Danny Dawson, an eighteen-year-old school leaver with no job or training
to go to upon his leaving education, was reporting to the location of
the recently elected Authoritarian Female Party government's Work
Motivation Programme, placements were being assigned by Job Centre's, to
male long-term unemployed (over three months), and to male school
leavers with no immediate prospects of employment or training.
Placements were specifically designed, by the A.F.P.'s think-tank, to
'motivate' lazy, workshy, malingering welfare claimants many of who,
were second, even third generation 'career claimants' into finding
Danny's Letter of Notification from his local Job Centre, had informed
him that his placement would be with 'Sunshine Holidays', based at
Manchester Airport Terminal 2. And, that the official title of his
placement, was an 'Air Purification Technician'.
early-morning ride to Manchester Airport on the airport bus had proved
to be an unexpectedly exciting experience, for the bleary-eyed Danny
and he had quickly woken up!
had sat two seats behind two lovely-looking girls of about his own age,
who were sisters, and who's names were Marie and Lisa. Danny was
especially taken, with Marie. With her white-blonde hair and blue eyes,
Danny thought she was exceptionally beautiful a real eye-catcher.
airport bus, Danny had become tremendously excited sexually aroused
from watching Marie and Lisa's absentminded, under-the-seat shoe-play.
Thrilled beyond words, from watching their suntanned bare feet, playing
with, toying with masterfully manipulating their bright-yellow, thin
rubber-soled flip flops.
then, upon their arrival at Manchester Airport, Danny had continued to
watch and admire the two sexy sisters.
that was how Danny had come to discover that, with their mum and dad,
Marie and Lisa had joined the queue to the baggage check-in desk, of ...
it had then come as a jolting shock, to Danny, to see that Sunshine
Holidays had just one flight announcement on their destination board:
Flight SH 123 to Corfu ... and Danny had overheard the family, earlier,
talking about going on holiday to Corfu.
* * *
Now, Danny was at Manchester Airport Terminal 2 Departures ... And he
was like a child in a sweet shop. He was all but salivating, as he
looked around. Looking around, and feasting his greedy eyes upon the
amazing array of pulse-raising eye candy that was being so
tantalisingly and, unwittingly! displayed.
As he avidly scanned the long row of Air Line Information Desks, Danny
was amazed and excited by just how many of the uniformed air hostesses,
and other associated female staff, were doing their ... 'thing'.
Those 'things', that so thrilled him to see, and that he was on a
constant look-out for: Girls' and women's absentminded shoe-play.
The Information Desks of the Air Lines that operated out of Manchester
Airport Terminal 2, were situated in a long row, at the entrance end
of the Departures Hall. And Danny was stunned, upon seeing just how much
of his favourite ... spectator sport, was actually going on there. Danny
could have a field day, in here! he thought. There were just so many
exciting 'sightings', for him to gorge his shoe-play-alert eyes upon.
Danny saw that, in front of about half about half! of those Air Line
Information Desks, there was a (and, sometimes more than one) uniformed
air hostess and/or other associated female staff member ... at it. Doing
their 'thing'. Oh! Doing those 'things', that they did ...
Avidly, Danny watched as, absentmindedly,
as they chatted away to the Information Desk receptionist and other
colleagues, these female Air Line staff most of them wearing hose, and
low or medium-heeled uniform pumps as if footsore, would perhaps ease
a tired and achy foot from their shoe and, slowly and gently, rub the
entire length of the sensitive sole of their foot along the top of the
heel of their shoe, back and forth, repeatedly.
Or, press their toes down on the top of
the heel of their shoe and, as if playfully, cause the toe of their shoe
to tilt, see-saw like, over and over. Until they slipped their foot back
into their shoe, and then immediately repeated the procedure with their
Or, knee bent, rest one foot inside their
pump; sole facing upward, in a thrilling-to-see, 'showpiece' display
one of Danny's favourite absentminded shoe-playing ... moves.
