A Flight Full of Dollars.

[The Sick One]

A Flight Full of Dollars.

San Francisco International Airport. 23rd of August, 2030. 8 am.

"Well, everything seems to be in order, Misses. Move along to your designated flight." said the kindly security guard as she handed back the passports to Mariya Sokolova, Anna Fyodorova and Yelizaveta Petrova, three beautiful women working as stewardesses for Aeroflot Airlines on their way to their return-flight to Russia.

"Thank you, милый." answered Mariya, with a wide pearl-white smile and a thick Russian accent, as she took her passport back and started walking off with her equally stunning colleagues. Anna glared with an annoyed expression at her close friend and colleague.

"Fucking show-off..." she said in an annoyed but hushed tone, with a Midwest-American accent, to Mariya, who smiled playfully at the remark.

"What? After four long months of practising shouldn't I be able to show off my new vocabulary?" she said without the accent she had previously used and instead used a slightly Hispanic one and an equally hushed tone as her friend, who only rolled her grey-blue eyes as a response. Yelizaveta ignored both of them and looked around the current terminal they were on. There wasn't that many people around, but the few who were stared at the three stewardesses as they walked by. The men stared wide-eyed and with glimpses of lust in them, while the women had glimpses of both slight lust and great envy. All to Yelizaveta's pleasure.

"Damn, I've never gotten a single love-sick look from a boy in my entire life, and now full-grown men are staring at me like I'm the sexiest broad on the planet. Even other women are doing it!" she also said in a hushed tone, without the Russian accent and with a California-like accent instead, to her two colleagues.

"I know, right? Didn't I tell you this plan was genius? No-one is suspecting a thing, we've cleared every checkpoint, and now its just a few hours of playing the beautiful Russian stewardesses we mugged. Then, it's the dream-life in Europe from there-on-out!" Mariya stated in a gleeful but also hushed tone as she and her friends reached their supposed gate, where their flight was awaiting them.

As they passed the ticket-controller, who hardly even noticed them, and started boarding did Mariya begin to think of what they had done, and how easy in hindsight it had been.

One day earlier. Comfort Inn and Suites San Francisco Airport North. 6 pm.

Inside suite 3 were three slim and beautiful Caucasian women, talking with each others about their day. They were Russian flight attendants working for Aeroflot Airlines who had recently arrived in California and were resting at their booked hotel before they would have to fly back to Russia. The three, still wearing their uniforms, were small-talking and enjoying some wine they had bought through their room service. Mariya was the tallest and oldest of the three (being 1.73 centimeters and 24 years old), with long dark blonde tied into a thick and low-hanging bun, dark blue eyes and an oval face with a beauty-mark on her right cheek and lips painted pink thanks to her lipstick. Anna was the second tallest and oldest (being 1.69 centimeters and 23 years old), with long platinum-blonde (almost white) hair tied into a quite large double-bun behind her head, grey-blue eyes and an oval face with small lips painted magenta thanks to her lipstick. Yelizaveta was the shortest and youngest (being 1.67 centimeters and only three months younger than Anna), with short and straight strawberry-blonde hair, pale-green eyes and an oval face with a long nose and bright red lips thanks to her lipstick. All three wore their company's standard uniform, which consisted of a white silk blouse with an open and pointed collar, a dark blue (almost black) two-button cotton blazer with golden eagles embroidered on the sleeves and pointed shoulders, a matching skirt that passed the knees, a matching silk scarf with a few white stripes and a dark blue cotton pillbox-hat with chevrons in white and gold on them, and finally dark stockings, black high-heeled pumps and white silk gloves. All three also had golden name tags with their names on the right side of their chests and golden eagles with the company's logo on the left side.

Knock! Knock!

A pair of hard knocks were heard from the door, which all three of the girls noticed. Anna, who was the closest to the door from the black office-chair she had been sitting in, went to look who was knocking. Outside the door stood three quite plain-looking women. The first was a pretty tall and slim Hispanic woman with black hair kept in a pixie-cut, dark brown eyes and a triangle-shaped face without any makeup. The second was a slim pale-skinned Caucasian woman of an average height with shoulder-long curly rust-coloured hair, light green eyes and a heart-shaped face without any makeup. The third was a slim Caucasian woman who was slightly shorter than the second one and with a fresh tan, long light brown hair and light brown eyes with a triangle-shaped face without any makeup but with a few piercings around both ears. The first one wore a purple, pink and black plaided shirt, light grey jeans with a light brown belt, and white tennis-sneakers. The second one wore a yellow t-shirt, dark red choker and matching sweatpants, and a pair of black and white sneakers. The third wore a black unzipped hoodie over a mint-green crop-top, along with dark grey jeans-shorts and mint-green sandal-boots with slightly heightened heels. The first and second women wore each a large blue and white Adidas duffelbag that both looked big enough to fit a normal-sized five-year-old in them. Anna looked at them with a puzzled expression for a few seconds, also seeing that all three were probably only one or two years older than her and her friends.

