Author's note: This ten-part story stands on its own but introduces characters from my previous story 'Transvixen'. It is not imperative to read Transvixen first but it will provide better context for those who like continuity.

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Chapter One - It's Just Not Fair!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Christopher Nyland threw the letter on the desk.

"It's just not fair!" he lamented.

The piece of paper he has tossed on the desk was a letter of rejection from Goldwing Airways to whom he had applied for job as a flight steward.

The letter joined five other letters of rejection from the other major airlines.

Chris wanted to be an airline steward more than anything else in the world. He was currently employed as a head waiter at one of London's leading restaurants 'Bocca di Lupo'. He had worked there for five years, starting in service at seventeen years old, working his way to the top.

People thought that being in service was an unskilled trade but that was not the case. Chris had understudied some of the best people in the service industry and was a master at place settings and table decor, an expert in describing every dish on the menu and which wine to pair with which dish. He knew how to greet very important people, seat them, make them comfortable, and take care of their every desire whilst remaining discreet and tactful. It was an art. He had also undertaken several external studies to improve his knowledge.

But what he really wanted was to be an airline steward.

Born in the 1953 to parents who were affluent professionals, he had flown with them countless times as he grew up. In the sixties flying was for the middle and upper classes. People dressed for the occasion and air travel was considered something special.

His parents normally flew First Class where there was usually one male head steward or Chief Purser as they were known then, the name steward being adapted from the maritime industry. Of course now they are called flight attendants or cabin crew.

Chris loved the romance of flying and he envied the elegant men dressed in three-piece suits who directed the rest of the cabin staff and only waited on the most important VIPs.

His parents joked with him that such a job was beneath him and that he should study hard and if anything, become a pilot and sit at the front of the plane not become a 'flying waiter'. Wanting to be an airline steward was for girls they joshed him.

But Chris was adamant that he wanted to be an airline steward and had taken a job in a very respectable restaurant in order to prepare himself and hopefully make himself competitive.

But there were so many obstacles. He scoured in-flight magazines and job sites looking for announcements from the airlines advertising positions for stewards. When he found them they usually read something like this:

'Ladies; if are you a good conversationalist no younger than 20 no older than 27, no shorter than five feet two and no taller than five feet nine, slender, well proportioned, no more than 10 stone and unmarried, we have an exciting job for you. A job that involves travel, glamour, and responsibility. A career to see you through to your mid thirties. Goldwing Airlines is accepting applications for flight stewardesses now. Apply in writing and attach your CV. Males may be considered for some positions.'

In the nineteen seventies only ten percent of stewards were male. And he had it on good authority they were mostly gay males. It was almost impossible to get a job as a male steward. Only five out every one hundred applicants were accepted for training as a flight steward and as ninety percent of the accepted applicants were female the odds were definitely not in his favour.

Chris decided to go down the pub and drown his sorrows with a few pints with his friends from the restaurant.

Of course he began to lament about his latest rejection and they had all heard the same story before and were a bit fazed by it.

"I'll never make it as a flight steward!" he whined after his third pint.

"Well maybe you should just dress in drag and apply as a stewardess," one of his friends joked.

And that was how this story started.

Chris tossed and turned that night. He felt bereft. He had tried his best. He had not only lodged applications to the airlines he had pestered them on the phone and written numerous letters to them espousing his virtues as a professional service provider. He had included many references and recommendations but the stock answer had been:

'Sorry sir, all our positions for male flight stewards are filled and we are only accepting applications from potential hostesses.'

He arose early. His little flat was warm, at least the heating worked well, and he padded around naked making himself tea and toast. He sat at his little desk and flicked through his collection of in-flight magazines.

There were very few pictures of male stewards and those he had clipped out were of distinguished looking men in suits, some wearing aprons, serving satisfied looking genteel types in the first class cabin. Most of the pictures of cabin staff were of long-legged, short-skirted, slim, attractive young women leaning over seated male customers serving meals or drinks.

The pictures were deliberately aimed at the male dominated passenger market.

America's National Airlines had their ad: 'I'm Cheryl - Fly Me' on posters near every airport and in every travel agency and he had read the book 'Coffee Tea or Me?'

It was so unfair that the market was so sexist. The seventies was a decade where the glass ceiling remained firmly in place and it was ironic that males were disadvantaged in this one industry.

Chris had a full-length mirror that he used to make sure that every aspect of his dress and bearing were correct before he ventured out to work. He stood naked in front of it and looked at himself.

At five feet six inches he was not a tall man. He was very slender with a tiny waist. He had not excelled at sports at school but could have been a competition ballroom dancer, he was lithe and graceful on the dancefloor, but he didn't have the height. He was shorter than some of his dance partners. His alabaster skin was smooth and unblemished, and except for a little tuft of pubic hair and a few strands under his arms, his body was hairless.

Chris had shoulder-length light-brown hair which he wore long and straight but was expertly cut. It was the fashion for men to have long hair, but his industry had no time for scruffs and he was always elegantly coiffured. The female staff at Bocca di Lupo joked that he spent more money caring for his hair than they did. He wore a simple gold sleeper in each earlobe, very avant-garde.

He jokingly tucked his scrotum and penis between his legs. He struck a coquettish pose standing on tiptoe and turned one knee inwards, he put one hand behind his neck and crooked the other arm so that his hand rested on his waist. He lifted his chin and turned his face side on. His handsome face was androgynous with well defined cheekbones and full lips.

"I'm Christopher - fly me," he said jokingly to the sparse empty flat.

"No; that's not right is it?"

"I'm Candace - fly me!"

He laughed at his own joke. Then he stopped laughing.

He struck a series of poses, adjusting the posture of his slim supple body to mimic those of the stances of the fashion models he had seen in magazines.

"Jesus!" he whispered.

"No I couldn't...could I?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Don't be stupid!" he berated himself.

But his brain was ticking over. He was twenty two and if he didn't break into the world of flight stewards soon it would be too late. He would be too old.

"Forget it!" he admonished himself and went to the bathroom to prepare for a busy day.

At Bocca di Lupo Chris found it hard to concentrate and the Maitre D' scolded him.

"Christopher! What is wrong with you today? It's like you are not here!"

During his allotted break between the lunch and dinner service he did what he usually did, he strolled past the downtown travel centre. A full sized cardboard cutout of an airline hostess in her smart sexy uniform proclaiming 'Fly me to New York' took pride of place in the window.

"Fuck! What chance have I got competing against that!" Christopher cursed under his breath.

He moved past the travel centre, today he found it depressing, and looked into the other store windows not really concentrating on what he was looking at until his attention was drawn to a mannequin on display in an Op Shop window. The mannequin was dressed in a sixties era airline hostess uniform.

It consisted of a dark blue skirt and a jacket with silver buttons. There was a silver winged badge on the left breast.

Chris stared at the uniform for what seemed like ages. It wasn't the double-breasted, three-piece suit that he wanted to wear as a male flight steward but he had to admit it looked smart.

"Don't be stupid!" he uttered to himself and went back to work.

But he couldn't help thinking of the possibility. The absolutely ridiculous possibility. The absolutely outrageous possibility that he could pass as an airline hostess. In the early hours of the morning after his shift, and after most of a bottle of scotch he made a decision.

"Fuck it! I'll apply for a stewardess position and if I get it I'll prove to them that their discriminatory policy is bollocks! That I'm just as capable as any woman at being a flight steward," he said, downing his last drink.

The next day was his rostered day off and while he was still a little intoxicated, which gave him fortitude, he went down to the Op Shop arriving as soon as it opened. He figured there would be very few, if any, customers that time of day.

The shop smelled of mothballs and was poorly lit. There were racks and racks of cheap second hand clothing on hangers divided into men's, ladies, boys and girls sections.

There was one portly but attractive middle-aged lady behind the counter folding clothes. She eyed her solitary customer suspiciously, or so Chris thought, as he made his way through the ladies section to the window where the mannequin stood in the window. He waited until there was no passing traffic outside and spun the price tag around.

"Five quid. Not bad," he mused.

He got a closer look at the uniform and he could see it was well worn but clean. No stains that he could see. All the buttons were there.

"But will it fit me?" he whispered to himself, lost in thought.

"Well why don't we find out," the shop assistant whispered back.

Chris jumped in the air he was so startled. He hadn't noticed the lady creep up on him.

"It's ok. We get your type in here all the time. Crossdressers are some of our best customers," she smiled at him.

Chris was about to profoundly claim innocence of being any sort of crossdresser; he was no such thing!

But then wasn't that exactly what he intended to do?

The lady seemed nice enough; she was smiling sweetly at him so why not take up her offer?

"Well I'm a little nervous, this is my first time," he stammered.

"Oh yes I'm sure it is," the lady replied sceptically.

"Anyway I'm Doris and I'm here to help you dear."

"I'll go and close the shop so that no one comes in and you can try it on in the fitting room. I don't get many customers this time of day anyway and none that are willing to part with five pounds," she tottered off to the entrance and closed and locked the door.

She flipped the open/closed sign to closed.

"You go over to the fitting room and strip down to your skimpies and I'll pass you the uniform ok?"

Chris was about to object. He was uncomfortable getting down to his underwear with only this lady in the store but he realised he was being stupid. How lucky was he to find a lady like this who had no objection to helping him try on ladies clothing?

The 'fitting room' was just a hardboard cubicle with a ratty curtain across it but it would do. What else did you expect to find in an Op Shop?

He took off his shoes and his flared jeans and his bodyshirt. He didn't wear a vest under his bodyshirt, nobody did; bodyshirts were designed to be worn next to the skin. He hung his clothes from the single hook provided.

The lady passed the skirt and tunic through the curtain and Chris took them from her. This was so strange it was surreal. He hung the jacket on the hook with his pants and shirt and stepped into the skirt.

It felt weird pulling it on but it was lined with some sort of silky material that felt nice and cool against his skin. He buttoned the waist and did up the zip on the side. It sat very snug, low on his hips and the hem rested just above his knees. It felt like it might be too small for him. Anyway he pulled on the jacket which was also lined with the satiny material and after figuring it out that it buttoned on the opposite side to what he was used to, he buttoned it up. It too was snug.

"Well lets see then," Doris was just outside the curtain.

"It's ok missus; I think it's too small for me," Chris blushed.

"Bollocks! I can size anyone just by looking at them and that should fit you to a tee," Doris swished the curtain open and Chris flushed a deep red.

"Well there's your problem right there," she said and stepped forward and hitched up the waistband of the skirt so that it sat on Chris's waist instead of his hips.

Doris adjusted the hem and straightened it, then rearranged the tunic. She fussed around him for few seconds tugging and pulling on the garments.

"There! How's that?" she beamed.

Chris looked in the spotted mirror at the back of the cubicle. The uniform did fit him. Perfectly.

"Ahem. The skirt's a bit short," he looked down at his lily-white legs still clad in his purple socks.

"That's how they wear them sweetie. Those hosties like showing a bit of leg," she teased.

"Put on a nice pair of sheer tights, pantyhose the Yanks call them, a nice pair of heels and you'll be a knockout," Doris grinned.

"What about a blouse?" she asked.

Chris was still mesmerised; looking at himself in the mirror.

"You'll need a blouse to go under the jacket. Hang on a bit I've got just the thing," Doris seemed to enjoy dressing Chris up.

Chris just stood there bemused and let her take charge.

She came back with a cream satin blouse and helped him out of the jacket and into the blouse which befuddled Chris with the backwards way of buttoning so he left it to Doris to button him up. She showed him how to unbutton the waist of the skirt and unzip it so he could tuck the blouse in then she zipped up the skirt again.

"Here; I'll show you a trick you can use," she beamed at him.

Doris shot her hands under the skirt, grabbed the tail and the front of the blouse and pulled them down. It happened so fast that Chris didn't have a chance to become embarrassed or say anything.

Anyway it worked. The blouse was nice and snug except for the chest area.

"When you put your falsies in your bra that'll fill it out and it'll look great," she smiled.

Now Chris really was bewildered.

"What?"

"Your false tits dear! Surely you have a pair don't you?" Doris smirked knowingly at him.

Chris decided not to answer.

"Anyway, a nice B cup will suit you. Most of your type go double Ds and try to look like Jayne Mansfield for some reason; but a nice B would suit you," Doris said.

Chris had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

"We don't sell underwear dear. Not allowed to. Try Debenhams on the High Street, they have nice stuff and they're cheap," Doris sniffed.

"I'm betting you have some lingerie already but if you need to buy some I'd say you're a size thirty four bra and size ten knickers," She quipped.

'Knickers and bras! I hadn't even thought about underwear,' Chris postulated.

"I can give you the blouse for a quid and I think that's you done," Doris was obviously ready to reopen.

Chris took one last look at himself. The clothes fitted him nicely but he still looked like a bloke in a dress.

"Shit! Shoes!" Chris looked down at his feet.

"No profanity please. What size are you luv?" she asked.

"I'm an eight in a man's," he replied.

"Let me go and look. Sit on the stool there so no one can see you though the window," Doris directed him and came back in less than a minute with three pairs of ladies shoes.

They were all black high-heels and after she took off his socks she managed to fit him into a size ten at the second attempt. Chris stood up and promptly fell flat on his arse.

Doris laughed and her whole body shook.

"Need a bit of practice dear?" she helped him up.

With her assistance Chris was able to walk down one aisle and back and by then he'd had enough.

Doris put his purchases into two large plain brown paper shopping bags.

"Five quid for the uniform, a quid for the blouse and a quid for the shoes, that's seven quid," Doris held out her hand for the money.

Doris rung up Chris's purchases on an old clunky till and then saw him to the door.

"Come again any time love. We love your sort here, you always spend big," she laughed and showed him outside.

"What the fuck am I doing?" Chris said to himself as he made his way home.

When he got home he laid out his purchases on the bed and looked at them.

"Fuck it! Nothing ventured nothing gained," he sighed.

Chris set his resolve and went back out and caught a bus across the city until he found a Debenhams that was nowhere near where he lived or worked. He did not want to be seen by anyone he knew making his next purchases.

"Right! This shouldn't be too hard. Just remember you're buying them for your girlfriend," Chris reassured himself and went straight to the lingerie section.

There were rows and rows of panties and brassieres, all different sizes, colours and fabrics. Luckily they were grouped together by make and design and he'd already decided on basic black. He didn't know anything about women's fashion but it made sense to him that black would work with the dark blue uniform.

He mooched around, luckily undisturbed by pesky shop assistants, and found a pair of full cut satin panties on a small hanger with a 10 in a coloured circle which obviously indicated the size. Above the rows of panties hung the matching bras and after a bit of fiddling around, the sizes seemed mixed up, he located a couple of size 34s and remembered Doris' advice and found a B cup.

Chris dropped them in the shopping basket he was carrying and placed a newspaper he had bought earlier over them. He didn't want anyone seeing his purchases.

The next aisle over was hosiery and if he thought the lingerie section was boggling this looked worse. But it turned out easier than it looked. He picked up a package of pantyhose and examined it and found there was a convenient size chart on the back.

Being five foot six and of slender build he needed a size small. He saw a rack of Pretty Polly tights, although he preferred the word pantyhose, tights to him were the thick woollen leggings women wore in winter. He was a leg man and loved the sight of a well turned ankle or shapely thigh clad in sheer hosiery.

He selected one pair of black and one pair of nutmeg brown ten-denier Pretty Polly tights and put them in his basket.

"Right! That was easier than I thought. Let's see how we go now," he was feeling confident.

Until he came to cosmetics section which was a series of brightly lit counters behind which were pretty young women only too willing to help.
"Fuck! Now what!" he was hoping he could just grab some makeup and throw it in his basket.

But when he saw the array of cosmetics he realised that he didn't have a clue what he needed and no idea how to use any of it.

To make matters worse one of the pretty little things was making a beeline for him.

"Can I help you?" the perfectly made up and coiffured young lady asked with a dazzling smile.

"Well I'm not sure what I want," Chris stammered.

The girl looked at him quizzically.

"I mean I'm buying cosmetics for a beginner if you know what I mean," he blushed.

"Oh you mean a young girl about to start wearing makeup? Your sister? Niece? It can't be for a daughter surely," and she flashed that smile again.

"Well yes, my niece. But she's not a kid. She's, um, seventeen but my aunt is very strict and she's only allowed to wear makeup when she turns eighteen," Chris thought his anecdote sounded stupid but he wanted real makeup, not some kids play cosmetics.

"I've got a girlfriend and her dad's a strict Catholic so I get it. You are such a wonderful and caring uncle buying her makeup for her birthday," she smiled.

"Yes I guess I am. Anyway she doesn't have anything and of course I have no idea what she needs," Chris tried to sound as stupid as he felt.

"Well come over here and look at these," she directed him to series of shelves that held cosmetic cases that appeared to be filled with everything a woman could need.

Some were as small as a box of tissues and some were as big as a tradesman's toolbox.

"Well you only turn eighteen once, so what about that one?" Chris pointed to the biggest.

"Well yes that does have everything from concealer to lipstick. It even has a selection of nailpolish. It's expensive but she won't need to buy anything else for a very long time," the girl grinned, hoping to make a sale.

"I'll take it," Chris was relieved.

"Can I pay here and have you wrap it?" he did not want to lug the huge cosmetics kit to the checkout.

The lingerie he could explain away as presents for his girlfriend but with the makeup too...that might be a hard sell.

As it turned it didn't matter. He forked over twelve quid at the cosmetics counter and the girl wrapped the big box in birthday paper. When he got to the checkout counter the girl was so overworked that she just looked at the pricetags and rung up the lingerie and pantyhose on the till and snatched his money, gave him change and was ready for the next customer.

Chris took his purchases home and laid them out on the bed next to the airline hostess uniform, the blouse and the shoes.

He stood back and looked at the pile of ladies clothing and the huge box of cosmetics and the enormity of what he was thinking of doing washed over him. He didn't know a thing about cosmetics and although he considered himself a connoisseur of women, he had certainly undressed more than a few, he had no idea how to present himself as one.

"What was I thinking?" he lamented.

Rather than try to work out how to apply the makeup, dress himself or master feminie traits, he decided he would wait until he could find a confidant to assist him. He wracked his brain but for the life of him he couldn't think of single woman he could trust to help him.

Once again he decided to sleep on it and see what fortune presented to him.

Fortune came his way in the most unexpected of circumstances.

Two days later he was going over the table assignments at Bocca di Lupo. One of his tasks was to ensure the valued VIP customers got the best tables. It didn't mean the richest people got the best tables; celebrity and power counted as much as money.

As he studied the list he came across a table for two booking for a Mr Tony Carlotta and Ms Michelle Murphy.

Chris instantly recognised the name of the infamous Mafioso and also that of Ms Michelle Murphy as her later ego, Cherri Pops.

Michelle Murphy was famous for being the rock star Cherri Pops; well for a short time she had been anyway. She used to play lead guitar in the rock band Transvixen, celebrated for having two transvestite guitarists. He had been to one of their concerts and Cherri was gorgeous. You would never have known that she was not a woman. He had also, nearly a year ago to the day, waited on Tony and Michelle during an intimate dinner two at the restaurant where he had once again been taken aback by her beauty and femininity.

He wondered if he dare ask her for help. He hardly knew her, but if anyone knew anything about crossdressing she did. He decided to try to engage her assistance and if she was insulted and complained to the owner of the restaurant so be it.

That night he made a great fuss of Tony and Michelle but made sure that although they benefited from his excellent service, he was not intrusive. His chance came when Michelle took a bathroom break. He watched as she glided across the restaurant and noticed all the men turn their heads to watch her and the other women's looks of jealousy.

Michelle wore an ankle-length red satin gown worn low on her shoulders, with long sleeves; split to her thigh which revealed shapely legs clad in sheer black stockings as she strode across the floor. The fabric of her dress clung to her curvaceous body. She wore red kitten-heels and silver jewellery and her long blonde hair was combed out straight and worn down to her waist. It glistened in the subdued lighting of the restaurant. Her makeup was dark and striking; her lipstick bright red.

Chris didn't know this but the dress had significance for Tony and Michelle; she had worn it when they had their very first dinner together Bocca di Lupo. They became lovers that night but the romance didn't last for long, however they reunited at Bocca di Lupo once a year for old times sake.

