist…..her nylon sheathed legs seemed to go on forever…..her stiletto heels concluding the effect
The agent’s tunic had pulled tightly on her back…..evidence of the bra worn underneath…just visible under the tight tunic
Her ample chest pushing forward……alluring….eye catching
The woman in the suit went to a corner….covering what she thought was an ordinary flight attendant….another little bitch with an ingrained peasant mentality…..dressed to the nines…trying to fuck her way to the top….tight clothes…revealing clothes….high heels and lots of makeup……the SBU agent already presumed that this one must be some fat assed old man’s mistress…
The man was operating the notebook…he had sat down opposite her
He had two files also on the table….he had opened one fully
She could see photographs of the real Oksana Bakay….large colour prints
He stopped typing….
He picked one up one of the colour prints….studied it for what seemed a long time….he then looked at her…..then back at the photograph……eventually he placed it back on top of the file
In time, after reading some of the notes he said
‘Place your right thumb onto the pad please’
She leaned over…. uncrossing her legs and placed her thumb on the pad
They waited for machine to carry out its task
Eventually there was a beep…..
And then he said…..
The badge itself was hanging over her full chest….she had placed it there intentionally for the benefit of the male guard…..she noted the female…..she had the complexion of rough concrete and the face of stone
She proceeded to fill the gray plastic container provided….
Her shoulder bag was placed inside……..
Her arms reached up….her finger reached for the side cap…….it was unclipped and placed in the container
She removed her short beige tunic……her boat neck short sleeved blouse was very see through…..the nude coloured bra recently removed from the real flight attendant was highly visible….
The agent remembered that the bra had still been warm from Oksana’s body heat when she had slipped it on and snapped it into place
The male security guard seemed not to notice her…..
An older man sat watching the X ray machine display……
She saw the unattractive female’s eyes twitch and look at her chest….then back again to her face….then back to the bra….
So she was interested……or jealous
She placed her case on the rollers…..whereby it began its journey
‘Anything else’ said the male guard…..she lifted her arms
‘Only me’ she smiled….the Guard looked…Yes…you would be enough he thought to himself
The rather plain female guard was less placating ‘belt in the box…shoes off…and through it goes’
The flight attendant obeyed the curt demand without responding
She placed the stiletto heels in the plastic tub…..thinking to herself…..not in a million years could you carry those off….bitch
The leather waist belt followed the rest of her purloined possessions
In stockinged feet she padded through the walk through metal detector…..her red varnished toe nails darker under the reinforced seams of the tights….
She caught the female guard looking at her feet….never thinking that another girl’s foot had been inside this gossamer and intimate garment……
‘Finished’ said the flight attendant- just a little tartly, said for affect of course
The guard nodded……’You may go through’….her voice was surprisingly soft, a nice female tone….plus the agent noted, she wore a wedding band on her finger….well, each to their own she concluded
Has the agent slipped her uniform tunic back on and stepped into her heels…..she noted that security were already focusing upon a fresh batch of new arrivals……a rather rowdy bunch of flight and cabin crew from Austrian Airlines……she briefly noted the blonde women…big framed with big tits….bright red uniforms with red stockings and shoes….
The bogus flight attendant reclaimed her case and moved on…. She was nearly through security….nearly…..two down one to go
Once suitably attired, in the guise of Oksana Bakay…… she once more carried her flight luggage further along the corridor….
Another corner was turned…once again her path was blocked….
Ahead was another male and female team……ready to ask her more questions……once more confirming who she was….or who she was not
This time they were younger…and fitter…… these two looked more formidable……and lethal
The thin man with a shaved head……a black suit and tie…polished shoes….a crisp white shirt…handsome enough, even with the broken nose…..and the scar on the left side of his neck
The female was clad in a black ladies pant suit…..stylish and flared, belted on her waist, not her hips…..open flat black heels in which she could run if required….inside those shoes were feet layered in black hosiery…..underneath the suit jacket, which was pinched at the waist she wore an open collared shirt……her breast bone with a gold chain was visible
She had a thin face…fit looking….and was lithe and not bad looking….not beautiful by far…but average enough for most men
Both were in a pose that suggested that they could react in a second to the slightest provocation……
Both looked like professionals ….they would no doubt be armed
The man spoke first
‘Ms Bakay…Oksana Bakay’ she was no smiling…by both of them
The agent pretended to show a little fear….after all; these two were SBU agents….state security…..
‘Yes…that’s right’
‘Flight RUAIR LIV244’ he enquired
‘That’s right’ she said timidly
‘Come with us’ he said
He led the way
The agent followed……followed by the female SBU agent in the well cut suit
The agent wondered if she was watching her ass….looking at her legs and stiletto heels….the bogus Oksana was always looking for an advantage…an edge…a weakness in another person…especially a weakness in another woman….it always helped if the woman was her size
They did not go far
The SBU male agent reached for a lever handle on a nondescript door….unmarked…he pulled the handle down…..opened and then pushed and then indicated for the flight attendant to step inside the room
She did so, followed by the two state agents
The room was lit…..overhead fluorescent lighting, a white cork ceiling with tiles….white walls….it was all very bright.….a large table…three chairs….no windows
On the table were electronic equipment items that the real Oksana would not recognise……she had no reason to……but the agent did and their purpose
A retinal scanning machine….a finger print analyser…all linked to what looked like an ordinary electronic notebook….this one was of German manufacture and familiar to the agent
The man said ‘Leave your shoulder bag and travel case on the other table…and sit down
Meekly she did so, depositing her baggage..…and then sat down, making an exaggerated display of the whole simple procedure….…crossing her silky tan legs….her uniform skirt rose highly on her thighs…her tan tights had no run guard as they were sheer to waist…..her nylon sheathed legs seemed to go on forever…..her stiletto heels concluding the effect
The agent’s tunic had pulled tightly on her back…..evidence of the bra worn underneath…just visible under the tight tunic
Her ample chest pushing forward……alluring….eye catching
The woman in the suit went to a corner….covering what she thought was an ordinary flight attendant….another little bitch with an ingrained peasant mentality…..dressed to the nines…trying to fuck her way to the top….tight clothes…revealing clothes….high heels and lots of makeup……the SBU agent already presumed that this one must be some fat assed old man’s mistress…
The man was operating the notebook…he had sat down opposite her
He had two files also on the table….he had opened one fully
She could see photographs of the real Oksana Bakay….large colour prints
He stopped typing….
He picked one up one of the colour prints….studied it for what seemed a long time….he then looked at her…..then back at the photograph……eventually he placed it back on top of the file
In time, after reading some of the notes he said
‘Place your right thumb onto the pad please’
She leaned over…. uncrossing her legs and placed her thumb on the pad
They waited for machine to carry out its task
Eventually there was a beep…..
