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Literature
Above and Beyond (Stewardess TF) “Good morning, miss! My apologies for disturbing you before the flight, but it is my pleasure to share some exciting news with you!” A bubbly, sunny voice alongside a bombastic floral perfume broke Jen out of her 6 AM-takeoff zombification. Her bagged brown eyes, sleepless face, and mop of brown hair slowly turned to their right, encountering a bright-eyed, blonde-bun’d, expertly made-up paragon of customer service, smartly dressed a navy blue and white, skirt-suited SkyBridge Airlines stewardess uniform. Jen wanted to snap back, but the smile on the attendant’s face was so uncanny that it horseshoed back around to feeling genuine. So, she instead mustered about the only other reply three hours’ sleep would allow. “Huh?” Undeterred, the stewardess continued. “Allow me to explain, ma’am! First of all, my name is Olivia and it is such a pleasure to have you on board this morning!” “Uh-huh…” Your name is on a short-list of candidates on this flight for the chance to receive some very special treatment in the front cabin once we have reached our cruising altitude of ten-thousand feet, and you will be free to move about the cabin.” Jen winced a little at the end of the stewardess’ explaination, which to her sounded more like a recording than a person, but she shrugged it off, intrigued. “Special treatment? Like first class?” Olivia gave a polite nod. “Why, yes! In fact, you will spend the rest of the flight in our ‘SkyBrite’ first class cabin!” Now that got Jen’s attention. “Alright! Sounds good to me. I’m in.” Olivia’s already sunny demeanor perked up even further, her hands clasping together as she flashed another toothy grin. “Wonderful! Please remember to say seated through take-off and landing, and do not remove your seatbelt until the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt sign, at which point you are free to move about the cabin and join us in the front.” Jen nodded. “Alright, will do.” “For now,” Olivia continued, “please enjoy this complimentary confection, and thank you for flying SkyBridge Airlines.” Olivia reached into her blazer pocket and retrieved a small wrapper. Inside, sat ared tart-like pastry in the shape of the airline’s wing crest. Her white-gloved hand lowered almost mechanically down to Jen, offering her the pastry. Jen took it, and Olivia stepped back from Jen’s seat, gave a smile and a nod, turned on her heels, and marched towards the front of the cabin. Jen shrugged, eyed the package, and unwrapped it, sliding the small treat into her mouth in one bite. It was pretty standard airplane food, but the sour jelly frosting was tasty. The plane taxied, took off, and climbed without incident, and all of the sudden, Jen found herself anxiously tapping her flip-flop’d foot and staring at the still-illuminated fasten seat belt sign, eyeing the lavatory a couple rows in front of her as well. Might as well try and give herself a once-over if she’s gonna fly fancy. In an instant, the intercom tone sounded and the fasten seat belt sign shut off. Jen ignored Olivia’s pristine recitation of the cabin’s instructions as she bolted for the lavatory. Inside, she glanced down quickly at her outfit, grimacing a bit. She wasn’t typically the overly-slobby type, though she did prefer to keep it casual. Her brown hoodie and black sweatpants were more than fine for a long, economy-class haul across the country. Not exactly first-class material, she thought. She did notice, though, that her eyes seemed a bit brighter than they were in the mirror back in the airport, and her skin looked smoother as well. Maybe her lips were even stained red from the candy. She gave herself a quick smile in the mirror, more pleased with her situation than she thought she’d be at this point, and stepped back into the cabin. Something felt… different somehow when she looked back out over the rows of passengers in between her and the front of the plane. As she slowly walked down to the first class cabin, Jen felt her eyes darting from passenger to passenger, scanning to see if anything was amiss. She even bent down to pick up a couple of wrappers as she went, a sense of… something nagging at her more and more. That odd sense of duty, like there was something she was supposed to do, reached its apex as she grasped for the curtain that separated first and economy. She whipped the curtain across with a flourish, and then immediately turned and beamed her brightest smile at the man seated to her left. “Good morning, sir! Would you care for something to drink?” She asked, brightly and genuinely. The man, taken aback slightly, but deciding to play along with the smiling girl in a hoodie and sweatpants, chuckled and replied, “your finest champaigne, miss.” Unbothered, Jen smiled and replied, “Certainly, sir.” Before continuing her pace from before. At this point, her mind was a haze. She couldn’t fully comprehend what just happened—or what had been happening