Michelle was leaving the expansive ladies room when Chris approached her. She recognised him and smiled. Chris took a deep breath and intercepted her.

"Ms Murphy, may I have a minute?" he asked.

Michelle's continued to smile but he could see that she was also a little discomfited.

"I'm sorry I won't be long," Chris apologised, almost ready to give up, but Michelle didn't try to push past him so he went on.

"I know you were once famous for being Cherri Pops in Transvixen," he started.

Michelle reached into her purse scrambling for a pen thinking that he was an autograph hunter.

"No I'm sorry it's not that. I need your help. I want to be an airline stewardess but I don't know how to be a woman," Chris blushed realising how stupid he sounded.

Michelle burst out laughing; she doubled at the waist it was so funny.

Chris blushed a deep red; he began to tremble and actually shed a tear.

Michelle saw his distress and put her hand on his arm.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't laugh at you, especially given my own history."

"Look; what you said really intrigues me but I can't chat now. No one keeps Tony Carlotta waiting," she laughed.

Chris was despondent, but there was a ray of hope.

Michelle handed him her business card.

"Call me tomorrow morning. You can buy me lunch and tell me your fascinating story," Michelle's smile could melt hearts.

It melted Christopher's and he flashed his best smile back at her and with a flourishing wave of his arm, invited her to return to her table.

Chris hardly slept that night. He was almost determined to call Michelle and call it off and with trembling fingers he dialled her number. She picked up on the third ring and Chris half expected her to fob him off. She sounded delightful on the phone but more importantly, enthusiastic.

They met at a small tea shop. Chris was there first and very nervous. Michelle arrived wearing a mauve business suit, black heels and with her blonde hair piled high. Her makeup was perfect as usual and Chris was amazed at her grace and elegance. 'She used to be a man; who would believe it?' he mused.

Chris stood and tended to her chair as she sat down, crossing her legs at the ankles. Chris had begun to study women's mannerisms.

They ordered salads and a bottle of Chianti and after the wine was poured Michelle smiled at him and studied his face inquisitively.

"Have I got something on my lips or in my teeth?" Chris blushed and wiped at his mouth.

"No I'm looking at the shape of your face, your lips and your hair. Us special girls have a saying: 'pretty boys make pretty girls' and you're a pretty boy," she grinned.

"So you have me intrigued. You know I was once Michael Murphy, but that seems so long ago now; then I became Cherri Pops to play with Transvixen although I was already crossdressing by then. And then I transformed into the full time trans woman you see before you. It's no secret; in fact there have been a few puff pieces written about me over the last couple of years."

"Tell me everything. And I mean everything," she grinned and sipped her wine.

She lit a cigarette and Chris noticed that she hadn't touched her food. No wonder she stayed so slim.

Chris told her everything.

"So let me get this straight. You intend to pass yourself off as a woman, get selected for flight service training, graduate as a stewardess and then reveal yourself to be a man?" Michelle was sceptical

"In a nutshell, yes," Chris replied.

"To what end?" Michelle asked.

"To prove to the airline industry that they should take on more men I guess but more importantly I want that job!"

"But even if you get away with it, and that's a big if, what makes you think they will hire you when they find out you deceived them?" Michelle had ordered coffee and she stirred it slowly.

Chris watched her long elegant fingers lightly grip the small spoon; her ruby red fingernails circling the cup.

"I have to admit I hadn't thought that far ahead. The more I think about it the more I think the idea is crazy," Chris sighed.

"Not necessarily Chris," Michelle grinned mischievously.

"What if you threatened to go public. Imagine the headline: 'Man graduates as stewardess - airline dumbfounded!'" Michelle grinned.

"I love it! You're unlikely to succeed, there are so many obstacles that you probably haven't even thought of. But I love the premise of it."

"You realise that if you get accepted into their training program you will have to live full time as a woman to carry this off?"

"Well that's another thing I hadn't factored in. This is so complicated," Chris smiled wanly.

"Look. I love helping the underdog so I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you a crash course in crossdressing. It's actually not that hard if you have the right clay to mould and I think I can do something with you."

"But that's all I can do. I'm a busy woman but I'll help you get started and then it's up to you. If you are convinced you can pull this off after I transform you for the first time, then go at it with my blessing. I'll want you to keep in touch and tell me how it goes," Michelle grinned.

"When do we begin," Chris smiled enthusiastically.

"No time like the present. I'll be finished around seven tonight so have a nice long bath and shave any body hair you may have but you don't seem to have much. In fact, without bring rude, the few times I've seen you I've taken you for gay," Michelle touched his hand.

"Yeah I get that a lot," Chris smiled back at her.

"Tonight then. Your place at seven thirty. Write your address and phone number on this napkin," Michelle handed him her napkin.

It was untouched except for a scintilla of her lipstick where she had dabbed it to her lips.

Chris was nervous to say the least that evening. He took a bath and soaked himself and shaved the few stray hairs on his body, legs and underarms and then thought 'what the hell' and shaved away his meagre patch of pubic hair. He carefully shaved his face and then slipped into a bathrobe, the heating was cranked up and his little flat was nice and warm.

He sat with a tumbler of scotch and waited nervously.

Michelle arrived twenty minutes late and she breezed past him in a miasma of perfume when he opened the front door.

"It's colder than a witch's tit out there," she said making her way directly to his little bar and poured herself a scotch.

"Do you mind?" she raised the glass and an eyebrow to him.

Chris admired her confidence. She took off her coat and he took it from her and folded it over the back of an armchair.

Michelle was still wearing the same mauve business suit and black heels that she had worn to lunch. She had obviously come straight from work. She sipped her drink and pulled at the pins holding up her hair and it tousled down around her shoulders. Her makeup was still perfect. Chris once again contemplated just how much he didn't know about being a woman.

"Right. Lets get started. What have you got for me to work with," Michelle was all business.

He led her into the bedroom where his purchases were laid out.

"Mmm, just the one outfit; and how cute. It looks like a hostie's uniform," Michelle smiled.

"And the world's most biggest fuck off cosmetics case I've ever seen!"

Chris blushed.

"I didn't know what I needed so I bought that," he explained.

"Well you certainly have everything covered in the makeup department," she said mooching though the array of cosmetics in their little drawers.

"Sit down in front of the bureau. I'm glad to see it has a nice big mirror and turn on those lamps so we have good light."

Chris had a little manicure set on the bureau and Michelle unzipped it and took out the tweezers.

"You have eyebrows to die for. They only need a little shaping," Michelle lifted the tweezers and went to work.

Chris winced at first but Michelle gave him a look that could only be interpreted as 'stop being a cry baby', so he stopped and paid attention to what she was doing.

"Ok we've shaped your brows. All you need to do now is to keep them like that; it'll take a couple a minutes once a week at the most.

"Right! Down to business. Pay complete attention!"

She cleared a space in front of him and began to lay out the cosmetics she intended to use and explained what each would be used for. Chris was quite fascinated and he found the little tubes, bottles and pencils intriguing.

"Ok watch me carefully and I'll explain as I go," Michelle commenced makeup instruction.

"This is concealer, we will use this sparingly to cover any blotches, spots or nicks; although I know a lot of girls who would love to have your skin," she held his chin up under the light.

She painstakingly applied cosmetics to Chris's face until he looked perfect and then had him remove the makeup, then had him do it again and again until he made a fair job of it.

"This liquid soap we are using to remove your makeup will be hard on your skin. Go out tomorrow and buy some proper makeup wipes and face cream. In fact let's make a list of all the things you will need as we progress," Michelle said.

Chris opened a drawer and took out pen and paper and began to write.

"You will need to get your hair properly styled. I'll cut you a fringe tonight but I think you should take a few inches off and have it cut into a bob. It will suit your face and lots of guys are wearing it like that now anyway."

She parted his hair down the middle and gave him a fringe which she painstakingly cut straight. She snipped away at the sides and back to even it out but didn't take much off.

"That'll do for now. What do you think?" Michelle turned Chris to face the mirror.

He didn't recognise himself. What he saw was a beautiful young woman with smoky eye makeup, long black lashes, perfect skin, rouged cheeks and red lipstick. Her face was framed by silky straight brunette hair cut with a fringe.

"Wow! I honestly can't believe that's me," Chris exclaimed, the timbre of his voice rising as he spoke.

"That's it! That voice right there! Your voice is more soprano than tenor anyway but that pitch is perfect. It's very femme with a hint of smokiness; very sensual," Michelle explained to him.

"I'm going to leave you some walking and posture exercises and while you are doing them I want you practicing your femme voice. Just read aloud from a book or magazine but practice, practice, practice until it comes to you naturally."

"I can't even remember what Mike Murphy sounds like anymore. This is my natural voice now." Michelle explained.

Chris couldn't take his gaze away from the mirror. He was fascinated by his own reflection.

Michelle leaned in and he found her closeness uncomfortably stimulating. Michelle sensed it and smiled. She rummaged in her purse and produced a little perfume bottle which she spayed liberally on the nape of his neck. She put little silver drop earrings in his ears and a matching necklace around his neck.

"My gift to you. Keep the perfume too," she murmured; her lips brushing his ear.

Chris shivered and she smiled.

"I can't accept," Chris swallowed.

"Nonsense, a present from one girl to another," this time she lightly kissed his ear and Chris shivered again.

"Ok Candi Pops, here comes the best bit. Getting dressed," she grinned into the mirror.

"Candi Pops?" Chris said, bemused.

"Well I used to be Cherri Pops and my erstwhile girlfriend is Panty Pops, so you can be Candi Pops until you decide on a femme name," a smile lit her face.

Chris; now Candi, smiled back at her.

"It really helps to have a female name. It works on your mind and makes you think like a woman rather than a man," Michelle said.

Chris got the point. He found that thinking of himself as 'Candi' changed his frame of mind, especially when he looked in the mirror. There was no way the gorgeous creature looking back at him could be a Christopher.

Candi spun around on her chair and watched Michelle open a package of pantyhose. She had selected the nutmeg brown ten-denier Pretty Polly 'tights'.

"You have to be careful with sheer pantyhose that you don't ladder or hole them. Some girls wear hosiery gloves but so long as you keep your fingernails and toenail manicured and treat the nylons carefully you will be ok," Michelle explained.

"Here. Roll up each leg and pull them on one leg at a time. When you have them up to your knees carefully ease them up the rest of the way and smooth them out and pull the gusset firm around your waist. You don't have a gaff but you will learn about that later. Tuck your penis and scrotum between your legs and the gusset will hold them in place for now so you don't have an unsightly bulge."

Candi blushed again when Michelle spoke about his genitals but she complied. She was amazed at how sensuous the nylons felt against her freshly shaved legs. When she had the pantyhose smoothed out and her 'bits' tucked away she looked down and appraised her legs.

"Wow! I can see now why women wear these things! My legs look amazing and the feeling...I can't describe it!" Candi gushed.

"After a while it does tend to become a little mundane; but I still find it exciting slipping into sheer hosiery and I remember the very first time I tried on a pair of pantyhose and I envy how you feel right now," Michelle sipped at her scotch.

She handed Candi the black full cut satin panties and Candi slipped into them. Michelle watched the expression of delight on Candi's face as the satin caressed her nyloned thighs and buttocks.

"Oh my!" Candi sighed.

"Alright lets have a look," Michelle fussed around Candi, smoothing out any fine wrinkles in her hose and pulling her panties nice and tight.

Candi found herself becoming a little aroused and Michelle teased her by running a finger along Candi's crotch.

"You better not let that happen when you go in for your interview," she teased, gently squeezing Candi's tumescent penis.

"But seriously; if what you say is right and they only select five out every hundred applicants you better make sure your nylons are perfect. One snag, wrinkle or ladder could make the difference," Michelle said.

"Ok. Decision time. I see you have wisely selected a B cup bra. You do have little up top but not much. You can either purchase some breastforms or go with the 'Twiggy' flat-chested look. It's up to you but before I got my breast augmentation I just went with what I had."

"Breastforms?" Candi looked puzzled.

"Plastic tits babe," Michelle grinned.

"Oh! Well most of the stewardesses I have seen have tended not to be big breasted; in fact I don't think the airlines like big-titted women. All the ads I've seen have been for 'well-proportioned' women," Candi ruminated.

"Look honey; you have a svelte figure and killer legs that will look even better when we get you in heels so lets play to your advantages and forget about breastforms for now. If you look too flat-chested we can revisit that later," Michelle agreed.

Candi struggled a little putting on the brassiere, but with Michelle's help they adjusted the straps and got it to fit snugly. The cups were in fact padded a little and it didn't look bad at all. When they put on the cream satin blouse and tucked it into the skirt, it fitted perfectly.

"Who taught you to do that?" Michelle smiled as she watched Candi put her hand up her skirt and pull the blouse taut.

"That lady in the Op Shop," Candi smiled back.

"Well where would be without Op Shop ladies when we first started out crossdressing?" Michelle grinned.

"Ok. This will be the most difficult part for you; walking in high heels. You tell me you were once a very good dancer so hopefully it wont take us long to have you proficient. Just remember that when wearing high heels you need to put your toes down first then your heels. You will soon get the hang of it and as I said; I'm going to leave you with a practice regime."

Despite her poor performance at the Op Shop, once Michelle gave Candi some instruction she was soon strutting around the lounge in her high heels. She stumbled one or twice early on but after about twenty minutes Candi had the basics.

Candi was surprised at how comfortable and relaxed she was wearing ladies clothes and makeup and she also had to admit she was a little aroused. When Michelle was helping Candi get her balance early on; she was very close and occasionally put her arm around her for support and the close proximity of another gorgeous woman only served to heighten Candi's excitement.

Michelle sensed Candi's arousal in her presence and once Candi had the hang of standing on her own in her heels Michelle retired to an armchair after pouring herself another drink. She used Candi's phone to make a couple of phone calls and Candi politely moved to the other side of the room to give Michelle privacy.

I just called my hairdresser and made you an appointment for you tomorrow at three PM is that ok?"

Candi nodded and she wrote down the hairdresser's name and address.

"How can you be sure they will take me at three?" she asked.

"Hey! I'm Cherri Pops, famous ex rock and roll star. They'll do anything for me and I've made the booking in your name and explained the situation." she chuckled

"Also I've called my friend Stephanie Parker at Debenhams. Show up there as early as you can but well before your hairdresser's appointment. Stephanie will sort you out with some other clothes and accessories; you can't go out dressed like a nineteen sixties hostie. Take some makeup and you can transform there before you get your hair styled."

"You mean I'm going from Debenhams to the hairdresser dressed as a woman?" Candi was more than a little perturbed.

"Well you better get used to it and you might as well start as soon as you can. Ok. Let's put that jacket and on you have you pose in front of the full-length mirror for a while and we can call it quits," Michelle declared.

Candi was a little disappointed that dress-ups were about to be over. She was amazed at how much she liked seeing herself dressed this way and delighted at how wonderful the lingerie and clothing felt. Actually becoming 'Candi' in her consciousness made her behave like a woman instinctively, or so she thought anyway.

Candi stood in front of the full-length mirror and appraised herself. She looked stunning. Her makeup was flawless and alluring, her hair framed her pretty face perfectly and the cut of the uniform enhanced her feminine figure. She had a small waist, well defined hips and just enough decolletage. Her legs were absolutely stunning. Encased in the sheer tan hose they were long, well defined and shapely. Michelle was right that wearing high heels would help shape her legs and they also lifted her pert bottom.

Michelle came and stood beside Candi and they looked at each other in the mirror.

"Two very gorgeous birds, wouldn't you say," Michelle whispered.

Candi became overwhelmed with emotion and a single tear ran down her cheek.

"I don't know how to thank you Michelle," she sighed.

"Their, their," Michelle hugged Candi and patted her back.

Candi rested her head Michelle's shoulders and lightly sobbed. Michelle pulled her closer.

Candi inhaled Michelle's perfume and then nuzzled her neck. Michelle sighed.

Then Michelle felt Candi's light kisses on her neck and gently lifted Candi's face away from her and looked in her pretty eyes.

"Ok babe. I was glad to help but now I..." Michelle's words were stifled when Candi pressed her lips against Michelle's.

Michelle tried to delicately ease Candi out of their embrace but Candi resisted and hugged Michelle harder.

Candi's tongue slid into Michelle's mouth and Michelle couldn't help but respond. The gorgeous woman she had created was tantalising her, tempting her.

Their satin blouses slid together, Michelle's bosom pressing against Candi's meagre breasts. Their bodies were so close that they were moulded together and the intensity of their kisses grew.

Michelle used all her strength to force Candi away from her held her at arm's length.

"Are you sure you want this? This is so new to you. I really think..." once again Candi fell on Michelle and pressed her tongue into Michelle's mouth.

Their thighs pushed together and they ground against each other.

Michelle surrendered.

The two stunning T Girls kissed and caressed one and other. Michelle skimmed her fingers along Candi's thigh and she gasped. Candi's first experience of having her limbs caressed whilst dressed enfemme was delightful; she tasted lipstick and inhaled perfume. This experience was so sensual and arousing; soft and delicate.

Michelle's hand slid further up Candi's thigh and she slowly dragged her fingertips across the front of Candi's panties and then searched for her penis which she found erect and leaking precum.

Candi had her hand under Michelle's skirt too and stroked her buttocks; the firm globes encased in slinky nylon panties.

Their kisses became more passionate and they gasped and huffed into each others mouths as their tongues explored each other's mouths.

Michelle could sense that Candi was a little perplexed as to how to proceed so she decided she would give Candi a treat. She dropped to her knees and lifted Candi's skirt and began to kiss the front of Candi's panties.

Candi squealed with lust and she placed her hands on Michelle's head, pressing it gently to her groin. Michelle was an experienced lover of trans women and knew how to excite Candi to full passion. She licked Candi's panties and explored between her legs with her tongue finding Candi's erect penis nestled in her groin; held in place by the gusset of her pantyhose and knickers.

Michelle teased Candi until she was close to screaming with desire and then she tore open the gusset of Candi's pantyhose with her teeth and used her fingers to free Candi's tumescent penis.

"Oh no...I'm coming!" the excitement and sensuality was too much for Candi.

Michelle just managed to guide Candi's engorged penis into her mouth as she ejaculated.

Michelle sucked and slavered at Candi's throbbing member; draining every scintilla of her sperm. Candi buckled at the knees and had to place her hands on to Michelle's shoulders to prevent herself from collapsing.

As Candi's orgasm subsided Michelle licked and kissed her erection until it began to deflate and then she tucked it away back inside Candi's panties. She pulled down Candi's skirt and arose.

They kissed again and Candi could taste her own secretions on Michelle's breath.

Candi began to awkwardly get to her knees. She was very unsure about performing fellatio but she expected that she should reciprocate. Michelle pulled Candi back to her feet.

"No. You don't have to do that," she kissed Candi gently on the lips.

"I want to," Candi replied but Michelle saw the doubt in her eyes.

"You don't want to; you think you have to. I enjoyed giving you pleasure; it doesn't always have to be recompensed. My pleasure was giving you pleasure," she grinned.

Now that she had orgasmed Candi felt a little awkward. Michelle sensed it and disengaged.

"Take off your skirt babe; if you get any semen on it and it dries you will never get it out. It's warm in here so you can sit in your knickers and blouse and we can talk. I still have things that you need to know."

Michelle poured them both a drink and lit them both a cigarette while Candi slipped off her heels, took off her jacket, unzipped her skirt and smoothed them carefully before laying them down on a chair.

Michelle sat in one corner of the lounge giving Candi space in case she felt embarrassed or uncomfortable. She was delighted when Candi sat next to her and snuggled up to her. Michelle handed Candi her drink and cigarette and they chatted long into the evening. They occasionally kissed and continually stroked and caressed each other.

Michelle left in the early hours after a long kiss goodnight.

"I'm not sure if I can do this again. I will help you any way I can but the last thing I need right now is a complicated relationship and the temptation is there believe me," Michelle said as she put on her coat.

