Ellana's Cultural Studies on Humanity Chapter 9:- On Shakespeare
Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2024 10:50 am
After my stint on the stage in St Petersburg, my next destination was London the capital city of the island nation of the United Kingdom, or as the students who surrounded it referred to as; Great Britain. What the nation had done to earn such a moniker, I would have no idea until I would visit this island Kingdom later in my travels. All I knew was that like Russia, the UK was a place of culture. Where the Russians valued dance and martial pursuits, the British valued the theatre. I myself am patron to the Performing Arts Academy on Zenobia, so naturally I felt drawn to this Shakespeare and this play Macbeth, which was also called The Scottish Play. But why it was called such, or what made the play Scottish I would find out much later. I felt excited to learn what the humans called theatre. As it turned out, like everything else I learned about humanity, I wasn't to be disappointed...
Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society
London Heathrow Airport 01:00am Monday 12th February 2024
Ellana yawned widely with the face of Clara O'Shaughnessy as she hung at the back of the pack of students that she had accompanied home to the United Kingdom. She needed to lose the group and make her own way into the city. At least the flight wasn't an whole day this time. I'am grateful for the 24 hour day on Earth. It's 4 hours shorter than a Zenobian day. As two stewardesses passed her, Ellana faked tying her laces making sure Ms Burrows and the rest of the student group lost sight of her before she darted out of sight through a fire escape. Feeling the chill of fresh air hit her face, Ellana quickly closed the door behind her. Now I need a change of clothes, a new face and transportation. Not to mention a bed, this "jet lag" is a terrible illness Ellana looked out at her surroundings, through the twilight of night she made out what the humans called a parking lot. Somewhere they stored their cars. This one was deserted, save for one car a silver car with no roof. And has luck would have it, a young human female was walking towards it dragging her hand luggage. She grinned as she approached the woman appraising her.
Caroline Spencer fought off waves of tiredness as she approached her car. She had just gotten off a grueling 14 hour flight from Hong Kong on business, and couldn't wait to get home. As she neared her car, Caroline stifled a yawn as she caught sight of her reflection. She was an attractive woman with heart shaped features, shallow cheekbones and big brown eyes. Her dark brown hair tied into a sensible bun. Caroline was dressed tonight in a matching cream suit jacket, matching skirt black high heels her long legs covered by black stockings with a white silk blouse underneath. A golden pendant hung around her neck with matching hoop earrings. As she opened her car boot to stow her luggage the sound of a footstep caused her to spin around. "Oh, lovely. A student. Aren't you a little past your bed time dear." She asked the young ginger girl, a slip of a girl no more than 18 years old. The girl cocked her head smiling. "I like your car." She replied in a sweet Irish lilt, gently caressing Caroline's cheek. "What? Are you high on something...oh?" She let out an aroused gasp before the girl leaned in kissing her passionately on her lips. Caroline was surprised when she returned the kiss, letting out a low pleasurable moan as the girl probed her tongue. I know Paul made me doubt my sexuality, but I was never prepared for this. This is amazing... Caroline slumped unconscious in the Irish gingers arms. Ellana smiled with Caroline's face as she lowered the woman into her car boot. "Caroline Spencer, 29, Accountant. She is in the middle of a messy divorce from her husband, Paul. She caught him in bed with their personal trainer and threw him out of their Mayfair flat. She's on her own for now." Ellana stripped out of Clara's clothes, which now were tight on her new body.
Ellana first removed Caroline's jewellery putting them on herself before slipping off her high heels, adopting her bun. Unfastening the suit jacket, Ellana slipped the garment free from Caroline's shoulders then unbuttoned her blouse. Revealing a hint of well formed C-cup breasts pushed up by a black lace wonderbra. Rolling Caroline's body onto her side, Ellana unzipped her skirt from the rear pulling the garment down her stocking covered legs revealing a pert buttocks covered by matching black lace shorts. Rolling the woman's body onto her back, Ellana opened out Caroline's blouse then unclipped the stockings gently rolling down the woman's long legs one at a time. What curious underwear. It feels quite...sexy. For the lack of a better word. Ellana thought as she rolled up the stockings before whipping off the lace shorts, exposing Caroline's small clitoris crowned with a trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair, along with the suspender belt. After pulling on the underwear, clipping on the stockings Ellana stripped off Caroline's blouse then turned her on her side unhooking the bra before slipping it from her chest, pulling her into her back. Her firm springy breasts with puffy dark pink circular areolas wobbling slightly. Ellana quickly dressed in Caroline's clothing. Once she had fastened the suit jacket, Ellana briefly admired Caroline's pert tight buttocks before tossing in Clara's clothes in with her, closing the door with a snap. Picking up the woman's handbag, Ellana got into the car switching on the engine and drove out of the airport. Using Caroline's memories to help lead the way to her Mayfair flat.
The Apartment of Caroline Spencer, Mayfair 01:30am
Ellana had carried the naked sleeping body of Caroline into her luxurious Mayfair flat, setting her down into her large walk in wardrobe. Her home is considerably better furnished then the others I have been in. Perhaps, Caroline is a member of humanity's high social strata. A noble perhaps? Taking a look around Caroline's flat, Ellana didn't find any tickets to the theatre on the woman's coffee table, Well, you can't expect to be lucky all the time Ellana. There are other ways to procure a ticket as she moved into the woman's kitchen. On her fridge was a postcard hung with a magnet with the legend Viva Las Vegas! superimposed over a large building called Caesars Palace. A human female, wearing a costume similar to the Rio Samba dancers beamed in the foreground. Taking it off Ellana flipped it over. "You set my soul on fire, Caroline. Love Paul." She read aloud. Hmm? Another human city with bright lights and dancers? This looks fascinating and requires further investigation. Tomorrow morning I will head out to the city. There must be library around here to find out where to seek out Shakespeare, and find out about Viva Las Vegas. Replacing the card, Ellana fixed herself a packaged lasagne from Caroline's fridge, washing it down it with a glass of red wine. Which to her surprise, she found full bodied and fruity. Not as wholesome as Zenobian wines but not bad. After cleaning up after herself, Ellana turned in for the night. Where she dreamt of Swan Lake and Shakespeare.
Central London 09:00am
After having a quick bath and a change of clothes, Ellana jumped into Caroline's car to explore the city. Again, there were parts of the city that appeared old but it was mixed in with the new. Like Rome and St Petersburg there was history here, the people cosmopolitan, helpful with very pleasing accents. Earth is not so different than Zenobia Prime. There is so much variation across the planet, a rich thriving culture that differs wherever you are. Humans are such a remarkable race. "Excuse me, officer?" She asked a police officer, a male dressed in a peculiar garish yellow jacket with POLICE on his back, wearing an equally weird tall hat with the alpha numeric "C III" embossed in the middle. "Where is your nearest information repository?" The officer looked confused for a minute before answering. "You must mean a library, love?" Ellana nodded as the officer gave her directions to London library. "Next time just ask for the library, alright?" He smiled as Ellana thanked him. As she drove towards the library, Ellana saw an advertisement on the side of a large red double decker bus that read. The Royal Shakespeare Company proudly present Macbeth. At the Globe Theatre, Tuesday 14th February 18:00pm. Tickets now on sale for £25. Ellana smiled as she pulled in past the bus, parking outside the library. How fortuitous. I just need to find the location of this Globe Theatre and I'am ready to go. Must also find out where Viva Las Vegas is. Getting out of her car, Ellana walked into the library.