for that matter. She was still hyper-attentive, her eyes continuing to dart around the cabin as she tried to muster an ounce of introspection to try and make sense of what just happened. But that seemed impossible. It didn’t really seem to matter to Jen what she wanted. She served a higher purpose. She had a different goal. With a million different voices screaming different things, Jen grasped the handle of the door to the front galley. With a sigh, she turned it and walked in. Inside stood Olivia and one other stewardess, both busy preparing meals and drinks. When Jen entered, they both immediately ceased what they were doing, turned to her, and smiled. “Good morning, Jen, and thank you for joining us.” Olivia began. “We know you have many choices when you fly, so it means the world that you chose SkyBridge Airlines.” Jen nodded, completely in a daze. The stewardess to her right spoke up, opening a small door in the wall. “However, it would appear as if you boarded the plane today without being ready to serve your passengers properly.” She cooed, porcelain skin and black bun shining in the low light, her smile unwavering. “We are required to administer special treatment to assure that this never happens again.” Followed Olivia. “Please, take your seat and prepare for conversion.” Olivia motioned to the jump seat opposite the other stewardess. Jen’s dazed mind screamed in protestation, but her body moved anyway, seating itself primly on the jump seat. When she sat down, Olivia moved from her post and slid onto the seat next to her, turning to her ear. “Now, tell me, Jennifer.” Olivia began with opulent sweetness, her body thrusting itself onto Jen’s shoulder, “have you been a good stewardess today?” “…n..no…” Jen mumbled “Yes, that’s right, sweetheart. You neglected your passengers.” Jen gasped with legitimate realization and guilt. “I’ve neglected my passengers!” She cried. “Yes, dear. Yes you have.” Olivia smoothly reinforced, kissing Jen on the neck. “Do you want to do better?” She asked, tracing her hand down Jen’s side and kissing her neck a second time. “Y…yes…” Jen nodded. “Say it.” Olivia demanded, a new sharpness in her voice. “Say that you want to do better.” “I wanna… do better…” “Do you want to do better?” “I… wannaa…” “You want to what?” “I wanna do better…” “Do you want to be a good stewardess?” Olivia preened, her hands gliding up and down Jen’s leg and torso. Jen’s eyes widened, hungrily. “Yes!” She gasped out. “I wanna be a good stewardess!” Olivia’s hand flew underneath Jen’s hoodie and cupped her left breast, her long, manicured nails balancing themselves delicately on her nipple. “A good stewardess is polite, right baby?” Jen nodded. “A good stewardess… is polite…” Olivia frowned. “…is polite…?” Jen gasped again. “A good stewardess… is polite… ma’am…” Olivia teased Jen’s nipple ever so slightly. A wave of pleasure resonated through Jen’s body. “Very good, dear. What else does a good stewardess do?” “Uhh… a good stewardess… always smiles… ma’am.” Another tease of the nipple, this one sharper. “Wonderful, baby. I think you’re just about ready to be a good stewardess.” Jen turned lazily and flashed a dopey, toothy smile towards Olivia’s grinning face. She giggled, gasping out a ditzy, “yay!” Olivia took Jen’s chin with her other hand and stared directly into her eyes. “A good stewardess always looks her best, doesn’t she, baby?” Jen nodded, “mmhmm!” At that moment, Olivia lunged her perfect lips into Jen’s while fully strangling Jen’s nipple in between her nails. Jen’s body convulsed with pleasure as she fell into Olivia’s body, devouring her lips and neck. ——— Jennifer stood at the front of the airplane, intercom in her white-gloved hand, her bright, radiant smile shining in the cabin light. Her brown hair was done up in a tight bun, with her bangs swept and rolled into a timeless vintage style. Her face was perfectly made-up, nude but caked-on, with ever-so-flirtatious shadow and mascara to go alongside her ruby-red lips and spotless smile. Her starched, ironed, perfectly-tailored white blouse adhered rigidly to her figure, buttoned-up rigidly to the top, where a light blue bow sat on her collar. Encasing her torso as well was a light-blue blazer, also stiff and form-fitting, held together across her stomach by gold buttons. Her rigid, knee-length pencil skirt of the same color ran right into seamless nude stockings, all finished off with glossy, black, 4-inch ankle-strap pumps. “Good evening, and welcome to SkyBridge Airlines!” She chirped into the microphone. “My name is Jennifer, and I am just ever-so delighted to serve you today alongside the rest of our flight crew. We will be pushing back from the gate shortly, so please fasten your seatbelt so that it is low and snug across your waist. We will be performing a final check as we prepare for departure. Thank you, and please do not hesitate to let me know how I can serve you!” Jennifer replaced the intercom on the wall, thrilled to finally be a good stewardess.