Candi felt flattered that such a beautiful creature as Michelle should say such a thing and went to bed contented. She slipped off her blouse and slid under the sheets still dressed in her pantyhose, bra and knickers. They felt so nice that she didn't want to take them off. She didn't even remove her makeup.

She awoke late the next day with the sun streaming in through the window. For a few seconds she thought she had dreamt the whole thing. She noticed her pillow was stained with lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow and she smiled. She could still taste Michelle's sweet mouth on hers.

She rolled over and tried to catch more sleep but her mind was racing. She had so much to do!

To be continued...

Candi awoke late the next day with the sun streaming in through the window. For a few seconds she thought she had dreamt the whole thing. Then she noticed her pillow was stained with lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow and she smiled. She could still taste Michelle’s sweet mouth on hers.

She rolled over and tried to catch more sleep but her mind was racing. She had so much to do!

First thing was to strip off the lingerie and remove the makeup. After showering Chris felt all vestiges of Candi were gone and he was a little disappointed but pragmatic; there was so much to do and he couldn’t do them dressed in a nineteen sixties airline hostess uniform.

He checked out the list Michelle had helped him make the night before. The first thing he needed was more female attire. Clothing he could wear out and about. Not Op Shop stuff but a few good quality items which Michelle had written on a list for him.

Michelle had advised him to go to the Debenhams on the High Street in Chelmsford and to ask for the supervisor of the ladies department, Stephanie Parker. Michelle had also told him to take some makeup so he could transform while there and venture out for the first time. Debenhams was only three streets over from the hairdresser where Michelle had made an appointment for ‘a Ms Candace Pops’ and it would be Candi’s first outing. Chris was nervous but knew that if he wanted to pass convincingly enough to get the stewardess job it was a task he would need to master.

He felt very self conscious when he entered Debenhams but he found the plump but attractive supervisor of ladies apparel section at her station. Chris introduced himself and was rewarded with a beaming smile.

“I’m Stephanie pleased to meet you. Michelle Murphy called me last night and told me you would be coming to see me today,” she gave him a genuine smile.

“I know that you’re new to this but don’t be afraid; I was the one who helped Michelle pick out her first everyday ladies clothing back when she was still Cherri Pops and just starting out. I have reserved a private fitting room just for you so that we can be discreet. The room has floor to ceiling walls for complete privacy, a full-length mirror and a nice table and padded bench for your comfort. Come on over and I’ll get my tape measure and we can get started.”

“Oh my god; thank you so much,” Chris blushed.

Chris stood in the fitting room and stripped down to his underpants while Stephanie measured him and had him put a foot into a Brannock foot size measuring device so she could accurately assess his shoe size. Then she bought him a coffee and had him sit on the little bench.

Chris handed Stephanie the list that Michelle had helped him write.

“This is what I need,” Candi said.

“Michelle told me that you intended to transform while you’re here so you can leave as a lady. Why don’t you do your makeup now and I’ll be back shortly with some lingerie, then we can sort out clothes, shoes and accessories for you.”

As soon as Chris started applying makeup his mind tripped over and he became Candi. He was quite amazed how suddenly the divergence occurred. It was a little awkward putting on makeup in the full-length fitting room mirror but she did a half decent job.

There was a soft rap at the door and Candi opened it to find Stephanie outside with a shopping basket full of lingerie and other accessories. Candi let her in.

“Wow you look gorgeous; Michelle taught you well…Candi isn’t it?” Stephanie asked.

Candi nodded modestly.

“I’ve got some nice knickers and brassieres for you. One pair each of black, white, and red; all satin with lace trims. I also have some pantyhose in black, grey, and flesh tones. Let’s get you into a pair of those first so we can tuck this fellow between your legs out of the way,” Stephanie playfully tugged at Candi’s flaccid penis through her briefs.

Candi shucked off her man’s briefs and sat on the little bench and allowed Stephanie to help her put on a pair sheer grey pantyhose. Candi again marvelled at how delightfully sensuous the sheer hose felt on her legs and buttocks. Stephanie even helped her tuck her penis between her legs pulling the gusset of the hose taut to keep it tucked away. The gentle caress of Stephanie’s cool fingertips on her nylon-clad member caused it to become slightly turgid and Candi blushed.

“Step into these,” Stephanie knelt down and held open a pair of black satin full-cut panties.

Candi shivered as they glided up her legs and Stephanie pulled them snug around her buttocks and groin. Stephanie smoothed the wrinkles out of Candi’s pantyhose and panties so the fabric was tight and sleek. Candi’s penis was now quite ductile and she was glad it was tucked away between her legs. She figured that once she got used to wearing such alluring and sensual underwear that she would stop reacting like this every time she dressed enfemme. Michelle had told her that the thrill of stepping into such delightful apparel never really went away but it did diminish over time with perpetual daily exposure.

“Mmm that’s working well; no tell-tale bulge, the front of your panties are quite smooth,” Stephanie lightly ran her fingers across the front panel of Candi’s panties and Candi suppressed a groan.

Stephanie stood behind Candi. Very close behind her. Stephanie was dressed in a navy blue skirt, white satin blouse, black high heels, and taupe stockings. Her makeup was quite heavy and Candi could smell her perfume. She was very attractive for a larger mature lady and her close proximity and constant touching was making Candi nervous and horny.

“Arms out and I’ll do up the clips on your bra,” Stephanie whispered.

She was so close that Candi could feel her breath in her ear.

Stephanie clipped the bra strap behind Candi’s back and untangled the shoulder straps. Her fingers found the cups of Candi’s brassiere and slipped inside.

“Mmm. Small but firm,” Stephanie pressed herself against Candi’s back, her fingers flicking Candi’s nipples.

“What are you doing! Oh my…” at first Candi was alarmed but when Stephanie began to nuzzle her neck, her fear turned to lust.

Stephanie kissed Candi on the side of her face and Candi turned her head and locked lips. Candi and Stephanie were both enamoured by the taste of their lipstick and the feel of their soft lips. Stephanie slipped her tongue into Candi’s mouth, probing and exploring. Candi pushed her panty-clad buttocks into Stephanie’s groin and wriggled her bottom whilst Stephanie caressed Candi’s nipples.

Candi spun around. Dressed only in hosiery, panties and bra she felt a little vulnerable but ever so sexually aroused and she passionately kissed Stephanie pulling her close.

The two beautiful ladies kissed and caressed in the fitting room, oblivious to the outside world.

Stephanie's fingers slid down to Candi’s thighs and stroked them gently. Candi relished the feel of her silken-clad thighs being caressed, little sparks of pleasure emanated from her thigh to her groin and her semi-tumescent penis began to fully harden. It was actually quite painful squished between her legs as it became erect.

Stephanie sensed Candi's discomfort and she smiled.

“Let me help you with that darling,” she reached inside Candi’s pantyhose and freed Candi’s rigid member from between her legs.

Candi's hard cock sprang forward, still encased in the gauzy nylon and satin of hose and knicker. Stephanie gripped it and squeezed.

“Ohh!” Candi moaned.

Stephanie began to slowly stroke the gossamer clad member as she kissed Candi. She was becoming wet herself and she sighed when she felt Candi’s hand slide under her skirt. She was wearing stockings and Candi’s fingers stroked the slippery welts and then explored the soft creamy skin above her stocking tops.

Stephanie opened her legs encouraging Candi to explore further and she did. Candi’s fingers found the crotch of Stephanie’s nylon panties already sodden with her juices. Candi’s slid a finger into the silky material and felt Stephanie's labia lips part and found her hooded clitoris erect. She softly rubbed the gauzy nylon on Stephanie’s clit and Stephanie’s knees began to buckle with pleasure.

“Oh yes sweetheart that feels so wonderful,” Stephanie gasped.

“You too darling,” Candi whimpered as Stephanie massaged her throbbing cock through her panties and hose.

Stephanie released Candi's cock briefly and rolled down Candi’s pantyhose gusset and pulled down her panties, exposing Candi’s erect member which she gripped and squeezed; feeling the hard sleek flesh throb in her hand.

Candi pulled down Stephanie's panties and pushed her against the wall of the cubicle. They kissed and caressed until they were both close to climax. Candi lifted Stephanie’s skirt and Stephanie lifted herself on her tiptoes and lowered her sopping cunt onto Candi’s hard cock.

Candi placed her hands under Stephanie’s buttocks and Stephanie raised her feet off the floor and wrapped her stocking-clad legs around Candi’s thighs. Candi supported Stephanie’s weight by cupping her buttocks and pushing her back against the fitting room wall as she began to fuck the gorgeous shop assistant.

Stephanie felt Candi’s rigid, throbbing, cock deep inside her and Candi’s pelvis pressed against her clitoris; her whole sex was tingling with intense pleasure. Her cunt was sodden. She contracted her vaginal muscles and gripped Candi’s cock in her velvet tunnel.

Candi felt Stephanie’s vagina pulse and throb and grip the sensitive glans and shaft of her rock-hard penis and the sensation sent her into a pyrexia of pleasure and she ejaculated deep inside Stephanie who was in the throes of her own climax.

The two pretty women ground against each other, their nylons rasping as their thighs scoured together. They slavered at each other, their tongues intertwined; Candi squeezed Stephanie’s buttocks, cruelly digging her fingernails into the soft globes but this only served to stimulate Stephanie further and she bit Candi’s shoulder to smother a scream.

As their passion peaked, Candi emptied the last of her seed inside Stephanie in series of deep hard thrusts while Stephanie chafed her sensitive clitoris and labia against Candi’s shaft and groin.

Their desire abating, Stephanie lowered her feet to the floor and stood; they leaned into each other, tenderly kissing and caressing. After a few minutes Candi broke the kiss.

“Wow! I wasn’t expecting that,” she smiled broadly.

“And neither was I. It just came out of nowhere when I started to adjust your lingerie and you started to become aroused and then I couldn’t stop myself,” Stephanie smiled back sheepishly.

“Although…I don’t think you were complaining,” she grinned at Candi.

“Oh god no! It was wonderful. And so kinky being in the middle of the store. Do you think anyone heard us?” Candi looked a little concerned.

“Babe. I’ll admit to shagging in these VIP fitting rooms one or two times in the past and no one has ever said anything. But I better get out there and bring you some clothes to try on to justify the time we have spent here,” Stephanie said.

“And I do need those clothes,” Candi laughed.

There was a conveniently placed box of tissues on the small table next to an ashtray and small vase of flowers. The girls disengaged and used handfuls of tissues to clean up, Candi pushing her deflating penis back between her legs and pulling up her pantyhose and panties and Stephanie pulled up her knickers and smoothed out her skirt.

Stephanie made numerous trips to the fitting room bringing in outfits, shoes and accessories for Candi to try. Candi eventually settled on a couple of skirt and blouse combinations and a navy-blue business suit similar to the one Michelle had worn last night. She selected three pairs of high heels, black, red and white and a knee-length camel coat.

Candi left the fitting room wearing a black pencil skirt, cerise satin blouse, the same black panties, bra and the grey pantyhose that Stephanie had helped her change into, and a pair of black patent leather high heels. She was proficient enough to walk around the store without falling but every now and then she would need to check her gait to ensure she was walking like a woman rather than a man.

Candi had Stephanie accompany her and she was nervous but excited to be walking around dressed as a woman. She had come so far in such a short period of time, helped by the fact that she had a trim figure, small stature, androgynous features, killer legs, a falsetto voice and once been an accomplished dancer. She carried it off almost perfectly.

“You look wonderful sweetie. Very convincing,” Stephanie whispered in her ear.

After buying more lingerie and a satin negligee they browsed the various displays and Candi purchased a couple of silk scarves, a handbag, two purses, some costume jewellery, two watches and a clothes and hairbrush set. Candi put some plain gold earrings in her ears, a matching necklace around her neck and bangles on her wrist and checked out the results in the mirror at the jewellery counter.

“You accessorise wonderfully,” Stephanie whispered in her ear and surreptitiously nipped Candi’s earlobe.

“Stop that…I’ll miss my hairdresser,” Candi playfully slapped Stephanie on the bum.

Stephanie packaged up all of Candi’s purchases.

“This is going to come to quite a bomb darling; can you afford all this?” Stephanie looked a little concerned.

“I have a budget babe and so far so good. Can I have it all delivered? I’ll pay the delivery fee because I really have to get to my hairdresser,” Candi said.

“‘I really have to get to my hairdresser,’ listen to the pampered doll,” Stephanie joked.

“Sure honey, I’ll have them delivered at six o’clock ok?” Stephanie patted Candi’s hand reassuredly.

“Thanks babe. I think I’ve got the confidence now to walk over there,” Candi replied.

“You’ll be fine Candi,” Stephanie smiled.

And walk over Candi did, feeling confident and sassy. She quite enjoyed sitting in the hairdresser’s chair and being attended to.

“Michelle Murphy made the booking for you hun. You know she used to be Cherri Pops in Transvixen right?” the hairdresser had big blonde hair, over the top makeup, her skirt was so short it barely covered her arse and her heels had to be four or five inches high.

A real caricature of the dumb blonde hairdresser; right down to the chewing gum.

“Yeah I know Cherri Pops intimately,” Candi giggled at her own joke.

“Here you go hun. Tada!” Mandy the hairdresser spun Candi around in her swivel chair to face the mirror.

“Whadaya think?” she clacked her gum.

Candi looked good before… but now she looked absolutely gorgeous. Her brunette hair had been cut into a delightful bob with lighter streaks. The fringe rested on her brows and accented her dark eyes.

“Great hey hun?”

Candi nodded and patted at her hair.

“You look dazzling! That figure…those legs…those clothes…and now you got the hair. I know you are ‘special’ but if Cherri hadn’t told me, I would never have guessed,” Mandy beamed.

“Thanks babe,” Candi was still fussing with her new hair style.

“Cept for those nails babe. What about a manicure? Only two quid and you get false nails, a nice polish, the whole shebang,” Mandy’s smile broadened when she saw Candi’s look of consideration turn to one of assent.

Candi had one more stop. She ducked into a camera shop and paid a small fortune for a Polaroid SX-70 camera with remote shutter release

Candi walked home dressed in her black pencil skirt, cerise satin blouse, grey hosiery, black heels and her camel coat. She strutted down the street, self-assured and confident in her looks. Heads turned when they heard her heels click-clacking on the pavement to ogle her pretty face, trim figure and killer legs. She walked past a construction site and the workmen wolf-whistled and shouted complimentary obscenities.

When she got home she contemplated what a wonderful day she had had. Candi was amazed at how well she had passed as a woman. She had come so far so soon. But it had cost her plenty. She did the mental math and then worked out how much she would need to live on until she finished her stewardess training and started getting a decent wage. She might just have enough now that most of the expensive items had been bought up front.

The job at Bocca di Lupo would have to go; she would need to live full time enfemme to carry this off. She could go back to being Christopher Nyland, evening concierge at the restaurant, for the couple of days that it would take for the airlines to process her initial application but the reality was Candi just loved being Candi.

Besides which the fringe benefits were fantastic; a blowjob from Cherri Pops aka Michelle Murphy and a wonderful fuck from Stephanie Parker.

She impatiently sat waiting for her purchases from Debenhams and when they arrived she ‘played dressups’ by herself and took numerous pictures of herself with the Polaroid Land camera. She laid out the photographs and selected the best five.

Candi sat at her dresser that night dressed in her negligee, panties and bra. She’d left on her heels as she’d been instructed so she could practice walking in them but she was already a natural. She’d done her voice exercises too and the falsetto was becoming natural to her.

She was tempted to call Michelle Murphy and tell her about her day but she thought, rightly so, that it would be too pushy.

Instead she sat at her writing table sipping red wine and smoking while she wrote a letter of resignation to Bocca di Lupo effective immediately stating family difficulties and the need to travel overseas immediately.

Candi's parents had moved to India a few years ago, there were no siblings and her friends were really just work acquaintances. It was quite easy for Christopher Nyland to disappear and for Candi Pops to appear. She didn’t understand why Michelle had said there would be ‘difficulties that would seem insurmountable’.

Christopher had remade himself into Candi Pops in just a couple of days, had quickly become convincing with Michelle’s help, had been out and about and had never been clocked except for the two women who already knew she was trans.

“You’ve come a long way baby,” Candi sang to herself and drained her wine.

She poured another glass wine and began putting completed applications for airline steward positions, freshly typed CVs, and a single Polaroid picture into each of the envelopes addressed to the big five airlines.

The applications were easy enough to complete; they were mostly ‘pick and tick’ questions followed by the usual age, weight, height and build and summary of why you wanted to be an airline steward. The direction was to attach a CV stating experience and training that would make you competitive for selection, and to attach a recent full-body photograph.

She had dithered when it came to writing her name on the documents. There was no way any airline was going to take seriously an application from a girl named ‘Candi Pops’.

Candace Pops!

That’s it! That would be her name.

She posted the envelopes the next day and spent the rest of the week refining her look, practicing walking, posture, gestures and voice. Perfecting her feminine psyche and feminine physique until it all became intrinsic. She ventured out every day so that being out and about enfemme was no longer daunting.

Candi opened her front door five days after posting her applications and found a single letter that had fluttered through her front door mail slot. Her heart started beating faster as she instantly recognised the insignia of Goldwing Airlines.

She nervously tore the letter open before she had even closed the door.

‘Ms Candace Pops,

Congratulations…’

Candi read no further. The whooped and cheered and kicked the door closed behind her and raced into the kitchen with the letter grasped tightly in her fist. She flung open her little refrigerator and took out a bottle of Champagne that she had been keeping for years for just this occasion. She poured a glass and gulped it down and then poured another.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she clapped her hands together.

Candi was about to pick up the phone to call Michelle and tell her about her successful application when she decided that she had better read the letter in full.

‘Ms Candace Pops,

Congratulations, you have been selected to audition for one of the few positions we are offering to prospective Flight Attendants. Present yourself dressed appropriately with your references and passport to the Goldwing Airlines Head Office 22 Kendall St London at 0900 on Thursday 22nd May.

Final selections for the vacant positions will be made on the day. Your poise, charm, decorum, ability as a conversationalist, and friendliness will all be assessed against our demanding criteria.

Megan DeVille
Senior Flight Attendant’

And now she knew why Michelle had said there would be ‘difficulties that would seem insurmountable’.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Candi cried.

“Where the fuck am I going to get References and a passport in the name of Candace Pops?”

Candi put her head in her hands and thought long and hard.

“Well. There is only likely to be one person who can help me,” she said to herself.

Candi reached for the phone and punched in the number for Michelle Murphy.

To be continued.

“How the fuck I am going to get my passport and references changed from Christopher Nyland to Candace Pops?” Candi sobbed into the phone.

Michelle sat up in bed patiently listening to Candi whine on the other end of the line. Her lover was getting impatient and was rubbing his erect penis against her silk stocking-clad leg. She covered the mouthpiece.

“If you ladder these sheers; you’re buying me two new pairs and they’re fucking expensive,” she hissed.

“Well put down the phone and give me an alternative place to put this,” her handsome paramour joked, pointing to his eight inches of manhood.

“How the fuck should I know Candi? I’m kinda busy right now! I told you there would be stumbling blocks that we hadn’t thought of. There always are. I’ll call you tomorrow,” Michelle replaced the receiver back on her bedside table.

To do so she had to roll onto her side and as she did she felt her lover’s hard cock nestle in her buttocks.

“Well I guess you finally found somewhere to put that thing,” she giggled and pushed back against him.

All Candi could do was to sleep on it. She had seven days to come up with a solution to her document problem. The more she thought about it, the more ludicrous her ideas became.

Michelle called her the next afternoon with an option but it was dangerous and expensive.

“Ok Candi. First off you have to stop calling me at all hours babe, my life doesn’t revolve around your quest to become a tranny airline hostie,” Michelle sounded angry.

Candi was taken aback at Michelle’s hostility.

“I thought that we were sort of in this together,” Candi said in a conciliatory tone.

“I said I want you to keep in touch and tell me how it goes; not come to me with your every problem babe. Anyway look; I’m sorry if I was angry at you but I do have a possible solution to your document dilemma,” Michelle replied.

“But before you get all excited, I want you to know that it is both dangerous and illegal.”

