Part 7. (Conclusion) Danny finds
Flight SH 123 to Corfu had landed and, as
soon as the 'Please Fasten Your Seat Belt' sign had stopped flashing,
200 Sunshine Holidays passengers began vacating their seats, and
retrieving their hand-luggage from the overhead storage cabinets.
At their having finally touched down at
their holiday destination, there was a hubbub of anticipatory excitement
from the newly-landed holiday-makers, as the holiday mode, feel-good
factor kicked in.
Passengers who had been seated in the
rear half of the aircraft now filed down the aisle towards the rear
entrance door, where Chief Stewardess Julie Davies and air hostess Carol
The two air hostesses smiled charmingly
at their disembarking passengers, wishing them all a happy holiday, and
solicitously advising them to be careful in descending the steps; air
hostess Carol, quipping, "You don't want to spend your two-week holiday
in Corfu in a plaster cast, do you? Ha ha ha ha!"
The Sunshine Holidays 'Flying Pencil'
jet-liner (so nicknamed by workers in the Air Line industry, due to its
fuselage being of a particularly long and narrow design) quickly emptied
of passengers and, as soon as it had, Chief Stewardess Julie Davies and
air hostess Carol set about the task of removing the four panels,
situated behind the rearmost row of seats 50 A, B, C, and D.
After spinning free the quick-release
wing-nuts, and putting the four panels aside, the two air hostesses
pulled forward the four poolside-recliner-like contraptions: Air
Purification Technician Service Vehicles A, B, C, and D.
Now, the two air hostesses removed the
strips of mouth-sealing adhesive tape, and unstrapped the firmly secured
ankles, wrists, and necks of the contraptions' occupants. Thereby
releasing from their leather restraints, the four Air Purification
Technicians who were 'operating' on this, inaugural flight.
Danny Dawson, Alan Wallace, Eric Pierce
and Kelvin Costello were all eighteen-year-old school leavers. Former
school pals, who had no job or training to go to upon their leaving
education and, would-be 'career claimants'.
Which was why their local Job Centre,
acting on the standing instructions of the recently elected
Authoritarian Female Party government, had sent each of these would-be
'lifestyle' idlers, a Letter of Notification.
And upon reading their letters, to their
abject dismay they had found that in order to receive their Unemployment
Benefit payments, claimants would from now on be required to satisfy a
new qualifying condition.
And so, in accordance with the
regulations of the A.F.P. government's new Work Motivation Programme,
their local Job Centre was assigning the jobless four to a 'placement'.
The stunned and resentful Danny Dawson,
and his three equally mightily disgruntled former school chums found
that they were to be based at nearby Manchester Airport Terminal 2
Departures. Their placements would attach them to the popular budget Air
Line, Sunshine Holidays. And the official title of their placement, was
an 'Air Purification Technician'.
None of the four former schoolmates had
had the slightest idea, as to what their placement duties would entail.
Only finding out, once they were actually aboard the Sunshine Holidays
jet-liner: Flight SH 123 to Corfu ...
Now, after their being released from
their service vehicles, after being On Station for more than three and a
half hours, Danny looked at the faces of his former school pals. And all
of them, he thought, were looking very much the worse, for their highly
disagreeable experiences. All three of them, visibly shaken.
Shaken, from the
effects of their strapped-down, taped-over-mouthed, under-seat
experiences in the cramped and claustrophobic confines of the 'Flying
Pencil's dim and dismal fuselage.
Particularly Alan Al, Danny's former
best school chum who was ashen-faced. In fact, Al seemed to be
actually traumatised, by his ordeals aboard Service Vehicle C.
Danny thought Al looked overwrought,
distressed. Anguished. Al's face, had that; can't-take-much-more, look.
Al obviously hadn't coped at all well, in
fulfilling the obligations of his placement. Hadn't coped at all well,
in his discharging of the duties required of him, as an Air Purification
Al's face looked haggard.
Haunted, from his three hours and more of
being automatically conveyed, via the S.A.P.S. (Supplementary Air
Purification System) computer, to the foot spaces of the relentless
succession of female passengers who had summoned him.
Summoned him, because they could ... and
because they wanted to.
Summoned him many of them to
gleefully dominate him. To cruelly torment him. To sadistically
subjugate him. To humiliate him.
Summoned him many of them to give,
him; the sponging, workshy, idle lump, a helpful nudge in the right
direction: Towards finding gainful employment.
Summoned him all of them to fulfill
his obligations, as an Air Purification Technician.
Summoned him a sealed-mouthed,
fixed-in-place faced, Air Purification Technician to 'oblige' him to
sniff; to sniff up and absorb into his lungs, their horrible, pungent,
highly offensive stinky-feet fumes that; if left to freely circulate,
these foul, decidedly unpleasant odours, would disagreeably flavour the
air inside the aircraft cabin so that the Sunshine Holidays passengers
wouldn't have to.
After being automatically conveyed aboard
his service vehicle ... back, and forth ... back, and forth ...
according to the in-sequence order of demand, along the weakly lit
under-seat space of seat line C, to the seat locations of summoning
female passengers (between twelve and sixteen summonses, according to
Danny's own estimations), and providing 'service' at each seat location,
for a fixed-period duration of ten minutes, Al already looked wiped
And he still had the return flight to
Manchester to go through yet!
So did Eric and Kelvin, for that matter.
And they were looking only slightly less distraught, only slightly less
stressed out only slightly less traumatised than Alan.
Danny, on the other hand, was thrilled,
In fact, he was incredibly ... excited.
And he was having one hell of a struggle, in trying to hide the fact.
Firmly secured aboard Service Vehicle D,
Danny had spent the more than three-hour-long flight to Corfu, in an
advanced almost unbearable state of arousal.
One step away from heaven, Danny had been
driven almost crazy, at being unable to take that last, all-important
Driven almost to the point of delirium,
at being denied.
Driven absolutely nuts, at being so
exquisitely 'teased', and being so wildly aroused only to be
For, Danny had become excited. Very
excited. Over-excited. 'Down there' ...
And, Danny had wanted to do 'something'
about it was desperate, to do 'something' about it.
Danny had wanted to touch himself. He had
wanted to play with himself. He had wanted to pull his penis, in
Danny had wanted to make his reverent
'devotions'. He had wanted to make his solemn 'sacrifice' ... To his
female summoners his Goddesses.
And, Danny had wanted to pay his ...
respects, to his female summoners to his Goddesses there and then.
In the moment! In real time! And not have to wait until later, when he
got home, and replayed in his mind, the ...
But, he couldn't! Because Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies had restrained his wrists to his service
Addressing Danny and his three former
school chums, Chief Stewardess Julie Davies said brusquely, "Right, you
lot toilet break. And be quick. You go first, Dawson. Have a small
drink of water not too much, you won't be able to go to the loo again
until we get back to Manchester."
"Yes, Miss Julie," replied Danny
Before Danny entered the Flying Pencil's
rear toilet, he looked out through the left-open rear entrance, at the
It was a beautiful day, in Corfu. Not
that Danny could see much of it. He certainly couldn't see any of the
many charms, that brought countless visitors to the island every year.
The sights that Danny beheld, were the
sights of the runway, the aircraft hangars, the airport's service and
emergency vehicles, and the Terminals and other airport buildings in the
near-distance ... which, Danny (mistakenly) thought, would be the extent
of his 'sight-seeing', in Corfu.
Mistakenly ... for, on the ground, on
Corfu Airport's apron, Danny saw air hostesses Ann and Diane smiling
politely at the disembarked holiday-makers, and warmly wishing them a
happy holiday as they directed them onto the airport buses that would
take them to the Arrivals Terminal.
For a moment, Danny watched the two
attractive, brunette, leggy and full-figured air hostesses, as they
ushered the Sunshine Holidays passengers onto the waiting airport
And then Danny was just turning away, to
go to the toilet, when he heard a sound that stopped him in his tracks:
the sound of the heel tips of air hostesses Ann and Diane's uniform
issue, two-inch heeled, dark-blue pumps, clicking and clacking upon the
surface of the apron.
For, the two already footsore air
hostesses were both easing free a heel and, as soon as they had done so,
Danny heard their blissfully sighed expressions of immeasurable
gratitude and blessed relief as, luxuriating uninhibitedly, air
hostesses Ann and Diane cooled, flexed, splayed, and scrunched their
dark hose covered toes.
Danny should be going to the loo, and the
senior air hostess had told him to be quick ... but he just couldn't
tear his eyes away, from the exciting, captivating 'sighting'. One of
those lucky, serendipitous, in-the-right-place-at-the-right-time,
For more than three hours, and for most
of the flight to Corfu, all four air hostesses had been walking up and
down the aisle of the Sunshine Holidays jet-liner in their uniform
issue, two-inch heeled pumps, as they politely tended to the many and
various needs and wants of their ever-demanding passengers.
And the four, already footsore air
hostesses, still had the return flight to Manchester to work through
"Oh, my God!" Danny heard air hostess
Diane groan, as he watched her slip her right foot back into her pump;
transfer her standing weight to her right leg, and then gratefully ease
free her left foot, so as to afford that foot some momentary relief. "My
feet, are absolutely ... killing me!" she informed air hostess Ann.
Danny's pulse quickened. Not only a
'sighting', but a running commentary as well!
Air hostess Diane went on, feelingly, "I
can't wait to get back on that plane, and massage my feet on Costello's
face the workshy, sponging malingerer!"
What, the ...? thought Danny.
And to which, fervently expressed
intention, air hostess Ann empathised, "Oh! I know just exactly how you
feel, Di! And I'll be putting that young layabout, Pierce, to similar
use. Don't you worry yourself about that! Never mind, the female
passengers' feet wait until he gets a load of these, stinky feet!