Or ... oh, all kinds of 'things'! Myriad
seemingly limitless! absentminded 'things' ... The 'things' that some
girls and women seemed to do, as an unconscious, unthinking reaction, to
whatever interesting, newsy, amusing, saucy, or scandalous tit bit of
gossip, that was being shared by their friends and colleagues at that
Danny knew, from his countless voyeuristic
experiences that, the more interesting, the more amusing, the more
scandalous, the saucier the sexier was their topic under discussion,
all the more exciting to watch, would be these 'susceptible' females'
subliminally influenced, absentminded shoe-play action.
An extra-juicy tit bit, of saucy,
scandalous sexy gossip, could make these ... so-inclined females,
shoe-play crazy. Often inspiring the most fascinating, awesome, and
incredibly thrilling, of shoe-play scenes. And, on occasion, providing a
veritable extravaganza, of eye-widening, pulse-raising, penis-expanding,
can't-look-away-from, absentminded shoe-play 'teasing'.
And, standing at a number of the Air Line
Information Desks, there were quite a number of female Air Line staff.
Female Air Line staff, who were unwittingly attracting, and captivating,
Danny's ... interest. Female Air Line staff, who were, unknowingly,
enslaving his attention.
For; either singly, while chatting to the
receptionist across the desk, or in pairs, or clustered together in
small, gossiping groups, they were 'at it' each of them, doing their
own, individual, unique 'thing'.
To Danny, the Terminal 2 Departures Hall
was like the proverbial 'Land of plenty'.
But, alas, as much as he longed to, Danny
couldn't afford to stand around, enjoying his awesome 'sightings' ... he
had to be somewhere, before 06:00.
* * *
Danny quickly spotted the familiar, bright and uplifting, happy-faced
shining sun logo of the popular budget travel company that he was
looking for Sunshine Holidays.
This was the Air Line that Danny's local Job Centre, in their Letter of
Notification, had instructed him to report to. For, on the Monday
following his leaving education, he was to take up his assigned
placement, as an Air Purification Technician.
'Placements', were one of the Work Motivation Programme schemes that
were being implemented nationwide by the recently elected Authoritarian
Female Party government.
Placements were being introduced, by the A.F.P., as a means of making
male benefits claimants do ... something, to earn their welfare
handouts. They were being introduced, as a means of giving benefits
claimants in particular, members of the long-term unemployed a
none-too-gentle nudge in the right direction: towards finding gainful
The A.F.P., for the moment, were being rather secretive about just what,
exactly, that 'something' might entail. After all, they didn't want the
welfare claimants discovering the true nature of their assigned
placements prematurely, resulting in many of them scrambling and
scurrying for cover, and disappearing into the woodwork.
Not that it mattered, really. Because if benefits claimants failed to
report to their placements, without good reason (without their having
the necessary doctor's note, or some other required documentation),
their welfare handouts would be stopped with immediate effect.
So either way, the A.F.P. won. And anyway, the true nature of placements
would become common knowledge, soon enough ...
As Danny approached the Sunshine Holidays Information Desk, it was with
some surprise that he saw three lads of his own age already there
three lads, who Danny knew!
For, the decidedly dejected-looking threesome were former classmates of
his: Alan Wallace, Eric Pierce and Kelvin Costello.
Danny knew that, just like himself, none of them had a job or training
to go to immediately upon their leaving education. He knew also, that
they had all intended to follow the same 'career path' as himself and,
of their fathers before them: Sponging, from the country's
solid-citizen, hard-working tax-payers.
In fact, one of these three lads had been Danny's best mate at school
Alan Wallace (who'd had the unenviable and inevitable nickname, of
Danny now felt a bit better about things, in finding that Al (Danny
hadn't called his best schoolmate by his derogatory, and hated
sobriquet) was there too and, that Al had apparently been assigned to
the same placement as himself.
So at least he wasn't on his own and, he and Al being there together,
along with chums Eric and Kelvin, served as a sort of safety-in-numbers,
comradely support, to Danny.