“I played a hypothetical game with Tony Carlotta this morning. I asked him who would a girl go to if she needed documents altered or forged?”

“After a little smoozing and promising something special next time we meet he gave up the number of his forger.”

“Wow that is fucking amazing!” Candi whooped.

“Hold your horses darling. This guy is dangerous and I’m not even sure he’ll do it and it’s gonna cost you. Cost you a lot! You must be haemorrhaging money on this thing?”

“I’ll pay it! I’ll find the money any way I have to,” Candi blurted.

“Ok but you be careful with this guy. I don’t know him and I don’t want to. I’m a legitimate businesswoman so do not tie me to this in anyway. Understand?” Michelle decreed.

“Yes darling I promise and I’ll try and be more self-sufficient,” Candi sounded a little sorry for herself.

She wrote down the phone number of the forger and hung up the phone.

Candi dialled the number she had been given but it didn’t answer for so long that she was about to hang up; then the receiver was suddenly snatched up.

“Yeah?” the voice sounded raspy and irate.

Michelle had said not to get her involved but she had said nothing about using the leverage of Tony Carlotta.

“I got this number from Tony Carlotta,” Candi began.

This statement was not entirely untrue she reasoned.

“Ok you got my attention toots,” the gnarled voice on the other end of the phone said.

Candi was a little delighted that the man immediately thought she was a woman.

“I have some documents that need to be……..”

“Woah! Woah! Shut the fuck up you dozy bint. We don’t talk business details on the phone. Get your arse over here and we will discuss your proposal face to face where I know that no one else is listening in,” the forger seethed.

He gave Candi his address and told her to call around at 1pm that afternoon.

Candi worked hard at her makeup to make herself look beautiful and used her Polaroid with the remote shutter release to take some head shots then she dressed for her meeting with the forger whose name she still didn’t have. She decided on wearing her black pencil skirt, cerise satin blouse, grey hosiery, black heels and black lingerie underneath. She threw on her camel coat, grabbed her handbag and headed out.

Candi stood out the front of a dodgy looking dilapidated building in a back street of Moulsham. She checked and rechecked the address she had written down and this was definitely it. The alley was dark and strewn with abandoned shopping trolleys, junk food wrappers, empty beer cans and bottles, cigarette butts, and condom wrappers. A stained pair of dirty knickers inside a cheap pair of tights had been discarded in a filthy doorway surrounded by several used condoms. ‘Probably where a local prossie brings her punters,’ Candi thought..

Candi knocked on a door caked with fading and peeling blue paint. When it wasn’t answered she knocked again and this time it opened a crack and she could see someone peering at her and then it opened wide.

John Benstead looked to be in his early forties. He had stylish long blonde hair and was tanned and muscular. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and tighter T-shirt. A cigarette hung out the corner of his mouth but he managed to smile around it.

“Jeez babe you didn’t tell me you were a stunner,” he offered his hand and pulled her inside.

He checked both ways in the alley before he closed the door firmly behind him.

“Gotta be careful babe; you never know where and when the filth is gonna show up,” he smiled and his teeth were perfect.

He might be operating out of the dodgiest areas of Chelmsford but he obviously spent a lot of money looking after himself; and by the look of that tan, a lot of time in Spain or the Caribbean.

“I’m John Benstead and you are?” John looked Candi up and down appreciatively.

“I’m Candi Pops,” she replied, returning his smile.

“I bet you do,” he grinned.

Candi looked around the old warehouse. It had been set up as an office and was sparely furnished with a large desk with a chair well and a chest of drawers on either side. On top of the desk, papers were strewn everywhere and there were various stamps, ink pads, pens, glue, scissors and an abundance of office supplies.

A counter ran along one wall with boxes of various sizes containing papers and a tray of what appeared to be unopened envelopes; the kind that government pension and dole payments came in. There was also a small stack of what looked like cheque books. A precision paper guillotine and the obligatory kettle, teapot and tea making requisites sat off to one side.

On another smaller counter were a couple of cameras and other photography paraphernalia. Pride of place was taken up by a large office machine of some sort.

“That’s my pride and joy,” Jon said when he saw Candi staring at it

“It’s a Xerox copier that I imported from America. It makes exact copies of almost anything on paper,” John said with pride.

The place looked a little shabby and reeked of paper, ink, and other chemicals and Candi's nose wrinkled.

“I know it doesn’t look like much but there isn’t much I can’t counterfeit or forge here, and everything can be packed into the back of my Ford Escort panel van in five minutes if I get word the Sweeny are inbound,” John explained.

“So what can I do for you luv?” John took her coat and hung it on a peg and then slid in behind his desk and crushed out his cigarette in an overflowing tin ashtray.

He indicated a metal folding chair opposite the desk and Candi sat down, folding her skirt under her and crossing her ankles. She was getting very good at mimicking female behaviour.

“Well like I said on the phone I got your number from Tony Carlotta,” Candi blushed a little at the lie.

“And that’s why you have my full attention; although you seem a little young to be fooling around with Tony but he likes em’ young and sweet,” he looked Candi up and down again.

“Right. Em well. I have a passport that needs my name and picture changed. And I have these letters of recommendation and references that need the name changed and any reference to ‘him’ or ‘he’ changed to ‘her’ and ‘she’,” now she blushed profusely.

John looked confused but he snatched up and thumbed his way through the documents. Suddenly his face lit up with understanding.

“Of fuck! I get it luv. I never would have guessed that you’re a…I mean that your…I mean…” John stammered.

“A bloke?” Candi finished his sentence.

“Well I’m not any more. My name is Candace Pops; I am no longer Christopher Nyland,” she explained.

“And I took these pictures,” she passed across the Polaroids she had taken.

“They’re no good luv. Too big and in colour. It might well be 1975 and all, but Her Majesty’s passports are still hand written and have black and white pictures. They have this watermark and official stamp on them. See?”

He held her passport open to page three where the description and picture of the bearer was.

“I can sort of see the resemblance but you’re a lot prettier now,” he joked.

“It’s good you’ve got a valid passport that I can make some changes to; having those exit and entry stamps from your travels will make it look more authentic. I’ll take a picture of you, age it, and change the name and the title. To ‘Miss’ I take it?” he smiled.

“I’d heard that Tony had a penchant for transvestites and if they all look like you I can well understand why,” he grinned.

“Anyway down to business. I can have the passport and all the letters done in four days,” John said, behaving very professionally now.

“But it’s gonna cost ya luv. Half a monkey,” he lit another cigarette.

“Two hundred and fifty pounds! Fuck that’s a lot!” Candi was surprised at the cost.

“That’s cheap. You know how long I’ll go inside for if I get caught forging passports?” it was a rhetorical question and Candi didn’t answer.

“I’m giving you that rate cause Tony sent you. Half now. The other half in four days,” he put his feet on the desk and blew smoke at the ceiling.

Candi had bought a hundred pounds with her hoping that would pay for everything. She lay it on the big desk.

“That’s all I bought with me,” Candi pointed at the money.

John stood up and reached over the large desk and scooped up the money. He dropped it into a drawer along with the Polaroids.

“Thought they were no good?” Candi said.

“Not for anything we need, but I like them,” he winked at her.

“Right get yourself against that back wall where the sheet’s hanging,” he walked over and picked up one of his cameras and adjusted it.

“Good. Look this way and give us a smile,” he aimed the camera and took half a dozen shots, some with a flash and some without.

“Right, see you in four days with the rest of the money then,” he held open her coat and helped her into it and then he placed an arm around her shoulders to guide her to door.

He craned his neck and looked behind her.

“You know you’ve got a great arse and a cracking pair of legs,” he grinned mischievously.

This was the closest she had been to a man and it was very uncomfortable.

John opened the door and peered both ways up and down the alley and gently propelled her outside, patting her on the behind as she left.

Candi made for the entrance to the back alley just as a shabby looking bloke with his arm around an equally shabby looking woman entered the alley and started to walk towards her. ‘This must be the prossie who uses the doorway,’ Candi thought.

As Candi got closer she could see the prossie was wearing a stained leopard skin mini dress with her tits nearly falling out of it, laddered black fishnet tights, and scuffed black high heels. Her makeup was smudged, her hair dishevelled and they both reeked of gin and stale sweat. Candi turned away but not before the woman glared and sneered at her.

“Stuck up cunt!”

Candi kept walking and didn’t look back.

Candi’s next four days were taken up moving money around her bank accounts. She had a ‘Super Saver’ account that paid a good interest rate but the balance was supposed to be left in escrow for two years or penalties applied. She had no choice but to move the money into her everyday account and to make a substantial withdrawal and this required Christopher Nyland to present himself to the bank.

Christopher hated every second he was dressed as a man and as soon as the money was transferred he returned home and transformed back into Candi.

Candi was now starting to worry about money. She didn’t expect to have to pay two hundred and fifty pounds for the passport and the other documents. She was getting seriously short of cash.

Candi read and re-read her letter of acceptance. The part which read ‘Your poise, charm, decorum, ability as a conversationalist, and friendliness will all be assessed against our demanding criteria’ was foremost in her mind and she spent almost every hour of the next four days practicing.

Four days after Candi had stood out the front of the dodgy looking dilapidated building in the back streets of Moulsham she found herself there again. She clutched her handbag tightly; in her purse she had one hundred and fifty pounds Stirling. The stained pair of dirty knickers inside the cheap pair of tights was still in the filthy doorway and the small pile of used condoms had grown.

John Benstead was his usual suspicious self when he came to the door but he greeted her warmly when he ushered her inside and closed the door behind her.

“Candace Pops, you look ravishing again today my dear,” he smiled and looked her over.

Today she was wearing a red leather mini-skirt, white satin blouse, tan pantyhose and underneath red satin knickers and matching bra. Her hair was nicely coiffured and her makeup perfect, including bright red lipstick and matching fingernails.

All of this became evident to John when he helped her off with her coat. He lingered close to her while he did so and breathed in her perfume. His jeans appeared to even tighter today and there was a distinct bulge in the front which drew Candi's attention. He saw her looking and smiled and she blushed and turned away.

The same folding metal chair was offered as John took his place in the big armchair behind the desk and rummaged around and took out a large manilla envelope. He offered Candi a cigarette and she took it and he came around from behind the desk and lit it for her, once again getting close to her. As she was sitting and he standing, the bulge of his goin was at her eye level.

To Candi's relief he sat on the corner of the desk and shook out the contents of the envelope.

“A fucking good job, if I do say so myself,” he grinned.

He handed Candi the passport and it looked almost exactly the same as when she had given it to him; slightly battered and well used. It was dark blue with the Royal Seal on the front with a serial number typed on the top and ‘Miss C Pops’ hand written in blurred blue ink on the bottom. On page three written in the same faded blue ink were her personal details but her name had been changed from Christopher Nyland to Candace Pops and her hair colour from ‘brown’ to ‘brunette’. A person’s ‘sex’ was not annotated on a British passport in the 1970s. Candi's address, phone number and general description remained unchanged.

At the bottom underneath the ‘Children’ section which had been crossed through, the signature panel was blank waiting for her to sign it. Across the page was a suitably faded black and white photo of Candi that was far from flattering but definitely her. Both pages had official stamps on them and signatures of the issuing officer and to Candi it looked one hundred percent legitimate.

“Passport photos are never flattering luv but in your case it was hard to find one in which you didn’t look gorgeous,” John had a twinkle in his eye.

“I’ve changed the serial number on the front; if they ever look it up it will come up as belonging to a Miss Candace Pops residing at your current address. All you need do is sign it with this pen and I’ll let it dry and distress it a little so looks as old as rest of the passport. Meanwhile you can check out the rest of the guff,” he smiled.

He leaned in close to her while she signed with the ink pen he had given her. Close enough for Candi to smell his aftershave and bath soap and realise how handsome he was. She cleared her head of this strange thought.

John took the passport over to one of the benches and worked on it while Candi inspected the letters of employment, recommendations and references that she had collected whilst working in the service industry.

She had the letters laid out on the large desk and she bent over to examine each one. John’s work was perfect. The typeface and the ink on any of the changes he had made matched perfectly with the original. Any reference to Mr Christopher Nyland had been replaced with Miss Candace Pops and all references to gender had been changed to the female vernacular.

Candi was so intent on examining the letters on the desk that she was unaware that she had bent over so far that the back of her mini-skirt had ridden up far enough to show off the tops of her thighs and her panty-clad buttocks.

John was getting an eyeful of her taut shapely calves and thighs sheathed in sheer flesh-toned nylon and her firm buttocks clad in tight red satin panties. He surreptitiously rubbed at the growing bulge in front of his jeans. He moved in beside her and dropped the passport on the desk and cheekily pinched her buttock.

Candi jumped.

“Hey!” she squealed.

“You was showing off yer knickers luv; just thought I’d let you know,” John grinned.

Candi found she couldn’t stay angry with the handsome man. She didn’t understand why she felt this way, she had never been interested in men, ever!

She looked at the passport again and was impressed.

“They are all great John,” Candi smiled at him.

John shuffled all the documents together and put them back in the manilla envelope and then put the envelope into a valise.

“I’ll throw in the valise for nix but you still got a hundred and fifty nicker to pay, doll,” he grinned.

Candi took her purse out of her handbag and started counting out notes on the desk. John could see how downhearted she looked as she did it.

“This is really hurting you isn’t it?” John leaned in even closer.

“I’ll be honest with you John; this will go close to cleaning me out,” Candi sighed.

John moved in even closer and murmured in Candi's ear.

“You’re pretty cute you know. Maybe we could work something out. I could knock say, fifty quid off the price.”

Candi was very confused. What on earth was this guy on about? What could she possibly work out?

“I don’t understand,” Candi turned towards him and frowned.

“Come on baby you know what I mean,” John reached out and stroked her face.

Now Candi was really confused and she shook her head accordingly.

John leaned in with the intention to kiss her and Candi finally realised what he meant and was about to reject John’s advances in no uncertain terms. Having sex with Stephanie and Michelle whilst she was dressed as Candi was sensual and erotic, they were women, even though Michelle was trans, but John was a man. She had never contemplated having relations with a man; it had just never entered her head.

But it was too late.

John pulled Candi into his arms and kissed her. He kissed her softly with one arm around her waist and the other gently placed on the back of her head. His lips were soft and warm and his body was lean and tight and Candi was surprised and amazed at her reaction.

She found herself held in the arms of this handsome man and it somehow felt right. Candi felt so feminine. Being petite and lithe she was moulded to John’s body, her tiny breasts pressed against his hard chest, and her hips pressed against his groin. He lowered his hand from her back and lightly cupped her buttocks.

“John. I’m not sure…” Candi tried to protest.

John pulled her tighter against him and slid his tongue into Candi's mouth, pressing his lips hard against hers whilst gently caressing her buttocks. Candi felt herself melting in his arms. She felt so womanlike, so appreciated, and she had to admit, genuinely aroused.

Candi reciprocated and returned John’s kisses, she placed her arms around his hard body and rubbed against him. She felt herself becoming awakened in the strangest way. She was becoming excited but she still felt totally feminine; it was an intriguing and delightful feeling. Her penis was becoming semi-erect and she was glad it was snugly tucked away between her legs.

Disturbingly though, she could feel the growing bulge in John’s trousers. Although Candi felt flattered that she was able to invoke this reaction in him; she was mystified as to what to do next.

“You are very beautiful you know,” John broke the kiss and looked into Candi's eyes.

She smiled up at him.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he lowered his face and Candi parted her lips ready to receive his kiss.

Candi was curious as to what would happen next but it was soon made apparent. John had been pressing his groin against her soft body and Candi was increasingly aware that his penis was becoming harder. He guided her hand down to his crotch and she was surprised by the feelings of power she felt when she gripped his hard penis through his jeans.

She had done this! Her beauty and femininity had caused this man to become sexually excited.

John kissed her harder and his tongue intruded into her mouth. Candi tentatively offered her own tongue in return and soon the two were engaged a passionate French kiss. Candi squeezed john’s hard cock and was rewarded with a groan.

Candi was totally surprised when John picked her up and placed her down on the desk. They didn’t break their kiss and Candi opened her legs to allow John to stand between them. She hooked her ankles around his thighs and drew him close. John kissed her deeply and she hugged him tight and pulled him closer with her calves; his hard cock was now pressing against her panties and she gasped when she felt the bulge rub against her.

John reached down and unzipped his flies, unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans. Candi suddenly felt reticent. It was one thing to kiss this man, to hug him, to feel his erection against her through his jeans. But he now intended to free that erection and place it against her body.

“John I’m not sure…Oh my!” Candi's refutation suddenly changed to acceptance as she felt the hot sleek skin of his member brush against her nyloned thigh.

“Mmm,” she moaned and reached down inquisitively to touch it.

It felt warm and smooth and the tip was slippery with precum. She gripped it gently and she smiled when she felt John shudder with pleasure. She rubbed it against her thigh as John began to thrust against her. Her own penis was erect and she could feel her panties becoming wet.

John pulled Candi forward and she scooted to the edge of the desk and opened her legs a little wider and John began to thrust his cock against her satin panties.

They both moaned.

Candi let John hump away at her panty crotch; she enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock against her body and their kissers were passionate and delightful. The carnality and sensuousness was both erotic and empowering but she was stymied as to how to conclude their tryst. Candi wasn’t stupid; she knew that some transvestites engaged in anal sex but she had no intention of exploring that option. She had begrudgingly offered Michelle reciprocal fellatio but Michelle had declined the offer.

The more she thought about it, the more tantalising that was. It would certainly be empowering, and the alternative seemed to be to let John ejaculate on her clothing, which did not appeal to her one bit. The more she thought about it the more curious she became, and she had to admit, the more she craved to sample the experience.

“Mmm. This is wonderful John but there is something I’d like to try,” Candi smiled up at him.

John was disappointed when Candi hopped off the table but his disappointment turned to joy when she dropped to her knees.

Candi was at eye level with John’s long thin penis. The shank was creamy white with blue veins and the glans a reddish purple, glistening with pre-seminal fluid. It did not look particularly uninviting; in fact it looked the opposite, it looked delicious. Candi was quite keen to engage with the first penis that wasn’t her own.

She took the phallus in her hand and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from John and the sensation of it pulsing in her hand and a globule of clear precum extruding from the eye.

Candi tentatively licked at the droplet; it tasted sweet and also a little salty. She licked at the fraenulum underneath the head of John’s cock and his penis quivered again and another droplet of precum appeared. She smiled and licked at the viscous fluid.

“Oh god Candi that is so good!” John moaned and placed his hands lightly on her head.

As John gently pushed on her head Candi decided it was time for her to taste her first cock and she opened wide and swallowed John’s turgid member and then clamped her lips on the base of his cock and began to suck. She slavered at the shaft and glans of John’s cock as she moved her mouth up and down on it.

She felt very controlling and highly aroused. She was tempted to slide a hand inside her knickers and stroke herself but she didn’t want to spoil the moment. All she wanted to do was to suck on the phallus in her mouth and enjoy giving John sexual gratification. Candi used one hand to gently massage John’s scrotum while the other grasped the base of his penis as she sucked it.

John’s legs were trembling and his moans were getting louder and Candi smiled around his cock. She was doing this! She had the power over him. She was the one who decided whether or not he orgasmed or whether she just teased him. It was exhilarating, empowering and sexually exciting.

Candi lightly clasped John’s scrotum and caressed his testes and squeezed the base of his penis with her other hand and worked her mouth up and down his cock faster and faster sucking his throbbing shaft and using her tongue on his glans.

She was rewarded with a mouthful of creamy semen. It was not unexpected, but it was her first time and she was pleasantly surprised at the taste and texture. She sucked and slavered harder, draining John of his seed and swallowing the glutinous spend as he ejaculated in her mouth.

When Candi had depleted John of his load she took his penis out of her mouth and was satisfied to see her lipstick staining the glistening pole. A last small gobbet sperm dripped from the eye as she squeezed it and she licked it up and swallowed it with relish.

Candi looked up and saw that John was looking down at her lovely face; her pretty blue eyes accentuated by the dark makeup and her ruby-red lipstick smudged around her mouth.