Hostie feet there's nothing like 'em. Ha ha ha ha! Pierce won't know
what's hit him, when he gets a good whiff of these!" exulted air hostess
Ann, showing the sole of her right, dark-hosed foot to her friend and
colleague showing her, what Eric Pierce had to look forward to.
Oh, my God! thought Danny incredulously;
his heart pounding frenetically. I can't believe what I'm hearing! Air
hostesses Ann and Diane, are going to massage their feet ... on Eric and
"In fact, Di," added air hostess Ann,
rather darkly, "I'll make a prediction now: After I'm through with him,
Pierce will be at the Job Centre, first thing tomorrow morning waiting
for them to open the doors!"
Danny was now clinging onto the
aircraft's rear door for support; air hostesses Ann and Diane's words
and actions, turning his legs to a quivering jelly.
"Oh, just think, Ann!" enthused air
hostess Diane. "We'll have twenty minutes twenty minutes! with the
techies. One each, Ann all to ourselves! And I'll be having Costello.
Having Costello, as my own, personal ... footman. Ha ha ha ha! Oh, I've
been looking forward, to that! I've hardly thought about anything else,
for the last three hours ever since we left Manchester! Oh, Ann, I can
hardly wait! Ha ha ha ha! Costello will be another one, who'll be
hightailing it to the Job Centre tomorrow!"
Listening to air hostesses Ann and Diane
talking about what they intended to subject Eric and Kelvin to, was
driving Danny nuts but in the most excellent of ways! In fact, Danny
wished the two air hostesses were talking about him!
"Me neither can hardly wait, I mean, to
enjoy our new perk of the job. Ha ha ha ha!" laughed air hostess Ann
girlishly. "Then we'll do a quick tidy-up in our half of the plane,
before the Manchester-bound passengers start boarding. Oh, Diane! Twenty
minutes, with the ... 'Air Purification Technicians'! Ha ha ha ha! It
gets me every time!" giggled air hostess Ann.
Air hostess Ann had still not got over
the amazing idea of the Supplementary Air Purification System (S.A.P.S.),
that had only just been installed and, as an air hostess operating on
this, inaugural flight, she was actually playing a part in making
Danny was rooted
to the spot; couldn't move. But he could see. And he could listen ...
and he was devouring air hostesses Ann and Diane's every word.
Danny watched the
exciting 'sighting', of air hostesses Ann and Diane clicking and
clacking the heels of their uniform issue, two-inch heeled, dark-blue
pumps against the Tarmac.
clacking their heels, in such a way as enabled them to gratefully ease
off one shoe and, so that; by frequently alternating their standing
foot, they could keep on cooling, could keep on flexing, and could keep
on scrunching and splaying the toes of both, tired and achy feet, in
turn ... Could keep on, luxuriating uninhibitedly.
And, listening to
Oh, my God! thought Danny.
Listening to eavesdropping on! air hostesses Ann and Diane's
excited, exultant gleeful techie-related conversation.
Hearing them talk: "Oh, Diane! Twenty
minutes, with the ... 'Air Purification Technicians'! Ha ha ha ha! It
gets me every time," air hostess Ann had giggled. Giggled, just at the
very thought of the totally ridiculous title.
talk: about their hot and sweaty, tired and achy, stinky feet! Air
hostess Ann: "Hostie feet there's nothing like 'em. Ha ha ha ha!" And:
"Never mind, the female passengers' feet wait until he gets a load of
these, stinky feet!"
talk: with gleeful anticipation, about what they were looking forward to
doing to his friends, Eric and Kelvin, just as soon as they got back on
board the Sunshine Holidays jet-liner.
talk: with unveiled relish, and barely able to contain their ...
Then it finally
dawned, on Danny ... If Kelvin, was going to be air hostess Diane's
("own, personal ... footman.") ... and if Eric, was going to be air
hostess Ann's ... That must mean, then, that he, was either
"Dawson!" yelled Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies, loud enough to draw the curious attention of air hostesses Ann
and Diane, down on the apron and loud enough to make Danny almost jump
out of his skin when she came to investigate Dawson's taking so long
to go to the loo. For Dawson was wasting time. Valuable time. And, he
was making a habit of it!
"Don't tell me you haven't been to the
loo yet!" she said furiously. "Make no mistake, I will be making due
note of this, Dawson, when I write your Satisfaction of Conduct report.
Now, get yourself in there, Dawson and you had better be quick!"
warned the highly annoyed senior air hostess.
Danny now considered himself not to have
just blotted, his copy book, but to have splashed ink all over it. For
he had failed, and failed dismally, to keep Chief Stewardess Julie
Danny wondered, if he would get a chance
to make amends ...
As soon as the last of their passengers
were on their way to Arrivals aboard the airport buses, air hostess
Diane said, in gleeful anticipation, "Come on then, Ann let's go!
Let's give Costello and Pierce a good seeing to!"
Air hostesses Ann and Diane eagerly
ascended the aviation steps and, as soon as they had re-entered the
Sunshine Holidays jet-liner through the front entrance, they could hear
the muted sounds of Alan Wallace's continuing anguish.
Upon hearing Wallace's pathetic, muffled
complaints, air hostesses Ann and Diane laughed delightedly; laughed,
upon hearing his "Nnnnn! Nnnnnnnnn!!" of outraged protest and acute
distress, coming from the rear of the aircraft cabin.
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies and air
hostess Carol, apparently, were already availing themselves of the
brand-new perk of their job: the 'services' of their techies.
During these passenger transfer
interludes, it was now the perk of the job, for the Sunshine Holidays
air hostesses, to be granted 'access' to the Air Purification
Technicians. Or, 'techies', as they had been sarcastically nicknamed by
the air crews.
As and when Danny and his three former
school pals had returned from their toilet break, no sooner had they
finished their quick-something-to-eat, than Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies and air hostess Carol had put them back On Station.
Sealing their mouths, and restraining
them with the five sturdy leather straps, by their ankles, wrists, and
neck, the two air hostesses had once again secured their charges aboard
the poolside-recliner-like contraptions the Air Purification
Technician Service Vehicles.
Upon seeing air hostesses Ann and Diane
enter the aircraft through the front entrance, air hostess Carol called
to them excitedly, "Ann! Diane! Here, at the back! We've got the techies
back here, in row fifty!"
Giggling girlishly, air hostesses Ann and
Diane hastened along the aisle to the rear of the aircraft ... Hastened,
to where techies Pierce and Costello awaited them.
Looking down into the foot spaces of
seats 50 A, B, C, and D, air hostesses Ann and Diane saw the
mouth-sealed, fixed-in-place faces of Eric Pierce, Kelvin Costello, Alan
Wallace, and Danny Dawson, respectively.
Air hostesses Ann and Diane saw that
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, seated in seat 50 D (the starboard
window-seat), was availing herself of passenger transfer interlude
'access', to Dawson.
While air hostess Carol, seated in seat
50 C (the starboard isle-seat), was availing herself of 'access' to
Air hostesses Ann and Diane now seated
themselves in seats 50 A and 50 B, respectively ... where, in the foot
spaces, the protruding, mouth-sealed, fixed-in-place faces of techies
Pierce and Costello, respectively, stared miserably up at them.
And, just as Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies and air hostess Carol had done, air hostesses Ann and Diane
gratefully pried free and kicked off their uniform issue, two-inch
heeled, dark-blue pumps.
"Oh! This ... this is just the best
thing, ever. Ever! This ... is what I call luxury," exulted air hostess
Carol, seated in seat 50 C. Exulted, as she gratefully relieved her hot
and sweaty, tired and achy feet. Exulted, as she blissfully massaged her
dark-hosed soles, upon the conveniently positioned, mouth-sealed,
fixed-in-place face of the already overwrought, already distressed
already traumatised Wallace.
Air hostess Carol could still hardly
believe it. She could still hardly believe, that the ... ha ha ha ha!
oh, it still gets her, every time ... Supplementary Air Purification
System, had actually been introduced. Ha ha ha ha! 'S.A.P.S.', was
But, how on Earth, this particular
Authoritarian Female Party placement scheme, had actually been legally
introduced; how it had got through all of the legislative processes and
procedures; bills, motions, white papers, green papers ... was quite
In fact, thought air hostess Carol
incredulously, how on Earth the A.F.P.'s placement scheme, in general
their so-called Work Motivation Programme had survived all of the
street marches; had survived the verbal brickbats of all of the
banner-waving, flag-flying, placard-carrying protesters ... she had no
How it had survived all of the uproar and
outrage, of the Human Rights lobbyists; survived the attempted
interventions, of those confounded meddlers at the head of the European
Union; survived the strangled, censorious outcries, of various other
watch-dog, focus group, busy-body do-gooders ... she would never know.
But here, was the very proof the
amazing reality of the placement scheme's successful introduction ...
right under her very own feet: Wallace. Air Purification Technician
Alan Wallace: a layabout, sponging,
job-dodging malingerer, thought air hostess Carol, who she was actually
forcing yes, forcing! to sniff the dark-hosed soles of her
hard-working, hot and sweaty, tired and achy, stinky feet. "Nnnnnn!
Nnnnnnnnn!!" complained Wallace, in acute distress and outraged protest,
as if in timely confirmation of her highly gratifying thoughts.
Air hostess Carol was glad oh, so very
glad! that she had voted for the Authoritarian Female Party.
Britain was looking a better place
already. Even in the short time since the all-female member Party were
elected to power, there were obvious differences, visible improvements.
