Another safety briefing

Vanessa’s voice, as sweet and sharp as an ice dagger, shattered the brief respite Mackenzie was trying to take in the galley.

—“Attention, cabin crew and passengers!” she announced over the intercom, her tone falsely professional. “Due to a small technical issue, we will be repeating the safety instructions. We ask that everyone pay special attention.”

Mackenzie felt her legs give out. Safety instructions? They were mid-flight, thousands of feet up, right in the middle of crossing the Atlantic. The absurd order served only one purpose: to prolong her humiliation.

—“No… please, Vanessa,” she whispered desperately, but her colleague was already beside her, gripping her arm tightly.

—“It’s an order, Mack. And remember, it must be performed with the extended protocol,” she hissed.

She shoved her toward the center of the aisle, between first class and business class, where all the passengers had a clear view. The lights dimmed slightly and an overhead spotlight centered on her, making her the focus of a grotesque stage.

—“Let’s begin, shall we?” Vanessa said, a microphone in her hand. “Initial posture: arms extended, demonstrating the emergency exits.”

Mackenzie, her face burning, raised her arms. The movement caused the tiny top to stretch even further across her breasts, delineating every curve and her erect nipples with obscene clarity. A murmur of admiration and amusement swept through the cabin.

—“Now, the oxygen mask,” Vanessa continued. “Simulate putting it on, Mackenzie. And remember the directive: ‘Secure your own mask first before assisting others’.”

Mackenzie brought her empty hands toward her face, a gesture that **** her to arch her back and lift her breasts slightly. The treacherous micro-skirt slid several inches up her thigh, exposing the pale skin of her inner thighs/groin. Phone flashes lit up the scene like lightning.

—“Very good. Now, the brace position for an emergency landing,” Vanessa ordered, a smile of pure malice on her face. “Bend forward, secure your ankles, and hold the position!”

Mackenzie suppressed a whimper. It was the most exposed pose, the one she dreaded most. With an uncontrollable tremor, she bent at the waist, grabbing her thin ankles. The skirt, offering no resistance, fell completely over her back, exposing her round, pale buttocks to everyone’s view. The sheer fabric in the front stretched tight, clinging to her sex and delineating her parted lips with cruel precision.

She felt laid bare, completely ****. The cold air conditioning on her naked skin, mixed with the heat of hundreds of stares, made her shiver. She heard laughter, whispers, and the unmistakable sound of more photos being taken.

—“Excellent posture, Mackenzie!” Vanessa exclaimed. “Everyone can perfectly see the… stability of the position.”

Mackenzie held the pose for what felt like an eternity, feeling the blood rush to her head, making her dizzy, while the humiliation seared itself into her soul. Finally, Vanessa gave her permission to straighten up.

—“And lastly,” Vanessa concluded, moving closer and putting an arm around her shoulders in a false gesture of complicity, “remember that our priority is your safety… and your comfort. If you require additional assistance, do not hesitate to call our star flight attendant.”

The applause burst out again, deafening, while Mackenzie, with her vision blurred and her legs trembling, could only stand there, transformed into a mere object of entertainment, wondering how much more she could endure before completely shattering.