Arrival At The Airport

Aside from Rob and the four girls, the only other passengers in the minibus from the lodge to the airport were an elderly expat couple on the way to do their monthly shop in the capital. As the bus pulled up alongside the procession of beaten up taxis that were bringing the locals who were taking the flight, the four girls leaped out and started to push by the elderly couple as they went to grab their cases. "Girls, don't be so rude. Let these people go first" Rob admonished them. "Oh come on, those two old fogies'll take forever" cried Verity, the leggy blonde who was Queen Bee amongst this crowd. Rob blushed and could only look apologetically at the elderly couple as the girls continued to extract their own bags while pushing those of the couple to one side. Rob offered to help the couple while explaining the girls weren't really anything to do with him but they angrily brushed his offer aside.

After extracting his own case, Rob followed the others into the departure lounge. Well, that was a rather grand description of the crowded and scruffy area that served as a waiting room for those taking flights. It was even more run down that what Rob could remember of the arrivals hall from five days previous. It was an open plan area with bench seating and over to one side a low inspection counter and scanner manned by three bored looking officials in uniform. Rob was surprised and slightly alarmed that two of them were armed.

It was a sleepy under used airport with only two flights in and out each day, so the arrival of passengers was a welcome distraction from the tedium of the day for the staff there. Today was made more special for the officials by the unexpected presence of four attractive white girls. Well, white and Asian since one of the girls, Kim, was Korean. Apart from Verity, the other two were Barbara, a horsey redhead and Eloise who was brunette and French.

The seven occupants of the minibus were the only non-African passengers booked on the flight, which made them somewhat conspicuous. Three of the girls were dressed comfortably for the flight but Verity's white shorts and loose blouse were a little more provocative. She and the other girls had elected to sit on a bench closest to the inspection counter. Verity had crossed her legs and was smiling in the direction of the three officers who were returning her gaze. "Verity, stop flirting" said Rob, concerned that her actions might be misinterpreted. "What is your problem ? Always finding fault" Verity responded. "Why do you care ? You're not racist are you ?" she continued, loud enough for the officials to hear. "What ? No, of course not" Rob blustered, horrified at the accusation. But he sat red faced and disconcerted, trying to ignore the glares of the armed officials.