At last, things; things that had been neglected for so long, under
previous governments, were now getting done and were seen to be
And above all: the changes. All of
those extremely welcome, female-friendly, long overdue, changes for the
Changes, that empowered the country's
females. Changes, that invested the females of Britain, with authority.
An authority, that British females now seemed to emanate; seemed to wear
about themselves, like an aura ... or a protective shield.
Prime Minister Caroline Flint, was a
woman air hostess Carol admired greatly. And, she had actually got to
shake hands with her, this morning, when the new PM had personally
presided over the inaugural flight ceremony. How about that!
"Nnnnnn! Nnnnnnnnnn!!" complained Alan
Wallace again. Moaning and groaning, in outraged protest and acute
distress, as air hostess Carol covered his nostrils with her
nylon-covered toes. Whining and whinging, as she tormented him with the
nylon-covered toes, of each of her overworked, tired and achy, sweaty,
stinky feet, in turn.
"That's right, Wallace ... smelly, aren't
they? ... stink, don't they?" goaded air hostess Carol.
"That's it, Wallace, keep on sniffing my
stinky feet ... Inhale, Wallace! Deep breaths. Sniff right between my
toes ... I said deep breaths, Wallace or I'll stomp your stupid face
with my heel! Then, you'll have something to moan about, you pathetic
wimp! Go on, you sad little whinger, keep on sniffing ... Sniff harder,
and inhale deeply, I said! or I'll stomp you, I will, I'll stomp you
... That's better.
"Well, Wallace ... I bet you'll be
looking for a job, after today! Ha ha ha ha! But first, just think of
all of the fun still to come ... just think of all of the female
passengers' stinky feet, you are going to have to sniff all the way
back to Manchester! Ha ha ha ha!" taunted air hostess Carol, doing her
best to stress out Wallace even more. Doing her best, to maximise his
As Danny listened to the exultant tones
of air hostess Carol, his heart seemed to be leaping madly about in his
chest, and thumping, thumping, thumping.
Thumping, as he
listened to air hostess Carol's exultant gloating. Thumping, as he
listened to her wicked taunting. Thumping, as he listened to her cruel
goading her cruel goading of Al, his former best school pal.
Danny listened; his heart, thumping,
thumping, thumping ... as air hostess Carol strove to totally demolish
to pulverise what little was left remaining of Al's spirit.
Al was in pieces. He was falling apart,
cracking, crumbling; his confidence, his pride, his self-respect, being
laid to waste. Al was in ruins and air hostess Carol was his
wrecking-ball. The authoress of his destruction. His nemesis.
Danny listened, as air hostess Carol
succeeded succeeded brilliantly in goading Al to tears of
Listened, as she made Al wretched, with
her gloating, cruelly barbed words. Listened, as she made him miserable,
from her soul-crushing subjugation. Listened, as she made him despair.
Danny wished that he could feel sorry,
for his former best school pal ... but he couldn't.
Danny just didn't have it in him. This
whole thing; this incredible, amazing situation, was just way too
exciting. It was just totally blowing Danny's mind.
Whoever would have thought, wondered
Danny in amazement, that female air passengers would be instrumental, in
'motivating' benefits claimants into work?
And whoever would have thought, Danny
wondered delightedly, that air hostesses would be ... deployed, in the
A.F.P.'s Work Motivation Programme?
hostesses, would have a special role? That air hostesses, would actually
play a special part would be key in the drive to remove benefits
claimants from the Register of Unemployed?
The air hostesses, not only supervising
their charges, but actively participating, too, in the ... cause. By
giving benefits claimants, an extra and, even more persuasive nudge
in the right direction: Towards finding gainful employment.
And Danny listened; straining to catch
every single word as, in seats 50 A and 50 B, air hostesses Ann and
Diane, respectively, were similarly belittling, similarly deriding,
similarly tormenting similarly humiliating Eric Pierce and Kelvin
Costello, respectively ... Giving Eric and Kelvin, "A good seeing to."
Danny wished he could feel sorry for Eric
and Kelvin, too, but ...
From their lowly, worm-eye view vantage
points in the aircraft's under-seat space, secured by their ankles,
wrists, and neck onto their service vehicles, Danny and his three former
school pals each stared up at the face of the air hostess, who was
availing herself of passenger transfer interlude 'access', to him ...
Availing herself, of her 'quality time'.
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, seated in
seat 50 D, was gratefully and gleefully availing herself of access, to
the conveniently positioned, mouth-sealed, fixed-in-place face, of Danny
Air Purification Technician Dawson.
And, the senior air hostess was certainly
making the most, of her 'quality time'.
Danny now wondered, if he and his three
former school chums had actually been pre-chosen, by the air hostesses.
Suspected, that the four air hostesses had actually taken their pick, of
After all, Danny, in his eavesdropping on
air hostesses Ann and Diane, had supporting evidence of his suspicion.
Air hostess Diane, saying: "And I'll be having Costello. Having
Costello, as my own, personal ... footman. Ha ha ha ha!"
So, reasoned Danny, air hostess Diane
knew in advance!
And, mused Danny, if this was the case
... that must mean that, if there was some sort of ... pecking order,
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies presumably having first pick, as her
entitlement as the senior air hostess had chosen him.
Upon evaluating his evidence, Danny
concluded that Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, for some reason, actually
had a preference, for him.
Danny had never dreamed, that it could
ever be like this.
He was staring up at the face of Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies, who was smiling with pleasure and
gratification as she took full advantage of the brand-new perk of her
job: passenger transfer interlude access, to the Air Purification
Technician of her choice.
As the saying went: 'Rank has its
And, Chief Stewardess Julie Davies had
actually pulled rank on air hostess Carol ...
As soon as the four techies were On
Station, and the aircraft was taxiing towards the runway, the 'drawing
of lots' had taken place.
And, air hostess Carol, after winning the
'drawing of lots' with her colleagues of equal rank, air hostesses Ann
and Diane (by dint of cutting the higher value playing card from the
pack), had chosen Danny Dawson.
Air hostess Carol had wanted to 'punish'
Danny, for almost making them miss their take-off slot. She had been the
one, who had borne the brunt of the flak from their worrisome Captain.
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, having
taken first pick, as was her entitlement as senior air hostess, had
originally chosen Alan Wallace.
Of the four techies, she thought Wallace
looked to be the most vulnerable of them. And she had looked forward to
crushing his spirit ('motivating' him into finding gainful employment),
during her passenger transfer interlude 'access' to him, at the
But, after they had landed at Corfu,
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies had a change of mind ...
She'd had a change of mind, after talking
to one of the disembarking passengers.
A change of mind, after a blue-eyed,
white-blonde haired girl, called Marie, who'd sat in seat 22 D line D,
being Dawson's catchment of 50 seats had said some extremely
interesting things to her.
Danny thrilled, to the awesome feel of
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's warm, dark-hosed soles, firmly rubbing
into his face. Thrilled, to the amazingly heady intoxicating aroma,
of the senior air hostess's dark-hosed, in-between-the-toes foot scent.
Thrilled, to the wonderful, extreme close-up sight, of her beautiful,
shapely and incredibly sexy feet.
Just like her three colleagues: air
hostesses Ann, Diane (who'd come third in the 'drawing of lots', and had
chosen Costello in preference to Pierce), and Carol, who were thoroughly
enjoying their passenger transfer interlude 'access', to the
mouth-sealed, fixed-in-place face of the techie under their feet, Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies was also giving the imprisoned face of the
techie under her feet, Dawson, a well-deserved "seeing-to" the
bone-idle, work-dodging sponger!
And ... as she had discovered, after
talking to the lovely, white-blonde haired girl, Marie ... foot
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies sighed, in
pleasure. Sighed, as she luxuriated in massaging her warm, dark-hosed
soles upon techie Dawson's captive face. Sighed, as she relieved the
soreness, and soothed the aches, and revitalised her poor, tired and
achy, overworked hostie feet.
In open adoration, Danny looked into the
eyes of Chief Stewardess Julie Davies ... who's own eyes were locked
onto his, as though she was reading his every thought.
And, as she hugely enjoyed revelled in
for the very first time, this brand-new perk of the job, Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies continued to stare down into Dawson's eyes, as
she recalled what Marie, the breathtakingly beautiful girl with the
white-blond hair and blue eyes, had said to her before disembarking from
the aircraft ...
She had listened, dumbfounded, as Marie
had told her she was absolutely certain that Dawson had enjoyed sniffing
her in the girl's own words: "stinky feet."
Marie said she knew her feet were stinky,
knew for a fact, because she and her sister Lisa had smelled both their
own and each other's feet, to see who's feet were stinkiest and
Marie's feet had "won."
Marie had asked her, if there was "Any
chance of getting the same Air Purification Technician again, in two
weeks' time, when I come home from Corfu?"
In response, she had told Marie that, if
she was operating on that flight, then yes, she would make it happen.
And if she was not, then she would see if it could be arranged; would
speak to Crewing, to see if she could somehow arrange to have Dawson
operating on that flight. See if she could wangle it, for Marie.
Marie had then said: "It's funny ... but
I'm sure I know him, from somewhere. His name seems familiar, too and
my sister Lisa has a friend, called Elaine Dawson ... Dawson you said
his name is Danny? ... He seems quite a ... quite a cute boy, really
and I love it, that he likes sniffing my stinky feet! Ha ha ha ha!"
Marie had then told her that she would
love to become a Sunshine Holidays air hostess, herself.
Marie said that air hostess Carol had
told her quite a lot about the job. She said she loved the job. Air
hostess Carol had said that the only real downside, was that her feet
were always hurting, because of all of that constant walking up and down
the aisle in her uniform issue pumps, seeing to the passengers.