"Uh, yes? Do you need anything?" she said in English with a slight accent.

"Ah yes, sorry to disturb you, miss, but my friend here forgot her phone when we booked out earlier today and the staff told us they had not found it." the tall Latina explained with a friendly tone and pointed to the short brown-haired girl, who simply smiled and waved at Anna, "So we're wondering if we might just take a quick look around the suite? It will only take at most five minutes."

Anna looked at the still smiling girl for a second, then turned to her two friends. Both of them nodded to her, but neither looked too happy about it.

"Of course. We can also help you, so it might go faster." she told the Latina woman, who's smile grew even wider, which the other two women mirrored.

"Oh, thank you so much, miss!" she said as she and the other two followed Anna into the suite and dropped their duffelbags at the door.

With their entrance rose both Mariya and Yelizaveta from the sofa where they had sat and began helping with the search, with Mariya teaming up with the Latina, Yelizaveta with the brown-haired girl, and Anna with the red-head.

"So, how does the phone lo-OHMMM!" Mariya tried to say before the Latina quickly pulled a small rag over her mouth and nose, which the other two also did to Anna and Yelizaveta. The three stewardesses tried to fight back, but quickly passed out due to the rags, with Anna going out first and Mariya last. Afterwards walked the brown-haired woman to the door, closed it and locked it. They quickly looked at each other and nodded. Then the Latina walked over to one of the duffelbags and opened it, which revealed plenty of black tape-rolls, three small dark red cloth balls, a yellow measuring tape, a little beige nail-clipper, a tiny pair of steel scissors, and a strange-looking black machine that resembled a pretty big and futuristic-looking waffle-maker.

"Okay, take some DNA-samples from your respective bimbo, while I prepare the machine." she told the other two as she handed them the scissors and clipper, and then sat down on the room's bed and started fiddling with the strange black machine.

"Right, Laura." they both said in unison and took both the scissors and the clipper each and began cutting of small pieces of Anna and Yelizaveta's hair and nails.

Laura, as the machine began humming and buzzing, walked over to Mariya. She was deeply asleep, softly breathing and snoring. After just a few seconds approached the red-head, named Tawney, Laura and handed over the scissors to her, who then also began cutting off small pieces of Mariya's hair.

"Is it ready?" Tawney asked as she was holding a small tuff of Anna's hair in her right hand.

"Sure is, Tawney. You go first, then me, and finally Emma. Emma! When you're done with your girl, help me strip Tawney's so she can switch quickly into her uniform!" Laura said as she finished up with Mariya's hair.

"Fine. But why is it never me who goes first?" Emma, the brown-haired woman, asked in an annoyed tone.

"What, you like wearing these stupid things?" Tawney retorted.

"No, not at all. Those damn things reek of latex and you sweat worse than after a marathon while wearing them." she said as she started walking over to the unconscious Anna along with Laura, "I just hate being last all the time."

"All the time? We've only done this twice now, you baby!" Laura said as she knelt down beside Anna and began unbuttoning her blazer.

"And I've been last both of those times!" Emma retorted angrily as she removed Anna's shoes and started to pull her skirt down her legs.

"Can both of you shut up and tell me her breast-size?! The mask is almost done so I need to know how big her breasts are." Tawney said as she sat on the lounge's kings-size bed with the machine next to her. She had removed most of her clothes, excluding her yellow and red striped bra and matching panties.

"Sure, just give me a sec." Laura answered as she finished with the buttons on Anna's blouse and caught the measuring tape that Tawney tossed at her, then began measuring, "Holy smokes! She's a D-cup!"

"A D? Well, I guess it was one of the main reasons she got the job." Tawney said with a condescending voice as she typed the information into the machine, "Girls like us doesn't get jobs like these without that kind of privilege."

"Talk for yourself, cutting-board!" said Emma jokingly, since she and Laura had at least B-cups, while Tawney was an A, "If its a problem, why don't you get implants? Money won't be a problem after the theft we pulled!"

"Firstly: Fuck you for that comment." she said coldly as the machine kept buzzing, "Secondly: Getting that shit is unnatural and borderline self-abuse to the body. Thirdly: I'm happy with my body. I just don't like how some girls get better jobs or more attention simply because of their size or looks."