Using a human computer and the ingenious search proxy called "Google" Ellana had found exactly what she was looking for. The Globe Theatre wasn't far away from Mayfair, on London's South past the River Thames. Memorising the route, she planned to drive there next to buy herself a ticket for tomorrow's performance. But like Russia, I will not settle for being a mere spectator. I will find and replace Lady Macbeth and take to the stage once again. Ellana had also found out that "Viva Las Vegas" was not as such but actually "Las Vegas." a city in the US state of Nevada, built for pleasure and gambling. The USA as states! Fascinating. But a city devoted to gambling? How interesting, this is unheard of on Zenobia. Gambling is strictly prohibited. I must travel here next and conduct a thorough investigation Using the Internet, Ellana discovered that flights from London Heathrow to Las Vegas took 10 hours. Ellana leaned back into her chair. " How ingenious. This internet is most useful. While it may not be there yet with the Zenobian Datanet, it's progressing rapidly. And further proof that humanity are indeed special. Worthy of investigation, but for now I will stick with a good map." Ellana said to herself as an elderly human woman shushed at her. Affronted she shushed back, before scooping up her handbag and walking out. When she got back to her car, Ellana found a curious piece of paper sticking out of one of the window wipers. "Parking Notice? What's one of those? " Reading it, she looked around for the human who put it there. Finding no-one, Ellana screwed it up before chucking it into the nearest trash receptacle. Then getting in her car, she pulled out following the signs to The Globe Theatre.
Caroline's Flat, Mayfair 17:00pm the next evening
With her ticket ready on the table, Ellana drew herself another hot bath reflecting on her exploration of London. Like all human cities it was sprawling with so much history waiting to be uncovered. She had noted several places she would like to visit when she would inevitably return here. Chief among them were Westminster, Downing Street and the British Museum. After a long soak, thinking about the performance ahead, Ellana had dried herself picking out a long red dress with matching lace underwear from Caroline's closet along with some silver diamond jewellery. "You have excellent tastes in clothing, Caroline. Your husband was a fool to leave you." She said to the unconscious naked woman, still slumped in her wardrobe sleeping for the last couple days, reflected in her mirror. After she finished getting dressed, putting on some makeup Ellana looked down on Caroline. "Thank you very much for the use of your home and clothing. You've been a great help." She slid the closet door on Caroline then grabbing the ticket and car keys, Ellana swept from her apartment.
The Globe Theatre 17:45pm
Using her ticket Ellana got into the Globe Theatre, with no trouble now her next move was to acquire the form of a stagehand. There were many of both genders coming to and fro from the backstage area. Suddenly a young dark skinned human female walked past her towards the backstage door. Following her, Ellana sized her up. The girl was wearing a black short sleeved polo shirt, with "RSc" embroidered over her left breast, blue jeans and white trainers. Her ID lanyard looped around her neck. Her uniform hugged her slim petite form, quite pleasingly. She was a pretty thing with rounded features, high cheekbones and big brown almond shaped eyes. Her long black tied into a bun. She was carrying a tablet in her right hand. A unique specimen, and attractive too. Her form will be ideal to infiltrate the dressing rooms.. Grinning, Ellana slipped through the door following her into a storeroom.
21 year old Alexandria Palmer sighed as she started to take inventory of the props for the performance of Macbeth this evening. She really hated Shakespeare and often made herself scarce whenever the plays started. Alexandria finding comfort in her idol, the rapper Stormzy fresh from the East End her MP4 player safe in her jeans pocket. She had nothing to complain about however. The sound of the door opening and closing behind her drew her attention. Alexandria turned around to see a pretty white woman wearing a lovely red dress, that brought out her curves who flashed her a smile. "Excuse me, madam. This is a restricted area. Are you lost or something?" She asked the woman who cocked her head, caressing her cheek. " No, I was looking for you actually my dear." Alexandria felt her heart flutter, as she let out an aroused breath. "L-looking for me?" She squeaked in awe of the woman's beauty. The woman in the red dress grinned as she leaned forward planting her lips on Alexandria's, passionately embracing her. The young stage hand couldn't resist but return the kiss, as she felt the inside of her mouth being probed by the woman's tongue.Kissed by a White Girl and I loved it. I have found my first rap. Alexandria let out a low cry as she collapsed unconscious onto her side, tablet shattering on the floor. Ellana knelt by her body, yanking off her lanyard. "Alexandria Palmer, 21,stage hand. A big rap fan and raps in her spare time at night clubs. Hates William Shakespeare and is applying for a job at Stormzy's record label. Hmm? What's a Stormzy? " Ellana shrugged as she spoke in Alexandria's east end accent, stripping off Caroline's red dress.
After removing Alexandria's ear studs putting them in then adopting her hairstyle, Ellana unlaced her trainers pulling them off along with her white ankle socks. Rolling the girl onto her back, Ellana unfastened her jeans working them off her slender hips peeling them down her long ebony legs. She then whipped off Alexandria's solid white bikini thong exposing her small brown clitoris crowned with a trimmed black triangle of pubic fuzz. Slipping up the stolen panties, Ellana flicked up the girl's arms pulling off her polo shirt revealing a solid white plunge t-shirt bra, enveloping B-cup breasts. Pulling the girl up into a seated position, Ellana reached around unhooking the bra slipping it loose from her chest. Ellana glanced over the small be firm breasts of Alexandria with dark brown perky areolas as she got dressed in her uniform. After looping the ID over her head, Ellana found some duct tape in a cupboard taping up the naked Alexandria's wrists and ankles before gagging her. She then dragged the girl by her ankles over to an empty crate, tipping her into it and getting a good glimpse of her tight buttocks. Tossing in Caroline's dress, possessions along with the broken tablet after the stagehand, Ellana sealed the crate rubbing her hands together. " Now lets find Lady Macbeth." She grinned as she swept from the props room using the memories of Alexandria to guide her.
Lady Macbeth's Dressing Room 17:45pm
"The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan. Under my ramparts...No! For fuck sake, Ruthie! It's Battlements! Get it right! At this rate I will never be ready. And I have half an hour! Shit!" 21 year old Ruth Templeton swore as she laced her dressing room, trying to memorise Lady Macbeth's soliloquy from Act 1 Scene 5, and failing miserably. Damn it all! I didn't go through all those sleepless nights, beating 12 other hopefuls only to fail now! Again, from the top Ruthie. Ruth caught a glimpse of her self in the mirror, liking what she saw. She was a looker with diamond shaped features, narrow cheekbones and pale green eyes. Her long strawberry blonde locks tied into an elegant Tudor knot, over which a fake silver diamond tiara set rested which matched her earrings and necklace. She was dressed in a low cut silk dress that did wonders to her petite figure, and kept her small A-cups even flatter. In fact she hated the bloody thing and didn't relish wearing it for the next 4 hours. A knock at the door interrupted her as she reached the line about battlements again. "What!? I'am bloody busy! This better be good!" She shouted as she flung the door wide, to revealed a black stagehand who she recognised as Alexandria. "What the fuck, Alexandria?! Come to taunt me once again?" Alexandria cocked her head smiling. "That's a nice costume but only one of us can be Lady Macbeth." The stagehand gently caressed her cheek. "Alexandria? What are you...ah?" Ruth let out a soft husky moan as Alexandria advanced into the dressing room, closing the door behind her before she cupped Ruth's face into her hands passionately kissing her. Ruth let out a muffled surprised moan as she returned the kiss. But Alexandria as always been rude to me. I had no idea... She thought as her eyes rolled back into her head, falling unconscious into Alexandria's arms. Ellana now a perfect replica of Ruth Templeton smacked her lips together. "Ruth Templeton, 21, Lady Macbeth. How interesting. This is her first big role, she secured it by sleeping with the Performing Arts Director. Her only role before that was a walk on as a lady in waiting in Romeo and Juliet. I'am probably doing you a favour." She lowered the unconscious woman to the floor of her dressing room before stripping out of Alexandria's clothes.