Were there any vacancies at Sunshine
Holidays, at the moment, Marie had asked hopefully. And, if there were,
what did she think of her chances of being successful, if she applied
for a job?
In response, she had assured Marie that,
if she applied for a job as an air hostess with Sunshine Holidays, the
job would be as good as hers. She would be a shoo-in. She Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies at being so impressed, and at being so taken
with the girl; so taken, with her attractive, fun-loving, outgoing
personality, had said she would put in 'a good word' for her with the
And, as a special favour, she had taken
Marie's mobile phone number, and promised to call her when Sunshine
Holidays were recruiting again.
"Promise! Promise!!" Marie had exclaimed
excitedly almost squealed when told about the air hostesses' new
perk of the job: passenger transfer interlude 'access', to the Air
And Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, at
looking down into Dawson's eyes, and at feeling his seemingly crazed
sniffing his devouring of her dark-hosed, in-between-the-toes foot
scent, was inclined to agree with the beautiful, white-blonde haired
Marie was right: Dawson does, actually
like sniffing our stinky feet. He does, actually love us rubbing our
sweaty, stinky soles all over his face. Dawson does, love it. He
absolutely loves it.
Of that, as incredible as it seemed, to
her, Chief Stewardess Julie Davies now had not the slightest of doubts.
Not anymore. Not after experiencing, for herself, Dawson's ...
And, certainly not now ... when she could
actually sense ... yes, she could actually sense, that ...
Dawson was now getting very
hot-under-the-collar bothered. He was getting excited, very excited
over-excited ... 'down there'.
And, she sensed, Dawson wanted to do
'something' about it was desperate to do 'something' about it ...
She sensed, that
Dawson wanted to touch himself. Wanted to play with himself. Wanted to
pull his penis, in worship ... in worship, of her!
She sensed, that
Dawson wanted to pay his reverent 'devotions'. He wanted to make his
sacred 'sacrifice' ... Make his sacred sacrifice, to her! To spill his
seed in her honour!
And she sensed no! She knew knew, for
an absolute fact, that Dawson wanted to pay his ... respects, to her,
now. Now! Now, in the here-and-now! Now, in the moment! in real time
and not have to wait until later, when he got home, and replayed in his
mind, the ...
But, he couldn't! Oh no, he couldn't! He
couldn't because she'd denied him! She'd restrained his wrists, to his
service vehicle and denied him!
She sensed, that Dawson could have
For such, she thought, must be the
terrible torment, of his anguishing, sanity-threatening frustration.
Thanks to Marie, Dawson's ... affliction,
had been brought to Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's attention.
Though, whether she would have discovered
Dawson's foot fetishism, for herself or rather, would air hostess
Carol, who had originally chosen him (only to have rank pulled on her,
and so had subsequently chosen Wallace), have discovered it, and then
subsequently passed this invaluable nugget of knowledge on to her she
honestly couldn't say.
In any event, it was surely inevitable
that it would have come to light sooner, rather than later. Probably,
very soon after they had returned to their crew room. After all ... it
wasn't something that Dawson would be able to hide for long.
But, at her being given some insight, by
Marie, and now, also some actual experience, as to what was actually
going on with Dawson, under her feet and, under the feet of those
female passengers, who summoned him she felt such a delicious sense of
power. Power, at having such first-hand knowledge.
Such first-hand knowledge, of Dawson's
Because knowledge, was power.
And, at her every opportunity, Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies would cheerfully take maximum advantage, of
Dawson's ... handicap.
Whenever the occasion called for it, she
would take full advantage, of his ... Achilles heel.
Every chance she got, she would
ruthlessly exploit Dawson's foot fetishism.
nugget of knowledge, that Chief Stewardess Julie Davies now possessed,
acted on her, like some kind of wondrous sedative. Acted on her, like
some; all's-well-with-the-world, ultra-soothing balm.
An ineffable feeling of well-being,
seemed to flow over her, and radiate through her. Like some
bliss-inducing exotic elixir, her precious knowledge relaxed her, calmed
her, soothed her.
Because knowledge, was power.
contentedly, blissfully, she protected her ... investment: Ensuring,
that Dawson was getting enough of the scent; especially, that
extra-stinky, in-between-the-toes scent, that he so loved.
And so craved.
And ... that she had an unlimited supply
contentedly, blissfully, and enjoying the rather pleasant tickling
sensation, that Dawson's maniacal sniffing caused (just as Marie told
her, it did), Chief Stewardess Julie Davies wondered when, and how (but
not 'if') her first opportunity to use Dawson's ... failing, might
Wondered, how her very first chance to
capitalise on Dawson's ... weakness, would come about.
And, how soon.
Because, if she was any judge, there was
one thing for sure: Dawson would not unlike his three colleagues:
Costello, Pierce and Wallace be visiting his local Job Centre, first
thing tomorrow morning, and begging the Job Centre staff to find him a
job and quick!
No. Because, if she was any judge, Dawson
had already found his vocation. Danny Dawson: former would-be 'career
claimant' ... but now, career Air Purification Technician.
Strictly speaking ... she should report
the matter of Dawson's foot fetishism, to his Job Centre. After all, his
being here was clearly defeating the object of his placement. He was
supposed to be getting motivated into finding gainful employment he
wasn't supposed to be enjoying himself! Strictly speaking, he should be
assigned to a different placement ... Strictly speaking.
Looking serenely out of the starboard
window through half-closed, dreamy eyes, Chief Stewardess Julie Davies
saw that a couple of airport buses were approaching the aircraft. The
signs displayed in their windows, she saw, read: Flight SH 124 to
Time to get moving ...
With great reluctance, Chief Stewardess
Julie Davies removed her dark-hosed feet from their extremely agreeable
resting place techie Dawson's face and she put on her uniform issue,
two-inch heeled, dark-blue pumps. "Come on, girls we've been enjoying
too much of a good thing! Let's have a tidy-up. We'll have to be quick
the Manchester-bound passengers are here!"
A moment later, via the S.A.P.S.
computer, the heads of the four Air Purification Technicians, protruding
into the foot spaces of seats 50 A, B, C, and D, were automatically
lowered back down into the dim and dismal under-seat spaces of the
Flying Pencil's fuselage; the one-foot-square panels, closing over their
Next to Danny, aboard Service Vehicle C,
Al, upon realising what was about to happen again as best as he was
able, in the circumstances, immediately voiced his expressions of
outraged protest and acute distress: "Nnnnnn! Nnnnnnnn!!"
For Alan Wallace, thought Danny, it was
going to be a long, long flight back to Manchester.
Danny, on the other hand, had settled
down. Was relaxed.
Because Danny was very much looking
forward, to 'operating' on Flight SH 124 to Manchester.
Danny was looking forward, to seeing the
succession of seat numbers; to seeing the relentless succession of
one-foot-square panels, that would open above his face, as female
passengers seated in line D pushed the button located under their right
Pushed a button, to summon him an Air
Summon him, to sniff up and absorb into
his lungs, their horrible, malodorous, nauseous, highly offensive
stinky-feet fumes that; such impurities, such contaminants, if left
'unrefined', would compromise the air quality inside the aircraft cabin
so that the Sunshine Holidays passengers wouldn't have to.
For Air Purification Technicians: Pierce,
Costello, and Wallace, though, who'd had the decidedly dubious (and
definitely unwanted!) honour, of 'operating' on the history-making
inaugural flight: SH 123 to Corfu, aboard Service Vehicles A, B, and C,
respectively, the return flight Flight SH 124 to Manchester was all
but indistinguishable from the out-bound flight.
Via the S.A.P.S. computer, the service
vehicles automatically conveyed the four former school chums, trundling
up and down the dim and dismal, severely cramped confines of the
under-seat spaces of the Flying Pencil's fuselage. Delivering them in
accordance with the in-sequence order of demand to the foot spaces of
the button-pushing female passengers who had summoned them.
The one-foot-square panels above their
faces, opened, and closed ... opened, and closed. Opened, when they duly
arrived at the seat location of a summoning female passenger ... And
then closed ... when her ten minutes were up.
And Danny was proved right: It was, a
long, long flight back to Manchester, for his former best school pal,
Al. Or, to ascribe him his full, officially designated title, under his
Work Motivation Programme scheme placement Air Purification Technician
The Sunshine Holidays jet-liner, carrying
200 returning holiday-makers from Corfu, landed at Manchester Airport in
the September sunshine of mid-afternoon. They were bang on time,
touching down at 15:00.
As soon as all of the returned
holiday-makers most of them suntanned, and almost all of them Duty
Frees laden had disembarked and were on their way to Arrivals, Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies and air hostesses Carol, Ann and Diane released
Air Purification Technicians Costello, Pierce, Wallace and Dawson from
their service vehicles ... Released them, from the heinously-conceived
poolside-recliner-like contraptions, that they had been secured aboard
for more than eight hours, in total.
Captain Simon (Buck) Rogers, the First
Officer, and the Flight Engineer then descended the aviation steps and,
upon their getting aboard the waiting Sunshine Holidays crew bus,
occupied the front passengers' seats.
Addressing her four charges, Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies ordered, "Right, you lot into the crew bus!
Sit at the back." And Danny and his three former school chums silently
did as they were told.
As soon as all of his passengers were
wearing their seat belts, the crew bus driver put his vehicle in gear,
and set off towards the Sunshine Holidays building.
They were headed for their crew room.
There, the cabin crew would conduct their routine post-flight debrief,
and count up their day's Duty Frees takings, before finally signing off
Seated at the back of the crew bus, the
four former classmates now had a chance to speak to each other again.