He lifted Candi to her feet and kissed her passionately and she responded, pressing herself against him and wrapping her arms around his neck. John’s semi-hard cock rubbed against her thigh and she quite liked the feeling; the intimacy, the eroticism and the ardour of their embrace.

“That was beautiful,” John smiled and kissed her tenderly

“It was my first time,” Candi smiled back at him.

“Oh my god really! It was so sensual and romantic, there was nothing tawdry about it at all. You are beautiful,” John said and pulled her tighter and kissed her again.

They kissed and fondled for a little while longer and then they disengaged so that John could pull up his jeans. Candi impertinently sat in his chair behind the big desk while he did this. She put her heels up on the desk and her skirt rode all the way up to the top of her thighs. She saw John staring at her legs and smiled.

“So how much now?” she cheekily waved the valise.

“I didn’t think we did what we just did for any money,” John teased her.

“You told me I was cute and we could work something out and knock fifty quid off the price,” she pouted but John could see that she too was teasing.

John picked up the one hundred fifty pounds that Candi had laid out on the desk and stuffed the money back in her purse.

“John no!” Candi protested.

John came over, bent over her and kissed her tenderly.

“It’s not for the sex. I really like you Candi,” he smiled at her.

“I like you too John. I’m glad you were my first,” she smiled back and they kissed again.

Candi and John were getting amorous again when suddenly the front door crashed open.

“Fuck! Who’s that?” Candi scrambled to her feet startled.

“There’s only one other person beside me with a key,” John replied.

“John you fucker! Where are those pension cheques you’ve knocked up for me? I’ve got people waiting to cash them for me!” Tony Carlotta’s booming voice echoed around the warehouse.

“Fuck it’s Tony! Quick! Get under the desk! If Tony knows what we’ve been up to he’ll kill us both!” John sounded panicked.

John had assumed that Candi was one of Tony’s girlfriends when her first met her and Candi had said nothing to correct the record. She had wanted him to think she was one of Tony’s so he would fix her documents. She recalled him saying ‘Tony likes em’ young and sweet’, and now she regretted not telling the truth. But there was no time.

Candi dropped to her knees and crawled under the desk and John tossed her handbag, purse and the valise in after her.

“Tony! Over here my good man!” John called out.

Tony strode over, a smile beaming on his large tanned face, his arms wide.

“Fuck me Johnny boy it smells like a brothel in here. I can smell perfume. You been fucking puttas in here?” Tony joked and patted John heartily on the back as he hugged him.

John paled; as did Candi hiding under the desk.

To be continued.

Candi remained under John Benstead’s desk, in the chair well, hiding from Tony Carlotta.

Tony had John in a friendly bear hug.

“Fuck me Johnny boy it smells like a brothel in here. I can smell perfume. You been fucking puttas in here or something?” Tony joked.

“So anyway, have you got those pension cheques? I got a couple of my street guys ready to cash them; we split the dough and they cannot be traced back to you or I,” Tony looked around.

“Ah there they are! What’s wrong with you? You’ve been standing there like a zombie since I arrived. Make me a nice cup of tea while I check out the cheques,” Tony laughed at his own joke.

John was scared that Tony would find Candi hiding under the desk. He thought that Candi was one of Tony’s girlfriends and as he had just been carousing with her, he was justifiably terrified of being caught.

John went over and put his little kettle on the single burner and busied himself with making tea, hoping Tony would drink up and leave.

Then to his dismay, Tony dropped himself into John’s padded office chair behind the desk. He flicked through the forged cheques that John had been working on for him.

“Good quality as always John. You always do good work for me,” Tony grinned putting his feet up on the desk and leaning back in the chair.

Candi had hunched herself as far as possible back in the foot well under the desk but her red skirt and white blouse did not offer much in the way of camouflage and Tony caught a glimpse of her as he lay back.

“Oh my, my, Johnny boy…what you got here?” Tony grinned.

“Get out from under there my little flower. Why are you hiding from Uncle Tony?”

John blanched and was ready for Tony’s wrath to descend upon him.

Candi extracted herself from under the desk and Tony offered her his hand to help her to her feet. She brushed the dust and cobwebs off her clothes.

“Well John…aren’t you going to introduce me?” Tony smiled at the pretty little thing in front of him.

John looked astonished. He thought that Candi was well known to Tony and he glared at her with a questioning look.

Candi shrugged her shoulders and gave him an apologetic look and silently mouthed ‘I’m sorry’.

John guessed correctly that Candi had lied to him about being an acquaintance of Tony Carlotta’s but she must have got John’s phone number from someone. It was not a number that was readily available; so where did she get it? But that was a problem for another time. For now he had to make an excuse for Candi being here that Tony would believe.

John could throw Candi under the bus and tell Tony that she had lied about being Tony’s girlfriend and used her acquaintanceship with Tony to get John to forge her documents. But John knew this would likely lead to Candi being beaten or worse. John wanted to know how Candi had got his number, but he also had to admit that he felt something for Candi. She was a lovely creature no doubt, but there was also a sense of helplessness about her; like she needed to be rescued.

“Hey Tony; I’m sorry I was just having a bit of fun with her. She’s one of the prossie’s who works the alley outside. I got her to sit under my desk and give me a blowjob for a tenner,” John said.

Candi glared at him; but what could she do? At least John’s excuse sounded plausible.

“You bringing puttas into my warehouse! The place I do business! Are you fucking crazy?” Tony was angry.

John came over with Tony’s cup of tea and put it on the desk. He took Candi by the wrist.

“Ok whore; I’ve finished with you and you’ve been paid so time to get your skank arse out of here,” John commenced dragging her towards the door.

Tony grabbed Candi's other wrist and pulled her back towards him, ripping her out of John’s grasp.

“As been as you’re already paid her, I might want to use her myself before she leaves,” Tony grinned lasciviously.

Candi gasped and tried to wriggle free. Tony slapped her across the face.

“Stop it putta!” he growled.

“Nah Tony you don’t want her. I only got a blowjob from her anyway; she’s a tranny, what you call a travisto,” John approached Tony and tried to wrench Candi from his grasp.

“Fuck off Johnny boy! You go and keep watch while I take care of this. Wait outside!” Tony was livid, red faced and not to be reasoned with.

“Tony. Please you…” John was cut off when Tony glared at him and pointed to the door.

John looked at Candi and saw that she was shocked and forlorn, he gave her a sympathetic look and shrugged indicating that there was nothing further he could do to help her. He went over to the door and looked back one last time. Tony had Candi's arm bent behind her and was pushing her down over the desk. John sighed, put a cigarette into his mouth, and went outside to smoke it.

“No! No! No!” Candi cried as Tony bent her arm and pushed her down.

“Well then. Are you going to stop struggling?” Tony hissed.

Candi nodded and sobbed. She was subdued.

Tony spun Candi around and looked at her closely. She was wearing a red leather mini-skirt, white satin blouse, and tan pantyhose. Her hair was coiffured and her makeup perfect, except for her bright red lipstick which was smudged from recent fellatio; she had accessorised with gold jewellery.

“You are no street hooker!” Tony growled.

“Are you his girlfriend? Don’t bother answering; it doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t be here,” Tony’s eyes glowered in their deep sockets.

“But you are a fucking pretty one, I’ll give you that.”

Tony pulled Candi into his arms.

Candi tried to struggle but Tony was a big strong man and she was probably half his weight.

Tony’s mouth fell on hers with ravenous hunger; his tongue thrusting into her mouth. Candi wriggled in his embrace but he crushed her hard against his thick body. She tried to bite him and he stopped trying to kiss her and shook her like a rag doll.

“You keep this up and I’ll put you across my knee and spank you,” Tony warned her.

“Really! You’re such a big man Tony Carlotta and I’m just a weak little transvestite; how do you think that will go down when I tell Michelle about it,” Candi squealed.

It was only after she had blurted it out that she realised her faux pax.

Tony’s face lit up with a wicked grin.

“Ah! That explains why a gorgeous looking transvestite girl like yourself is in a dump like this. Michelle was asking me who she would go to, to get some documents altered and obviously she was asking on your behalf.”

“I’ll deal with her later but right now I think it’s you who needs a lesson regarding who is the boss around here,” Tony laughed.

Tony sat on the desk and used his considerable strength to throw Candi across his lap. She squealed and kicked her legs which only served to expose her red satin panties and sheer pantyhosed thighs. Tony lifted her miniskirt out of the way.

“Lovely,” he stroked her satin-encased globes with his calloused fingers.

“Don’t you dare!” Candi shrieked and wriggled in his lap and flailed her legs.

Tony spanked Candi's bottom half a dozen times. He spanked her hard; his fingers digging into her buttocks.

Candi cried but her resistance was broken.

“Ok! Ok! Ok!” Candi wailed.

Candi could feel an ominous bulge thickening through the material of Tony’s trousers. She hoped that by ceasing to wriggle it might not arouse him any further.

But she should have known that was a lost cause.

Tony pulled Candi to her feet and then crushed her in his embrace again. Her skirt was still ridden up and he wouldn’t allow her to pull it down, instead he pawed at her buttocks while his tongue invaded her mouth.

Tony’s lips were thick and his tongue broad and his kisses were impatient and demanding; nothing like John’s affectionate kisses.

She could feel Tony pushing his hard member into her soft belly and supposed it wouldn’t be long until he forced her to her knees. Candi resigned herself to her fate; she figured she might as well get it over with as soon as possible.

Candi responded to Tony’s kisses and began to stroke him through his trousers.

“That’s better,” Tony briefly broke their kiss.

Candi opened Tony’s flies and extracted his cock. It was thick, gnarled and meaty; she could feel precum dripping from the eye. Candi hoped this indicated he was close to orgasm so she could quickly suck him off and get away from this dump.

But poor little Candi had no idea what Tony had intended for her.

He gasped when she gripped his manhood and began to stroke it. He kissed her harder and she reciprocated, driving her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his thick shoulders.

Candi tried to extricate herself from his grasp so she could drop to her knees.

“What are you doing?” Tony grinned down at her.

“You want a blowjob don’t you?” Candi smiled up at him, hoping he would acquiesce.

“Oh no girly; you’ve got me all wrong,” Tony gave her that evil grin again.

He pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk and it dawned on Candi what Tony intended to do.

“No! Please don’t!” she begged.

Tony just chuckled.

He was an experienced tranny fucker; Michelle Murphy had taught him well. He knew how to make special girls like Candi enjoy being fucked. He knew not to hurt them and how to prepare them.

Tony thrust his hand back under Candi’s skirt and entwined his fingers in the waistband of her satin panties and pulled them down her thighs until they were around her knees.

Candi started kicking at him gain so he spanked her hard just the once and she stopped. She was face down on the desk crying, resigned to her fate.

Tony gazed at her soft mounds encased in the gauzy tan nylon and growled. He was going to enjoy this.

He rolled her pantyhose gusset down her legs to join her panties and stroked those gorgeous pale globes. Candi wriggled and twisted but Tony pressed her down harder on the desk.

He looked at the detritus scattered on the desk and saw a small jar of Vaseline.

“Perfect,” he grinned and dug two fingers into the jar.

Candi felt Tony gently rub the tip of one Vaseline-coated finger against her sphincter and she tensed up.

“Oh you don’t want to do that, doll,” Tony chuckled.

He took his time working his finger around her anal bud until he felt Candi relax. Candi couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation of the finger slowly circling and pressing against her sphincter. She had to admit that it felt good.

“Oh my!” Candi gasped when Tony inserted his well-lubricated finger inside her.

Tony was gentle and worked the finger very slowly inside Candi's bottom ensuring it remained well lubricated. He searched for and found her prostate and Candi gasped as he pressed his fingertip against the sensitive gland and slowly massaged it.

“Oh god!” Candi groaned and felt her cock begin to leak precum.

Tony massaged Candi's prostate until she began to wriggle her bottom in appreciation and then he slid a second finger inside her and Candi gasped and wriggled harder against his hand.

“Oh wow that feels so good!” she gasped.

Candi had no idea that being manipulated in the anus could be so pleasurable. Little waves of ecstasy emanated from the spot that Tony was massaging and her cock was getting harder and dribbling pre-seminal fluid. Tony reached under her with his other hand and began to stroke Candi's erection and she relaxed her sphincter and allowed Tony to pleasure her.

She felt so wanton bent over the desk with her skirt hiked up and her knickers and pantyhose rolled around her knees with her legs spread wide, encouraging Tony to finger-fuck her anus.

Tony took his fingers out of Candi's anus and dipped them in the Vaseline and greased his manhood.

Tony slowly pulled Candi back onto his stiff rampant cock until his glans nestled against her sphincter. He guided his cock into her tight crevice with one hand whilst squeezing her hard cock with the other.

Candi screamed as Tony’s lubricated cock forced its way past the tight bud of her sphincter. It was the most intense pain she had ever felt; like a huge baton was splitting her back passage.

Candi bucked and tried to force the invading member from her rear entrance but Tony held her and pushed her down onto the desk.

“Relax baby. Relax it will soon start to feel nice,” he tried to soothe her.

Candi forced herself to relax and wriggled her backside until Tony’s cock began to feel comfortable inside her. She still felt immensely full, but she no longer felt the searing pain she had experienced when he entered her.

Tony smiled as Candi relaxed her internal muscles and allowed her anus to accommodate his swollen penis. He pushed forward and back slowly at first and then he began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of Candi’s anus. Candi held onto the edge of the desk and spread her feet wider in an effort to control the tempo as Tony began to fuck her.

Tony fucked Candi with long slow strokes, the Vaseline lubricated Candi’s back passage and helped her to relax her internal muscles. Candi got into the rhythm with Tony and now that the pain had gone she felt quite comfortable as Tony slowly fucked her. Tony was still stroking her penis which was starting to become tumescent again now that the pain had passed.

Candi adjusted her stance so that Tony’s glans massaged her prostate as he thrust slowly in and out. She matched the pace of his thrusts and rocked back and forth on her high heels in time with Tony as he fucked her and massaged her swollen phallus.

Candi could no longer pretend to herself that she was not taking pleasure from the sex. She was still fearful of Tony’s revenge and she felt utterly degraded but she couldn’t control the involuntary actions of her body as her excitement mounted.

Tony began to quicken the pace and Candi matched him thrust for thrust. His crotch made loud slapping sounds as he slammed against her thighs and buttocks, Candi fucked him back, timing her thrusts to meet his.

“Mmm I’m coming in you; you tranny putta!” Tony groaned.

Candi felt her back passage flood as Tony ejaculated inside her. Candi could feel the hot sperm filling her as Tony’s cock convulsed. She was ashamed that she felt so much pleasure; she felt used and abused but her own orgasm was close and Tony squeezed and milked her as he pushed his cock inside her as far as it would go.

Candi pushed her buttocks back into Tony’s crotch, her anus milking him of his seed. Warm semen dripped from her back passage as Tony’s glans pressed against her prostate in the final throes of ejaculation.

Candi felt her own penis convulse as undulations of extreme pleasure emanated from her anus. She ejaculated and spent her seed on the grubby floor, the delectation and gratification so intense that her knees buckled and Tony had to hold her up as he squeezed the last of the milky load from her throbbing cock.

Tony was a gentleman; he waited for Candi to finish coming before he pulled his deflating penis from her anus with an audible plop. He smirked as he watched a trickle of his seed escape Candi's sphincter, run down her thigh and soak into her knickers.

“Thanks doll; you are a great fuck,” Tony slapped Candi on the buttocks and pulled up his underpants and trousers.

Candi lay across the desk gasping and recovering. She fought hard to return her breathing to normal and although she felt sexually gratified she also felt used and debased. She couldn’t wait to leave this dump of a warehouse.

Tony picked up the box of forged pension cheques and without saying another word to Candi he walked over to the door and left.

John came inside as soon as Tony left and strode over to where Candi was quietly sobbing as she pulled up her pantyhose and panties.

“Oh my god; I’m so sorry Candi,” John tried to console her.

Candi straightened her skirt but she could still feel Tony’s deposit dripping slowly from her anus and she just wanted to get home and bathe.

“Just get my coat you lunk!” Candi snapped at John.

She reached under the desk and got her handbag and the valise containing her passport and documents.

John held her coat open to help her into it but she snatched it from him.

“Candi. I said I’m sorry, but what could I do?” John beseeched her.

“Well you did fuck all! You let that thug defile me!” Candi sobbed.

She struggled into her coat, grabbed her handbag and the valise and stormed out of the warehouse.

The prossie was leaning against the wall in her doorway. She was smoking a cigarette and looked to be either drunk or stoned. The prossie glared at Candi and gave her the finger.

“Fuck you! You syphilitic cunt!” Candi screamed at the prossie and strode away.

Candi’s anus hurt and was still leaking. Her knickers were wet front and back. She felt so dirty and so used. She was disappointed in herself because she had sacrificed her dignity for debauchery and lust.

When Candi got home she threw the valise onto the table and stripped out of her clothes. She threw her knickers and pantyhose in the rubbish, they were stained with Tony Carlotta’s semen and she wanted nothing to do with them. She luxuriated in a long hot, steaming bath, washing her body and tenderly dabbing at her sore sphincter. She douched to get rid of the remains of Tony’s secretions.

She towelled off, fixed her makeup and slipped into fresh underwear and a negligee and padded back downstairs.

Candi let herself have a good cry and then she opened the valise and had another look at the documents. She now had two days before the audition. She re-read the letter.

‘Ms Candace Pops,

Congratulations, you have been selected to audition for one of the few positions we are offering to prospective Flight Attendants. Present yourself dressed appropriately with your references and passport to the Goldwing Airlines Head Office 22 Kendall St London at 0900 on Thursday 22nd May.

Final selections for the vacant positions will be made on the day. Your poise, charm, decorum, ability as a conversationalist, and friendliness will all be assessed against our demanding criteria.

Megan DeVille
Senior Flight Attendant’

“Fuck it! It was worth it!” Candi yelled at the empty room.

She poured herself a large scotch and lit a cigarette and looked at her new passport.

Suddenly there was pounding on the front door. Candi, dressed only her negligee, approached the door with caution and pulled the net curtain aside to peek outside.

Michelle Murphy was standing on the doorstep bouncing up and down on her heels and hugging herself to keep warm in the cold night air. Candi opened the door and let her in.

Michelle stormed into the house and helped herself to a large scotch which she downed in one gulp and then poured another.

“Come here honey,” Michelle took Candi in her arms and hugged her close.

Their perfume mingled and Candi felt quite heady being hugged by this gorgeous creature whilst she was wearing only a negligee.

“I’m so sorry. Tony told me what he did to you. I told you it was going to be dangerous and not to get me involved,” Michelle held Candi at arms length.

Candi started to sob again and Michelle pulled her close.

“I’m sorry Michelle. I had to come up with some excuse; John Benstead told Tony that I was a whore,” Candi sobbed into Michelle’s shoulder.

“Well I hate to say it but that might have been the smarter hand to play. Unfortunately for you the outcome at the warehouse was always going to be what it was, but now you have piqued Tony’s interest. If you were just a ‘putta’ he would have lost interest in you as soon as he fucked you,” Michelle explained.

She led Candi over to the couch and sat her down and poured them both drinks and lit them both cigarettes.

Candi was very nervous. She thought her ordeal with Tony was over.

“What do you mean I have piqued his interest?” she asked.

“Well babe, you know Tony and I have a history that goes way back to my Transvixen days when I was Cherri Pops. I’m not going into details but my first encounter with Tony was not dissimilar to yours; perhaps worse. Anyway over the years myself and Tony have developed a relationship that was once quite torrid and passionate but is now more like a friendship, but as you know we do meet once a year at ‘Bocca di Lupo’ and afterwards we…well you know,” Michelle smiled whimsically.

“So?” Candi looked bemused.

“So? So you are a gorgeous twenty-two year old transvestite and he now knows that you are my friend. He asked me why you went to his forger and counterfeit man. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him?” Michelle was a little angry.

“So now he’s interested in you. Wants to know how you are progressing with your ambition to become a flight steward.”

“Why?” Candi was still perplexed.