Ellana loosened Ruth's hair copying her knot before removing her jewellery and pulling off her green silk shoes. After fixing on the actresses jewellery Ellana unlaced the silk dress from the side gripping the shoulder peeling it down her slim petite form, exposing her barely raised but elegant A-cup breasts with puffy pink areolas. A green lace G-string was all that protected her modesty. Ellana pulled them off from around Ruth's thighs revealing a full pink womanhood topped with a faint trimmed strip of strawberry blonde pubic hair, along with a small but firm buttocks. Standing over the pleasing sight of Ruth's naked form, Ellana pulled on the costume including the underwear. Once she had laced up the dress, Ellana bound Ruth's limbs with Alexandria's underwear gagging her with the lanyard then dragged her under the shoulders to her wardrobe. Setting the girls body in the wardrobe, Ellana tossed Alexandria's uniform in then closed the door. Picking up the script that Ruth had dropped, Ellana memorised her lines applying makeup to look the part. Looking over to the clock on the wall, which read 17:55 she put down the script walking over the door. Ellana opened it to a young pretty brunette stagehand whose name was Elizabeth according to her ID, who paused in knocking. "Oh! Ms Templeton. Excuse me, I was just coming to give you the five o'clock warning. But you look all set." Ellana nodded as she closed the door behind her. "Yes. I'am ready to give it my all." Elizabeth smiled. "Well, good luck. Ms Templeton and break a leg!" Ellana flashed her a confused look Is that another idiom? I hope so. " I most certainly won't! What an awful thing to say." She said as she walked towards the stage, leaving Elizabeth utterly bemused.
After taking a bow with the other actors, the play got underway. As she watched the play in-between her scenes, Ellana was struck by how gripping the plot was. In fact the story, which featured witchcraft, intrigue and murder reminded Ellana of the Zenobian play Princess Valena. Itself a controversial play in which Valena had worked her way from pauper to princess, by murdering her rivals assuming their forms and tricking their husbands to kill their rivals to clear her way to the throne. The reason for the controversy was that it was the only play which allowed the lead actress to use her natural abilities, which was banned under Zenobian law. The play itself was banned until an impassioned play from the Performing Arts Academy overturned the ruling. That and all the players, even the male roles where all female. When it came to her scenes, Ellana believed she performed admirably. Well if the applause to the monologue she did in Act 1 Scene 5 was anything to go by. In fact she felt the experience empowering and uplifting. It's my natural cunning as a Zenobian shifter. When I become another female, that is in itself a performance. The time had simply flown by as Ellana enjoyed herself immeasurably. It wasn't until the opening of Act 3, that all that was about to change.
20:30pm
Suddenly a crowd of strangely dressed humans, both genders burst into the theatre. They were dressed in thick padded beige jackets and trousers with fluorescent strips. Their heads covered by yellow helmets. I have a sudden feeling of a repeat occurrence. I believe the Floridians call it Deja vû. They aren't military? Public service perhaps? Still you have to credit the MiB, they are doing their best to trap me. Well it isn't good enough. Their leader, a male human in a white helmet called out. "Everyone! London Fire Service! We have reports of a gas leak on the premises! My crew will escort you out in an orderly manner. The Metropolitan Police and Ambulance Service are on their way!" Don't won't do at all, I need to get out before the authorities or the MiB catch me Seeing an exit door of the stage to her left, Ellana rushed through it.
As she walked towards the fire escape, unable to shake that feeling of Déja vû as a young female voice full of authority called from behind her. "Excuse me, ma'am." She turned to see a young pretty firewoman behind her. "Yes, officer. What's the problem? I'am !eaving." Ellana appraised her Her uniform and face might come in handy or in the very least help in acquiring another form. The woman her smooth gentle features, big blue eyes full of sympathy shook her head. "Sorry, love. I have been ordered to escort the actors to safety through the safest egress. And that's the front entrance, please come with me." A plan forming in her mind, she approached the woman. "Of course, yes you would no best. Lead the way." As she let the firewoman put an arm around her shoulder, Ellana used her leg to spin the firewoman into her arms, facing her. Her helmet fell off her head, revealing short shoulder length chestnut hair tucked behind her ears. "What are you doing...oh?" Ellana released her pheromones, calming her before she bent over kissing the girls on her soft lips, feeling herself change into the girl's shape. The firewoman let out a surprised moan as she briefly returned the kiss before slumping unconscious into Ellana's waiting arms. Ellana picked up the helmet dragging her to the nearest broom cupboard. " Carla Bradbury, 25, London Firefighter. Originally applied to the Metropolitan Police Service, but they turned her down due to a lack of qualifications. Instead she joined the fire service and loves her job." Ellana said as she laid the unconscious woman onto the floor of the broom closet, closing the door behind her.
It was quite the surprise stripping the unconscious Carla of her uniform, which actually consisted of a navy polo shirt, with the Fire Service Logo, matching cargo pants and black lace boots, under the heavy fireproof suit. Then came her underwear a matching blue lace low cut bra and matching hipster shorts. Now she stood over the naked unconscious body of the firewoman admiring the toned athletic body, laying on her side. Carla's peach shaped bum, small but perfectly form B-cup breasts with light pink perky areolas and small but clean shaven clitoris on full display. Not much difference from our Fire and Rescue Department. They are all mixed gender as well. Males handle the rescuing, females first aid and evacuation. She quickly got dressed in Carla's uniform. After strapping on the helmet, Ellana taped up Carla's wrists, ankles and gagging her with a strip. When she was finished Ellana exited the broom cupboard, weighing up her next move. This uniform will not get me past the cordon for sure, but perhaps I can use it to secure myself a different form. After all, humans trust the uniform after all just like Rome Grinning, Ellana walked back into the stage area scanning for a suitable human female. Most were in the process of being evacuated by the other fire fighters, all except one. A pretty young girl with tanned skin, rounded features and big brown eyes in front of her. Long silken black hair tied into a ponytail. You will do nicely, my dear. Time to get into character. Smiling Ellana approached the girl.