Their first opportunity, since early-morning, when they had conducted
their impromptu, just-what-the-hell-is-going-on-here? confab, in the
loo, before boarding the aircraft.
"Enough is enough and I've had enough!"
exclaimed Eric Pierce. "I'll be at the Job Centre first thing in the
morning. Sod this! No way, am I coming back here on Wednesday, to ... to
... No way, am I coming back!" vowed Eric.
"And I'm coming with you, Eric," said
Kelvin Costello. "Ruddy hell! I'm going to be having nightmares for
months years, even!"
"The worst day of my life, this has
been," said Alan Wallace woefully. "No way, can I take any more," he
said wretchedly. "I'll do anything. I'll take any job and I mean, any
job! if it means I won't have to come back here, and ..." Alan's voice
trailed off, unable or unwilling to voice; to put into actual words,
what he knew he would have to go through again if he came back.
"Count me in, too," Alan went on, a
moment later. "The Job Centre's bound to have something for us ...
there's always jobs, for those who want them."
Danny had no intention of accompanying
his pals to the Job Centre just as Chief Stewardess Julie Davies
believed, Danny had already found his vocation. And he was struggling to
think of something equally downbeat to say, when Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies rescued him, when she said: "What are you lot muttering on about,
in the back?"
When none of his pals spoke up, Danny
replied respectfully, "Nothing, Miss Julie."
"Well, you lot; don't go thinking you
have finished, for the day because you haven't," said the senior air
hostess. "You've all still got some other ... duties, to perform, before
I sign you off duty."
Eric, Kelvin and Alan looked at each
other; 'What-the-hell-now?' expressions, written all over their faces.
Upon arriving at the Sunshine Holidays
crew room, the four air hostesses (the flight deck crew had their own
office) made straight for the drinks machine to get coffee; Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies, telling the four Air Purification Technicians
to get a drink of water from the tap.
Supplied with coffee, the four air
hostesses were now ready to settle down to their routine post-flight
debrief. After which, they would count up the money they had taken today
from Duty Free sales, and from the sales of drinks, etc.
But, first ... Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies and air hostesses Carol, Ann, and Diane, would duly avail
themselves of another aspect of the brand-new perk of their job: the
post-flight services, of their techies.
The Sunshine Holidays crew room was quite
spacious, and not overly utilitarian. There were four, four-seat settees
and, also dotted around the room were a good number of
comfortable-looking armchairs and other well-cushioned seats.
And there were
two large work tables.
At the moment, one of these
work tables was occupied by four young men Sunshine Holidays stewards
who were counting up the Duty Frees takings from their own flight.
And, scornful smirks broke out upon their faces, upon their seeing the
decidedly ignominious entrance of the four techies.
As soon as the four air hostesses had
seated themselves upon one of the four-seat settees, cups of coffee in
hand, Chief Stewardess Julie Davies authoritatively addressed the four
Air Purification Technicians. "Right then, you lot: Feet!"
The four male
stewards snickered, and made derogatory, scathing comments that brought
blushes of shame and humiliation to the faces of Danny and his three
"Yes ... you heard me correctly," said
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, when her four dumbfounded charges didn't
move; remained frozen, as still as snowmen.
"You will now perform your post-flight
and, most important duties: Attending your supervisors," she told
"You see ... this is the sort of thing,
that is going to happen, from now on," continued the senior air hostess,
"to the likes of you lot.
"To layabout, workshy, job-dodging
malingerers, who; rather than do an honest day's work, would rather
sponge from people like us!" she accused hotly.
"Yes from us!" she repeated vehemently,
indicating to herself, and to her co victims of their techies'
outrageous sponging; air hostesses Ann, Diane and Carol, who were all
nodding their emphatic agreement with the senior air hostess's
"Now ... First and foremost to help
us wind down after our flight duty, you will massage our feet," decreed
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies.
"Each time you return here from a flight
duty, without needing to be told, you will station yourself at the feet
of an air hostess: the same air hostess, who you had served under during
the passenger transfer interlude at the destination airport.
"And, today ... that means us," Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies told the four techies, once again rather
needlessly indicating to herself, and to her three colleagues: air
hostesses Ann, Diane, and Carol as if their techies might have
forgotten who they had "served under," earlier that day.
"Then, afterwards," continued the senior
air hostess, in matter-of-fact tones, "you will perform your
"While we are busy counting our Duty
Frees takings, you will be busy cleaning our shoes and, to a very high
standard; polishing our pumps, to a high shine. So that when you return
our pumps to our lockers, they are spotless and gleaming, and ready for
us to wear on our next flight duty.
"I can see, from the looks on your
faces especially you, Wallace,"
went on Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, "that some of you aren't exactly
over the moon, about these arrangements. But ... just in case any of you
are getting the idea into your heads, of refusing; either to massage our
feet, or to clean and polish our shoes or, even, of simply walking
out, on us ... well, I would advise you to think again," she cautioned.
"Because I would
be obliged to make due note of your transgressions, in your Satisfaction
of Conduct report. And I assure you, they won't like that, down at the
"In fact; in the
event of your walking out on us, if you were to then compound your gross
misconduct by failing to report for duty on Wednesday unless, of
course, you'd found a job in the meantime ... that would be it. You'll
have shot your bolt. Your Unemployment Benefit payments would be
stopped, with immediate effect," she warned.
"So, if any of
you want to go ... now is the time," said the senior air hostess.
When none of her
four charges showed any sign of leaving, or of refusing to comply;
showed no sign of refusing to obediently perform their assigned duties,
the senior air hostess said, "Okay, then. Good. You'll be of use to
"In a moment, you
will massage our feet ... In a moment. Because first I'd like to give
the four of you, a little ... pep talk," said Chief Stewardess Julie
"This, is your most important
duty. Never forget that. And do not take lightly; don't underestimate,
its importance. To us: your supervisors.
duty, our feet are always tired and achy, and in need of soothing
attentions ... soothing ministrations ...
"And, when you
attend us, we will expect you to give us nothing less than one hundred
per cent. One hundred per cent, of your concentration, care, effort,
diligence and, above all, your wholehearted commitment to the cause.
Your wholehearted commitment: to pleasing us, and to satisfying us, when
performing your foot-massage duties for us.
continued the senior air hostess, "when you attend us, your efforts to
please us will be clumsy, ineffectual and, highly unsatisfactory. But,
that is only to be expected, and we will make due allowance for your
"Massage, after all, is an art. And, like
any art, it cannot be learned in a day ... no matter how keen, the
student," said Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, looking directly at Danny.
the senior air hostess, "under our, and your other air hostess
supervisors' tutelage, your foot-massage techniques will quickly
improve. We will teach you, instruct you, guide you. We will ensure,
that you attain at least a basic level of competence, in the art of
foot-massage ... And then, of course, we will expect you to apply the
skills we teach you, to the very best of your ability. Each and every
time you attend us.
foot-massage will vary, from techie to techie. We understand that, and
we will give due consideration. But, I repeat: This, is your most
important duty never forget that. Always give us one hundred per cent.
That, is our expectation of you. And our demand.
"But ... it's not
all doom and gloom," Chief Stewardess Julie Davies went on, brightly,
and with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
the exciting part: Sunshine Holidays will be awarding a monthly prize
for the best techie Foot Masseur of the Month.
"Each air hostess
you attend, will mark the quality and satisfaction standard of your
post-flight foot-massage performance, by awarding points, on a scale of
one to ten. She will also write a report, recording her comments.
"Then, at the end
of the month, the techie with the highest total of points will be
declared the prize winner.
"The prizes, for
the Air Purification Technicians who win the Foot Masseur of the Month
award, will vary. One month, the prize will be a Sunshine Holidays
voucher. Another month, it may be a three-piece set of Sunshine Holidays
logo'd luggage. Or ... well, it could be anything. Whatever the month's
prize happens to be, it will be announced at the beginning of the month,
and awarded at the end of the month.
"And and this
is my favourite part ... a full-colour photo of the prize-winning techie
will appear in that month's Sunshine Holidays in-flight magazine,
accompanying the regular Foot Masseur of the Month article. The articles
will be written by the senior air hostesses I will be writing the
first article and they will feature the reports, comments, and
opinions of all of the air hostesses, for whom the prize-winning Air
Purification Technician had performed foot-massage, that month.
"So," said Chief Stewardess Julie Davies,
to the four techies, "we, are now sitting comfortably ... so you, will
"Now ... you, Dawson," said Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies, looking Danny straight in the eye, "let us test
your ... aptitude, for foot-massage, shall we?
"It's funny ... but, for some reason,
Dawson, I have high hopes of you ... You could say, a little bird told
me," Chief Stewardess Julie Davies told Danny, still looking him
straight in the eye; her expression, saying ... something.
And, at her look ... something, shot
through Danny, seeming to tingle every cell in his body.
Something was going on here, with the
senior air hostess ... But what? wondered Danny.
"Sit on the floor, Dawson, at my feet. In
assuming your foot-massage position, you will set the example for your
colleagues to follow. Sit on the floor, right in front of me,
cross-legged ... that's right, Dawson ... yes, sit exactly there,
directly facing me. Now, shoes. Take off my pumps, Dawson remove them
carefully. Always remove our pumps carefully, as they can be rather
tight-fitting, especially when we are still wearing them in," instructed
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies.
And, following Danny's example, techies
Pierce, Costello and Wallace, respectively, sat, cross-legged at the
feet of the same air hostess he had 'served under' earlier that day,
during the passenger transfer interlude at the destination airport: air
hostesses Ann, Diane, and Carol, respectively.
To yet more derisive titters and asinine
asides from the four Sunshine Holidays male stewards.