And then he said…..
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‘Please stare into the web camera at the top of the laptop’
She did so…..
Again and finally a beep ensued
The SBU agent pressed a few keys…the odd tap or two….the room was deadly silent, oppressive and hot
Eventually he replied ‘Thank you Ms Bakay’……
She had obviously passed the scan on two counts….as she was assured to do so…
After all……..her biometrics had been taken by state security a few weeks back….the tests had been taken and conducted in the real Oksana’s flat….without the real Oksana’s knowledge…..the agent had also had the audacity to wear some of Oksana’s clothes, even a selection of her underwear during the interview……
The male looked at her, still not relaxing or taking the results for granted
‘Why were you not with the rest of the cabin crew when they arrived…as arranged buy your company?’
The agent pretended to be a little nervous, perplexed….as one would be if grilled by state security
She hesitated still…..playing the game
‘Well…’ he prompted in a hostile tone
The agent knew that she could not blame the traffic or a late taxi picking her up or………… any other example that blamed someone else….in their eyes the individual must be at fault….they wanted to find blame with her……they would keep digging until they found it
The airport cameras also recorded visual for any potential play back……if they were not satisfied they would hold her and check…regardless of time and would definitely miss the flight…. at worse thinking she was a common smuggler or tax evader….generally some creature conducting a lesser crime
But they would find something else ……………
They would see straight away that a person looking and dressed like her had arrived on time…and that she was followed, approached and escorted to a service elevator by another female in black jeans, leather jacket and with black curly shoulder length hair…. Also carrying on her back a black back pack…..and later, which matched her current timings …..that only the flight attendant had exited that said elevator
The agent feigned embarrassment, not looking him in the eye…she was ringing her hands
In a low voice she said
’Me and my boyfriend, well………’
Again a pause
‘Well what’ said the male, becoming more interested
‘We made a night of it….together….and didn’t hear the alarm clock’ she was red in the face ‘He dropped me off…his driving is not good……it is his mother’s car…….his mother thought he was at his friends and….and….’
The woman behind her sniggered…..imagining the little sex pot below her getting laid…flat out on her back…being pumped like never before….not an affair with a married boss….not really a boyfriend…a mummy’s boy….in other words two kids playing at adults’
The male tried not to laugh….but this he could understand as an excuse for one being delayed…sex…a carnal desire….raw and needy……it appealed to the ethics of the secret policeman……the beast in people
She saw the mockery in him…turned and saw the same in the woman….good
The agent pretended to lose her patience….but never her temper
‘What…you want fucking pictures…people not allowed to screw anymore…what is this…the good old days….before the uprising….the liberation’ her voice getting louder
The man stopped smiling, looking hard into her eyes
‘Okay….don‘t get your panties in a twist Girl’ it was more like a snarl…..thinking maybe she did not ware any in the first place
He looked at a transcript, recently printed at the front desk
He spoke ‘RUAIR LIV244……..the flight crew under Captain Martens, a co pilot……cabin crew…..Senior Flight Attendant Marta Kravets……cabin crew menials are….’ he pointed at her
‘Maslak Olga….Kushnir Kira……Rodchenko Ivan……’ and then he paused
That’s what state security did….they created fear….they ridiculed….caused anxiety……they shamed and dangle people’s lives on a thin thread…ready to yank and pull….they can give and they can take away…..
She waited
Until finally he closed the file
‘Bakay Oksana’
‘You may join your colleagues Ms Bakay’
She was still there….a face not comprehending
She was playing the stunned girl
‘Go on’…you’ll be even later than you are now….Mrs Kravets will brief you further’
The agent kept repeating
‘Thank You Sir’ as she retrieved her flight baggage
‘Thank You Madam’
In a nervous muddle and confused manner she exited the office….she nearly stumbled in her heels
She dropped her shoulder bag….bending over….the male agent sitting behind her
The short skirt rose even further….he had an eyeful there…he was sure he saw nude panties and ass cheeks…all under ladies tights
The female just shook her head….
It was a great act….the agent was an accomplished actress
As the self righteous SBU agents mocked the all so ‘Stupid Girl’ as she crashed out of the interview…a sardonic grin on both their faces that they would both later regret
Out of site….the ‘Stupid Girl’ had their backs to them…..they failed to see the evil look on the girls face, her pupils black and intense….an evil leer on her face
She was in…she was through security…..the aircraft was the next destination
The hunt was on
She did so…..
Again and finally a beep ensued
The SBU agent pressed a few keys…the odd tap or two….the room was deadly silent, oppressive and hot
Eventually he replied ‘Thank you Ms Bakay’……
She had obviously passed the scan on two counts….as she was assured to do so…
After all……..her biometrics had been taken by state security a few weeks back….the tests had been taken and conducted in the real Oksana’s flat….without the real Oksana’s knowledge…..the agent had also had the audacity to wear some of Oksana’s clothes, even a selection of her underwear during the interview……
The male looked at her, still not relaxing or taking the results for granted
‘Why were you not with the rest of the cabin crew when they arrived…as arranged buy your company?’
The agent pretended to be a little nervous, perplexed….as one would be if grilled by state security
She hesitated still…..playing the game
‘Well…’ he prompted in a hostile tone
The agent knew that she could not blame the traffic or a late taxi picking her up or………… any other example that blamed someone else….in their eyes the individual must be at fault….they wanted to find blame with her……they would keep digging until they found it
The airport cameras also recorded visual for any potential play back……if they were not satisfied they would hold her and check…regardless of time and would definitely miss the flight…. at worse thinking she was a common smuggler or tax evader….generally some creature conducting a lesser crime
But they would find something else ……………
They would see straight away that a person looking and dressed like her had arrived on time…and that she was followed, approached and escorted to a service elevator by another female in black jeans, leather jacket and with black curly shoulder length hair…. Also carrying on her back a black back pack…..and later, which matched her current timings …..that only the flight attendant had exited that said elevator
The agent feigned embarrassment, not looking him in the eye…she was ringing her hands
In a low voice she said
’Me and my boyfriend, well………’
Again a pause
‘Well what’ said the male, becoming more interested
‘We made a night of it….together….and didn’t hear the alarm clock’ she was red in the face ‘He dropped me off…his driving is not good……it is his mother’s car…….his mother thought he was at his friends and….and….’