“Oh my god Candi you are so fucking naïve! So he can blackmail you! So he can fuck you whenever he wants! So he can use you as a drug mule when you graduate! A thousand fucking reasons spring to mind without me thinking too hard about it. I told you Tony is a vicious gangster!” Michelle’s temper flared.

Candi looked horrified and collapsed on the couch sobbing. Michelle took her in her arms again and hugged her and stroked her hair. She whispered in Candi's ear.

“Look honey I honestly don’t know why Tony is interested in you. Maybe he was just inquisitive. You never know with Tony.”

“Look on the bright side. You have your passport, your references and letters of employment all in the name of Candace Pops. You can even change your identity now if you want to.”

Candi nodded.

“Let me worry about Tony. If anything comes up I’ll let you know and if he contacts you, let me know. To me he’s just a teddy bear not a ‘mad-brained bear’ as the Rolling Stones sing in Stray cat Blues; which is kind of apt given Tony only got his hands on you because of me in a way,” Michelle kissed Candi’s cheek.

Candi snuggled into Michelle’s arms and after a while she was sleepy. Michelle took her upstairs and put her in bed and then she stripped down to panties, bra and pantyhose and slid under the covers with her.

Michelle and Candi kissed and canoodled a little until Candi fell asleep quickly followed by Michelle. Michelle awoke in the early hours of the morning to find Candi suckling her penis, she had pulled down her tights and knickers just enough to take Michelle into her mouth.

“That’s very naughty,” Michelle grinned down at her.

Candi moved back up the bed and snuggled up to Michelle and stroked her hard penis.

“That thing that Tony did to me. I hated it but at the same time it was the most sexually gratifying thing that has ever happened to me,” Candi admitted.

“Yes it’s lovely if it’s done right and with love and affection,” Michelle admitted.

“Show me?” Candi looked lovingly into Michelle’s eyes.

The day Candi had been waiting for finally arrived. She was nervous and unable to choke down any of her breakfast and made do with coffee and cigarettes. Candi dithered over what to wear and finally decided to wear the navy-blue business suit, cream satin blouse, sheer tan hosiery and black high heels. She spent ages in front of the mirror fixing her makeup and hair.

Candi had made a study of how the hosties dressed and tried her best to mimic them. Her makeup was perfect but not unduly gaudy as was her jewellery. Her brunette hair had been cut into a nice bob with lighter streaks. The fringe rested on her brows and accented her dark eyes.

She checked herself one last time in the mirror, slipped into her knee-length camel coat, picked up her handbag containing the valise with her documents, wished herself luck and stepped outside.

Michelle had popped a good luck card into Candi's mailbox the day before. It read:

‘All the best honey, good luck, although you don’t need it. You are my hostess with the mostest!

Love,
Michelle
xxx

PS. Take a cab on me. I want you there looking perfect!’

Michelle had enclosed twenty quid for which Candi was most grateful. It was a long way from Chelmsford to the Goldwing Airlines offices in London.

In the back of the cab Candi re-read the card Michelle had given her, kissed it for luck, and put it away in her handbag.

This was going to be the real test. A double test. She had to pass as a woman and she had to pass the initial selection for flight crew training. She looked up and saw that the cabbie was staring at her intently.

Candi alighted from the taxi and the cabbie got an eyeful of leg as she stepped down onto the pavement. He took her money, made change and looked up at the tower block offices of Goldwing Airlines.

“You gonna be a hostie pet?” he grinned.

“I hope to be,” Candi smiled back at him.

“Well they’d be crazy not to take you. You can ‘coffee, tea, or me?’ me anytime babe,” he smirked.

“With those pins you can bring me whatever you like.”

Candi smiled back, took her change and started to ascend the wide marble stairs out the front of Goldwing Airlines.

There was a group of four very well-dressed attractive young women standing out front. They were smoking cigarettes and chatting and laughing. Candi figured they had to be candidates for the Goldwing hostess program also. They looked happy and confident and she wanted to be just like them. She sauntered over mooching in her handbag for her cigarettes. She started to panic when she couldn’t find them.

One of the well-dressed pretty little things looked over at her.

“Lose your ciggies honey?” she said sympathetically.

She waved her packet of Benson & Hedges and Candi made to take one. The girl snatched it away vindictively.

“You wanna be a hostie babe; you better get your shit together,” the girl laughed and blew smoke in Candi's eyes.

A large black limousine drew up to the kerb and the liveried driver got out and opened the back door. A slim leg, clad in gossamer black stockings and shod in four-inch black patent leather high heels appeared, followed by a slim elegant lady dressed in a navy blue stewardesses uniform. She had a pair of gold wings clipped to the right breast above a gold name bar: Megan DeVille. Her form-fitting jacket had gold piping along the lapels and cuffs. She had perfectly coiffed black, shoulder-length hair.

“Oh my god it’s Megan DeVille! She’s the senior flight attendant and senior instructor for Goldwing’s steward training school,” the girl gushed to her friends.

They pushed past Candi in order to see the legend airline hostess who would be in charge of making selections today.

Candi moved inside. She had no cigarettes to smoke so she bought a cup of tea at the small café inside the building. She checked her watch and saw that she was half an hour early. She watched Megan DeVille take an elevator and saw it stop of the eighteenth floor. She finished her tea and checked the building directory. ‘Goldwing Airline Stewards Corporate Office’ was listed as being on the eighteenth floor; no surprise there.

Candi caught the next lift going up and was so nervous she didn’t even notice the handsome corporate types checking her out. She got off at the eighteenth floor and saw a sign stuck to the wall with sticky tape: ‘Flight Steward Selections’ and an arrow pointing down the corridor. She followed the corridor and came to a large conference room with the same ‘Flight Steward Selections’ sign cellotaped to one glass door.

Candi peered inside and saw a gaggle of girls, including the four she had seen smoking outside the building and two perfectly groomed gentlemen. The girls were all stylishly dressed, slim and pretty and Candi for some reason felt inadequate. They all looked up at her as she walked in and then went back to their chatter.

The group was sitting on plastic chairs arranged in rows in front of a small stage in the centre of which was a small podium. Two armchairs were arranged to one side of the stage.

Candi's heart was in her mouth. This was it! Make or break!

She looked around and counted sixteen girls and two young men. Nineteen candidates in total, including herself. Then a pretty, wide-eyed girl wearing a London Fog raincoat wondered in and looked around anxiously.

“Is this the place for the hostess auditions?” she asked in a demure voice that came straight from the East End.

“Fuck me! Who is this? Little Bo Peep?” one of the smokers quipped and the others laughed sarcastically.

“Come over here honey,” Candi went over and bought the girl over to where she had claimed a seat away from the others.

She helped the wide-eyed girl out of her raincoat and was bemused to see she was wearing a poodle skirt. Candi took off her own coat and hung both of them on a coat rack at the back of the room.

Megan DeVille strutted out into the centre of the stage behind the podium, followed by two men in business suits who walked over and sat in the armchairs.

The room became deathly quiet as Megan scanned the room with her icy-blue eyes. She took a cigarette holder out of her clutch-purse and then a silver cigarette case. She screwed a cigarette into the holder and one of the men in the business suits strode over and lit it for her with a silver lighter.

Megan DeVille blew a long plume of smoke out into the room.

“I love a cigarette in the morning after my coffee,” she announced.

“And apparently so do some of you,” she smiled at the audience.

“Prove!” she demanded.

The four young women who had been huddled together smoking outside the building and had scorned Candi and laughed at the ‘poodle girl’ proudly stood with their heads held high.

“You can leave now! That’s all.” she waved her hand at the door.

“Rule number one. Flight stewards never smoke in public!” Megan quipped.

She looked scornfully at the four astonished young women.

“Why are you still here? I told you, that’s all, now leave!”

Megan ignored them and addressed the remainder of the audience.

“Right. That’s whittled it down to sixteen and as I only need ten candidates this shouldn’t take long at all.”

Megan DeVille blew more smoke out at the bewildered congregation.

“Selections have begun!”

To be continued.

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The slim genteel lady was dressed in a navy blue stewardesses uniform. Her form-fitting jacket had gold piping along the lapels and cuffs and a pair of gold wings clipped to her right breast. Her shapely legs were clad in gossamer black stockings and her feet shod in four-inch black patent leather high heels. She had perfectly coiffed black, shoulder-length hair. Her face was too angular to be called ‘pretty’ but she was undoubtedly attractive and cultivated. She exuded elegance.

“I am Megan DeVille, Senior Flight Attendant for Goldwing Airlines, chairman of the flight steward selection committee and chief training officer,” she announced officiously.

Having seen what had happened to the four ‘smokers’ the remaining sixteen paid complete attention to her.

“I was an airline hostess when we were treated like starlets. We would walk through the terminal with our heads held high, knowing that everybody was staring at us.”

“Going on an airplane used to be a special event. It was a time when air travel was a more rarefied experience than it is today, even on routine flights I would pass out roses to women passengers and serve seven course meals on fine china and linen tablecloths.”

“We had a saying back then: Marriage is fine but shouldn’t you see the world first? Most of my alumni married pilots; even the less fortunate ones married flight engineers,” she looked down her nose at the suggestion of marrying a flight engineer.

“But that was then; a more refined world, when air travel was for the privileged.”

“Now it’s like a greyhound bus; some of the male passengers don’t even wear suits!”

“Well it might me 1975 but this is Goldwing Airlines and we have standards! That’s why we take less than five percent of applicants. It is easier to get into Cambridge than it is to serve martinis over the Atlantic on one of our airplanes.”

The two men wearing business suits sitting at the side of the stage rolled their eyes. They had obviously heard this story countless times.

“Anyway welcome,” she said without the slightest hint of hospitality in her voice.

She removed the cigarette from its holder and stubbed it out in a glass ashtray on the lectern.

“The gentleman behind me will collect your credentials. That’s your letters of recommendation, your references and passports,” she looked at the audience as if they were imbeciles.

“Mr Dennis Caputo,” she turned and nodded to one of the besuited gentry.

“Mr Caputo will peruse your documents to ensure they are in order and rank them in order of merit.”

Mr Caputo arose and appeared to be very glad that his part in the performance was over.

A hand shot up in the audience and Megan winced; visibly displeased.

“Yes?” she asked corrosively.

The pretty young woman was dressed similarly to Candi in a dark business suit but with her hair coiffured reminiscent of the nineteen forties, blushed deep red.

“What if you don’t have a passport? I mean I have applied for one but it hasn’t arrived yet,” she said entreatingly.

“So you want the best job in the whole world; flying around the globe in a Goldwing Airlines airplane and you don’t have passport! Silly girl!” Megan’s bright-red thin lips twisted into a scowl.

“You can leave now! That’s all.” she waved her hand at the door.

The girl began to sob.

“But it’s in the post! They said it’s in the post!” the girl heaved.

“That’s all.” Megan reiterated emotionlessly.

Mr Caputo walked between the rows of dwindling candidates and collected documents. Candi handed him her valise and noiselessly mouthed ‘thank you’ and smiled anxiously at him. He smiled back and mouthed ‘good luck’.

“Well that reduces us to fifteen,” Ms DeVille seemed very happy with the outcome.

“As I wrote to you all, final selections for the ten vacant positions will be made today.”

“First off Mr Brown will conduct individual I.Q. and psychological tests,” the other portly man in the suit sitting on the stage nodded his head.

“You will all also undergo a pregnancy test and then we will break for lunch.”

“Final selections will be announced this afternoon, after your poise, charm, decorum, ability as a conversationalist, and friendliness have been appraised.”

“I should warn you that you have been under assessment since you arrived this morning and will be continually assessed until those selected few pass out of the Goldwing Airlines Flight Attendant Training Academy.”

When Megan DeVille announced the pregnancy test Candi blanched.

“Fuck!” she whispered to herself.

It seemed like every time she thought she had overcome adversity, another obstacle popped up.

The remaining fifteen were divided into three groups of five. The pretty, wide-eyed girl the others had nicknamed Little Bo Peep, two other ladies and one of the elegantly dressed young men were in Candi's group.

They were told they would wait together to be interviewed and led to a small room where there was a coffee pot, cream, sugar, cups, saucers and napkins laid out on a table. There were six armchairs and two small occasional tables with crystal ashtrays. The two other girls and the man dropped into chairs. Candi approached ‘Bo Beep’.

“I’m Candace but my friends call me Candi,” she smiled.

“Hi. I’m Millicent. Millie,” the pretty girl smiled back with a pronounced Cockney accent.

“Ok Millie, come help me pour coffee,” Candi said.

Candi and Millie poured coffee for the other three, offering cream and sugar and then they poured a cup each for themselves and handed out napkins. One of the other girls was summoned and the remaining four sat down to chat. Candi demurely crossed her ankles and sipped cautiously at her hot coffee.

The man offered Candi a cigarette which she took and smiled at him when he lit it for her.

“Peter Snodgrass,” he introduced himself with a confident smile.

“I’m Candace Pops and this is Millie,” Candi indicated her new found friend.

“Millicent Walker,” the girl grinned.

“And you are?” Candi smiled at the other girl.

“Porsche Berkinsdale. Of the Surrey Berkinsdale’s,” she looked pompously at the others and sipped her coffee.

“So what do you think of Megan DeVille?” she asked.

“You know they call her Cruella DeVil behind her back,” Peter Snodgrass grinned.

Porsche nearly choked on her coffee and spat it back in the cup. She guffawed.

“Oh that is so deliciously wicked!” she smirked.

“She’s an icon at Goldwing. Been here thirty years, started out as a hostess at seventeen and has never married. When she got too old to fly she took over recruitment and the Flight Attendant Training Academy,” Peter explained.

“You seem to know an awful lot about her,” Millie looked astonished.

“Yes. Well. One needs to know everything about one’s adversary. Only ten percent of stewards are male and as only five out every one hundred applicants are accepted for training I need every advantage I can get,” he sniffed.

Candi blushed a deep red. She knew the odds better than Peter did and now she felt like she was here under false pretences; which she actually was.

They were called into Mr Brown’s office one at a time for the I.Q. and psychological tests. Candi found the tests to be quite easy and Mr Brown to be very dour indeed. In her short existence as Candi, she had found that men generally saw her a sex object and usually only wanted one thing but Mr Brown was all business.

“He’s a cold fish,” the other girl, who turned out to be named Mandy McDonald, said.

“I leaned over half a dozen times with my blouse opened to the second button and he didn’t even check out my tits. I let my skirt ride up and dropped my pencil twice so he could look at my knickers and he didn’t bat an eyelid!” she complained.

“He quizzes a couple of hundred bimbos a year looking to be flight stewards. How many of them do you think have offered him sex to get a job? And the dopey thing is he doesn’t get a say; all he does is mark and grade papers. Cruella decides who goes and who stays,” Peter responded.

“Who the fuck is Cruella then?” Mandy asked in her Welsh accent.

Candi, Millie, Porsche and Peter all laughed.

The band of fifteen candidates were bought back together in the conference room where they were asked to be seated. They were hungry by now and their hunger was piqued by an assortment of hot and cold snacks laid out at the back of the room along with bottles of wine, beer and soft drinks.

“Don’t worry. We shall soon be having lunch but before we do I invite the ladies to take one of the little jars over there, write your name on it please and provide a sample. There is a tray in the ladies room on which you are to leave your samples.”

“Of course I don’t need to tell you to wash your hands before you return for lunch,” she reviled the girls as they filed out of the conference room with their little jars.

The two male applicants waited patiently as the women went to give their samples.

Candi blanched. She didn’t know what procedure the airline used for pregnancy testing, but she was terrified that when her urine was tested it would reveal she was male. She hung back pretending to be bashful until there was only herself and Millie left in the ladies.

She started to shake and cry.

Millie came over and fussed over her.

“You aren’t preggers are you; surely?” she patted Candi on the arm.

“No it’s worse!” Candi cried.

“There’s nothing worse than preggers honey. Unless of course the fathers is…well let’s not go there,” Millie paled.

Candi shook her head vehemently

“Drugs? You’re not doing drugs are you? I heard they test for drugs too,” Millie said.

Candi stopped crying and smiled to herself.

“Yes honey it’s drugs. Nothing heavy but my boyfriend made me smoke some pot last week. I hated it but he said he’d leave me if I didn’t ‘get hip and get high’ with him,” Candi lied.

“You know what. You were really nice to me when I first arrived here and you’ve been nice ever since. I saw the condescending looks of all those other girls and hear their smug comments about my poodle skirt. Well fuck em!”

Millie snatched Candi's sample bottle from her and darted into a cubicle. A minute later Candi heard a flush and the door opened and Millie handed Candi her bottle full of pale yellow liquid. They both deposited their samples in the tray provided.

As they were about to leave Candi pulled Millie into her arms, hugged her and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you darling,” she whispered into Millie’s ear.

“You’re welcome Candi. Are we friends now?” she beamed.

Candi comprehended right then that Millie was alone and likely friendless. Her pretty, sweet, wide-eyed demeanour hid a girl who was lonely, unpretentious, and probably poor. In the harsh light of the restroom Candi could see that Millie’s poodle skirt, likely the best thing she owned but totally inappropriate for the occasion, was frayed at the hem and a little faded. Her blouse was the same and she noticed that Millie’s shoes were a little too big, presumably hand-me-downs or second-hand, and one stocking had an almost invisible repair near her ankle.

“Yes we are friends,” she squeezed Millie affectionately and then let her go.

“Come on; let’s get some lunch,” Candi smiled.

“I’m starving!” Millie giggled, but Candi thought she might have meant it literally.

“Ah! The prodigal daughters return,” Megan DeVille smiled at her own joke.

“Please partake of lunch; provided today care of Goldwing catering,” Megan gestured towards the buffet.

Candi could see the hunger in Millie’s eyes and saw that she was about pounce on the buffet.

Candi caught her wrist and held her back.

“Wait! Follow me,” she whispered.

Most of the other candidates were crowded around the buffet trying to load their plates.

Candi led Millie behind the buffet table.

“You take the drinks and I’ll serve the food,” she instructed.

Candi took the utensils away from the hungry diners and served them singly but promptly, making them individual plates of what they fancied.

Millie poured glasses of wine, beer and pop ensuring each beverage was poured into the correct glass and handing the drinks out with a napkin and providing ice to those who wanted it.

When the line to the banquet had dissipated, Candi made up four plates of food and put them on a tray. She nodded at Millie who put an assortment of drinks on a silver tray and followed Candi over to where Megan DeVille sat with the two portly men in business suits and offered them a selection, starting with Megan.

Megan looked intently at Candi and then gave her the faintest nod of approval and took the smallest meal being offered and a glass of champagne from Millie. Candi took the last plate of food over to Peter Snodgrass who had sat back to watch the others attack the buffet.

“Bravo and touche,” he gave Candi a mirthless smile.

Candi and Millie went back to the buffet and put their trays down.

“Look; I know you’re probably starving but remember what Megan DeVille said about being constantly assessed. Just take a small plate ok?” Candi said to Millie.

Millie looked regretfully at the banquet and then took a side plate on which she put a small selection of cold cuts as did Candi. They both poured a glass of water.

“Ok now we join the others; we make small talk and we smile. We smile and we pay complete attention to what they are saying,” Candi instructed.

“Even if they are arseholes,” Candi whispered and Millie giggled.

Candi and Millie sat down in the small group that had gathered around Megan DeVille and the two portly assistants. They were making small talk amongst themselves but Candi noticed Megan said very little and seemed to be appraising her charges.

The conversation seemed to be led by a gorgeous and confident twenty-something wearing a Versace skirt and blouse combo, Manolo Blahnik high heels and fifteen denier fashion hosiery. Her name was Christina Christensen and she obviously came from a very wealthy family.

She waved her long-stemmed glass of champagne around as she spoke like she was to the manor born.

“…and so I told mummy, I could get a job as a hostie any time I wanted and support myself,” she smugly finished a story she had been telling.

“Wow is that a Gucci handbag?” Millie pointed to the expensive bag under Christina’s seat.

Christina looked annoyed.

“Oh my god are you really wearing a poodle skirt? Is there going to be a sock-hop or a hoedown or something after?’ Christina contemptuously replied.

Everyone could tell that Millie was hurt but she kept smiling. Some of the others grinned; to them it was fun to see a vulture tear into a lamb.

