Who's the master now?

Kennedy Airport, New York: A middle-aged businesswoman gracefully saunters through the docking gate of British flight 101. Her fashionably expensive Versace suite confirms her high corporate standing and eminent wealth. She glides past the polite flight attendants, waving the back of her elegantly manicured hand at their gracious greeting, as if to say, “Out of my way, peasants.” Then, finds her seat in the near empty first class section, a few rows behind two businessmen. The men smile and wink at her as she strides past them, obviously attracted to her glamour and the animalistic sway in her perfect hips. She strolls past them as if they were bums on the street begging for change. When she reaches her row, she sits in the isle seat crossing her legs poignantly, tilts her seat back slightly, and then hits the flight attendant call light. 

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It was my first international flight as a flight attendant. I had been working for an airline in the states for many years before being hired by British Airways. The airline attracted my attention after I had heard how sophisticated the clientele usually were and plus, they treated their employees very well. Because of my experience, British Airways hired me fairly quickly. I was excited about my first international flight from Kennedy Airport in New York to London’s Heathrow Airport, plus I had two days between flights to take in as much of London as I could. 

My fellow flight attendants seemed nice enough as I boarded the 757. Flight attendants usually had a certain repore’ with one another. I was shown where to store my personal items by one of my co-workers then prepared for the flight greeting. As I stood by the ramp doorway, greeting the passengers, in walked a glamorous businesswoman. She was clad in an expensive but very feminine business suite. Her brown hair was beautifully feathered around her pristinely made up face and she twinkled from the gold and diamond jewelry that she wore on her ears and fingers, and around her neck. She seemed to be in her mid 40s yet she looked much younger. The other attendants before me smiled and welcomed her onto the flight though she waved them off with the back of her hand as if they were insulting her. I had predicted that this corporate goddess would treat me the same, but instead she gave me a wicked grin before gliding past me to her seat. Once out of earshot, the other attendant leaned into me to whisper.

“Oh boy! The Queen is in your area Susan.” She informed me.
“The Queen?” I questioned. “Who is she?”
“That’s Ms. J. Price. She’s a corporate big wig for the airlines. I’m not sure what her exact title is, but she’s very powerful. She usually takes the Concord. She hates crowded flights, so you’re in luck.” She paused. “Oh, and she is extremely bossy and wants everything her way. And trust me, you better do exactly as she asks.”

I had no reply to her comment. I swallowed my nervousness and continued to greet the other passengers. A few minutes had gone by before I realized that “The Queen” had her overhead call light on. I quickly made my way to her seat not knowing what to expect but trying to put on an air of confidence. After all, I had been a flight attendant for years, why should this one woman make me so nervous? As I approached her, I saw the look of disapproval on her face.
“What has taken you so long? When a passenger has their call light on, you respond immediately!” She commanded.
“Sorry ma’am. I was greeting other passengers and hadn’t seen your light on until now.”
“First of all, Susan,” she read the nametag on my breast. “Do not refer to me as ma’am or Miss. My name is Ms. Price and do not forget it.” She continued with certain smugness. “Second of all, I am your passenger. Your job is to accommodate my needs to the best of your abilities. I realize that you are a new employee, so if you do as I ask, we will get along fine, but if you fail to fulfill my requests your future with this airline will be in jeopardy.”
“Yes Ma….” I almost slipped as she raised an eyebrow at me. “Yes, Ms. Price. I understand. How may I accommodate you as to make your flight more pleasurable?” 
“That’s better. Now, I would like a dry martini with three olives, the softest pillow you can find, and a new blanket.”
“Certainly, Ms. Price. I’ll get that for you right away.”
When I walked away, I noticed the other flight attendant watching me. She signaled me over to her.
“What did her majesty want?” She questioned me, but before I could answer, “Don’t tell me. A dry martini with three olives, the softest pillow you can find, and a new blanket.”

I grinned. “Yes, how did you know?”
“I’ve dealt with the broad many times. If you want, we can switch posts. She’s not very fond of me, but I know what to expect from her.”
“If you wouldn’t mind, that would be great. Just knowing that she is on this flight is making me uncomfortable.” I thanked her.
She patted my arm giving me a confidence boost then retrieved the pillow and blanket for our unruly passenger. As she delivered Ms. Price’s requests, I helped by preparing the drink. When the other attendant returned, she had an uneasy grin on her face.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Sorry, but she wants you.”
“What do you mean, she wants me?
“She said that I am not her stewardess. Susan is. Then told me to make sure that you bring her the drink and not me.” She warned me. “She must like you or something. I’ve never seen her demand a certain attendant before.”
“What’s so special about me?”