The woman behind her sniggered…..imagining the little sex pot below her getting laid…flat out on her back…being pumped like never before….not an affair with a married boss….not really a boyfriend…a mummy’s boy….in other words two kids playing at adults’
The male tried not to laugh….but this he could understand as an excuse for one being delayed…sex…a carnal desire….raw and needy……it appealed to the ethics of the secret policeman……the beast in people
She saw the mockery in him…turned and saw the same in the woman….good
The agent pretended to lose her patience….but never her temper
‘What…you want fucking pictures…people not allowed to screw anymore…what is this…the good old days….before the uprising….the liberation’ her voice getting louder
The man stopped smiling, looking hard into her eyes
‘Okay….don‘t get your panties in a twist Girl’ it was more like a snarl…..thinking maybe she did not ware any in the first place
He looked at a transcript, recently printed at the front desk
He spoke ‘RUAIR LIV244……..the flight crew under Captain Martens, a co pilot……cabin crew…..Senior Flight Attendant Marta Kravets……cabin crew menials are….’ he pointed at her
‘Maslak Olga….Kushnir Kira……Rodchenko Ivan……’ and then he paused
That’s what state security did….they created fear….they ridiculed….caused anxiety……they shamed and dangle people’s lives on a thin thread…ready to yank and pull….they can give and they can take away…..
She waited
Until finally he closed the file
‘Bakay Oksana’
‘You may join your colleagues Ms Bakay’
She was still there….a face not comprehending
She was playing the stunned girl
‘Go on’…you’ll be even later than you are now….Mrs Kravets will brief you further’
The agent kept repeating
‘Thank You Sir’ as she retrieved her flight baggage
‘Thank You Madam’
In a nervous muddle and confused manner she exited the office….she nearly stumbled in her heels
She dropped her shoulder bag….bending over….the male agent sitting behind her
The short skirt rose even further….he had an eyeful there…he was sure he saw nude panties and ass cheeks…all under ladies tights
The female just shook her head….
It was a great act….the agent was an accomplished actress
As the self righteous SBU agents mocked the all so ‘Stupid Girl’ as she crashed out of the interview…a sardonic grin on both their faces that they would both later regret
Out of site….the ‘Stupid Girl’ had their backs to them…..they failed to see the evil look on the girls face, her pupils black and intense….an evil leer on her face
She was in…she was through security…..the aircraft was the next destination
The hunt was on
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THE AIRCRAFT
‘And where the hell have you been?’ barked the rather irate Senior Flight attendant
‘Sorry Mam’ said the agent
‘Don’t you sorry me, Young Lady…..Your first flight with me and you’re late’ stated Marta Kravets
‘This will not do at all’
Rather humbled the bogus Oksana looked at the floor ‘I got lost Mam……I took the wrong elevator ‘
’I then ended up in Arrival’s and had to get back quick…then security were all over me……and I mean all over me…..I am so sorry’
The lies came naturally….playing one off against the other
Marta’s face relaxed a little……she was over 40 now…..had been doing this job since she was young… like this one before her….those bastards at security had not helped either.
‘Well yes…because of you they were rather curt with me to’
She had been a beauty in her time…..and that time was now showing through
She had gained weight, she had a tummy now….she wore the same uniform colours as the girl in front of her…..but her skirt was longer…..down to the knees…legs not as toned as they had been…...not a mini like this young pup….in her day yes
Her blouse was the same as the girls in design, and in its transparency ….but at Marta’s age she now wore a more mature full slip underneath……plain cupped…..no lace…..her breasts not as pert or as rounded as when she was young….when unsupported they tended to sag….. and where heavy on her chest and back…her choice when in selecting a new brassiere was for comfort and support….not frills and lace…she liked to feel comfy nowadays
Her makeup was liberal….A light pink rose coloured lipstick….a little eye shadow…not much else…perfume musky…not sweet
Marta’s headgear and tunic were now in the storage locker within the airplane galley, at the rear of the plane…..her medium length, golden highlighted hair was still vibrant and well cared for, and it was free to her shoulders…..brushed and neat
No stiletto courts shoes for Marta, which she had noted on the feet of the young one, she would learn the hard way in time
But for the older woman it was a pair of beige coloured kitten heel shoes….a low heeled affair…..less of a strain on aging ankles…..her tan pantyhose, unnoticed by most mainly due to the fact that there was less of them to be seen….unlike the young girl…..the tights were rather denser in skin tone than those chosen by her younger subordinate
They must have been 30 denier at least and full support….they helped now to keep her tummy in……when one carried extra weight they were always too tight, hot and uncomfortable….nowadays, it was always a relief at the end of the working day to get out of them…...that and the high cut panty girdle…..but they were all warmer to wear……especially at altitude…and her husband never noticed anymore…..so what was the point…..she looked again at the young girl in front of her…an image of herself 20 years ago……so many dreams….so much ambition
The young flight attendant was still standing before her…looking all nervous…a little vulnerable
Those security hard heads probably gave her a bad time…plus the way she was dressed…a little leering to boot and sexist innuendo no doubt…they always did with the pretty ones…bullies they were
After all…she was only a girl…just starting out
Marta relented…..she was not the cruel sort…she had made her point
‘We will talk again at the end of the shift …Oksana’ she said more softly ‘now get your gear stowed away and yourself ready…… Olga and Ivan are in Economy…..Kira is serving Business class….you have the top slot young lady, you were highly recommended by head office…..I will explain later…… the passengers are boarding in 20 minutes’
The young woman’s face brightened and she was about to thank her
‘Well go on’ prompted Marta
‘Yes Mam’ and the counterfeit Oksana hurried into the aircraft……her bright white teeth set in a great smile
Marta watched her go
Inwardly thanking the powers to be and God in all his wisdom…… that that evil cow Svitlana….who for some reason unknown to her had not made the flight
Heavens be praised….Marta, who had known the woman for years couldn’t stand her….
The aircraft was an Airbus A220….two engines, a narrow body airliner…..new…..in the red, blue and yellow markings of RUAIR.
On the port side were rows of three seats…on the starboard….two……you had economy class, which was most of the airplane….business class….and a small first class compartment.
The business class was curtained off from economy….first class was curtained off from business and segregated even more by a bulkhead within the aircraft design ….all to the front of the aircraft near the actual flight crew….Pilot and Co pilot.
On today’s flight……First Class would act as a VIP area….no access to anyone except the captain and one flight attendant…one specially chosen by head office…..and state security
‘And where the hell have you been?’ barked the rather irate Senior Flight attendant
‘Sorry Mam’ said the agent
‘Don’t you sorry me, Young Lady…..Your first flight with me and you’re late’ stated Marta Kravets
‘This will not do at all’
Rather humbled the bogus Oksana looked at the floor ‘I got lost Mam……I took the wrong elevator ‘
’I then ended up in Arrival’s and had to get back quick…then security were all over me……and I mean all over me…..I am so sorry’
The lies came naturally….playing one off against the other
Marta’s face relaxed a little……she was over 40 now…..had been doing this job since she was young… like this one before her….those bastards at security had not helped either.