Indira Sharma stood watching the firefighters evacuating the other audience members with concern. If there is really gas, then why can't I smell any. And why haven't they evacuated me yet. I hope they aren't going to leave the Indian girl last. So far she had enjoyed the play, particularly the young actress playing Lady Macbeth she was simply inspiring to watch. Her love of Shakespeare truly showed in her performance. That was until the invention of London's finest. She was dressed this evening in a loose white top over which she wore a matching denim jacket and black leather pumps. With dangling earrings and a beaded necklace. "Excuse me, ma'am?" Indira turned to see a young woman firefighter, a pretty white girl. " I have been ordered to evacuate everyone from the stage area to the safest egress, the rear fire escape. Please follow me." Indira smiled with relief as she fell into step behind the woman. "Thank god, I was getting worried you had forgotten about me." As she followed the firefighter out the rear fire escape into the cool London night. "Um, excuse me. But where is every-mmmph!" Indira wasn't prepared for the firefighter pinning her to the wall of the alley with a kiss, her struggles ceasing as the woman caressed her cheek. Indira felt the woman's tongue probe her mouth as she briefly returning the kiss, surprising herself. Feeling her eyes roll into her skull, Indira slid down the wall of the alley unconscious, letting out a low rattle. Ellana wiping her mouth spoke with Indira's enchanting accent. "Indira Sharma, 20, Drama Student. She is a massive Shakespeare fan, and is an aspiring actress. She wants to audition for the Royal Shakespeare Company. She as no fear of defying her parents, who want het to marry a rich boy from India." She said taking off Carla's helmet, along with her uniform.
Ellana removed Indira's jewellery including her watch, putting it on herself before slipping off her shoes. After she slipped off the girls jacket from her slender shoulders, Ellana held up the girl's arms pulling the loose top over her head revealing a solid pink underwired bra, with a little bow in between the B-cups. Unhooking the girls bra, exposed firm B-cup breasts with firm puffy brown areolas. After fastening on Indira's bra, Ellana unbuttoned the denim skirt working them off her slender hips pulling them down her tanned legs. Along with her matching pink panties, with a bow on the hemline above the gusset, leaving Indira's small womanhood decorated with a trimmed black triangle on display. Ellana finished dressing in Indira's clothes, then adopted her braided ponytail. After looping the Indira's handbag over her shoulders, Ellana taped her wrists and ankles together, gagging her with the duct tape from the broom cupboard. With the naked human secured, she dragged Indira's body to a dumpster tipping her inside along with Carla's uniform. Snapping the lid shut, Ellana straightened her new jacket before leaving the alley, relieved that the police corden hadn't extended that far. Hmm? Not as thorough as the Russians, interesting. Ellana walked down the street away from the globe theatre, holding out her hand she flagged down a black taxi. "Where to love?" Asked the driver, a friendly bald human male with a broken nose. "London Heathrow, please." She replied leaning back into her seat, buckling up. The driver nodded. "Very good, love. I will have there in a jiffy." What a friendly people, these British. Leaning back into her seat, Ellana turned in her seat bading the Globe Theatre a silent farewell as the taxi pulled away.
London Heathrow Airport 22:00pm
Arriving at the airport, Ellana scanned the departure boards noticing a British Airways flight to Las Vegas leaving in an hour. Perfect, I just need a new identity and I'am all set to go. The sound of clacking heels drew Ellana's attention, she turned to see two stewardesses approaching her chatting away. They were both dressed in matching navy buttoned jackets, their nameplates on their right breasts, knee high skirt, red scarf with pillbox hats wings pinned on the right hand side. They were both attractive women, one with auburn hair, knotted in a bun the other was a blonde with a similar style. Both had handbags looped over their shoulders, dragging their hand luggage behind them. Getting closer Ellana listened on their conversation. "Well, I'am so looking forward to going to Vegas, Sam." Said the red head to her friend, the blonde who laughed. "I suppose that's because you're going to have a flutter, Joanne. You lucky cow. I'am going to be freezing my tits off in Stockholm." Sam teased laying an hand on Joanne's arm. "Just try and stop me. I will be all over those slot machines for the next two days." The red head replied as her blonde friend Sam tittered. "Just make sure you don't blow all your wages in one sitting. Or lose that uniform. We only get the one after all." Joanne laughed as she turned to her friend. "Well, I'am popping off to the little girls room to spruce myself up. Enjoy freezing your tits off in Stockholm." They both separated kissing each other on the cheeks before Joanne headed over to the ladies bathroom. Grinning, Ellana followed her mark.
Joanne Newman took out her blusher dabbing her high cheekbones as she admired her angular features and piercing blue eyes, that her boyfriend Captain Derek Harman had fallen in love with. She sighed, Joanne had missed him it had been a while since they had come together and she was getting frustrated. Behind her the sound of the door opening and closing drew her attention. It was a pretty young indian girl. Joanne herself was bisexual and could appreciate the girls exotic beauty but still felt conflicted about Derek. She settled for flashing the pretty thing with a warm smile. The girl returned it then getting behind her, gently caressed Joanne's cheek from behind. Joanne let out a low aroused moan as she turned to face the girl. My god, she is so beautiful, so exotic. But Derek...? Come on, Joanne. It's one little kiss with a pretty girl. What Derek doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides you need this. The girl seemed to answer that question for her, pulling her by her scarf into the cubicle behind them. Joanne was pinned to the side of the cubicle with a passionate kiss by the Indian girl, who probed the inside of her mouth with her wet tongue. Joanne hungrily returned the kiss, unbuttoning her jacket. Yes! Yes, I need this. I hope we make ou... Joanne didn't finish her thought as she let out a muffled aroused groan, sliding down the cubicle wall unconscious. Ellana smiling tasted cherry on her lips, as she put on Joanne's hat. "Joanne Newman, 24, BA Stewardess. Currently dating a pilot who is on a separate flight to Dubai and hasn't had sex with him for two weeks. Explains her eagerness." She said with Joanne's South London accent as she stripped off Indira's clothes.
Taking off Joanne's dangling earrings Ellana put them on before working loose the woman's hair copying her bun, before slipping off her high heels. After setting the unconscious stewardess onto the toilet, Ellana stripped off the woman's jacket then removed the scarf from around her slender neck. Unbuttoning her white blouse revealing C-cup breasts enveloped by a nude coloured lace plunge bra. Reaching around Joanne's back, Ellana unzipped her skirt pulling it down her long shiny legs followed carefully by her nude coloured translucent tights. After removing the tights one leg at a time, Ellana turned her attention to the matching nude tanga thong between her thighs covering her modesty. Whipping these off to expose her full clitoris crowned with a small trimmed triangle of auburn hair, Ellana pulled on the stolen undergarments before stripping off the blouse. Unfastening Joanne's bra from the front gave Ellana a good glimpse of her firm rounded C-cup breasts with full puffy pink areolas and perky nipples. Snapping on the bra, Ellana got dressed in the rest Joanne's uniform.
Now fully dressed, Ellana used the last of the duct tape she had taken from the theatre to tape up Joanne's wrists, ankles then gagged her. Grabbing her slim athletic naked body by the ankles, Ellana dragged Joanne towards the attendants cupboard stashing her nude form behind a bucket and broom, taking her time to admire the woman's peach shaped buttocks before closing the door leaving Joanne in darkness. Walking up to the stewardesses handbag still perched on the sinks, Ellana applied some of Joanne's makeup including a cherry tasting lipstick. Smacking her lips together satisfied, she looped Joanne's handbag over her shoulder taking her hand luggage. Dragging it behind her, Ellana paused to let another young woman into the bathroom before walking back through the terminal.
