The cabin blurred and she had a moment where the plane seemed empty and confined. But even as Marjorie began to emerge from the vertigo, through her tunnel vision, the plane at once seemed to stretch, elongate even as several of the plush sim-leather seats suddenly gained passengers.
The dozen human looking persons were mostly men, almost interchangable with one another in their dark grey suits and ties tacks with the Consolidated National emblem on them. That is the men seemed alike, and the single female, stolid with a mature sexuality, her deep brown eyes taking in every line of Marjorie's strangely supple body, tingling in her abreviate, and Marjorie could not longer consider it a costume, uniform.
"We're late, young ladies. " declared the woman bank officer rudely and with obvious condescension, even as this mature prim lady spared a disapproving look toward the hem of the former junior officer's dress. "And is that an appropriate outfit for this trip, Miss? "
"Uh, I ... I ... I know it's odd, madame. " stammered Marjorie, blushing deeply as she tried to pull down her hem to further hid the peeka-boo panties. "As a junior financial advisor with Consolidated, I don't normally go around in clothes like this ... "
"I should hope not. " the senior taunted her, lightly flipping her pepper grey pageboy do back. "But where did you get the notion you're anything but an Air-Maid for this firm? However, you are right about your uniform. It's much too modest for your role in keeping our executives happy and well satisfied before their meetings with the German and Japanese consortiums. That hem should be at least an inch shorter, if not more, and show some cleavage for goodness sake. "
"Air Maid?! " Marjorie exclaimed. What had this costume done to her? She never heard of such a thing even during her short time with Consolidated. This sudden demotion from money manager to poofy maned bimbo. "We'll talk about that later. " this stern faced woman told her. "But now it's past time to go. Please get your passengers settled and we'll be off then. " Even as Marjorie found herself on auto-pilot, somehow making sure the executives were safely buckled in, trying hard to ignore the random hand on her exposed upper thigh, still she knew this airborne arrangement was far from over ...
Sat Dec 1 08:18:06 2001