‘Well yes…because of you they were rather curt with me to’
She had been a beauty in her time…..and that time was now showing through
She had gained weight, she had a tummy now….she wore the same uniform colours as the girl in front of her…..but her skirt was longer…..down to the knees…legs not as toned as they had been…...not a mini like this young pup….in her day yes
Her blouse was the same as the girls in design, and in its transparency ….but at Marta’s age she now wore a more mature full slip underneath……plain cupped…..no lace…..her breasts not as pert or as rounded as when she was young….when unsupported they tended to sag….. and where heavy on her chest and back…her choice when in selecting a new brassiere was for comfort and support….not frills and lace…she liked to feel comfy nowadays
Her makeup was liberal….A light pink rose coloured lipstick….a little eye shadow…not much else…perfume musky…not sweet
Marta’s headgear and tunic were now in the storage locker within the airplane galley, at the rear of the plane…..her medium length, golden highlighted hair was still vibrant and well cared for, and it was free to her shoulders…..brushed and neat
No stiletto courts shoes for Marta, which she had noted on the feet of the young one, she would learn the hard way in time
But for the older woman it was a pair of beige coloured kitten heel shoes….a low heeled affair…..less of a strain on aging ankles…..her tan pantyhose, unnoticed by most mainly due to the fact that there was less of them to be seen….unlike the young girl…..the tights were rather denser in skin tone than those chosen by her younger subordinate
They must have been 30 denier at least and full support….they helped now to keep her tummy in……when one carried extra weight they were always too tight, hot and uncomfortable….nowadays, it was always a relief at the end of the working day to get out of them…...that and the high cut panty girdle…..but they were all warmer to wear……especially at altitude…and her husband never noticed anymore…..so what was the point…..she looked again at the young girl in front of her…an image of herself 20 years ago……so many dreams….so much ambition
The young flight attendant was still standing before her…looking all nervous…a little vulnerable
Those security hard heads probably gave her a bad time…plus the way she was dressed…a little leering to boot and sexist innuendo no doubt…they always did with the pretty ones…bullies they were
After all…she was only a girl…just starting out
Marta relented…..she was not the cruel sort…she had made her point
‘We will talk again at the end of the shift …Oksana’ she said more softly ‘now get your gear stowed away and yourself ready…… Olga and Ivan are in Economy…..Kira is serving Business class….you have the top slot young lady, you were highly recommended by head office…..I will explain later…… the passengers are boarding in 20 minutes’
The young woman’s face brightened and she was about to thank her
‘Well go on’ prompted Marta
‘Yes Mam’ and the counterfeit Oksana hurried into the aircraft……her bright white teeth set in a great smile
Marta watched her go
Inwardly thanking the powers to be and God in all his wisdom…… that that evil cow Svitlana….who for some reason unknown to her had not made the flight
Heavens be praised….Marta, who had known the woman for years couldn’t stand her….
The aircraft was an Airbus A220….two engines, a narrow body airliner…..new…..in the red, blue and yellow markings of RUAIR.
On the port side were rows of three seats…on the starboard….two……you had economy class, which was most of the airplane….business class….and a small first class compartment.
The business class was curtained off from economy….first class was curtained off from business and segregated even more by a bulkhead within the aircraft design ….all to the front of the aircraft near the actual flight crew….Pilot and Co pilot.
On today’s flight……First Class would act as a VIP area….no access to anyone except the captain and one flight attendant…one specially chosen by head office…..and state security
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The fake Oksana travelled down the empty airliner…..the smell of the forced air….the hum of the aircraft operating systems….the open hand luggage bins…she made her way to the mid section galley….
There she ran into a female who she new to be Olga Maslak….they had never met…..one of two other female flight attendants on duty this day.
The other woman looked around from what she was doing ‘Oh…Hello’
Here we go again thought the agent…….another Ruritanian fuck bunny out for blood.
The blonde young woman had a sly look…those Asiatic eyes left over from when Genghis Khan’s hordes had ravished these East European lands centuries ago…she was pretty…. Yes…. like most flight attendants were, except it seems in the UK or US, were political correctness had ruined the trade…but that is another story
She was the same age as the legitimate Oksana Bakay…..but did not have that homely girlish look that the other unfortunate flight attendant had naturally possessed…
This attendant standing in front ofher was a gold digger…..she had the look of someone who would put up a fight if required….it was a good job that she had not been the one selected by control for replacement….and not for the imposters safety either ….the imposter would have worked her over good…..it just would have been messy….unlike the ease it took when subduing the petite and genuine Oksana
Olga wore the same uniform as she….the same heavy makeup with scarlet red lips….hair high and tight, although blonde this time around….and it looked natural at its roots….she was wider hipped than Oksana…big thighs….long legged and she wore pump style heels…..it appeared that RUAIR had no standardized shoe policy…..her hose were 5 or 10 denier…with that skirt…….they must be sheer to waist….
The other female grinned ‘She rip you a new one’
‘You bet……’ said the imposter as she stowed her tunic, side cap, case and shoulder bag in the crew stowage compartment
‘Ah….her bark is worse than her bite’ said Olga ‘she’s getting past it….and knows it’
‘She’s not that old’ still playing the twenty something novice
Olga turned around and checked some of the galley equipment…..the imposter stole a glance at that shapely bottom in the cream coloured mini skirt….there was an outline of the panties underneath….must be bikini style….the blouse tightened on her back……her bra’s band was thick……an intricate flower and lace pattern was on display…on display for someone to scratch their crotch over…….otherwise why wear it under that translucent blouse……
The unsuspecting Olga turned around and continued with her irrelevant observations
‘It is in this game’ mused Olga ‘I do not expect to be still trawling the skies at her age…..by then I’ll find myself a rich man….French or Italian……someone in property’
‘Good Luck’ smiled the imposter
Olga stood up straight……licked her red lips…..as she ran both her hands, rings and red manicured nails on long fingers….. down her full and shapely body…hands resting briefly on lacy, scallop trimmed and very full bra cups…..she wriggled her hips…….
’Luck…..my Dear little Doe eyed princess……has nothing to do with it’
Doe eyed princess ……the agent ignored the remark…..good god, she was a good actress…..if only the cheap slut knew how close she could be to breathing her last
Luckily, before any more annoying wise cracks and pointless conversation took place…and on the very real possibility of the imposter losing her patience and knocking the cheap whore out…….Ivan came up from the rear of the plan
Olga whispered ‘He’s a Pushti’……she paused ‘and a creep…he likes to wear girls clothes’
It seemed that Maslak did not have a good word for anyone…just vitriol and spite…...probably not even for the imposters false persona, which was very polite and charming ……..