Boarding BA flight BA8579 to Las Vegas, Ellana assisted the other stewardesses in giving the preflight demonstration. As the plane lifted into the air, Ellana busied herself with Joanne's duties her mind wondered to thoughts of Las Vegas. She was most looking forward to finding out what passed for gambling on Earth and what on Zenobia Prime a slot machine was.
Dr Ellana Xenoanthropological Society
London Heathrow Airport 01:00am Monday 12th February 2024
Ellana yawned widely with the face of Clara O'Shaughnessy as she hung at the back of the pack of students that she had accompanied home to the United Kingdom. She needed to lose the group and make her own way into the city. At least the flight wasn't an whole day this time. I'am grateful for the 24 hour day on Earth. It's 4 hours shorter than a Zenobian day. As two stewardesses passed her, Ellana faked tying her laces making sure Ms Burrows and the rest of the student group lost sight of her before she darted out of sight through a fire escape. Feeling the chill of fresh air hit her face, Ellana quickly closed the door behind her. Now I need a change of clothes, a new face and transportation. Not to mention a bed, this "jet lag" is a terrible illness Ellana looked out at her surroundings, through the twilight of night she made out what the humans called a parking lot. Somewhere they stored their cars. This one was deserted, save for one car a silver car with no roof. And has luck would have it, a young human female was walking towards it dragging her hand luggage. She grinned as she approached the woman appraising her.
Caroline Spencer fought off waves of tiredness as she approached her car. She had just gotten off a grueling 14 hour flight from Hong Kong on business, and couldn't wait to get home. As she neared her car, Caroline stifled a yawn as she caught sight of her reflection. She was an attractive woman with heart shaped features, shallow cheekbones and big brown eyes. Her dark brown hair tied into a sensible bun. Caroline was dressed tonight in a matching cream suit jacket, matching skirt black high heels her long legs covered by black stockings with a white silk blouse underneath. A golden pendant hung around her neck with matching hoop earrings. As she opened her car boot to stow her luggage the sound of a footstep caused her to spin around. "Oh, lovely. A student. Aren't you a little past your bed time dear." She asked the young ginger girl, a slip of a girl no more than 18 years old. The girl cocked her head smiling. "I like your car." She replied in a sweet Irish lilt, gently caressing Caroline's cheek. "What? Are you high on something...oh?" She let out an aroused gasp before the girl leaned in kissing her passionately on her lips. Caroline was surprised when she returned the kiss, letting out a low pleasurable moan as the girl probed her tongue. I know Paul made me doubt my sexuality, but I was never prepared for this. This is amazing... Caroline slumped unconscious in the Irish gingers arms. Ellana smiled with Caroline's face as she lowered the woman into her car boot. "Caroline Spencer, 29, Accountant. She is in the middle of a messy divorce from her husband, Paul. She caught him in bed with their personal trainer and threw him out of their Mayfair flat. She's on her own for now." Ellana stripped out of Clara's clothes, which now were tight on her new body.
Ellana first removed Caroline's jewellery putting them on herself before slipping off her high heels, adopting her bun. Unfastening the suit jacket, Ellana slipped the garment free from Caroline's shoulders then unbuttoned her blouse. Revealing a hint of well formed C-cup breasts pushed up by a black lace wonderbra. Rolling Caroline's body onto her side, Ellana unzipped her skirt from the rear pulling the garment down her stocking covered legs revealing a pert buttocks covered by matching black lace shorts. Rolling the woman's body onto her back, Ellana opened out Caroline's blouse then unclipped the stockings gently rolling down the woman's long legs one at a time. What curious underwear. It feels quite...sexy. For the lack of a better word. Ellana thought as she rolled up the stockings before whipping off the lace shorts, exposing Caroline's small clitoris crowned with a trimmed strip of dark brown pubic hair, along with the suspender belt. After pulling on the underwear, clipping on the stockings Ellana stripped off Caroline's blouse then turned her on her side unhooking the bra before slipping it from her chest, pulling her into her back. Her firm springy breasts with puffy dark pink circular areolas wobbling slightly. Ellana quickly dressed in Caroline's clothing. Once she had fastened the suit jacket, Ellana briefly admired Caroline's pert tight buttocks before tossing in Clara's clothes in with her, closing the door with a snap. Picking up the woman's handbag, Ellana got into the car switching on the engine and drove out of the airport. Using Caroline's memories to help lead the way to her Mayfair flat.
The Apartment of Caroline Spencer, Mayfair 01:30am
Ellana had carried the naked sleeping body of Caroline into her luxurious Mayfair flat, setting her down into her large walk in wardrobe. Her home is considerably better furnished then the others I have been in. Perhaps, Caroline is a member of humanity's high social strata. A noble perhaps? Taking a look around Caroline's flat, Ellana didn't find any tickets to the theatre on the woman's coffee table, Well, you can't expect to be lucky all the time Ellana. There are other ways to procure a ticket as she moved into the woman's kitchen. On her fridge was a postcard hung with a magnet with the legend Viva Las Vegas! superimposed over a large building called Caesars Palace. A human female, wearing a costume similar to the Rio Samba dancers beamed in the foreground. Taking it off Ellana flipped it over. "You set my soul on fire, Caroline. Love Paul." She read aloud. Hmm? Another human city with bright lights and dancers? This looks fascinating and requires further investigation. Tomorrow morning I will head out to the city. There must be library around here to find out where to seek out Shakespeare, and find out about Viva Las Vegas. Replacing the card, Ellana fixed herself a packaged lasagne from Caroline's fridge, washing it down it with a glass of red wine. Which to her surprise, she found full bodied and fruity. Not as wholesome as Zenobian wines but not bad. After cleaning up after herself, Ellana turned in for the night. Where she dreamt of Swan Lake and Shakespeare.
Central London 09:00am
After having a quick bath and a change of clothes, Ellana jumped into Caroline's car to explore the city. Again, there were parts of the city that appeared old but it was mixed in with the new. Like Rome and St Petersburg there was history here, the people cosmopolitan, helpful with very pleasing accents. Earth is not so different than Zenobia Prime. There is so much variation across the planet, a rich thriving culture that differs wherever you are. Humans are such a remarkable race. "Excuse me, officer?" She asked a police officer, a male dressed in a peculiar garish yellow jacket with POLICE on his back, wearing an equally weird tall hat with the alpha numeric "C III" embossed in the middle. "Where is your nearest information repository?" The officer looked confused for a minute before answering. "You must mean a library, love?" Ellana nodded as the officer gave her directions to London library. "Next time just ask for the library, alright?" He smiled as Ellana thanked him. As she drove towards the library, Ellana saw an advertisement on the side of a large red double decker bus that read. The Royal Shakespeare Company proudly present Macbeth. At the Globe Theatre, Tuesday 14th February 18:00pm. Tickets now on sale for £25. Ellana smiled as she pulled in past the bus, parking outside the library. How fortuitous. I just need to find the location of this Globe Theatre and I'am ready to go. Must also find out where Viva Las Vegas is. Getting out of her car, Ellana walked into the library.
