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Amanda was nervous but excited. At 24, she had been a journalist for a couple of years, but this was her first chance at international travel. Recent press stories had revealed the ‘free gifts’ and ‘happy endings’ that had been given away by one well-known airline as an inducement to travel in first class, and now Amanda’s editor had asked her to investigate the seamy underbelly of the airline industry. It wasn’t exactly Watergate but it promised to be interesting, and now Amanda found herself in a five-star Dubai hotel and knocking briskly on the door of a rather beautiful stewardess with whom she had chatted on the flight from London. Amanda had a boyfriend back in London, where she had grown up, but there was something about this girl that intrigued her. Could it be, she wondered for a brief moment, that her interest was more than just professional?
Felicity opened the door. She was still in the blue skirt and light blue blouse of her uniform. Her straw-colored hair was up in a bun, and her bright blue eyes were just as radiant as ever. Amanda was struck once again by just how beautiful the stewardess was. For her part, Amanda, a keep-fit enthusiast and from a privileged background, had dressed nicely for the occasion – a crisp white blouse, short black cotton skirt, and black Prada heels. Five foot 10 inches in height with slightly feline light brown eyes and a bob of shiny, short brown hair, she felt hip, smart, sexy, confident, adventurous…
“Let me get you a drink!” Felicity said, just as hospitable now as she had been in the air. “We have white wine in the mini-bar.”
“That’s fabulous!” Amanda replied.
They sat and drank and chatted about this and that. Eventually Amanda said, “You mentioned on the flight that you once had an amazing journey with a big star. Can you tell me more?”
“Well, yes, that would be nice, I think. You’re sure you don’t want peanuts?”
“No, I’m fine, thank you! Do you mind if I take some notes?”
“That’s OK,” said Felicity, “but you will keep my name out of your article, won’t you?”
“Of course I will!”
Felicity began slowly, talking in a quiet voice as if fearing that someone else might be listening. She was from a small village in southern England, and her brush with ‘the big time’ had really been as surprising to her as it was delightful.
“Well, let’s just say, it was a big tennis star. I mean a very big star! We knew she was travelling with us, and she had about twelve people in her support team. Now I was just putting some cups away when one of her staff, a pretty Italian woman as it happened, asked me if I would like to sit and chat with this star for a while. I thought it was an amazing opportunity! I mean, I’ve seen her so much on television and admire her game. She has a wonderful physique, you know, very tall, with long, strong legs. I couldn’t believe I might get to sit and talk with her!
“So I went over, pretty nervous, you know? We had these luxury seats next to each other, and the Italian girl brought us champagne and caviar. Anyway, this tennis star – gosh, I so wish I could tell you her name, you would be soooo impressed! – anyway this big, like, mega major star – tell you what, why don’t I call her Natasha? Anyway, she was telling me all about her biggest wins and her struggles with injury and confidence and pretty much everything!
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Published November 11, 2012
by Amaldio Books.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Romance, Gay & Lesbian.