“It’s the best dress I have I’m sorry. When I got selected for the audition I just put on my best but yes I suppose it isn’t really appropriate. I love what your wearing though Christina,” Millie replied, smiling her sweet smile.

“I prefer those that don’t know me to call me Miss Christensen,” she snapped.

“Oh I don’t know. I think anyone who has the gumption to wear a poodle dress today, and carry it off as well as Millicent does, deserves to be praised not ridiculed,” Candi chipped in.

“Yes I suppose there is gumption in wearing something, well, shall we say retro rather than old fashioned, unlike someone who turns up wearing a cheap business suit they bought off the rack in a department store,” Christina snapped back.

Candi blushed but inside she was seething.

“And oh my! Is that a Timex!” Christina pointed to Millie’s rectangular chrome watch with Roman numerals and black leather band.

Millie was such a sweet thing that she didn’t realise she was about to be ridiculed.

“Well mine’s just a crappy Patek Philippe. I wish I had something with character like yours,” Christina teased.

A few of the other girls were smirking; taking pleasure in watching Millie being made fun of while she didn’t even know it.

“Oh it’s a family heirloom; my mother got it from her mother and she gave it to me to wear today for luck,” Millie said proudly.

“So you came dressed in jumble sale clothes, wearing a cheap hand-me-down watch and darned stockings, hoping to become an airline stewardess?” Christina said contemptuously.

Millie’s smile faltered only momentarily but it broke Candi's heart when she saw that one second of pain. She saw Millie’s big blue wide eye’s water but her smile didn’t waver.

“I guess I just did the best I could Miss Christensen; I have to say you look beautiful today and I bet you will be selected as a stewardess for sure,” Millie smiled.

“You bet your mother’s cheap watch I will,” Christina snickered.

A single tear ran down Millie’s cheek but she quickly brushed it away hoping no one would notice.

“May I take your plate and glass Miss Christensen?” Millie asked.

Christina held out her dirty plate and turned away from Millie like she was some kind of hired help and began to talk to one of the other girls. Inside, Candi's anger turned to fury.

“No Millie; I’ll get it!” Candi hissed.

Candi leapt from her chair and took Christina’s plate and promptly dropped it in her lap.

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” Candi said whilst wiping at Christina’s blouse deliberately rubbing the mess into the fabric.

“Get away from me you harpy! You fucking cheap slut in a cheap suit!” Christina screamed.

Megan DeVille arose.

“Enough! I’ve seen enough! As if someone like you could ever be a Goldwing girl!” Megan roared.

She pointed at the glass doors to the conference room.

“That’s all; goodbye.”

Candi hung her head. She had come so far and had let this stuck-up bitch get under skin. Maybe she didn’t deserve to be an airline steward. She slowly walked to the back of the room to get her coat.

“Where are you going Miss Pops?” Megan inquired.

Candi turned around and saw the look of delight on Christian Christensen’s face turn to disappointment when Megan’s manicured, red-nailed, finger pointed at her.

“You! You privileged popinjay! You’re the harpy. You leave!”

Christina’s mouth worked but no sound came out.

“That’s all; goodbye,” Megan said and turned her back on Christina.

“Right ladies and gentleman. Please put away your plates, you may take another drink should you wish but please be seated for the last session of the day,” she announced.

The remaining fourteen cleaned away their plates and took their seats; some with glasses of wine, Candi and Millie took coffee. Megan DeVille and her two besuited squires took their places on the stage.

“Millicent Walker and Candace Pops please stand,” Megan began without ceremony

They both stood expecting that now they would be dismissed

“You will no longer be part of the selection process,” Megan announced.

Millie and Candi dropped their heads.

“You are already selected,” she smiled.

“Candace Pops I noticed that you welcomed Miss Walker when she arrived as soon as you noticed that she was nervous. You both served coffee to your peers whilst waiting for your interviews and then graciously served behind the banquet and tended to the staff. You have both been polite and showed decorum even when you were being insulted.”

“That’s a Goldwing flight steward through and through,” she concluded.

“Please take a seat to the side of the stage please.”

During the lunch break ten chairs had been set up on the side of the stage and the podium had been cleared away.

“Also, Miss Julie Newbury… congratulations; it’s going to be a boy. That’s all; goodbye,” Julie blushed a bright red and hurried out of the room.

“So! Only three to get rid of,” Megan quipped.

“Mister Johnson?” the other male candidate beside Peter Snodgrass got to his feet.

“Your credentials are impeccable. They are also counterfeit. That’s all; goodbye,” and Mister Johnson left, looking more than a little guilty.

“Mister Snodgrass, please take a seat next to Miss Walker. We have a place reserved for one male flight steward so I guess you’re in by default,” she said whimsically.

The remainder of the ladies were put through various scenarios to test their poise and attentiveness and it was eventually winnowed down to Porsche Berkinsdale and another girl named Katie Jones.

Megan DeVille and her two cohorts were huddled together concocting a final test to determine which of the two would be successful. The nine candidates who had already been selected were restless and Megan allowed them to wander off to get tea or coffee or go to the toilet and even use the smoking room.

They had all done so except for Porsche, Katie, Candi and Peter Snodgrass; even Millie had gone to use the ladies.

“Oh my god you’ve sat on something during lunch, please allow me to fix you,” Peter said to Katie and began to brush at the back of her skirt.

Porsche engaged Katie from the front.

“He’s such a gentleman; what’s the bet he’s gay?” she joked and Katie laughed.

She was unaware that Peter had tucked the hem of her skirt into the waistband of her pantyhose. Her derriere, encased in pink lace knickers and control-top pantyhose was on display for the whole world, and Katie was oblivious.

“Ok Miss Jones, proceed to the banquet, pour a glass of champagne and serve it to Mister Caputo. Pretend he’s a First Class passenger,” Megan set her, her task.

Katie did the task perfectly, totally unaware that her very pert young arse and shapely thighs were on display to everyone throughout the whole performance.

It was a wicked thing to do to someone who appeared to be such a nice person. But his was cutthroat. This was selection for flight steward training.

Megan DeVille shook her head throughout Katie’s performance and then she just pointed to the door. Katie left head down. She had pulled on her coat but her skirt was still hiked up and she didn’t know it.

Porsche and Peter took the last two seats on the stage.

“I should have let her go just for wearing control-top pantyhose. Hostesses only wear stockings or sheer-to-the waist pantyhose,” she stated.

“So…let me congratulate you all on your selection. You will attend Goldwing Airlines Flight Attendant Training Academy for four weeks instruction commencing next week,” Megan DeVille moved along the line of candidates and shook their hands.

“Mr Brown will now give you each an envelope containing your joining instructions and some cash to tie you over and to purchase a few requisites you will need at the Academy,” she said.

Sure enough Mr Brown came along the line and handed out large manilla envelopes to the ten selectees.

The candidates were invited to have a drink before they left and they all mingled and congratulated each other. Candi and Peter stood face to face and raised a glass to each other and smiled but were interrupted by Megan DeVille.

“You two pull any of the shit you pulled here today at my Academy and you’re out on your arses got it?”

They both looked perplexed.

“That stuck up cow Christina Christensen deserved what she got but Katie; well Katie gets to go around the buoy. I’ll make sure she gets selected in the next round,” Megan said.

“Now fuck off out of here and I’ll see you at the Academy,” she terminated their conversation and walked away.

“To Cruella DeVil,” Peter clinked his glass against Candi's.

The final chore of the day was for each of the candidates to be surreptitiously whisked away and measured for their uniforms. Once that task was completed they were free to leave.

Candi and Millie took the same lift down to the ground floor and they both rooted through their envelopes. Millie’s face lit up when she found a smaller envelope with twenty pounds in it.

They exited the building together and started down the marble steps when Candi came to a complete stop at the bottom.

John Benstead leaned on the bonnet of his Ford Escort panel van. His stylish long blonde hair hung down to his muscular shoulders. He was wearing the usual pair of tight jeans and tight T-shirt. The habitual cigarette hung out the corner of his mouth.

He was holding the biggest bunch of flowers Candi have ever seen and he dropped his cigarette in the gutter and held out the flowers and his face split into a wide grin.

“You’ve got some cheek!” Candi said.

“Who’s this?” Millie looked bemused.

“I’m Candi's friend,” John grinned.

“You’re not the druggie are you?” Millie asked.

John looked confused and Candi gave him a look that expressed ‘never mind’.

Candi snatched the bunch of flowers from John.

“You can take Millie home first and I might…I say I might… let you take me home after,” Candi said.

The three of them squished into the front seat of John’s small Ford Escort and Candi threw the flowers in the back. John and Millie hit it off immediately and chatted all the way to Millie’s house. While Millie was busy chatting Candi took the twenty pounds out of her own envelope and surreptitiously stuffed it into Millie’s.

Candi could have used the money but she knew that Millie needed it more.

They dropped Millie off outside of the modest flat that she shared with her mother and drove off.

“You’ve got a fucking cheek!” Candi scolded John now that Millie had gone.

“I knew you’d get selected,” John grinned.

“Don’t change the subject!” Candi admonished him.

“Bet that passport, those references and letters of employment were never questioned,” he continued.

“Well one guy was let go for having counterfeit documents so I guess they were ok,” she conceded.

“I told ya,” John rested his hand on Candi's knee and began to gently stroke it.

Candi deftly removed it and dropped it back on the steering wheel.

“So no reward?” he said cheekily.

“I paid you,” Candi smirked.

“Yeah but not full price,” John simpered.

“You got your reward,” Candi said sharply.

“I’ll buy you dinner,” John countered.

“And what will that cost me?” Candi brooded, looking straight ahead.

They were stopped at a red light and John turned to face her and gently turned her face to his.

“It won’t cost you anything. I just want to be in your company. I know what Tony did to you and I hate myself for it. I blame myself.”

“I, er, I feel something for you Candi. I really do; and I want to be with you,” John looked longingly into her eyes.

“Ok dinner. And a nice bottle of wine!” she grinned.

The car behind them blew its horn and John released the clutch.

“And no hanky panky,” Candi said.

“Of course not!” John replied solemnly.

Candi reached over and took John’s hand put it on her knee.

“Maybe a little,” she chuckled.

John smiled and stroked her knee.

Back at Candi's flat Candi was still on a high. She couldn’t believe that she had made it into the flight steward program. She was tempted to call Michelle immediately but resisted the temptation. She put her coat on a hook and threw the envelope on the desk, she would read the joining instructions later, for now she just wanted to relax. She put the flowers in a vase with some water.

John stood awkwardly in the living room.

“Pour me a drink John; I’m going to get out of this fucking suit,” Candi said as she climbed the stairs.

John poured two tumblers of scotch. He looked around the quiet little apartment wondering if he was supposed to just sit and wait. He shrugged his shoulders and climbed the stairs. He stopped outside Candi's bedroom door and inhaled a miasma of perfume, powder and makeup.

Candi had her back to him. She had dropped her jacket on the bed and was unbuttoning her blouse humming to herself. John smiled and leaned against the door jamb content to watch. Candi dropped her blouse beside the jacket and stretched; then she unzipped and dropped her skirt which pooled around her stockinged feet. She kicked it away.

She reached inside her panties and struggled for a few seconds and then dropped a panty-liner and a tangle of surgical tape on the floor, which she kicked away under the bed.

Candi was illuminated by the glow of lamplight dressed only in her white satin bra and panties, sheer tan holdup stockings and her high heels. To John she looked delectable.

She reached behind her back and tried to unclasp her brassiere. She was struggling.

John crept into the bedroom put down the drinks and moved behind her. He pulled her to him and she rubbed against him like a cat. He unhooked her bra and Candi caught it and dropped it on the bed. Standing like this with her back pressed against John she felt quite content but she was self conscious about the size of her small breasts.

John cupped each of her breasts and nuzzled her neck; he gently rubbed the little nubbins she had for nipples.

“They’re tiny,” she complained.

“They’re perfect,” he protested and kissed her pale neck below her ear.

“You know you are still on probation,” she smiled.

“I know,” he placed one arm across her breasts and the other around her tiny waist and hugged her.

Candi leaned back so that the back of her head rested on his shoulder.

“It’s been a hell of a day,” she sighed.

John released her and took the drinks from the bedside table where he had put them.

“Ow! I was enjoying that cuddle,” Candi pouted.

“Here,” he handed Candi a tumbler of scotch.

He clinked his glass against hers, smiled and sipped.

“To the hostess with mostest,” he grinned.

“That’s funny, Michelle called me that,” she licked her lips.

John pulled her waist to his and she leaned back so she could sip her scotch.

“Do you want a cigarette?” he asked.

Candi put her drink down and moved in closer and kissed him, sliding the tip of tongue quickly in and out of his mouth.

“No I want this,” she reached down and squeezed him through his jeans.

He was instantly erect.

“Are you sure it’s been a long day and…” Candi smashed her mouth against his.

“Shut up,” she gasped into his mouth.

John placed his hands under Candi's buttocks and she put her arms around his neck and hung on while he lifted her and carried her to the bed. She kicked off her high heels during the journey. He lay her on the bed, her head propped on the pillows and she sipped her drink while John stripped.

He climbed onto the bed, his long thin phallus a testament to his excitement.

Candi hitched up her buttocks and lifted her legs so that John could pull down her panties and then she rolled over on her belly.

She lay on the bed naked except for her stockings.

John kissed her feet and slowly made his way along her legs, kissing strategically as he went. He spent some time kissing her ankles and some more time kissing and caressing the backs of her knees.

“I love the little wrinkles in your stockings here,” he whispered as he softly kissed her there.

John made his way up her thighs and nuzzled the creamy white flesh above the welts of her stockings. He began to kiss the milky white soft globes of her bottom and he lay between her legs to do so. Her stockinged foot sought out his erect penis and stroked it.

“Mmm,” John murmured.

John played with Candi's buttocks; incessantly kissing them and caressing them with his lips. He lightly opened her buttocks so that he could access her puckered bud and he explored it with his tongue.

“Mmm,” that’s lovely, Candi cooed.

John licked and kissed the pink crinkle that was her sphincter; his cock was rock hard and he brushed it against Candi's gossamer-clad calf. She felt his warm wet precum on her leg.

John made to roll Candi over but she resisted.

“John. I’m not sure I’m ready for you to see me like this,” she whimpered.

“Why don’t you just fuck me in the arse doggy style,” she sighed.

John used all his strength and flipped Candi over on to her back. She slammed her legs together and cupped her genitals. She turned her face sideways on the pillow.

John was straddling her; his knees astride her waist. He leaned down and looked her in the eyes which were wet with tears.

“I don’t want to fuck you in the arse doggy style! I don’t want to fuck you any style!” he whispered.

“I want to make love to you. I want to make love to you while we face each other so that I can see your beautiful face, kiss your beautiful lips, and tell you how much I adore you.”

“But!” John shut her up by placing his lips on hers.

“But nothing,” he smiled.

“Yes but I have…you know,” she looked down with distaste.

“You mean this?” John reached down and removed Candi's hands from her genitals.

He softly kissed her and as he did he softly took her erect penis in his fingers and squeezed it. He kissed her harder and slid his fingers up and down the shaft of her cock. Candi opened her legs and he knelt between them.

She reached for him and found him erect and ready. She stroked him firmly but slowly and he reciprocated. Their kisses became urgent and Candi lifted her legs and put her calves around John’s waist. She removed his hand and lifted her hips higher. She reached for his phallus and nestled it in her puckered bud.

She broke the kiss and looked into John’s eyes lovingly and slowly impaled herself on his manhood.

She looked tenderly into his eyes and he in hers and then they kissed again.

John lay still, enjoying the sensation of his cock buried deep inside Candi's anus. She moved beneath him and slowly rocked her hips and they were fucking. Her own cock slithered against his hard belly. They started slow and sensual, kissing and caressing each other, cultivating their desire. They made love. With her legs wrapped around John’s waist, Candi could control the tempo and John pulled his penis all the way out of her until just his glans was inside and then he thrust forward.

Their kisses became frenzied and so did their fucking. They rutted against each other, increasing the pace; John pushed himself into Candi as deep as he could go and she thrust back against him and used her anal muscles to grip his hard cock and push her own cock against the slick flesh of his hard abdomen.

John came first. He fucked Candi hard and fast, moaning and groaning as his issue gushed forth inside her. Candi pulled him tightly to her; grinding herself against him, milking him of his seed as her own cock squirted between their bellies. They rutted and ground against each other until they were sated and then they lay in each other’s arms and kissed and fondled each other.

John lay on his back satisfied and looked up at the ceiling smiling.

“So just a little hank panky eh?” he grinned.

“Shut up and light me a cigarette,” Candi snuggled up to him.

To be continued.

“Welcome to the Stew Zoo,” said Marjorie Deakin.

She was dressed in a navy blue stewardesses uniform. Her form-fitting jacket had silver piping along the lapels and cuffs and a pair of silver wings clipped to her right breast. Her legs were clad in sheer black stockings and her feet shod in four-inch black patent leather high heels. Her hair was blonde, but dark roots were visible and she wore heavy makeup. Candi estimated that she was probably about forty.

“Ok. I’ll bite. Why the Stew Zoo?” Mandy McDonald asked.

“Well all the hosties call it that. It’s short for Stewardess Zoo I suppose,” Marjorie replied.

It was Candi's first day at school and the weekend leading up to it had been hectic.

John Benstead had wanted to stay the night on the evening Candi had passed the selection board. They had already made love three times and Candi wanted a little space so when she eased him out the door at one am on a cold and wintry Saturday morning he went reluctantly.

Candi went back to bed and snuggled under the covers dressed only in her knickers, stockings and negligee and she slept in. She was woken by a banging on her door around ten am and she stomped down the stairs ready to tear the face off whoever was at the door, but then she saw it was Michelle.

Candi invited her inside.

“You fucking slag!” Michelle barked.

“What?” Candi was still sleepy.

“You spend the night fucking with John Benstead and you can’t even be bothered telling your best friend that you got accepted into the flight steward training academy,” Michelle picked up the large manilla envelope and poured the contents on the desk.

“Look here are your joining instructions. Bet you haven’t even read them cause’ you’ve been too busy behaving like a slut!” Michelle slapped the document back on the desk.

Candi was caught totally off guard.

“I’m so sorry Michelle I was going to call you straight away but after what you said…” Michelle cut Candi off by pulling her into her arms and kissing and hugging her.

“Ha, ha, gotcha!” Michelle grinned.

“Congratulations darling. Of course I didn’t expect you to call me. Not when you had that hunk John Benstead in your bed,” Michelle raised her eyebrows.

“I didn’t know he was a tranny chaser, otherwise I might have taken him for myself,” she joked.

“So are you going to offer me a cup of tea?” Michelle asked.

“Sure honey; take a seat,” Candi replied.

Candi put on the kettle, warmed the pot and put the tea in it. She set up cups and saucers and when she reached into the cupboard for sugar she caught a glimpse of herself.

“Ow yuck!” she saw that most of her makeup had worn off and her hair was a mess.

She ducked into the hallway and fixed her makeup and brushed her hair in the hallstand mirror. Since she had become Candi full time, she had makeup and lingerie scattered all around the house. She was just like a real girl in the regard. Candi was spraying herself with perfume when Michelle came up behind her with two cups of tea.

“Coffee, tea, or me?” she joked.

“Sorry; I got so busy freshening up that I forgot the tea,” Candi apologised.

“But since you ask; I’ll take you,” Candi took the two cups from Michelle and put them down on the sideboard.

Michelle was wearing high heels and Candi was in stocking feet, John wouldn’t let Candi take her stockings off when they made love so they were laddered and she had left them on overnight, so Candi had to get on her tippy toes to kiss Michelle.

The girls kissed; their lipstick merging and their tongues entwining.

Candi eased Michelle back into the lounge room without breaking the kiss. Michelle felt the stuffed armrest of the lounge against the back of her knees. She broke the kiss briefly.

“Babe, I really only came around here to congratulate you. I have to work today; I have a meeting this morning,” Michelle explained.

Candi looked sad and pouted.

“But…I do have time for a quick shag and I really want one. Just a quickie ok?” Michelle grinned coyly.