Using a human computer and the ingenious search proxy called "Google" Ellana had found exactly what she was looking for. The Globe Theatre wasn't far away from Mayfair, on London's South past the River Thames. Memorising the route, she planned to drive there next to buy herself a ticket for tomorrow's performance. But like Russia, I will not settle for being a mere spectator. I will find and replace Lady Macbeth and take to the stage once again. Ellana had also found out that "Viva Las Vegas" was not as such but actually "Las Vegas." a city in the US state of Nevada, built for pleasure and gambling. The USA as states! Fascinating. But a city devoted to gambling? How interesting, this is unheard of on Zenobia. Gambling is strictly prohibited. I must travel here next and conduct a thorough investigation Using the Internet, Ellana discovered that flights from London Heathrow to Las Vegas took 10 hours. Ellana leaned back into her chair. " How ingenious. This internet is most useful. While it may not be there yet with the Zenobian Datanet, it's progressing rapidly. And further proof that humanity are indeed special. Worthy of investigation, but for now I will stick with a good map." Ellana said to herself as an elderly human woman shushed at her. Affronted she shushed back, before scooping up her handbag and walking out. When she got back to her car, Ellana found a curious piece of paper sticking out of one of the window wipers. "Parking Notice? What's one of those? " Reading it, she looked around for the human who put it there. Finding no-one, Ellana screwed it up before chucking it into the nearest trash receptacle. Then getting in her car, she pulled out following the signs to The Globe Theatre.
Caroline's Flat, Mayfair 17:00pm the next evening
With her ticket ready on the table, Ellana drew herself another hot bath reflecting on her exploration of London. Like all human cities it was sprawling with so much history waiting to be uncovered. She had noted several places she would like to visit when she would inevitably return here. Chief among them were Westminster, Downing Street and the British Museum. After a long soak, thinking about the performance ahead, Ellana had dried herself picking out a long red dress with matching lace underwear from Caroline's closet along with some silver diamond jewellery. "You have excellent tastes in clothing, Caroline. Your husband was a fool to leave you." She said to the unconscious naked woman, still slumped in her wardrobe sleeping for the last couple days, reflected in her mirror. After she finished getting dressed, putting on some makeup Ellana looked down on Caroline. "Thank you very much for the use of your home and clothing. You've been a great help." She slid the closet door on Caroline then grabbing the ticket and car keys, Ellana swept from her apartment.
The Globe Theatre 17:45pm
Using her ticket Ellana got into the Globe Theatre, with no trouble now her next move was to acquire the form of a stagehand. There were many of both genders coming to and fro from the backstage area. Suddenly a young dark skinned human female walked past her towards the backstage door. Following her, Ellana sized her up. The girl was wearing a black short sleeved polo shirt, with "RSc" embroidered over her left breast, blue jeans and white trainers. Her ID lanyard looped around her neck. Her uniform hugged her slim petite form, quite pleasingly. She was a pretty thing with rounded features, high cheekbones and big brown almond shaped eyes. Her long black tied into a bun. She was carrying a tablet in her right hand. A unique specimen, and attractive too. Her form will be ideal to infiltrate the dressing rooms.. Grinning, Ellana slipped through the door following her into a storeroom.
21 year old Alexandria Palmer sighed as she started to take inventory of the props for the performance of Macbeth this evening. She really hated Shakespeare and often made herself scarce whenever the plays started. Alexandria finding comfort in her idol, the rapper Stormzy fresh from the East End her MP4 player safe in her jeans pocket. She had nothing to complain about however. The sound of the door opening and closing behind her drew her attention. Alexandria turned around to see a pretty white woman wearing a lovely red dress, that brought out her curves who flashed her a smile. "Excuse me, madam. This is a restricted area. Are you lost or something?" She asked the woman who cocked her head, caressing her cheek. " No, I was looking for you actually my dear." Alexandria felt her heart flutter, as she let out an aroused breath. "L-looking for me?" She squeaked in awe of the woman's beauty. The woman in the red dress grinned as she leaned forward planting her lips on Alexandria's, passionately embracing her. The young stage hand couldn't resist but return the kiss, as she felt the inside of her mouth being probed by the woman's tongue.Kissed by a White Girl and I loved it. I have found my first rap. Alexandria let out a low cry as she collapsed unconscious onto her side, tablet shattering on the floor. Ellana knelt by her body, yanking off her lanyard. "Alexandria Palmer, 21,stage hand. A big rap fan and raps in her spare time at night clubs. Hates William Shakespeare and is applying for a job at Stormzy's record label. Hmm? What's a Stormzy? " Ellana shrugged as she spoke in Alexandria's east end accent, stripping off Caroline's red dress.
After removing Alexandria's ear studs putting them in then adopting her hairstyle, Ellana unlaced her trainers pulling them off along with her white ankle socks. Rolling the girl onto her back, Ellana unfastened her jeans working them off her slender hips peeling them down her long ebony legs. She then whipped off Alexandria's solid white bikini thong exposing her small brown clitoris crowned with a trimmed black triangle of pubic fuzz. Slipping up the stolen panties, Ellana flicked up the girl's arms pulling off her polo shirt revealing a solid white plunge t-shirt bra, enveloping B-cup breasts. Pulling the girl up into a seated position, Ellana reached around unhooking the bra slipping it loose from her chest. Ellana glanced over the small be firm breasts of Alexandria with dark brown perky areolas as she got dressed in her uniform. After looping the ID over her head, Ellana found some duct tape in a cupboard taping up the naked Alexandria's wrists and ankles before gagging her. She then dragged the girl by her ankles over to an empty crate, tipping her into it and getting a good glimpse of her tight buttocks. Tossing in Caroline's dress, possessions along with the broken tablet after the stagehand, Ellana sealed the crate rubbing her hands together. " Now lets find Lady Macbeth." She grinned as she swept from the props room using the memories of Alexandria to guide her.
Lady Macbeth's Dressing Room 17:45pm
"The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan. Under my ramparts...No! For fuck sake, Ruthie! It's Battlements! Get it right! At this rate I will never be ready. And I have half an hour! Shit!" 21 year old Ruth Templeton swore as she laced her dressing room, trying to memorise Lady Macbeth's soliloquy from Act 1 Scene 5, and failing miserably. Damn it all! I didn't go through all those sleepless nights, beating 12 other hopefuls only to fail now! Again, from the top Ruthie. Ruth caught a glimpse of her self in the mirror, liking what she saw. She was a looker with diamond shaped features, narrow cheekbones and pale green eyes. Her long strawberry blonde locks tied into an elegant Tudor knot, over which a fake silver diamond tiara set rested which matched her earrings and necklace. She was dressed in a low cut silk dress that did wonders to her petite figure, and kept her small A-cups even flatter. In fact she hated the bloody thing and didn't relish wearing it for the next 4 hours. A knock at the door interrupted her as she reached the line about battlements again. "What!? I'am bloody busy! This better be good!" She shouted as she flung the door wide, to revealed a black stagehand who she recognised as Alexandria. "What the fuck, Alexandria?! Come to taunt me once again?" Alexandria cocked her head smiling. "That's a nice costume but only one of us can be Lady Macbeth." The stagehand gently caressed her cheek. "Alexandria? What are you...ah?" Ruth let out a soft husky moan as Alexandria advanced into the dressing room, closing the door behind her before she cupped Ruth's face into her hands passionately kissing her. Ruth let out a muffled surprised moan as she returned the kiss. But Alexandria as always been rude to me. I had no idea... She thought as her eyes rolled back into her head, falling unconscious into Alexandria's arms. Ellana now a perfect replica of Ruth Templeton smacked her lips together. "Ruth Templeton, 21, Lady Macbeth. How interesting. This is her first big role, she secured it by sleeping with the Performing Arts Director. Her only role before that was a walk on as a lady in waiting in Romeo and Juliet. I'am probably doing you a favour." She lowered the unconscious woman to the floor of her dressing room before stripping out of Alexandria's clothes.