Danny saw that, as well as his three former school pals, also standing
at the Sunshine Holidays Information Desk, was an air hostess. Danny
guessed she was about twenty-three the same age as his big sister,
The air hostess was very attractively dressed, thought Danny. Attired as
she was, in her Sunshine Holidays cabin crew uniform: bright-blue
jacket, dark-blue skirt, white blouse, dark hose, and two-inch heeled,
dark-blue pumps, Danny thought she looked fantastic.
Her uniform was snug-fitting, too, serving to highlight the attributes
of her already attractive and curvy figure to even greater favour and
She wore her long, dark hair piled on top of her head, in the practical,
yet also very attractive style typically seen worn by long-haired air
hostesses on duty.
Engaged in conversation with the Information Desk receptionist, the air
hostess was standing with her back to Danny. Danny was just about to
announce his presence, when the air hostess; suddenly transferring her
weight to her left leg, did one of those ... 'things'. Danny's mouth
opened but it wasn't to speak!
For, the air hostess had eased her right foot from her seemingly rather
tight-fitting Danny actually heard a slight whooshing sound, as of
vacuum-sealed air being released two-inch heeled, dark-blue uniform
pump. And, raising her dark-hosed foot behind her; well clear of her
shoe, until her foot was actually positioned horizontal and parallel
with the floor, she luxuriated in flexing, then scrunching ... flexing,
then scrunching ... her toes.
Riveted, Danny could only stand and watch. Could only ogle, and stare,
in open-mouthed amazement literally awestruck as he gazed down at
the glorious wonder of her dark-hosed sole.
For, Danny had rarely witnessed such an electrifying, eye-opening
'sighting'. A sighting, of such up-close,
nothing-left-to-the-imagination, high-definition quality.
And, never before, with an air hostess.
In Danny's experience, this wasn't something that happened every day
not like this! You had to appreciate treasure these rare moments.
These, once-every-blue-moon 'sightings'. Enjoy them to the full.
Both now, and ... later, when he got home, and replayed in his mind, the
The air hostess then returned her right foot to her shoe ... but she
didn't put it back on. Instead, with her knee bent, she rested the top
of her foot inside her uniform pump, unwittingly treating Danny, to an
unbelievable view of her now slightly wrinkled, dark-hosed sole.
Danny couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe his luck! This, thought
Danny, must be a once-in-a-million a billion! sighting.
Danny, in a world of his own, just stared, and stared, and stared, at
the incredibly thrilling spectacle. There, right in front of him!
Staring raptly, intensely, Danny could actually see the sole the
actual flesh of the air hostess's right foot. For her sole was
visible, through the dark, gauzy covering of her hose ... That is, if
you looked hard enough. If you scrutinised closely enough. If you
studied assiduously enough.
And Danny did. He looked hard enough, scrutinised closely enough,
studied assiduously enough ... to make out details. Exciting
A rather wide sole, a deep arch, and long
toes (that were now splaying, then wiggling ... splaying, then wiggling
...), and an excitingly prominent, almost round heel.
Captivated, Danny stared at the air hostess's lovely, shapely sexy
sole. As though spellbound, he gazed at the bottom of her heel; at her
deep arch; at the ball of her foot; at her; now flexing ... now
scrunching ... now flexing ... now scrunching, toes. Marvelled, at her
As if she had sensed someone watching her someone spying on her! the
air hostess suddenly inserted her foot back into her seemingly rather
tight-fitting uniform pump, and she whirled around to see Danny ... who
had, just about in time, managed to drag his greedily feasting eyes away
from her thrillingly displayed, excitingly exposed unwittingly
presented! dark-hosed right sole.
"Yes ...?" said the air hostess to Danny.
She spoke the word sternly. As if she suspected Danny, of something ...
underhand. As if she suspected, that Danny had been staring at her very
shapely dynamite legs, and at her equally shapely bottom.
And, even though the air hostess had spoken only that one, single word,
Danny discerned in her tone a certain, unmistakable ... quality: The
power of command.
Danny; used to living under the firm, no-nonsense rule of his mum and
his two older sisters, Elaine and Melanie, recognised the voice of
authority when he heard it ... And he was hearing it now.