"What, you want to be a real Stewardess?" asked Emma with a slight snicker as she and Laura finished up with Anna's remaining clothes.

"They're geting a pretty good income, from what I hear. Being one would probably mean I wouldn't have to be a criminal, or at least stuck with you." she answered with a less cold tone.

"Amen to that!" Emma said in-between chuckles, "So, is everything done?"

"Roger! Ait, who's next?" Tawney said as she arose from the bed, holding what looked like a pair of breast-implants, a pair of contact-lenses, and what looked like a human head that belonged to a young woman with long platinum-blonde hair. The head started at the top of the scalp and ended just above the breast cage. Tawney looked into it's face, where she noticed the lack of eyes and an inside to the mouth, which where just three empty black holes, "Man, just looking at these things still gives me the creeps!"

"No kidding. It looks like you're holding her flayed skin, Tawney." said Emma as she started unbuttoning Mariya's blazer.

"C'mon, don't give my mind that image!" Laura said as she sat down next to the machine and began typing, "Tawney, go to the bathroom and make yourself… presentable. Then help Emma afterwards."

It took a while, but soon enough had all three of the real stewardesses been devoid of their uniforms and brutally tied up; Mariya was laying on the suite's dark blue sofa and had been reduced to a slightly scanty-looking pair of red silk panties and matching bra, while her ankles, calves, knees and thighs had been thoroughly tied together with black tape, as had her wrists behind her back while her arms had been tied together with her upper torso, one line under her breasts and one over. She had been gagged and blindfolded as well, thanks to a bit more tape and the red ball of cloth. The blindfold was unnecessary, but the muggers thought it would look pretty funny. Anna and Yelizaveta had suffered identical fates, with the only differences being underwear and placements; Anna wore similar underwear to Mariya, but green instead of red, and was tied up in the same way, but she was laying on the large bed instead of the sofa; Yelizaveta on the other hand wore more concealing underwear, at least when it came to her torso, which was covered by a dark pink crop top-bra, as well as a pair of matching and simple panties. She was also tied up differently, being bound while sitting in the black office-chair that Anna had previously sat on. Her legs were tied up in the same way as the other two, except her feet had also been taped to one of chair's legs, her lower arms and wrists had been tied to it's arms, and her lower and upper torso had been bound to the back. In contrast to the real stewardesses had the imposters almost finished up with their dress-up. They had applied the masks, contact lenses, fake breasts, make-up and clothes, with the gloves being put on right at the moment. All three looked like the twin sisters of the real Mariya, Anna and Yelizaveta.

"Well, that's that," Laura, looking like a carbon-copy of Mariya, said as she finished with her gloves and grabbed Mariya's carry-on, "let's bounce, girls."

Tawney and Emma, looking like carbon-copies of Anna and Yelizaveta respectively, nodded and followed her, taking their own carry-on;s with them. Emma was the last to leave, and sarcastically waved goodbye to the real and sleeping stewardesses, grinning like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland all the while, as she closed the door to the suite after herself.

The present, at the San Francisco International Airport and on an Aeroflot Airbus A321. 9 am.

Laura, smiling to herself and also cursing the damn heat of the mask in her head, was preparing the food cart, while Tawney and Emma were helping the passengers who hadn't sat down yet.

Just 12 hours of this charade, then smooth sailing in Europe with all this money! Of course, I'm gonna be stuck with those two morons, but that's an acceptable sacrifice. Laura thought as she was filling a basket with small peanut-bags.

Freedom, here we come!


If anyone wants a prequel on how the three villainesses got their hands on the disguise-making machine and stole their loot, or a sequel with them in Europe, feel free to ask, but I'm unfortunately not sure when I can deliver it. Anyways, thanks for reading!

*Edit: As pointed out by micpop2, we already have a story with the title of A Flight to Freedom, so to avoid confusion, I've changed the title (which is just a lazy reference since I was watching the Dollars-trilogy when I found this out). Just wanted to have this stated.

[micpop2]

Hi there, a very nice story, but i am sorry to say, that there is another one stry titled a flight to freedom and it is one of the greatest stories our board has ever soon, IMHO. definietly give it a read!
and I cant wait to read more from you!

[The Sick One]

Hi there, a very nice story, but i am sorry to say, that there is another one stry titled a flight to freedom and it is one of the greatest stories our board has ever soon, IMHO. definietly give it a read!
and I cant wait to read more from you!

Thanks for pointing that out and the kind words. I've just changed the title.