Ellana loosened Ruth's hair copying her knot before removing her jewellery and pulling off her green silk shoes. After fixing on the actresses jewellery Ellana unlaced the silk dress from the side gripping the shoulder peeling it down her slim petite form, exposing her barely raised but elegant A-cup breasts with puffy pink areolas. A green lace G-string was all that protected her modesty. Ellana pulled them off from around Ruth's thighs revealing a full pink womanhood topped with a faint trimmed strip of strawberry blonde pubic hair, along with a small but firm buttocks. Standing over the pleasing sight of Ruth's naked form, Ellana pulled on the costume including the underwear. Once she had laced up the dress, Ellana bound Ruth's limbs with Alexandria's underwear gagging her with the lanyard then dragged her under the shoulders to her wardrobe. Setting the girls body in the wardrobe, Ellana tossed Alexandria's uniform in then closed the door. Picking up the script that Ruth had dropped, Ellana memorised her lines applying makeup to look the part. Looking over to the clock on the wall, which read 17:55 she put down the script walking over the door. Ellana opened it to a young pretty brunette stagehand whose name was Elizabeth according to her ID, who paused in knocking. "Oh! Ms Templeton. Excuse me, I was just coming to give you the five o'clock warning. But you look all set." Ellana nodded as she closed the door behind her. "Yes. I'am ready to give it my all." Elizabeth smiled. "Well, good luck. Ms Templeton and break a leg!" Ellana flashed her a confused look Is that another idiom? I hope so. " I most certainly won't! What an awful thing to say." She said as she walked towards the stage, leaving Elizabeth utterly bemused.
After taking a bow with the other actors, the play got underway. As she watched the play in-between her scenes, Ellana was struck by how gripping the plot was. In fact the story, which featured witchcraft, intrigue and murder reminded Ellana of the Zenobian play Princess Valena. Itself a controversial play in which Valena had worked her way from pauper to princess, by murdering her rivals assuming their forms and tricking their husbands to kill their rivals to clear her way to the throne. The reason for the controversy was that it was the only play which allowed the lead actress to use her natural abilities, which was banned under Zenobian law. The play itself was banned until an impassioned play from the Performing Arts Academy overturned the ruling. That and all the players, even the male roles where all female. When it came to her scenes, Ellana believed she performed admirably. Well if the applause to the monologue she did in Act 1 Scene 5 was anything to go by. In fact she felt the experience empowering and uplifting. It's my natural cunning as a Zenobian shifter. When I become another female, that is in itself a performance. The time had simply flown by as Ellana enjoyed herself immeasurably. It wasn't until the opening of Act 3, that all that was about to change.
20:30pm
Suddenly a crowd of strangely dressed humans, both genders burst into the theatre. They were dressed in thick padded beige jackets and trousers with fluorescent strips. Their heads covered by yellow helmets. I have a sudden feeling of a repeat occurrence. I believe the Floridians call it Deja vû. They aren't military? Public service perhaps? Still you have to credit the MiB, they are doing their best to trap me. Well it isn't good enough. Their leader, a male human in a white helmet called out. "Everyone! London Fire Service! We have reports of a gas leak on the premises! My crew will escort you out in an orderly manner. The Metropolitan Police and Ambulance Service are on their way!" Don't won't do at all, I need to get out before the authorities or the MiB catch me Seeing an exit door of the stage to her left, Ellana rushed through it.
As she walked towards the fire escape, unable to shake that feeling of Déja vû as a young female voice full of authority called from behind her. "Excuse me, ma'am." She turned to see a young pretty firewoman behind her. "Yes, officer. What's the problem? I'am !eaving." Ellana appraised her Her uniform and face might come in handy or in the very least help in acquiring another form. The woman her smooth gentle features, big blue eyes full of sympathy shook her head. "Sorry, love. I have been ordered to escort the actors to safety through the safest egress. And that's the front entrance, please come with me." A plan forming in her mind, she approached the woman. "Of course, yes you would no best. Lead the way." As she let the firewoman put an arm around her shoulder, Ellana used her leg to spin the firewoman into her arms, facing her. Her helmet fell off her head, revealing short shoulder length chestnut hair tucked behind her ears. "What are you doing...oh?" Ellana released her pheromones, calming her before she bent over kissing the girls on her soft lips, feeling herself change into the girl's shape. The firewoman let out a surprised moan as she briefly returned the kiss before slumping unconscious into Ellana's waiting arms. Ellana picked up the helmet dragging her to the nearest broom cupboard. " Carla Bradbury, 25, London Firefighter. Originally applied to the Metropolitan Police Service, but they turned her down due to a lack of qualifications. Instead she joined the fire service and loves her job." Ellana said as she laid the unconscious woman onto the floor of the broom closet, closing the door behind her.
It was quite the surprise stripping the unconscious Carla of her uniform, which actually consisted of a navy polo shirt, with the Fire Service Logo, matching cargo pants and black lace boots, under the heavy fireproof suit. Then came her underwear a matching blue lace low cut bra and matching hipster shorts. Now she stood over the naked unconscious body of the firewoman admiring the toned athletic body, laying on her side. Carla's peach shaped bum, small but perfectly form B-cup breasts with light pink perky areolas and small but clean shaven clitoris on full display. Not much difference from our Fire and Rescue Department. They are all mixed gender as well. Males handle the rescuing, females first aid and evacuation. She quickly got dressed in Carla's uniform. After strapping on the helmet, Ellana taped up Carla's wrists, ankles and gagging her with a strip. When she was finished Ellana exited the broom cupboard, weighing up her next move. This uniform will not get me past the cordon for sure, but perhaps I can use it to secure myself a different form. After all, humans trust the uniform after all just like Rome Grinning, Ellana walked back into the stage area scanning for a suitable human female. Most were in the process of being evacuated by the other fire fighters, all except one. A pretty young girl with tanned skin, rounded features and big brown eyes in front of her. Long silken black hair tied into a ponytail. You will do nicely, my dear. Time to get into character. Smiling Ellana approached the girl.