The faces of Danny's three former school
pals were bright red with shame, as they compliantly sat at the feet of
the air hostess they were attending.
Danny, on the other hand, was now barely
noticing the presence of the four Sunshine Holidays stewards; their
juvenile comments, going almost totally unregistered.
Danny could not believe, just could not
believe, that this was actually happening. After the ultra amazing day
that he'd already had ... now this!
Talk about the icing on the cake! And, if
Danny had enjoyed the cake, he was going to love the icing!
Danny could barely contain his
fast-getting-out-of-control excitement, as he did exactly as instructed
by Chief Stewardess Julie Davies.
Reverently, solemnly, Danny took hold of
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's right foot ... and he was awestruck.
Awestruck, at the amazing, incredible
feeling; the actual reality, of subserviently sitting at her feet, and
of holding her uniform issue, two-inch heeled, dark-blue pump shod foot,
in his very own two hands.
lingering seconds, Danny held onto the senior air hostess's right,
dark-blue pump shod foot, savouring the wonderful feel of it.
the feel, of the supple, well-worn shoe-leather. He savoured the feel,
of the senior air hostess's foot, warm inside. He savoured the feel, of
the weight of her foot, resting in his hands; the weight, gradually
increasing as she sat back and relaxed. Relaxed ... at being attended.
Gently, carefully, reverently, solemnly,
Danny eased off Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's right shoe ... and then
her left shoe. Despite her pumps being rather well-worn, they came free
reluctantly, and Danny distinctly heard the soft whoosh of escaping air,
upon his carefully removing each of her shoes.
That was the emotion, that Danny now
felt. Surging, soaring elation. Danny was elated, as he actually held
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's right, warm, dark-hosed foot, in his
very own hands. Danny could hardly bear the excitement; the incredible,
thrilling excitement that he felt.
Dawson. Start, by massaging my right foot, since you already have hold
of it. This first session, Dawson, is primarily about assessing your
aptitude for foot-massage. So, just let your ... instincts, guide you,"
instructed Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, while again giving Danny,
Danny did just as he was told: Let
himself be guided by his instincts. Danny just did ... what seemed to
come so naturally to him.
Starting at the
bottom of Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's right, dark hose covered heel,
Danny got to work set about his post-flight duty.
both thumbs to her heel; his fingers, holding her foot nice and steady
while he worked. Working both thumbs in a firm, circular movement, Danny
enjoyed the sight of the bottom of the senior air hostess's heel;
sinking, at the pressure of his touch, and then slowly springing back,
as he spent some moments concentrating his attentions there.
After a few
moments of firmly rotating his thumbs into the bottom of the senior air
hostess's right heel, barely relieving pressure, he then moved on to her
arch ... and then on to the ball of her foot instinctively lingering
there, just as he had done so with her heel and then, on to her toes;
gently, reverently, kneading them between the pads of his fingers and
That was where Danny was, as he performed
his humble, sacred service, for Chief Stewardess Julie Davies.
Stewardess Julie Davies stared Danny right in the eye, giving him 'that
look' but said not a word, as she then rested the dark-hosed sole of
her left foot upon Danny's upper, sensitive inner thigh; her toes, close
to his groin, as she assessed his ... aptitude.
That was the
emotion, that Danny felt. Sweet, blissful fulfillment.
Danny felt fulfilled, as he subserviently
massaged the dark-hosed, post-flight feet, of Chief Stewardess Julie
Fulfillment, was Danny's experience, as he humbly massaged the feet of
the senior air hostess the air hostess, who made him feel humble and
who, in the space of just one day, he found himself respecting,
revering, admiring, adoring ... and now, worshipping.
Danny was fulfilled, as he held nothing
back as he gave Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, his one hundred per
cent. The one hundred percent concentration, care, effort, diligence
and, above all, commitment to the cause that she demanded. The
service, that all of the air hostesses that he would come to attend,
would demand and he would unstintingly give.
Danny was fulfilled, as he massaged the
warm, dark-hosed soles, of Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's hard-working
overworked tired and achy, air hostess feet. Or: "Hostie feet," as
air hostess Ann had laughingly called them, when talking to air hostess
Diane that morning, on the apron of Corfu airport. "There's nothing like
'em!" air hostess Ann had said.
And now Danny was
inclined to agree, with air hostess Ann.
To Danny, his foot-massage duties, for
the air hostesses, were sacred.
Danny knew; understood he had been
told, but he didn't need to be told that they were his most important
duties. Danny would never forget that. Nor, would he underestimate their
importance, to the air hostesses ... not, that they would ever let him
Danny attended Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies, with his "soothing ministrations." He gave the senior air
hostess everything he had his one hundred per cent. His best, his
utmost; his holding-nothing-back, wholehearted commitment to the
cause. The cause: to please, and to satisfy the air hostesses, with a
competently administered foot-massage.
And, as he did
so, it was an epic struggle, for Danny, not to give in to an almost
overwhelming desire. The desire to yield, to an
overriding-everything-else compulsion: to kiss the soles of Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies's shapely, beautiful, adorable yes, adorable,
For Danny yearned for nothing more, in that moment, than
to humbly, solemnly kiss the soles of Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's
feet. To kiss her feet, in expression of his respect, his reverence
his adoration. In expression, of his willing servitude. In
expression, of his total submission.
"You are a natural, Dawson," said Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies. "Quite excellent, for a first-time effort. I
shall write a sparkling report, to that effect. And I shall be awarding
your marks, as nine out of ten."
That was the emotion that Danny felt, in
that moment. Ecstasy.
Stewardess Julie Davies's (highly unexpected!) compliment, Danny's heart
swelled almost to bursting. Bursting, with pride and pleasure. Bursting,
At seeing her light praise light up
Danny's face, with such open pride and pleasure with such ecstasy
the senior air hostess sought to quickly quell his ardour. To bring him
back down to earth and, with a bump.
And so, after glancing over, at the
feeble by comparison efforts of Dawson's three colleagues; at the quite
obviously less than one hundred per cent concentration, effort, care,
diligence commitment to the cause of their foot-massaging
performances, she said, "Well ... at least you seem to be the best of a
poor bunch, Dawson."
Danny's elation was not diminished,
though, by the senior air hostess's qualifying remark but enhanced.
He was top of his class! He was "A
natural"! And, he'd scored nine out of ten, for his very first
foot-massage for an air hostess! His very first foot-massage, for Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies.
Danny was ecstatic.
Eliciting no, actually earning, Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies's compliment: "You are a natural, Dawson," was
the finest achievement of his life. And nothing nothing! was going
to diminish it. Nothing, was going to spoil his glory.
He may well be "the best of a poor
bunch." But, he was hardly to blame, for his three former school pals'
lack of ... aptitude, was he? And she did say, that she was going to
"write a sparkling report," didn't she? And she did say, that she was
going to award his foot-massage performance, for her, as nine out of
ten, didn't she? "Quite excellent, for a first-time effort."
Who was she kidding? The Foot Masseur of
the Month prize was as good as his!
And, at feeling, with his sensitive
fingertips, the exciting texture of Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's
warm, dark-hosed, tired and achy, post-flight feet, as he subserviently
massaged them for her and, as she stared right into his eyes, giving
him 'that look', as he did so ... Danny was, once again, getting all
Danny was getting excited, very excited.
Over-excited. 'Down there' ...
And, Danny wanted to do
'something' about it was desperate to do 'something' about it.
Danny wanted to touch himself. He wanted
to play with himself. He wanted to pull his penis, in worship.
Danny wanted to
pay his reverent 'devotions'. He wanted to make his solemn 'sacrifice'
... To Chief Stewardess Julie Davies his authoritarian air hostess
And, Danny wanted to pay his ...
respects, to Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, now. Now! Now, in the
here-and-now! Now, in the moment! in real time and not have to wait
until later, when he got home, and replayed in his mind, the ...
But, he couldn't!
Because, it was going to have to ... wait until later.
From time to time, the four male
stewards, who were still sitting at the counting-up table, glanced over
at the amusing antics of their female counterparts. The hosties were all
certainly making the most of the new perk of their job!
Ha ha ha ha! Talk about power going
straight to their pretty little heads! thought Chief Steward Colin Clark
... Not, that it was all that funny, actually.
Just a few weeks ago, thought Chief
Steward Colin Clark, with a frown, these air hostesses wouldn't have
said boo to a goose. But, since the Authoritarian Female Party came to
power, there's been a power shift in the crew room, too. The hosties
have been laying the law down; ruling the roost, in here.
And, you'd have to be a fool, to say
anything to them; to say anything to them, about their ... attitude.
You'd have to be a fool, to complain.
Because, next thing you know, you could find yourself out of a job, and
onto the dole ... And maybe finding yourself earning your Unemployment
Benefit payments, by being assigned to a 'placement', and working as a
community servant ...
And now, the hosties were giving the
Chief Steward Colin Clark and his fellow
stewards could almost feel sorry for the techies ... but not quite.
After all, they were here for a reason. A
very good reason. They didn't want to go to work. They didn't want to
earn their living. No as Julie had just said: they preferred to
sponge. Sponge, from solid-citizen, hard-working tax-payers.
Though it was more about ingratiating
themselves with the hosties, nonetheless, the four male stewards
couldn't help but smile and smirk, chuckle and snicker, and laugh and
joke among themselves, at seeing just what those poor sods, the Air
Purification Technicians Ha! 'Air Purification Technicians'! were
actually being reduced to.
What the techies were reduced to, after
having been forced to sniff; to sniff up and absorb into their lungs,
the stinky foot fumes of two contingents of female air passengers, on
the more than three-hour-long flights to Corfu, and back so that the
Sunshine Holidays passengers wouldn't have to.