‘Maybe also a Jew’ sneered Maslak ……
Our imposter now looked around the small cabin……was there a place that she could hide this soon to be unconscious twat……and when tightly gagged and bound she would give the rest of the world a bit of piece and quite…..
Olga also looked around the cabin wondering what this Oksana girl was looking for
The agent was still smiling and whispered back through her closed teeth
‘I can see that’…..it was only a thought…..work before pleasure
‘Hi’ said a screechy voiced male attendant…wearing a beige suit…..burgundy tie on a white shirt.
‘You must be Oksana…Welcome’ said the smallish man…about the same height of the girls, even in their heels, same girth….a thin face and young….short Curley black hair ‘Can’t wait to work with you Dear’
‘Thank You Ivan’ said the imposter…who noted the male attendant give her the once over……but not in the way a real man would…..this was in a way that said ‘Hey….wouldn’t all your clothes look better on me….and I mean all your clothes Sweetie’
Inside she reeled…..this kind of behaviour would never be tolerated back home…..it was like an infection…..a good cure for this one would be spell out East….at government expense
She was still smiling when…..luckily….because these two were stretching her professional patience very thin….very thin indeed….although she now came across as a shy, twenty something……the perfect image of a petite and demure flight attendant ….that was what she was not…..she was lethal and could have killed these decadent idiots in five seconds…….the cabin speaker kicked in
‘Oksana……report to the forward port side door’
She moved quickly away….Olga quipped ‘Teachers pet…..’ in departing
The imposter under her breath hissed ‘Give me strength’
There she ran into a female who she new to be Olga Maslak….they had never met…..one of two other female flight attendants on duty this day.
The other woman looked around from what she was doing ‘Oh…Hello’
Here we go again thought the agent…….another Ruritanian fuck bunny out for blood.
The blonde young woman had a sly look…those Asiatic eyes left over from when Genghis Khan’s hordes had ravished these East European lands centuries ago…she was pretty…. Yes…. like most flight attendants were, except it seems in the UK or US, were political correctness had ruined the trade…but that is another story
She was the same age as the legitimate Oksana Bakay…..but did not have that homely girlish look that the other unfortunate flight attendant had naturally possessed…
This attendant standing in front ofher was a gold digger…..she had the look of someone who would put up a fight if required….it was a good job that she had not been the one selected by control for replacement….and not for the imposters safety either ….the imposter would have worked her over good…..it just would have been messy….unlike the ease it took when subduing the petite and genuine Oksana
Olga wore the same uniform as she….the same heavy makeup with scarlet red lips….hair high and tight, although blonde this time around….and it looked natural at its roots….she was wider hipped than Oksana…big thighs….long legged and she wore pump style heels…..it appeared that RUAIR had no standardized shoe policy…..her hose were 5 or 10 denier…with that skirt…….they must be sheer to waist….
The other female grinned ‘She rip you a new one’
‘You bet……’ said the imposter as she stowed her tunic, side cap, case and shoulder bag in the crew stowage compartment
‘Ah….her bark is worse than her bite’ said Olga ‘she’s getting past it….and knows it’
‘She’s not that old’ still playing the twenty something novice
Olga turned around and checked some of the galley equipment…..the imposter stole a glance at that shapely bottom in the cream coloured mini skirt….there was an outline of the panties underneath….must be bikini style….the blouse tightened on her back……her bra’s band was thick……an intricate flower and lace pattern was on display…on display for someone to scratch their crotch over…….otherwise why wear it under that translucent blouse……
The unsuspecting Olga turned around and continued with her irrelevant observations
‘It is in this game’ mused Olga ‘I do not expect to be still trawling the skies at her age…..by then I’ll find myself a rich man….French or Italian……someone in property’
‘Good Luck’ smiled the imposter
Olga stood up straight……licked her red lips…..as she ran both her hands, rings and red manicured nails on long fingers….. down her full and shapely body…hands resting briefly on lacy, scallop trimmed and very full bra cups…..she wriggled her hips…….
’Luck…..my Dear little Doe eyed princess……has nothing to do with it’
Doe eyed princess ……the agent ignored the remark…..good god, she was a good actress…..if only the cheap slut knew how close she could be to breathing her last
Luckily, before any more annoying wise cracks and pointless conversation took place…and on the very real possibility of the imposter losing her patience and knocking the cheap whore out…….Ivan came up from the rear of the plan
Olga whispered ‘He’s a Pushti’……she paused ‘and a creep…he likes to wear girls clothes’
It seemed that Maslak did not have a good word for anyone…just vitriol and spite…...probably not even for the imposters false persona, which was very polite and charming ……..
‘Maybe also a Jew’ sneered Maslak ……
Our imposter now looked around the small cabin……was there a place that she could hide this soon to be unconscious twat……and when tightly gagged and bound she would give the rest of the world a bit of piece and quite…..
Olga also looked around the cabin wondering what this Oksana girl was looking for
The agent was still smiling and whispered back through her closed teeth
‘I can see that’…..it was only a thought…..work before pleasure
‘Hi’ said a screechy voiced male attendant…wearing a beige suit…..burgundy tie on a white shirt.
‘You must be Oksana…Welcome’ said the smallish man…about the same height of the girls, even in their heels, same girth….a thin face and young….short Curley black hair ‘Can’t wait to work with you Dear’
‘Thank You Ivan’ said the imposter…who noted the male attendant give her the once over……but not in the way a real man would…..this was in a way that said ‘Hey….wouldn’t all your clothes look better on me….and I mean all your clothes Sweetie’
Inside she reeled…..this kind of behaviour would never be tolerated back home…..it was like an infection…..a good cure for this one would be spell out East….at government expense
She was still smiling when…..luckily….because these two were stretching her professional patience very thin….very thin indeed….although she now came across as a shy, twenty something……the perfect image of a petite and demure flight attendant ….that was what she was not…..she was lethal and could have killed these decadent idiots in five seconds…….the cabin speaker kicked in
‘Oksana……report to the forward port side door’
She moved quickly away….Olga quipped ‘Teachers pet…..’ in departing
The imposter under her breath hissed ‘Give me strength’
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As Oksana turned around and quickly strode away Ivan watched her go……his eyes narrowed….he licked his thin, somewhat suspicious very red lips…his mouth beginning to salivate as his rather vivid imagination began to imagine all sorts of sordid scenarios….