Indira Sharma stood watching the firefighters evacuating the other audience members with concern. If there is really gas, then why can't I smell any. And why haven't they evacuated me yet. I hope they aren't going to leave the Indian girl last. So far she had enjoyed the play, particularly the young actress playing Lady Macbeth she was simply inspiring to watch. Her love of Shakespeare truly showed in her performance. That was until the invention of London's finest. She was dressed this evening in a loose white top over which she wore a matching denim jacket and black leather pumps. With dangling earrings and a beaded necklace. "Excuse me, ma'am?" Indira turned to see a young woman firefighter, a pretty white girl. " I have been ordered to evacuate everyone from the stage area to the safest egress, the rear fire escape. Please follow me." Indira smiled with relief as she fell into step behind the woman. "Thank god, I was getting worried you had forgotten about me." As she followed the firefighter out the rear fire escape into the cool London night. "Um, excuse me. But where is every-mmmph!" Indira wasn't prepared for the firefighter pinning her to the wall of the alley with a kiss, her struggles ceasing as the woman caressed her cheek. Indira felt the woman's tongue probe her mouth as she briefly returning the kiss, surprising herself. Feeling her eyes roll into her skull, Indira slid down the wall of the alley unconscious, letting out a low rattle. Ellana wiping her mouth spoke with Indira's enchanting accent. "Indira Sharma, 20, Drama Student. She is a massive Shakespeare fan, and is an aspiring actress. She wants to audition for the Royal Shakespeare Company. She as no fear of defying her parents, who want het to marry a rich boy from India." She said taking off Carla's helmet, along with her uniform.
Ellana removed Indira's jewellery including her watch, putting it on herself before slipping off her shoes. After she slipped off the girls jacket from her slender shoulders, Ellana held up the girl's arms pulling the loose top over her head revealing a solid pink underwired bra, with a little bow in between the B-cups. Unhooking the girls bra, exposed firm B-cup breasts with firm puffy brown areolas. After fastening on Indira's bra, Ellana unbuttoned the denim skirt working them off her slender hips pulling them down her tanned legs. Along with her matching pink panties, with a bow on the hemline above the gusset, leaving Indira's small womanhood decorated with a trimmed black triangle on display. Ellana finished dressing in Indira's clothes, then adopted her braided ponytail. After looping the Indira's handbag over her shoulders, Ellana taped her wrists and ankles together, gagging her with the duct tape from the broom cupboard. With the naked human secured, she dragged Indira's body to a dumpster tipping her inside along with Carla's uniform. Snapping the lid shut, Ellana straightened her new jacket before leaving the alley, relieved that the police corden hadn't extended that far. Hmm? Not as thorough as the Russians, interesting. Ellana walked down the street away from the globe theatre, holding out her hand she flagged down a black taxi. "Where to love?" Asked the driver, a friendly bald human male with a broken nose. "London Heathrow, please." She replied leaning back into her seat, buckling up. The driver nodded. "Very good, love. I will have there in a jiffy." What a friendly people, these British. Leaning back into her seat, Ellana turned in her seat bading the Globe Theatre a silent farewell as the taxi pulled away.
London Heathrow Airport 22:00pm
Arriving at the airport, Ellana scanned the departure boards noticing a British Airways flight to Las Vegas leaving in an hour. Perfect, I just need a new identity and I'am all set to go. The sound of clacking heels drew Ellana's attention, she turned to see two stewardesses approaching her chatting away. They were both dressed in matching navy buttoned jackets, their nameplates on their right breasts, knee high skirt, red scarf with pillbox hats wings pinned on the right hand side. They were both attractive women, one with auburn hair, knotted in a bun the other was a blonde with a similar style. Both had handbags looped over their shoulders, dragging their hand luggage behind them. Getting closer Ellana listened on their conversation. "Well, I'am so looking forward to going to Vegas, Sam." Said the red head to her friend, the blonde who laughed. "I suppose that's because you're going to have a flutter, Joanne. You lucky cow. I'am going to be freezing my tits off in Stockholm." Sam teased laying an hand on Joanne's arm. "Just try and stop me. I will be all over those slot machines for the next two days." The red head replied as her blonde friend Sam tittered. "Just make sure you don't blow all your wages in one sitting. Or lose that uniform. We only get the one after all." Joanne laughed as she turned to her friend. "Well, I'am popping off to the little girls room to spruce myself up. Enjoy freezing your tits off in Stockholm." They both separated kissing each other on the cheeks before Joanne headed over to the ladies bathroom. Grinning, Ellana followed her mark.
Joanne Newman took out her blusher dabbing her high cheekbones as she admired her angular features and piercing blue eyes, that her boyfriend Captain Derek Harman had fallen in love with. She sighed, Joanne had missed him it had been a while since they had come together and she was getting frustrated. Behind her the sound of the door opening and closing drew her attention. It was a pretty young indian girl. Joanne herself was bisexual and could appreciate the girls exotic beauty but still felt conflicted about Derek. She settled for flashing the pretty thing with a warm smile. The girl returned it then getting behind her, gently caressed Joanne's cheek from behind. Joanne let out a low aroused moan as she turned to face the girl. My god, she is so beautiful, so exotic. But Derek...? Come on, Joanne. It's one little kiss with a pretty girl. What Derek doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides you need this. The girl seemed to answer that question for her, pulling her by her scarf into the cubicle behind them. Joanne was pinned to the side of the cubicle with a passionate kiss by the Indian girl, who probed the inside of her mouth with her wet tongue. Joanne hungrily returned the kiss, unbuttoning her jacket. Yes! Yes, I need this. I hope we make ou... Joanne didn't finish her thought as she let out a muffled aroused groan, sliding down the cubicle wall unconscious. Ellana smiling tasted cherry on her lips, as she put on Joanne's hat. "Joanne Newman, 24, BA Stewardess. Currently dating a pilot who is on a separate flight to Dubai and hasn't had sex with him for two weeks. Explains her eagerness." She said with Joanne's South London accent as she stripped off Indira's clothes.
Taking off Joanne's dangling earrings Ellana put them on before working loose the woman's hair copying her bun, before slipping off her high heels. After setting the unconscious stewardess onto the toilet, Ellana stripped off the woman's jacket then removed the scarf from around her slender neck. Unbuttoning her white blouse revealing C-cup breasts enveloped by a nude coloured lace plunge bra. Reaching around Joanne's back, Ellana unzipped her skirt pulling it down her long shiny legs followed carefully by her nude coloured translucent tights. After removing the tights one leg at a time, Ellana turned her attention to the matching nude tanga thong between her thighs covering her modesty. Whipping these off to expose her full clitoris crowned with a small trimmed triangle of auburn hair, Ellana pulled on the stolen undergarments before stripping off the blouse. Unfastening Joanne's bra from the front gave Ellana a good glimpse of her firm rounded C-cup breasts with full puffy pink areolas and perky nipples. Snapping on the bra, Ellana got dressed in the rest Joanne's uniform.
Now fully dressed, Ellana used the last of the duct tape she had taken from the theatre to tape up Joanne's wrists, ankles then gagged her. Grabbing her slim athletic naked body by the ankles, Ellana dragged Joanne towards the attendants cupboard stashing her nude form behind a bucket and broom, taking her time to admire the woman's peach shaped buttocks before closing the door leaving Joanne in darkness. Walking up to the stewardesses handbag still perched on the sinks, Ellana applied some of Joanne's makeup including a cherry tasting lipstick. Smacking her lips together satisfied, she looped Joanne's handbag over her shoulder taking her hand luggage. Dragging it behind her, Ellana paused to let another young woman into the bathroom before walking back through the terminal.
Boarding BA flight BA8579 to Las Vegas, Ellana assisted the other stewardesses in giving the preflight demonstration. As the plane lifted into the air, Ellana busied herself with Joanne's duties her mind wondered to thoughts of Las Vegas. She was most looking forward to finding out what passed for gambling on Earth and what on Zenobia Prime a slot machine was.