And now, after having gone through all of
that ... all of that humiliating torment, as if that wasn't 'motivation'
enough for them, they were now being callously dominated, cruelly
controlled ruthlessly subjugated by the hosties. Hell, it wasn't
half cruel but you had to laugh!
And, if that didn't get the workshy,
malingering, sponging so-and-so's looking for a job nothing would! Ha
ha ha ha!
The four male stewards laughed and joked.
Tittered and snickered. But, if you listened to them closely enough, you
might detect that their hilarity had an underlying ... forced, quality
to it. That their mirth was strained. Their chuckles, edged with a false
Because the male stewards had become all
too aware that, if they weren't careful; if they didn't watch their
steps, and if they didn't watch their mouths, and if they didn't defer
if they didn't kowtow to the air hostesses ...
At hearing the
derisive, contemptuous comments; the ribald asides of the four male
stewards, the faces of techies Costello, Pierce and Wallace,
respectively, blushed beetroot-red, with shame and humiliation. Blushed
crimson, as they compliantly sat at the dark-hosed, tired and achy,
post-flight feet of air hostesses Diane, Ann, and Carol, respectively.
Danny, on the other hand, was by now
oblivious to the male stewards' derisive looks. Unconscious, of their
contemptuous comments and ribald ribbing.
He didn't see them, or hear them. His
mind as well as his hands were otherwise occupied. Fully occupied.
One hundred per cent, committed to the cause. Committed, to performing
his sacred duties.
Reluctantly, Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies finally called a halt, to the foot-massaging services of techies
Dawson, Wallace, Pierce and Costello. "All right, you lot. It's time for
you to clean our shoes, while we count up our day's Duty Free takings,"
"Clean the shoes of the air hostess,
whose feet you have just been massaging if I can call it that! From
what I've been seeing, only Dawson, here, seems to have any real
potential; any real aptitude, for the art of foot-massage. Well done,
Dawson ... Now, there are my uniform pumps. Pick them up, and take them
over to my locker number six. It's open, and has cleaning and
polishing cloths and brushes inside. I want you to polish my pumps to
within an inch of their lives, Dawson. And I warn you: I'll be checking
the quality of your work when you're done.
"Remember, Dawson, I expect one hundred
per cent from you, at all times never forget that. And that applies to
all techies!" she added sternly, looking at Danny's three former school
chums: Eric, Kelvin, and Alan his fellow Air Purification Technicians
... And, poor opposition, thought Danny, for the Foot Masseur of the
Danny; his face blushing crimson from
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's extra compliment, said obediently, "Yes,
Miss Julie," and he proudly proceeded to do her bidding ... For he was
doing the bidding of a Goddess.
With her uniform issue, two-inch heeled,
dark-blue pumps in his hands, Danny headed for Chief Stewardess Julie
Davies's locker number six.
About half an hour later, after they had
finished counting up their day's Duty Free takings, the four air
hostesses: Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, and air hostesses Carol, Ann,
and Diane, respectively, came over to their lockers to see what kind of
job techies Dawson, Wallace, Pierce and Costello, respectively, had made
of cleaning and polishing their uniform pumps.
Upon neither herself or any of her three
colleagues faulting the shoe-cleaning efforts of their techies, Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies told the four techies, "Okay, then. You are all
done for the day now. You can go home.
"Don't forget, you are to report to your
placements on alternate days. So unless you happen to find a job
tomorrow you should report to the Sunshine Holidays Information Desk,
on Wednesday, at six a.m.
"You'll have four different air hostesses
to supervise you we've all got seventy-two hours leave. And don't be
late, or there'll be trouble. If I find out that you have been late
again, Dawson ...
"Now get lost, the lot of you!" ordered
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies disgustedly. "I'm sick of the very sight
of you, you sponging, workshy, job-dodging, parasitic, useless bunch
"Tanya, do you happen to know if Lee
Speakman phoned in to let us know he wouldn't be reporting for duty?"
asked Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis; two, of the four air hostesses who
were now breezing into the Sunshine Holidays crew room; three techies,
trailing at their heels.
"Yes, he did but only about an hour
ago, and so he hasn't given sufficient notice," replied air hostess
"Well, he's in trouble then," responded
Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis. "What reason did Speakman give, Tanya?"
"Oh, some old flannel about having the
flu. Ha! A classic case of 'Man Flu', no doubt," said air hostess Tanya
"I bet Speakman's just fobbing us off,
Tanya. I bet there's nothing wrong with him at all not even 'Man Flu'.
Well, he'd better come up with a doctor's note, or he's going to have
his Unemployment Benefit payments stopped. I I ... don't ... ruddy well
believe it!" exclaimed Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis, suddenly curtailing
her conversation with air hostess Tanya.
He's here ... as one of the techies? Oh my God! I can't believe it. Oh,
just wait until I see his sisters, Elaine and Melanie! They are going to
laugh their ruddy heads off. Ha ha ha ha!" laughed Chief Stewardess Jane
Lewis, in gleeful anticipation of imparting such delicious news: Danny
Dawson an Air Purification Technician!
"Hmm ... I take it then, Jane, that you
know Air Purification Technician Daniel Dawson?" said Chief Stewardess
Julie Davies dryly.
"Oh, I know him, Julie. I know Danny
Dawson, all right! I know he has always been a right pain in the
you-know-what, to his sisters if what Elaine and Mel have told me
about him is anything to go by. And he's certainly always made a pest of
himself whenever I've been round to visit his sisters ... Oh, I wish
he'd been operating on my flight, today! I'd teach him some manners ...
"Anyway, Julie," Chief Stewardess Jane
Lewis went on, "never mind about Danny Dawson, I've got more important
things to think about. One of my own techies, Lee Speakman, has failed
to turn up. So I'm going to have to operate the Izmir flight with only
three Air Purification Technicians On Station.
Vexation evident in her tone, she went
on, "It's a double-whammy, isn't it? Because, one: one of the four lines
of seats on the plane will have to go without the services of an Air
Purification Technician I'll decide which line, based upon which of
them is seating the fewest number of females. And, two: one of my air
hostesses is going to be deprived of her brand-new perk of the job:
passenger transfer interlude access, to a techie and also his
foot-massage and shoe-cleaning services, upon our return to the crew
"So, Julie, you can appreciate the
seriousness of the situation," continued Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis, in
great annoyance. "And this is such an unnecessary problem. A problem
that should have been foreseen; avoided never have been allowed to
happen. A simple contingency measure that's all it would take.
"In future, we should have a couple of
techies stationed in the crew room, on stand-by duty drag the lazy
sods away from their TVs, and get them doing something useful. And, if
it turns out they aren't required to operate on a flight ... well, we
can certainly put them to good use in here, can't we?" she said
Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis went on,
"First thing in the morning, I'll put my suggestion to Crewing. They'll
see the sense of it; sort it out, for us. No problem at all. Still ...
that doesn't solve my problem now, does it, Julie?" she complained.
Now, Chief Stewardess Julie Davies
prepared to step in and save the day.
This was exactly the sort of situation
she was waiting for. Hoping for.
She had been wondering, when her first
opportunity to take advantage of Dawson's ... handicap, would arise.
Wondering, when she might be able to benefit, from his ... Achilles
heel. Wondering, when she would get a chance to exploit his
While ostensibly airing her appeal to all
four, of the Air Purification Technicians under her charge, Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies, all the while, directed her gaze directed
'that look' at just one of them: Danny.
"Right then, you lot," began Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies. "You have all heard what Chief Stewardess Jane
Lewis has just said: This is an emergency.
"Now ... I want a volunteer ... And I
know, you won't let me down ... Brownie points, are up for grabs here; a
good word, in your Satisfaction of Conduct report ... Well, don't all
shout at once!" she said sarcastically, when none of the four techies
spoke up, nor raised a hand.
want one of you," she went on, still pointedly staring at Danny, "to
volunteer to serve under Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis, and to operate on
her Izmir flight. Now ... I
can't order you to do it you've all fulfilled your requirements for
today." Her eyes, now boring straight into Danny's, and giving him 'that
look', she then said, "You must volunteer ... of your own free will."
Danny wanted to
put up his hand. He wanted to cry out: 'I'll do it! Me! Let me! I'll do
it!!' Danny wanted to volunteer more than anything! but he couldn't
bring himself to speak. Couldn't bring himself to raise his hand.
How could he?
What would his former school chums think? What would they say? Surely,
he would no longer have their good opinion. They would be finished with
him, as a friend. Cast him adrift. Ostracize him. Disown him. And then,
word would get around ...
Still staring fixedly at Danny, Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies went on, "I must warn you. Whichever one of you
... who volunteers to serve under Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis, and to
operate on her Izmir flight, you will be late getting back. Very late.
"The return flight from Turkey is
due to arrive back in Manchester at one a.m. Then,
of course, when you return to the crew room, you will still have to
attend one of the air hostesses the same one you served under, during
the passenger transfer interlude at the destination airport. You will
not be exempted from these obligations, just from your having
volunteered. You will still have to perform your post-flight
foot-massage, and your shoe-cleaning duties, for her. Until about two
a.m. Or later, in the event of delays.
"So it's going to mean a very long, and
tiring day ... for one of you," said Chief Stewardess Julie Davies; her
eyes, still riveted upon Danny's face. Still giving him, 'that look'.
"So ... still, no volunteer?" she asked.
Danny's former school pals: Eric, Kelvin
and Alan, were wild-eyed with dread. Looking anywhere, except at Chief
Stewardess Julie Davies. Above all, avoiding direct eye contact with
her, at all costs. They feared that if none of them volunteered, she
would 'volunteer' one of them, herself.