‘Nice legs’, his arms crossed in front of his chest, head tilted to one side in examination
The blonde Olga looked to what Ivan was intently studying, she saw Oksana, her hips swaying in the tight skirt….her rounded and fit ass…..legs in tights…..her bra highly visible underneath that blouse…..her bobbed hair….quickly receding down the plane…..
She clicked her tongue in disgust…..exhaling a deep breath….her chest rose…..remembering that her bra was just as visible….and lacy, and more provocative
She turned on Ivan and in his face acidly spat the words ‘Why….you want her stockings and shoes’
Ivan sniffed the air, and in feigned outrage he turned on his heel, lastly he turned himself and hissed back ‘Bitch’ and stormed off aft.
Olga barked after him ‘and stay away from my stuff….buy your own….fucking pervert’
Ivan briefly looked over his shoulder and dismissively said ‘You’re not my style Dear’
That angered Olga even more…..inwardly thinking what was wrong with her outfit
She was going to say something but decided to check the overheads instead……..
The agent reached the forward portside door…currently opened onto the connecting passenger jet bridge
Marta was there waiting……next to a control panel that also was equipped with an intercom
Standing next to her was another young woman in the same uniform as them all
Kira Kushnir was a dark haired girl…..her hair was straight cut, normally worn long and over her slender shoulders, this day she had her hair tied back…held with a black scrunchie….therefore hanging long and loose
She had a thin face, small nose…..hazel eyes….thin eye brows…..used a modest quantity of cosmetics on her rather pretty face…her lips were coated in light pink lipstick…she had a small thin mouth
She had a long neck…..a fine and thin gold necklace was evident on an unblemished white chest
She had a fine figure…..a full bosom….she was a smaller bust size than Oksana……a thin waist and nice hips……
She wore the same uniform as Olga and Oksana…a short skirt, tan tights , a darker shade than Oksana’s on fine looking long legs……a thin translucent blouse
She wore a full plain camisole over her bra underneath…….she was much more conservative in appearance than the other two young females
She wore sensible heels…..a beige pair of ladies shoes
‘Okay Oksana……you met those two back there’ said Marta
The agent took the initiative with the conversation
‘Yes’ she rolled her eyes
‘But we and Kira have worked together before’ said Oksana
Kira’s eyes narrowed……she was staring at the agents face, trying to recognise the voice
Finally the scowl on her face relaxed….she grinned
‘I remember Oksana…..we flew the Helsinki run a couple of times…..about two of them…..maybe four months ago’ she said
‘How have you been Oksana….everything okay in life’
The agent replied ‘Yes, I suppose…up and down but generally okay’
‘You alright’ asked the imposter
Not bad…work is work…and work is pay’ smiled Kira
‘That’s true’
‘How is it with that guy you were with….you seemed keen on him’ said Oksana
‘Oh….Maryk….we were married two weeks ago’ stated Kira, who showed the agent her newly acquired ring
Oksana smiled ‘Oh….congratulations’ and reached for Kira’s hands, her finger nails sported lavender coloured nail varnish……our agent wondered if her unseen toes….under the seams of her tights sported the same colour
‘Oh’ feigned Oksana ‘it’s gorgeous’…….she lied, the ring and its stone looked very run of the mill ans not that expensive….but still she surmised, it was the thought that counted
Marta piped up ‘Yes quite…..you two come across as normal’ her gaze lingered ‘I hope’
The two young girls looked at Marta, and rolled their demure kohl lined eyes
All three women chuckled at the expense of their rather extroverted colleagues
Marta regained and composed her wits……and her professional demeanour
‘Okay…back to work you two’
‘So anyway….the Captain is already on board…..Captain Martens and his second….Officer Krilov…..they are prepping the aircraft for flight’….there was a constant hum in the background of machinery
‘This is what I want you to do…it’s important before economy class start to arrive’
She paused and looked at the new girl….so much like her when she started……and anyway….she was not a big fan of that Olga….all tits and ass and too familiar with some of the passengers…she was always fishing that one….this job required a little class, a little decorum in a lady……Olga was a little to crass…….a little too cheap……she looked at both the girls in front of her…… the all too derisory and transparent blouse’s…..designed to expose one’s underwear worn below…..the too short a skirt, legs and thighs….and then Marta at her own more modest attire….bloody airline…..
Nowadays they make them all look like they are on the game…..women of the night
When she started the job they all wore nice looking and formal dress suites….stewardess’s they were called the…..in those days they did have class
‘Nice legs’, his arms crossed in front of his chest, head tilted to one side in examination
The blonde Olga looked to what Ivan was intently studying, she saw Oksana, her hips swaying in the tight skirt….her rounded and fit ass…..legs in tights…..her bra highly visible underneath that blouse…..her bobbed hair….quickly receding down the plane…..
She clicked her tongue in disgust…..exhaling a deep breath….her chest rose…..remembering that her bra was just as visible….and lacy, and more provocative
She turned on Ivan and in his face acidly spat the words ‘Why….you want her stockings and shoes’
Ivan sniffed the air, and in feigned outrage he turned on his heel, lastly he turned himself and hissed back ‘Bitch’ and stormed off aft.
Olga barked after him ‘and stay away from my stuff….buy your own….fucking pervert’
Ivan briefly looked over his shoulder and dismissively said ‘You’re not my style Dear’
That angered Olga even more…..inwardly thinking what was wrong with her outfit
She was going to say something but decided to check the overheads instead……..