I got no response to my question. Not only was I nervous, but also, now I was curious about this woman’s bizarre liking towards me. I proceeded, regardless, to deliver her drink in a swift fashion. With my mind on nothing else but pleasing this woman, I neglected to watch where I was going and unfortunately, tripped over her briefcase that she selfishly places in the isle next to the row of seats in front of her. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the drink flew from my hands and splashed all over the front of Ms. Price. When I regained my balance, I found her with a disturbed look on her face, soaked with the liquor and the crystal glass sitting in her lap. 
“You incompetent wench!” She boomed.
“Oh my God. Ms. Price, I am so sorry. I didn’t see your briefcase.” I nervously exclaimed as I used the napkins in my hand to pat the liquid from her blouse.
“You had better be sorry, young lady.”
I continued to pat at her clothing while apologizing. When I reached for the glass, she grabbed my wrist tightly. “You are going to make this up to me.” She glared. 
I stopped and kept my head down, avoiding eye contact with her. “If there is anything I can do, I assure you, I will gladly oblige.” 
“I want your panties.” She ordered.

I was totally thrown off. Had I heard her right? I lifted my head and glanced at her questionably.
“You heard me. I want your panties.” She repeated.
I stood up quickly yet my wrist was still in her grasp. “Are you serious?”
She tightened her grip, “Of course I am serious. Since you spilled my drink all over my expensive clothes, I want your panties. Mine are soaked in vodka and grin and my luggage is not reachable. If you want to keep your job, Susan, you will do as I request.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to this odd request. “Perhaps you would like me to get you another drink.” I finally said.
“Are you not wearing panties?” She replied.
“Um…well…yes I am…but…” I was so bewildered and quite uncomfortable with her question.
“I’ll tell you what, why don’t you run along and make me another drink and think about my original request. While you are doing that, consider your employment with this airlines.” She proclaimed, defending her authority. 

As I turned to walk away, “Oh, Susan? You forgot an olive.” She advised.
When I turned back to her, I was expecting her to hand the olive to me. Instead, she pointed her finger toward her lap where the single olive sat in the crevice of her skirt. I was astonished at her boldness, yet I retrieved the olive anyway not wanting to aggravate her more. I glanced at her politely, finding a wicked grin across red painted lips, before I walked away. 
When I reached the drink and food station, the other flight attendant was preparing for taxi on the runway. “What happened?” She asked me, obviously noticing the bewildered look on my face.
“I spilled the drink on her.”
“Oh, shit! Did she freak out?” She asked.
“Not really. She’s upset, but she gave me an ultimatum to save my job, yet it’s a bit unusual.” I admitted to her, not sure if I should confide the details to her.
“Well, whatever her request is, if you want to keep your job, do it!”

I considered my co-worker’s advise as I made up another martini. Was this lady serious? Did she really want my panties or was she just screwing with me? Why would this rich and, not to mention, beautiful woman want my panties? Was it her way of stating her authority and power over me? I could not believe the predicament that I had gotten myself into. By the time I had finished making her drink, I still hadn’t come up with a decision. Possibly, I was hoping for Ms. Price to have forgotten her request or at least change her mind. When I finally approached her, she was in the middle of removing her wet blouse. Right there, in first class, she had taken off her top and was sitting there with only a black lacy bra on. Though, she seemed oblivious to the absurdity of the act, as if she were alone, in her own home. Then she draped the blanket over herself, covering her body from the chest down. There was something in her nonchalant manner that sparked a curiosity deep inside me. 

“Have you made a decision?” She questioned me when she noticed my return.
Without saying a word, I placed the drink in front of her then glanced around the cabin to check if anyone was looking. Then I slipped my hands under my uniform skirt and quickly slid my panties down my legs as she watched me. I squatted down to the floor, grabbed my panties, balled them up in my fist then held my hand out to her with my offering. Her eyes were fixed on my hand before she glanced up to my face, making no attempt to take my panties from my hand. 
“Looks like someone wants to keep her job.” She reeled.
“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” 
She simply nodded her head in response. Still not making any attempt to obtain my panties.
“Don’t you want them?” I questioned.
She smiled perversely, “Yes. I do. Lay them out neatly on the seat next to me.”
“Excuse me?”
“Lay them out on the seat next to me.” She repeated louder, mocking me.