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, perfectly
comprehending Danny's awful dilemma, was enjoying herself hugely. She
knew she had Dawson, right in the palm of her hand. She was playing with
him. Toying with him. Making him squirm.
"You were late this morning, Dawson. You
almost made us miss our take-off slot. And then you wasted even more
time, dawdling about at Corfu ... Volunteer to operate on Chief
Stewardess Jane Lewis's flight to Izmir ... and I'll wipe your slate
clean. I won't make any note of your misdemeanours today, when I write
up your Satisfaction of Conduct report ... And, I'll tell your Job
Centre, about your volunteering now. They will record your good
behaviour, in your file."
When she saw that Danny was still too
afraid to speak; too afraid of incurring his three peers' decidedly
adverse opinion of him, should he actually put up his hand and
volunteer, Chief Stewardess Julie Davies decided it was time to play her
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies stepped
right up to Danny, whispered in his ear ... and gave Danny the shock of
"Dawson," she murmured softly, so that no
one else in the Sunshine Holidays crew room had a clue what she was
"Dawson ..." she whispered, her breath
warm and tickling on his ear, "... volunteer now, to operate on Chief
Stewardess Jane Lewis's flight to Izmir ... and I'll make you a promise.
Volunteer, and ... and the next time you operate on one of my flights
... I'll ... I'll leave your hands untied ... Do you understand, Dawson?
Are you taking that on board ...? I said I'll leave your hands untied
... I won't restrain your wrists, to your service vehicle ..."
Danny was shocked. Stunned. And it
showed. It showed, in his suddenly crimson,
Neither Danny's former school pals, nor
anyone else in the Sunshine Holidays crew room had an inkling; had not
the remotest idea, as to what Chief Stewardess Julie Davies had
whispered to Danny.
It was for his ears only. It was strictly
between the two of them. It was ... their secret.
Oh my God! thought Danny. She knows! She
And she says she'll leave my hands
untied, the next time I operate on one of her flights! She's promised!
Oh God! Oh God!! I'll be able to ... Oh God oh God oh God!
Danny no longer cared, about what his
friends were going to think, or what they might say. Or what anyone
else, might think or say. Or about word, spreading. Let them all think
and say whatever the hell they liked! Let them, spread the word! He no
longer cared. Chief Stewardess Julie Davies's ... deal her promise!
was just too good to turn down! She was going to leave his hands
Chief Stewardess Julie Davies, was going
to leave his hands untied ... He would be able to make his reverent
devotions; be able to make his solemn sacrifices; be able to pay his ...
respects, to his Goddesses, in real time! In the moment! In the
here-and-now! And not have to wait until he got home, and replayed in
his mind, the ...
Danny numbly nodded, indicating his
agreement to Chief Stewardess Julie Davies.
Turning to Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis,
Danny said, "Miss Jane ... I'd ... I want to volunteer, to operate on
your flight to Izmir."
"Ruddy hell, Julie! What did you say to
him? Ruddy hell!!" exclaimed Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis, in shock and
And, in great relief, too ... She would,
after all, be operating the flight to Izmir with a full complement of
Air Purification Technicians.
Once again, Danny was sitting aboard the
Sunshine Holidays crew bus.
Danny sat at the back, along with the
other three Air Purification Technicians (none of whom he knew) who
would also be 'operating' on the Izmir flight.
In the front passenger seats sat the
Captain, First Officer, and the Flight Engineer. And seated just behind
them were Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis, and her three colleagues: air
hostesses Tanya, Andrea, and Dawn.
Danny knew now, about the 'drawing of
lots' by the air hostesses. The system, by which they chose their
Danny had already suspected as much,
after overhearing what air hostess Diane had said to air hostess Ann,
earlier: "And, I'll be having Costello, as my own, personal ...
But now, Danny knew this for a fact. For
Danny had just witnessed this drawing of lots (by dint of pulling a
playing card from the pack; the higher value cards, deciding the pecking
order of choice), in the Sunshine Holidays crew room.
The drawing of
lots, by the air hostesses, for them to choose which of the techies
would attend them. Both, at the passenger transfer interlude at the
destination airport, and also in the crew room, upon their return, when
their chosen techie would perform his post-flight foot massage, for her.
After which, she would then write her report, recording her comments
regarding the quality and satisfaction of his foot-massage performance,
and award him her marks out of ten, towards his Foot Masseur of the
Month competition tally.
And then, while she was busy counting up
the day's Duty Free takings, he would clean and polish her uniform
issue, two-inch heeled, dark-blue pumps, for her ... "So that, when you
return them to our locker, they are all spotless and gleaming, and ready
for our next flight duty."
Danny had witnessed the drawing of lots,
by the air hostesses. Witnessed them choosing their techies. Witnessed
them choosing the techie, who was to be their "own, personal ...
And Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis, taking
first pick, as was her entitlement as senior air hostess, had chosen him
Because she wanted the pleasure and the
gratification of teaching Danny "some manners." And she would then
report back to his sisters, Elaine and Melanie, and tell them all about
The crew bus rolled to a stop next to
another Sunshine Holidays 'Flying Pencil' aircraft, and Chief Stewardess
Jane Lewis spoke authoritatively to her four charges. "Come on, out of
the bus! Use the rear entrance steps to board the aircraft," she ordered
As soon as the four techies and the four
air hostesses were aboard the jet-liner, Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis and
her three air hostess colleagues: Tanya, Andrea and Dawn, set about the
task of removing the four panels that were situated behind the rearmost
row of seats: 50 A, B, C, and D.
The four air hostesses spun free the
quick-release wing-nuts, and then removed the four panels and placed
Now, having gained access to the
under-seat spaces of the Flying Pencil's narrow fuselage, the four air
hostesses pulled forward Air Purification Technician Service Vehicles A,
B, C, and D.
"Okay, Danny," said Chief Stewardess Jane
Lewis, nodding meaningfully towards the four heinously-conceived,
poolside-recliner-like contraptions. "Since you were so kind as to
volunteer, I'll let you take your pick ha ha ha! Just think: actually
volunteering for this! I can't wait to tell Elaine and Mel ... I
wonder what they'll think?"
Danny was red-faced from embarrassment
and shame, as he replied respectfully, "Thank you, Miss Jane. I'll take
And even before Chief Stewardess Jane
Lewis could issue her next order, Danny was already getting aboard
Service Vehicle D. Danny knew the procedure: He lay on his back, with
his head facing towards the front of the aircraft.
was starting to feel quite at home. And, any moment now, he knew, he
would be back inside the severely cramped claustrophobic confines,
of the dim and dismal under-seat space of the Flying Pencil's narrow
Chief Stewardess Jane Lewis crouched down
Chuckling to herself, she strapped him
aboard Service Vehicle D, restraining him by his ankles, wrists, and
neck, securing him firmly, with the five leather straps. After sealing
his mouth closed with a strip of adhesive tape, she cinched his nostrils
shut with her thumb and forefinger ... Danny's bug-eyed, panicky look a
moment later, assuring her that it was airtight.
"I'll see you in Izmir, then. In about
four hours," she told Danny. "And, trust me ... I'm looking forward to
So am I, Miss Jane, thought Danny
excitedly. So am I ...
But, that would be in about four hours'
time. And a lot was going to happen, before then ...
A lot of female passengers, who were
seated in seat line D, would be pushing the button located under their
right armrest ... to summon him. To summon the services, of an Air
Danny settled back, looking forward to
his next incredible adventure. As, with the leather sole of her uniform
issue, two-inch heeled, dark-blue pump shod foot, Chief Stewardess Jane
Lewis gleefully shoved Service Vehicle D back on track consigning
Danny to his fate.
Two days later,
on Wednesday, Danny duly reported to the Sunshine Holidays Information
Desk, at 06:00. And the three Air Purification Technicians who were
already waiting there were all strangers to him.
There was no sign
of his three former school pals: Eric Pierce, Kelvin Costello and Alan
After just one
shift, operating as Air Purification Technicians in the severely cramped
confines of the dim and dismal under-seat spaces of one of Sunshine
Holidays 'Flying Pencil' aircraft, they'd had enough. More than enough.
On Monday, as soon as Chief Stewardess
Julie Davies had dismissed them for the day, Eric, Kelvin and Alan had
agreed to meet up first thing on Tuesday morning, and head straight for
their local Job Centre.
The Job Centre
staff were very pleased to see them. Very helpful, they were. And only
too happy, to assist the decidedly agitated threesome in their urgent
quest to find gainful employment.
And, find gainful employment, they did.
Starting next day, Wednesday.
Working for the local council, as refuse collectors ... Not quite, what
they were looking for. Or hoping for.
But Danny's three former
school pals and, would-be 'career claimants' accepted their job
opportunities gratefully. And, with great relief.
was better anything! than having to return to their placements.
better, than being 'obliged' to sniff; to sniff up and absorb into their
lungs, the malodorous, nauseating, highly offensive, female passengers'
stinky-feet fumes that; these foul impurities, these ghastly
contaminants, if left 'unfiltered', would taint the quality of the air
inside the aircraft cabin so that the Sunshine Holidays passengers
wouldn't have to.
The A.F.P.'s Work Motivation
Programme was, apparently, working brilliantly. And the A.F.P. were duly
fulfilling their flagship election manifesto pledge.
Caroline Flint and her Authoritarian Female Party government, with the
introduction of their various placement schemes, Community Service
Orders, etc, were 'motivating' Britain's idlers to work.
But, no scheme is perfect.
And the Authoritarian Female
Party could hardly be blamed, if the ... the odd one, slipped through