The agent reached the forward portside door…currently opened onto the connecting passenger jet bridge
Marta was there waiting……next to a control panel that also was equipped with an intercom
Standing next to her was another young woman in the same uniform as them all
Kira Kushnir was a dark haired girl…..her hair was straight cut, normally worn long and over her slender shoulders, this day she had her hair tied back…held with a black scrunchie….therefore hanging long and loose
She had a thin face, small nose…..hazel eyes….thin eye brows…..used a modest quantity of cosmetics on her rather pretty face…her lips were coated in light pink lipstick…she had a small thin mouth
She had a long neck…..a fine and thin gold necklace was evident on an unblemished white chest
She had a fine figure…..a full bosom….she was a smaller bust size than Oksana……a thin waist and nice hips……
She wore the same uniform as Olga and Oksana…a short skirt, tan tights , a darker shade than Oksana’s on fine looking long legs……a thin translucent blouse
She wore a full plain camisole over her bra underneath…….she was much more conservative in appearance than the other two young females
She wore sensible heels…..a beige pair of ladies shoes
‘Okay Oksana……you met those two back there’ said Marta
The agent took the initiative with the conversation
‘Yes’ she rolled her eyes
‘But we and Kira have worked together before’ said Oksana
Kira’s eyes narrowed……she was staring at the agents face, trying to recognise the voice
Finally the scowl on her face relaxed….she grinned
‘I remember Oksana…..we flew the Helsinki run a couple of times…..about two of them…..maybe four months ago’ she said
‘How have you been Oksana….everything okay in life’
The agent replied ‘Yes, I suppose…up and down but generally okay’
‘You alright’ asked the imposter
Not bad…work is work…and work is pay’ smiled Kira
‘That’s true’
‘How is it with that guy you were with….you seemed keen on him’ said Oksana
‘Oh….Maryk….we were married two weeks ago’ stated Kira, who showed the agent her newly acquired ring
Oksana smiled ‘Oh….congratulations’ and reached for Kira’s hands, her finger nails sported lavender coloured nail varnish……our agent wondered if her unseen toes….under the seams of her tights sported the same colour
‘Oh’ feigned Oksana ‘it’s gorgeous’…….she lied, the ring and its stone looked very run of the mill ans not that expensive….but still she surmised, it was the thought that counted
Marta piped up ‘Yes quite…..you two come across as normal’ her gaze lingered ‘I hope’
The two young girls looked at Marta, and rolled their demure kohl lined eyes
All three women chuckled at the expense of their rather extroverted colleagues
Marta regained and composed her wits……and her professional demeanour
‘Okay…back to work you two’
‘So anyway….the Captain is already on board…..Captain Martens and his second….Officer Krilov…..they are prepping the aircraft for flight’….there was a constant hum in the background of machinery
‘This is what I want you to do…it’s important before economy class start to arrive’
She paused and looked at the new girl….so much like her when she started……and anyway….she was not a big fan of that Olga….all tits and ass and too familiar with some of the passengers…she was always fishing that one….this job required a little class, a little decorum in a lady……Olga was a little to crass…….a little too cheap……she looked at both the girls in front of her…… the all too derisory and transparent blouse’s…..designed to expose one’s underwear worn below…..the too short a skirt, legs and thighs….and then Marta at her own more modest attire….bloody airline…..
Nowadays they make them all look like they are on the game…..women of the night
When she started the job they all wore nice looking and formal dress suites….stewardess’s they were called the…..in those days they did have class
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Marta Kravets continued in a bureaucratic tone
We have VIPs on this trip…..within First class, they are more than that….and they are also segregated from the rest of the aircraft’ she paused
‘You Oksana….my orders are not to pry….but you were chosen as second choice….by head office and state security…..to look after all the needs of the VIPs on this flight…..from that high recommendation I guess that you know what you are about’
She stared at Oksana…….letting her message sink in
‘Yes Madam’ she replied
‘Call me Marta….except in the presence of our exalted passengers’ she sarcastically replied
Marta continued
‘Kira I know well, she has worked for me many times…she as the responsibilities in business class which also doubles as our first class space on this trip’
She reached up and reset a thermostat switch
‘The other two idiots will run economy…passing out Pepsi, peanuts and the odd sandwich…hopefully they will not screw that up’
She looked at Kira ‘Keep an eye on Olga…she needs watching…she’s lazy and accident prone’ …..Kira nodded in understanding
Kira again ‘And Ivan…’ she raised her slim eyebrows ‘is he up to his old tricks’
Marta sighed ‘Maybe…..the Police haven’t arrested him yet’
Oksana gave a confused look…it would have been expected with someone being new to this crew…
Kira saw her colleagues questioning look……and began with an explanation
‘Keep an eye on your possessions if he is around…too close….or he disappears and you are not there to look after them’
‘Why’
‘Things go missing…cosmetics…..jewellery….flight bags are rummaged through…….underwear goes missing….tights….panties…a bra….maybe a swimsuit or a T shirt….you get my drift’
‘Why is he still employed here’ asked Oksana...confused and feigning a little outrage
‘His uncle….big in the business…say no more’
Marta chipped in ‘my friend…..Steffi……we joined together…..she was in the company air crew lounge in Malmo…. caught him red handed in the female locker room…. with a pair of her panties…taken from her flight bag…..’
‘And’ said Oksana
‘She was paid off and fired….no pension though’ she shrugged ‘so we all keep our mouths shut’
There was an awkward silence
The imposter dressed as Oksana broke the feeling of awkwardness and cute embarrassment
‘How many in the VIP party’, Marta’ she knew the answer already, she knew about Ivan too……but she would play the game to the full.
‘Two…male and female’ said the senior attendant
‘Any special requirements’ said Oksana
‘Anything they want and desire’ said Marta ‘Speak only when spoken too’
Marta added more ‘You will be mainly interacting with their personal assistant……a certain Miss Juta Repse….a Livonian national’
Oksana nodded
At first Marta was alarmed that Oksana may have misunderstood her instructions on ‘Anything that they would desire’…….with the likes of Olga that would mean ‘Anything;…..even on board an aircrafts restroom….how disgusting
Then she remembered that this was not Olga……Oksana appeared quite respectable..…
If it was Olga standing before her…or that Svitlana who was originally supposed to be there, then she would had to remind them in person
‘And that does not mean you…. either’
All three females stopped their pondering…someone was coming
They could hear heavy footsteps coming down the jet bridge….a dump thumping sound on the rubber coated walkway….heard above the noise of the ever ready aircraft
Marta again ‘Oh…..they have their own security by the way….I guess this is it’
All three waited….standing straight backed, hands clasped low in front of them……the pose they were all trained in….looking up into the interior of the jet bridge……. until finally a man in a black suit and trench coat appeared from around the bend in the tunnel
He was a tall, strong looking man…..
He was dark in features, his skin olive in tone, his short hair dark black……there was a lot of Circassian blood running through his veins.
His face and neck looked lean….he had no stomach…...he was also adorned with a moustache….…as he got closer he looked to be in his early thirties…his shoes were spit shined polished, he wore a crisp white shirt…his tie shiny, black and thin…..….he approached the flight attendants with confidence….his dark eyes were everywhere……scanning….probing
He was not the only one conducting lessons in profiling…..Oksana, outwardly placid……but was watching him while outwardly feigning female servility….and noted instantly that when he looked at them…..it was not as a normal meeting between a man and woman……he was only scrutinizing them to see if they concealed any kind of lethal weapon on their person……were they a threat
There was none of those long stares aimed at their tits……the flick of the eye towards their legs or backsides……more so he held their gaze….looking into the eyes……trying to see what was behind the pretty faces…..she recognized a fellow professional when she saw one
She was all smiles…..so feminine…..in her smart and sexualized uniform….
The man reached them and said ‘Adamchuk…….State Security’
The imposter new the name already….and the reputation behind it
His first name ……Taras…an old name for a new breed…..Adamchuk.
