The Trainee

The cabin is quiet, the soft hum of the plane's systems the only sound as the crew prepares for the first flight of the day. The overhead lights cast a gentle glow, reflecting off the polished surfaces and neatly arranged seats.

Kiera O'Sullivan, 19 years old, steps onto the plane, her green eyes wide with excitement and a touch of nervousness. Clutching her training manual to her boyish chest, she takes in the sleek, modern interior of the aircraft. Her frame is so petite that she looks a bit lost in her uniform.

Kiera walks down the aisle, glancing around for any signs of her new colleagues. The plane seems empty, save for the faint sounds coming from the cargo hold. As she reaches the middle of the cabin, she hears muffled noises coming from the cockpit. It's a mix of soft laughter, rustling, and what sounds like a male grunt. Her curiosity piqued, Kiera hesitates.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

There's a muffled "fuck!" and the noises abruptly stop, replaced by an eerie silence. Kiera's heart races a little, wondering if she made a mistake by intruding. A moment later, the cockpit door swings open and a massive bust comes in sight followed by the flushed face of a woman in her late twenties.

Her uniform is disheveled, the blouse incorrectly buttoned in a rush, plain white cups visible through the gaps. Her lipstick is smudged, and her lips look swollen. Wet stains dot her blouse, and despite the thick bra her nipples are visibly poking through the fabric.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," Kiera stammers.

The flight attendant with the impossible bust swallows twice before clearing her throat and offering a sheepish smile. "No, no, it's okay. You must be the new trainee. Kiera, correct?" Kiera nods, feeling her cheeks flush slightly. She tears her gaze away from those tits and glimpses at the name tag, but she can't make out the letters because there's something thick and sticky dangling from it. These stains on the blouse, they wouldn't be ... would they?! Kiera tries to get a hold of herself.

"Yes, that's right. Kiera O'Sullivan. It's my first day."

The busty one extends a hand ignoring Kiera's wandering eyes. Kiera shakes it, her grip a bit tentative. "Welcome aboard, Kiera. I'm Nadine. If you need anything or have any questions, just let me know." Kiera notices Nadine's hand is weirdly sticky and damp. "Thank you, Nadine. I'm really excited to be here. It's all a bit overwhelming, though." Nadine chuckles softly, while she ties her chestnut brown hair into a tight bun. The buttons on her blouse are holding on for their dear lives. "I remember my first day."

A 19-year-old Nadine is aggressively getting railed from behind in the galley. Her head bobbing, loudly hitting the cabinets in front, her quivering eyes wide open, a stranger's hand muffling her screams. Strangled by the coiled cord from the intercom, while the receiver is dangling between her legs. The buttons of her blouse on the floor, her enormous breasts violently hitting the "Speak"-button of the intercom with every thrust. The passengers outside exchanging bewildered looks as the constant ringing and crackling of the intercom denies them any chance of sleep.

Nadine brushes aside the thought and continues: "You'll get the hang of it in no time. Just stay calm and follow the procedures, and you'll do great."

A tall, muscular security officer led trainee Nadine into a separate screening room at the airport security checkpoint. "Just stay calm and follow the procedures, and you'll do great." He zipped down as he closed the door behind them.

As they move further into the cabin, Nadine discreetly adjusts her uniform. She steals a quick glance at Kiera, taking in the younger woman's petite and boyish frame. The contrast between them is stark, and for a moment, Nadine can't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness. "She's so slender and delicate, like a gazelle... I'm like a clumsy cow in comparison," Nadine lips turn into a wry smile at the unflattering comparison.

"I need a minute to freshen up, and then I'll get you acquainted with the emergency procedures and your station. We've got a busy day ahead." Kiera nods enthusiastically and waits in the aisle, taking in the surroundings. At that moment, the cockpit door opens again, and the pilot emerges, zipping up his pants with a satisfied smile. Catching Kiera's gaze, he feels a sense of embarrassment wash over him, and he offers her a sheepish smile before approaching.

"Hey there, you must be Kiera, our new trainee. I'm Captain Johnson."

Kiera returns the smile, feeling a little awkward under his gaze.

"Yes, that's me. Nice to meet you, Captain Johnson."

They engage in brief small talk before Captain Johnson excuses himself to return to the cockpit, leaving Kiera to ponder the peculiarities of her first day on the job.