"I'm Danny Dawson, and I've come about my ... my placement," replied
Danny curtly; but in a tone that, for him, was not far from being
actually respectful. Well, how could he possibly bad-mouth this air
hostess, after what he had just witnessed? After what she had just
albeit, unwittingly treated him to?
"Dawson," said the air hostess, in a displeased tone. "I've been waiting
for you. I am Chief Stewardess Julie Davies 'Miss Julie', to you,
Dawson of Sunshine Holidays. Today, you and your three ...
colleagues," she nodded towards Danny's three former school pals
"will be operating on my flight, in your assigned placements as Air
"Unless you are directed otherwise," she went on, "you will continue to
report here, to the Sunshine Holidays Information Desk, at six a.m. on
every alternate day. So, just to be clear: that means that from after
today, Monday, you will then report here again on Wednesday, then
Friday, then Sunday, then Tuesday ... and so on and so on. And you will
continue to do so, until you are told any different or until you get a
job, of course. Got that, you lot?"
Danny and his three former school pals mumbled and nodded their
indications that they understood what the air hostess Chief Stewardess
Julie Davies was telling them.
"Now, time is short, Dawson, so I'll just repeat a few of the main Rules
and Reg's for you to be going on with: At all times, you will respond
obediently and compliantly to all orders issued to you by members of
cabin crew. That's rule Number One. Having
said that, you will be ultimately responsible to, and answerable to me,
Dawson ... So you had better measure up. And I am telling you now: I
won't put up with any nonsense from you. I will be the person writing up
your Satisfaction of Conduct report upon our return. My report will then
be forwarded to your controllers at your local Job Centre. And, after
reading my report, your controllers will then decide whether any actions
are to be taken against you. All Satisfaction of Conduct reports are
then placed on file, and kept for future reference. And so, it is in
your own best interests, Dawson ... to do anything and everything you
can, to favourably influence what I put in your report.
"Is all of that quite clear, Dawson? Has
all of that sunk in? Are you getting ... my drift?" asked Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies.
Danny wasn't slow lazy, yes, but not
slow. He could read between the lines of what Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies ('Miss Julie', to you, Dawson) was saying to him: He had better
keep her sweet. Or else!
Danny was not accustomed to being addressed by his surname, and he
didn't like it. Hated it, in fact. To Danny, being called by his
surname, came off as sounding decidedly unfriendly hostile, even. At
school, teachers were customarily informal, and always addressed
students by their first names. Of course, his surname had always been
called out at the morning School Assembly. But that was different:
though it was formal and impersonal, he understood the necessity for it
on such occasions and, while he did not like it, when done in that
context it did not offend him.
Whereas, Chief Stewardess Julie Davies; standing right in front of him,
getting right in his face, and repeatedly calling him by his surname
did offend him.
He knew why she did it, though. It wasn't to goad him, to provoke him,
to wind him up. No. It was to firmly establish, right from the get-go,
her unquestioned authority over him. Pure and simple. It was to clearly
convey, to Danny, in no uncertain terms, her power over him. To let
Danny know make him understand that he must do whatever she ordered
him to do. That he must, immediately and without question, obey her
commands and the commands of her cabin crew colleagues ... Or she
and they would put their foot down.
And so Danny replied to the senior air hostess's question, in the same,
'almost' respectful tone that he had used earlier. "Yes, Miss Julie.
It's quite clear ... I get your drift."
"Right, then. Now, Dawson, now that the preliminaries are out of the
way, let's go and we must hurry. It is due to your tardiness, Dawson,
that we are now so pressed for time. Because of your making me repeat
what I had already said to your three colleagues, two hundred Sunshine
Holidays passengers might be delayed from flying off to their holidays
at Corfu. And that, Dawson, would not make for very good reading on your
Satisfaction of Conduct report ... were I to include it, when I write it
up later ... would it?" said Chief Stewardess Julie Davies,
Turning to Danny's three former classmates, Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies snapped, "Wallace! Pierce! Costello! Come along with Dawson.