Ruritanian State Security …high level SBU…like is father before him….except his father had been one of us….deep at the heart of the regime.
Since those traitors had aligned themselves with the West he had indulged in all their schools of espionage…all their nefarious methods …American…Israeli…British and the German…..he was one of their best…and he knew us as well….but not me….maybe he had heard of me….a rumour there…the odd report…..but there was no face to a name…especially if the face kept changing…..like the voice……always in another’s clothes…..in someone else’s persona….constantly moving
Marta, being the senior spoke first ‘Welcome Sir, we are expecting you’
He nodded ‘Any issue’s I should know of’……he had a deep, hoarse and baritone voice…a voice used to issuing commands…and having those commands obeyed
The imposter, cute….impassive and silent throughout ……Hello….here I am …it is me you are looking for…..standing in right in front of you…..do you recognize me……I think not
‘No Sir, all is as it should be’ said Marta
‘Any problems with the crew’ he looked briefly at Oksana
It took only a second to reply, but Marta kravets clever brain was working overtime
She had been briefed earlier by the head of airline dispatch himself….and his Boss
We have VIPs on this trip…..within First class, they are more than that….and they are also segregated from the rest of the aircraft’ she paused
‘You Oksana….my orders are not to pry….but you were chosen as second choice….by head office and state security…..to look after all the needs of the VIPs on this flight…..from that high recommendation I guess that you know what you are about’
She stared at Oksana…….letting her message sink in
‘Yes Madam’ she replied
‘Call me Marta….except in the presence of our exalted passengers’ she sarcastically replied
Marta continued
‘Kira I know well, she has worked for me many times…she as the responsibilities in business class which also doubles as our first class space on this trip’
She reached up and reset a thermostat switch
‘The other two idiots will run economy…passing out Pepsi, peanuts and the odd sandwich…hopefully they will not screw that up’
She looked at Kira ‘Keep an eye on Olga…she needs watching…she’s lazy and accident prone’ …..Kira nodded in understanding
Kira again ‘And Ivan…’ she raised her slim eyebrows ‘is he up to his old tricks’
Marta sighed ‘Maybe…..the Police haven’t arrested him yet’
Oksana gave a confused look…it would have been expected with someone being new to this crew…
Kira saw her colleagues questioning look……and began with an explanation
‘Keep an eye on your possessions if he is around…too close….or he disappears and you are not there to look after them’
‘Why’
‘Things go missing…cosmetics…..jewellery….flight bags are rummaged through…….underwear goes missing….tights….panties…a bra….maybe a swimsuit or a T shirt….you get my drift’
‘Why is he still employed here’ asked Oksana...confused and feigning a little outrage
‘His uncle….big in the business…say no more’
Marta chipped in ‘my friend…..Steffi……we joined together…..she was in the company air crew lounge in Malmo…. caught him red handed in the female locker room…. with a pair of her panties…taken from her flight bag…..’
‘And’ said Oksana
‘She was paid off and fired….no pension though’ she shrugged ‘so we all keep our mouths shut’
There was an awkward silence
The imposter dressed as Oksana broke the feeling of awkwardness and cute embarrassment
‘How many in the VIP party’, Marta’ she knew the answer already, she knew about Ivan too……but she would play the game to the full.
‘Two…male and female’ said the senior attendant
‘Any special requirements’ said Oksana
‘Anything they want and desire’ said Marta ‘Speak only when spoken too’
Marta added more ‘You will be mainly interacting with their personal assistant……a certain Miss Juta Repse….a Livonian national’
Oksana nodded
At first Marta was alarmed that Oksana may have misunderstood her instructions on ‘Anything that they would desire’…….with the likes of Olga that would mean ‘Anything;…..even on board an aircrafts restroom….how disgusting
Then she remembered that this was not Olga……Oksana appeared quite respectable..…
If it was Olga standing before her…or that Svitlana who was originally supposed to be there, then she would had to remind them in person
‘And that does not mean you…. either’
All three females stopped their pondering…someone was coming
They could hear heavy footsteps coming down the jet bridge….a dump thumping sound on the rubber coated walkway….heard above the noise of the ever ready aircraft
Marta again ‘Oh…..they have their own security by the way….I guess this is it’
All three waited….standing straight backed, hands clasped low in front of them……the pose they were all trained in….looking up into the interior of the jet bridge……. until finally a man in a black suit and trench coat appeared from around the bend in the tunnel
He was a tall, strong looking man…..
He was dark in features, his skin olive in tone, his short hair dark black……there was a lot of Circassian blood running through his veins.
His face and neck looked lean….he had no stomach…...he was also adorned with a moustache….…as he got closer he looked to be in his early thirties…his shoes were spit shined polished, he wore a crisp white shirt…his tie shiny, black and thin…..….he approached the flight attendants with confidence….his dark eyes were everywhere……scanning….probing
He was not the only one conducting lessons in profiling…..Oksana, outwardly placid……but was watching him while outwardly feigning female servility….and noted instantly that when he looked at them…..it was not as a normal meeting between a man and woman……he was only scrutinizing them to see if they concealed any kind of lethal weapon on their person……were they a threat
There was none of those long stares aimed at their tits……the flick of the eye towards their legs or backsides……more so he held their gaze….looking into the eyes……trying to see what was behind the pretty faces…..she recognized a fellow professional when she saw one
She was all smiles…..so feminine…..in her smart and sexualized uniform….
The man reached them and said ‘Adamchuk…….State Security’
The imposter new the name already….and the reputation behind it
His first name ……Taras…an old name for a new breed…..Adamchuk.
Ruritanian State Security …high level SBU…like is father before him….except his father had been one of us….deep at the heart of the regime.
Since those traitors had aligned themselves with the West he had indulged in all their schools of espionage…all their nefarious methods …American…Israeli…British and the German…..he was one of their best…and he knew us as well….but not me….maybe he had heard of me….a rumour there…the odd report…..but there was no face to a name…especially if the face kept changing…..like the voice……always in another’s clothes…..in someone else’s persona….constantly moving
Marta, being the senior spoke first ‘Welcome Sir, we are expecting you’
He nodded ‘Any issue’s I should know of’……he had a deep, hoarse and baritone voice…a voice used to issuing commands…and having those commands obeyed
The imposter, cute….impassive and silent throughout ……Hello….here I am …it is me you are looking for…..standing in right in front of you…..do you recognize me……I think not
‘No Sir, all is as it should be’ said Marta
‘Any problems with the crew’ he looked briefly at Oksana
It took only a second to reply, but Marta kravets clever brain was working overtime
She had been briefed earlier by the head of airline dispatch himself….and his Boss