Follow me, you lazy lot! It's time for you idlers to ... do something,
for your unemployment benefit handouts."
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies then fluttered her fingers goodbye to her
friend and colleague, the Sunshine Holidays Information Desk
receptionist. "See you on Thursday, Stel," she said.
The Information Desk receptionist, who's name tag read 'Stella',
returned the friendly farewell gesture with a jaunty little
finger-fluttering wave of her own. "Yes. See you, Julie," she replied.
Stella then cast a last, glowering look of disapproval and disdain upon
her colleague's four unhappy charges, her four ha ha ha ha! 'Air
Ha ha ha ha! Boy, were they in for a
surprise! gloated Stella.
Under the Authoritarian Female Party's
Work Motivation Programme, Sunshine Holidays had been the Air Line
chosen to undertake this ... pilot scheme.
Stella had been talking to one of their
aircraft engineers, and he had told her that the 'placement'
modifications on all of Sunshine Holidays' aircraft had been fully
completed. Just in time, for today's inaugural pilot scheme flight
Flight SH 123 to Corfu.
"All ready to roll, Stella!" he'd told
her, laughing. And she'd laughed as well laughed gleefully ... knowing
exactly what he meant. Ha ha ha ha!!
Oh! Just the very thought, of what those four sponging, wastes-of-space
were in for! And, others of their ilk, who would be following them.
Today, and every day, for the twelve-month duration of the pilot scheme
... and probably longer. For, the general consensus of opinion, was that
the Air Purification Technician scheme was here to stay. Here for keeps.
Here for good. Yes, good. Good, because a lot of good was sure to come
of it, in her opinion.
Oh, it warmed the cockles of her heart. Just the very thought, of what
lay in store for the sponging layabouts, completely transformed the
Sunshine Holidays Information Desk receptionist's expression.
Transformed it, from one of a glowering, withering disdain, for the idle
foursome, into one of a sunny, smug, in-the-know smile, that lit up her
face with pleasure and gratification.
Ha ha ha ha! 'Air Purification Technicians', indeed! What a stroke of
genius pure genius! Marvelled Stella admiringly. What, she wondered,
would the A.F.P.'s think-tank dream up next! Ha ha ha ha!!
Oh, yes! Caroline Flint and her Authoritarian Female Party were
certainly keeping their promises, and living up to their electoral
pledges, thought the receptionist.
And she looked forward to learning details of the many other placement
schemes taking place around the country, that were being implemented
under the A.F.P.'s Work Motivation Programme. Any day now, and the TV
news programmes would be full of such reports. Such stories!
At last, at long, long last, a government with the balls ha ha ha ha!
there, was the irony was bringing such absolute wastes-of-space, as
these four lazy-bones, malingering, sponging, job-dodging
good-for-nothings, well and truly to book. No to heel! Ha ha ha ha! Oh,
Oh! Stella was so glad oh, so very, very glad that she had voted for
Caroline Flint and the Authoritarian Female Party.
Already, there were so many visible no; obvious, signs of improvement,
as the country embarked upon its long-overdue era of female rule.
And, Caroline Flint had actually been here today, and she had shook
hands with Sunshine Holidays staff, including herself and Julie how
Prime Minister Caroline Flint, had actually come here in person to
preside over the momentous occasion. She had come here, in person,
because she wanted to be the one, to ceremoniously snip the ribbons
across the entrance doors of the aircraft that would be making today's
historic flight: Flight SH 123 to Corfu.
The Sunshine Holidays Information Desk receptionist picked up her
hand-held microphone, and switched it on.
And, conveyed in her voice, as she remembered Prime Minister Caroline
Flint telling her that the Air Purification Technician placement scheme
was actually all her own idea her "brainchild" Stella's smile of
pleasure and gratification was clearly and unmistakably apparent, as she
made her passenger information announcement.
"This is a final call. This
is the final call, to any remaining Sunshine Holidays passengers: Please
proceed immediately, to Gate sixteen.
"This is the final call, for Flight SH 123 to Corfu."