Michelle was wearing a short skirt and sixty denier winter tights which she simply pulled down to her knees along with her knickers. She hadn’t needed to gaff because the heavy tights held her penis snugly between her legs but it was now semi-erect.

Candi was at full tumescence as Michelle released her prick from her panties. Michelle dropped to her knees and sucked Candi for a little while; then jumped back up to her feet and bent over the armrest.

“Fuck me babe,” she looked back over her shoulder invitingly.

Candi stood between Michelle’s legs with her penis nestled in Michelle’s anal bud which had been pre-lubricated by Michelle in anticipation.

Candi pushed her groin forward and her cock slid easily into Michelle’s tight anus.

“Oh yummy!” Michelle sighed.

“Oh yummy indeed!” Candi agreed and began to slowly fuck Michelle.

Michelle wriggled her buttocks to encourage Candi to fuck her and Candi grabbed Michelle’s hips and began to fuck her with long slow strokes.

“Mmm! God your arse is nice and tight this morning,” Candi gasped.

“And your cock is nice and big. Now shut up and fuck me hard!” Michelle pushed back and ground her buttocks into Candi's groin.

The two beautiful transvestites fucked each other hard and fast. Candi came deep inside Michelle and squeezed Michelle’s cock as she too ejaculted onto Candi's throw rug.

Candi leaned over Michelle, exhausted and sweaty, her penis slowly deflating.

“Thank you darling. Just what I needed, a quickie before work. Now get off me so I can drink my tea and get to the office,” Michelle chuckled.

Candi pulled her cock out of Michelle’s anus and wiped at the trickle of semen that dribbled from her sphincter with the throw rug, which was now destined for the wash. This was pragmatic sex and Candi cleaned Michelle as best she could and then wiped herself and slipped her cock back inside her panties while Michelle pulled up her tights and knickers and straightened her skirt.

They kissed briefly, then Michelle downed her tepid tea and kissed Candi again. She fixed her lippy in the hallstand mirror before she went to the door.

“Once again, congratulations babe and thanks for the fuck. I’ve really gotta go,” she said and was out the door like a dervish.

Their uniforms were laid out before them, brand new and tailor made. The uniform consisted of a navy blue tight pencil skirt, the hem cut to rest six inches above the knee; a form-fitting jacket with red piping along the lapels and a long sleeved white cotton blouse for winter and short-sleeved for summer. Two pairs of black patent leather shoes one pair with four-inch heels and one pair with two-inch heels sat beside the two full uniforms and four blouses. Next to their uniforms was a little pillbox hat that the hosties were required to wear when not actually on the plane.

“You were all provided with twenty pounds in your joining instructions to pay for your lingerie,” Marjorie Deakin said.

“As per those instructions you should have arrived with two brassieres and panties, black, and four pairs of 15 denier pantyhose or hold-up stockings, your choice, flesh-toned or tan. Suspender belts, slips, petticoats or underskirts are not permitted. Your uniform is cut to fit your shape perfectly so other than bra and knickers, no other foundation garments are permitted.”

“Besides; at your age, you shouldn’t need them,” she frowned.

“Also you will be weighed daily whilst here at the school and weekly once you graduate; you are expected to keep your figure while you are a Goldwing girl.”

“Well; for those with any class, keeping one’s figure comes naturally. I can’t speak for anyone else though,” Porsche Berkinsdale looked pointedly at Mandy McDonald and Millicent Walker.

“Oi! ‘To the Manor Born’! You keep that snooty attitude up and you’re libel to wake up with a poo in your zoo!” Mandy shot back.

“Decorum ladies. Decorum please!” Marjorie ordered.

There were nine young women lined up along the bench including Candace Pops, Millicent Walker, Porsche Berkinsdale, Mandy McDonald and Katie Jones.

As Megan DeVille had predicted after the selections on Friday, Katie Jones had gone ‘around the buoy’ and taken the place of another candidate who had come down with measles.

“So where’s Peter Snodgrass? Why isn’t he here?” Mandy asked, her Welsh accent prominent.

“The two males are conducting their initiation elsewhere. Do you really want to try on your uniforms in front of them or have them try on theirs in front of you?” Marjorie said a little contemptuously.

“I don’t know. That could be exciting,” Mandy chortled.

Porsche turned up her nose.

“I bet when you were at school you’d show a boy your knickers for a bite of his toffee apple,” she sneered.

“Right! Enough of this! I want you ladies to take your uniforms back to your dorms and try them on. Then I want you in the classroom in thirty minutes,” Marjorie slapped the bench.

The girls had been allowed to pair up and those who didn’t have a preference were assigned their digs two to a room, or ‘cabin’ as they were referred to here at the Stew Zoo. Candi and Millie were bunking together as where Katie Jones and Mandy McDonald. Because of the uneven numbers Porsche Berkinsdale had a cabin to herself, which she of course, considered her right.

There were two male flight attendants, Peter Snodgrass and Brian Brinsmead, they of course shared the same cabin.

The nine female trainees mustered in the classroom which was furnished with two long tables with six chairs per table. There was a name plate in front of each seat, a large text book, a writing pad, pens, pencils and a glass of water.

Around the classroom were mannequins dressed as flight attendants in various poses, one with an inflated lifejacket around her neck. Part of the classroom was a mock up of a section of an aircraft cabin complete with seating and an in-flight kitchen. The walls were covered with posters, diagrams of aircraft layouts and boards with various flight safety devices affixed to them.

Candi was glad to find the classroom seating arrangement mirrored their cabin allocations and so she found herself sitting next to Millie.

“Ok ladies please be seated and we will begin,” Marjorie shouted over the din as the girls all greeted and admired each other dressed for the first time in their uniforms.

“As you can see our two male counterparts are not here; they are receiving instruction elsewhere regarding how to wear our uniform and Goldwing employee dress standards,” she started.

“So. About your uniform,” Marjorie pointed to a mannequin she had positioned in the centre of the room.

“Goldwing has been operating aircraft with stewardess embarked since the nineteen forties. You are wearing our latest uniform designed by Emilio Pucci.”

“I see most of you are wearing it correctly but here are some of the rules you must always abide by. You must always wear your jacket and four-inch high heels and hat when you are not actually in the aircraft. You can remove your hat after you have embarked and your high heels can be replaced by low heels when all passengers are seated.”

“Jackets may only be removed in-flight with the approval of the senior flight steward or purser.”

“Always carry spare hosiery, replace laddered or snagged stockings at the first opportunity.”

“Your makeup must be perfect at all time. Check it often.”

“Ok some details about your uniform. You will notice you have red piping and wings on your uniform. This indicates you are a junior flight steward. Fully trained stewards wear silver and of course senior flight stewards and pursers wear gold,” she explained.

“Even the insert in your kick pleat is red. You will notice that your skirts are very tight; hence the kick pleats to allow you freedom of movement, especially when you are kneeling or bending over.”

“You will also notice I am wearing black stockings. Ground based staff may wear black or flesh-toned hosiery, flight stewards must wear flesh-toned or tan hosiery and they must be fifteen denier or higher quality,” she clarified.

“Why?” Mandy McDonald asked.

“You’re going to be a pain in my arse aren’t you?” Marjorie blew at her fringe, exasperated.

Marjorie jumped up and sat on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs and rummaging around in her purse to find her cigarettes.

“You! Loudmouth Welsh girl, open the windows,” she nodded at Mandy.

“Ok girls, smoke em’ if you got em’ and this will be the last time you smoke in here. I’m going to tell you something while the men aren’t here that you are never to repeat; and certainly not to Megan DeVille.”

“Goldwing has been using their stewardesses like corporate geishas since they employed their first hostesses back in the forties. They are going to tell you how to stand, how to walk, how to style your hair, how to make yourself up, you can be suspended for forgetting one’s hat or being caught smoking in uniform.”

“You have been selected for your pheromonal impact girls! That’s sex appeal, Wendy,” she smiled at Wendy to let her know she wasn’t being personal.

“You will notice that this facility is basically a cross between Acapulco and a POW camp. It’s designed to keep you happy but untouched until you finish your training, hence the security, curfews and guards.”

“Make no bones about it girls; you are walking billboards for Goldwing Airlines. So long as those dumb businessmen admire you and imagine that they might get to touch your legs, arses, tits and kiss your pretty faces, they are likely to fly Goldwing.”

“So yes we are trolley dollies and flying sex objects but would I rather do anything else? No way! I have loved every minute of being a stewardess and I’d do it all over again given the opportunity.”

“So there! That’s, that. So put those fags out and start paying attention!”

The morning lesson was finished at noon and then it was time for lunch. They joined up with Peter Snodgrass and Brian Brinsmead in the café where an interesting incident occurred.

Katie Jones walked up to Peter Snodgrass and slapped him across the face.

“You know what that’s for!” she growled.

Those who hadn’t been there on Friday were bemused but were soon informed of the incident where Peter had tucked the back of Katie’s skirt into her pantyhose to ruin her final test and ensure that Porsche Berkinsdale got selected instead.

“Ok I deserved it! But what about her?” Peter pointed at Porsche.

“Her I forgive. I would have done the same to her if it guaranteed me a position with Goldwing. You on the other hand only did what you did to abet her for some sort of monetary or sexual recompense I dare say,” Katie said and Porsche blushed guiltily.

There were three choices for lunch. All of them salads. Undoubtedly Goldwing intended for them to gain no weight during training.

Candi and Millie took their lunches to a table where Peter Snodgrass, Porsche Berkinsdale, Katie Jones and Mandy McDonald were sitting. They had become a team of sorts since they had been in the same group during induction.

Millie pushed her salad around her plate.

“Fuck me this ain’t dinner; this is rabbit food. Lettuce is what food eats! Give me a good cottage pie any day,” she whined in her East London accent.

“Isn’t not ‘ain’t’ Millie; it’s ‘isn’t’. You want to pass diction and decorum don’t you?” Katie corrected her.

“So ladies did you get the brief on hosties being walking advertisements for Goldwing and keeping your seams straight etcetera,” Peter forked a pile of salad into his mouth.

“You do know all about this place don’t you?” Wendy said.

“I told you about the need to know everything about one’s adversary. Did they spin you the story about the different coloured piping on our uniforms?” he asked.

“Yep,” Candi replied.

She was quickly getting over Peter’s know it all attitude.

“You know what the pilots say about the different coloured wings the hosties wear?” he continued.

“No. But you’re going to tell us,” Candi yawned.

“When they fuck a hostie they metaphorically take her wings. They make bets on who can accumulate the most wings over a three month period. One silver wing is worth three red wings,” he grinned.

“What about the gold wings then; what are they worth,” Wendy asked.

“Well they say any hostie who’s been around long enough to earn her gold wings isn’t married for a reason. She’s either too ugly or a lezzo,” he scoffed.

The afternoon training was really boring; all about the history of Goldwing Airlines. The students really wanted to get stuck into hands-on training but there was no argument to be made that would change the Academy’s curricula.

That evening after dinner Candi and Millie settled into their cabin. The room was spacious with two double beds with bedside tables and lamps. There was a coffee table with two armchairs and a little kitchenette where they could make tea and coffee. They shared an ensuite bathroom and toilet and this was where Candi had to be careful for obvious reasons.

Candi had perfected her gaff. She used a tucking technique whereby she could contract her testes into her inguinal canal and then tuck her penis between her legs. Because she was wearing pantyhose every day she simply used a slim sanitary pad to flatten out the area, pulled on her pantyhose then pulled her panties over top. There was no unsightly bulge.

Of course this took time and privacy and she also had to shower and use the toilet too so she always ensured she was alone and locked the door to the bathroom. She didn’t mind sharing the bathroom to put on makeup and so forth. Millie was fine with this as she too was very shy and liked her privacy.

They took turns using the bathroom and changing into their night gowns. Millie wore pink nylon baby doll pyjamas and Candi wore a black satin negligee with black pantyhose to help keep her gaff in place. She told Millie that she wore tights because they helped keep her legs warm and it was in fact very cold even though they had the heating cranked up.

They drank cocoa and chatted away, getting to know each other better until they were both tired. It had been a long first day.

Candi was woken up in the early hours. Millie was shouting and crying in her sleep. Candi padded across the cold floor and climbed into bed beside Millie and cuddled her.

“Are you ok Millie?” she asked.

“Oh dear! Did I do it again?” Millie sighed.

“What do you mean?” Candi asked.

Millie turned around and snuggled up to Candi.

“You are so nice to me Candi. I think I can trust you. I want to tell you something so you understand, but please, this must be kept a secret,” Millie put her head into Candi's shoulder and Candi patted her hair.

“Sure babe,” Candi replied.

“Remember last week at the selections when I did the urine test for you and I said: ‘There’s nothing worse than preggers honey. Unless of course the fathers is…well let’s not go there,’” Millie shivered and Candi held her closer.

“Well now I’m going to go there,” Millie told her story.

Millie’s mother was sixteen when Millie was borne and despite the advice of family and friends she had kept and raised Millie. It was a hard task, not helped by the fact that her mom was a single mother who worked her way through a succession of boyfriends, some stayed for a while, most didn’t.

The current lazy parasite living in their house was a man named Randall Cunningham who Millie guessed was at least five years younger than her mother. To make it worse, this time Millie’s mother had married the slacker in a civil ceremony at the Registry Office, making him Millie’s stepfather; not that he behaved that way.

Millie was seventeen and Randall was twenty eight and Millie’s mother worked long hours so Millie was often left on her won to look after the house and as a consequence, Randall. Millie found the situation really uncomfortable and made any excuse she could not be home alone with him; but that didn’t last long.

Millie had begun to notice that Randall was taking more than a passing interest in her and her friends. Millie was in her senior year and was glad that the school had a compulsory school uniform because the family had little money for clothes. Like most of the girls at her school she had altered the hem of her skirt to show off her legs and wore her blouse unbuttoned at the top. This was done of course to attract boys her own age but it also had the adverse effect of drawing Randall’s attention to her blossoming bosom and long coltish legs.

Being seniors the girls were allowed to wear tights and of course they bent the rules and wore the sheerest pantyhose they could afford. Millie was so poor that she shoplifted packets of Pretty Polly pantyhose from the local corner shop. That is until the owner, fifty-five year old Mr Grimsby, caught her.

He knew who she was and he knew of her circumstances so he took her out the back of his shop to his little flat and gave her an ultimatum. He wouldn’t call the police, in fact she could have two pairs of nylons free every week, if she paraded around in front of him wearing her nylons and let him masturbate on her legs.

Millie was naïve but not stupid. She knew that men, especially older men, liked young girls like herself and she knew that they often had fetishes.

“So you just wanna wank on me legs? No touching or putting yer thing on me or in me?” she asked.

Mr Grimsby nodded emphatically and they struck a deal.

On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons Millie would come to the shop and duck out back where she would remove her skirt and kick off her shoes and parade up and down in front of Mr Grimsby who would take out his Johnson and give it a tug. When he was ready Millie would approach and he would ejaculate on her thighs or on her feet; whichever took his fancy on the day. She would take off the cum-sodden hose and give them to Mr Grimsby. Millie was then entitled to take a new pair of Pretty Pollies from the shop at no cost.

Senior girls were also allowed to wear makeup, the rule actually stated ‘girls in the senior years may wear cosmetics provided their makeup up is unobtrusive’. Of course all the girls abused the privilege and wore heavy makeup, especially eyeliner, mascara and lipstick.

When Millie came home Randall would be sitting in the ratty overstuffed armchair with a cigarette in his mouth pretending to read the racing form. He’d check out Millie and her friends, if she bought any home, dressed in their tiny pleated skirts, their long nylon-clad legs on display, their budding titties busting out of their school blouses and their pretty, overly made-up faces.

Millie and her friends would notice his growing erection and deliberately flash their knickers or tits at him to tease him which was fine while her friends were still there but she would have to fight off his advances when they left.

He’d chase her around the lounge room and at first they’d pretended it was a game and when he caught her he’d pull her into his lap on the old overstuffed chair.

Millie would wiggle to try to escape and her skirt would ride up and her satin knickers would rub into his crotch while her held her. Sometimes when she got out of his lap her bum would be wet and so would the front of his jeans. She knew what had happened

Then one day he held her struggling in his lap and she felt him trying to undo his fly.

“Stop Randall! Don’t! I’ll tell mom!” she cried.

“But if you’re nice to me I’ll give you a fiver. I know you can use the money to buy a nice dress or records,” he whispered frantically in her ear; his lust running high.

Millie stopped struggling and let him take out his cock. It’s not like what she was doing with Randall was any different to what she doing with Mr Grimsby really; and it sure paid better.

Randall pushed his hard cock into the folds of Millie’s vagina through the translucent fabric of her panties and pantyhose. She had to admit that it felt nice after a while and she adjusted herself so that it rubbed against that special spot that she sometimes stroked alone in bed. Randall slid his hand inside her bra and squeezed her titties and made her nipples hard.

She became wet and started to groan as he rubbed harder and she orgasmed when his cock shuddered and flooded her knickers with warm semen.

“It’s our secret,” Randall murmured in her ear.

Millie lifted herself up and spun around in the chair to face him.

“It’s our secret as long as you pay me,” she smiled.

So a couple of times a week Millie would sit in Randall’s lap and let him panty-bang her. Then one afternoon he’d been drinking and was a little more aggressive.

Randall had his cock out and was rubbing it on Millie’s pussy as usual and she was grinding away against him enjoying it as much as he was when suddenly she felt his fingers down there.

“What are you doing! Oh my god!” Millie moaned.

Randall had tore a hole in her pantyhose gusset and slid his cock inside her before she knew what was going on. All Millie knew was that it felt really nice. She was no virgin but this was the first time she’d been fucked by a man who knew what he was doing instead of some fumbling boy.

His hard cock felt so nice buried inside her and he used his fingers to stroke her clitty while he fucked her with long slow strokes.

“And that was all fine until he made me preggers,” Millie finished the story.

“And that’s what I meant when I said ‘There’s nothing worse than preggers honey. Unless of course the father is your stepfather’, which is what happened to me,” she said.

“Of course I had to have an abortion and mom soon figured out that Randall was the dad and gave him the heave ho. That’s how I came to be living at home with just me and mom, skint as a couple of paupers but now I have this job,” Millie smiled, her face only inches from Candi's.

“But sometimes I have nightmares about the abortion. It was horrible. It hurt and I was sick for long time after.”

“I’m so sorry Candi,” Millie cried.

“You have nothing to be sorry for baby,” Candi stroked Millie’s back.

Candi hugged Millie close; her nylon baby-doll pyjamas rubbing against Candi's satin negligee and pantyhose was quite stimulating and Candi was very pleased to be securely gaffed.

Candi kissed Millie on the forehead.

“I’ve got you baby; I’m right here. Sleep tight,” Candi said.

Millie snuggled up to Candi and was asleep in a few seconds

To be continued.

"You are more likely to die crossing the street than in an airline accident," Marjorie Deakin said.

As usual she was dressed in her navy blue stewardesses uniform, legs clad in sheer black stockings and her feet shod in four-inch black patent leather high heels; her blonde hair and heavy makeup.

"But we take safety serious here at Goldwing and today we will be teaching you how to operate the safety devices on all of our Goldwing aircraft," Marjorie continued.

"Check out Peter and Brian; they haven't taken their eyes off Deakin's tits, legs and arse since she walked in," Katie Jones whispered to Mary McDonald.

"Yeah; those two know they can't touch us girls with the red wings while we're in the Stew Zoo," Mandy replied.

"So I want you to open your exercise books to chapter seven: cabin doors and escape slides," Marjorie said.

Candi opened her book and then snapped it shut in horror.

Inside the book, tucked into one of the pages was a cartoon that had been torn out of an X-rated magazine. The cartoon was of an airline hostess reclining in a chair with her legs open and her skirt hiked up. Sticking up out of her pink frilly panties was a huge erection. Written in permanent marker at the bottom of the cartoon was written: 'I know what you are!'

Candi was pale and started to shake. Who had done this and why? Candi looked around the classroom staring suspiciously at everyone; they were all heads down in their exercise books.

"Fuck!" she hissed.

"Yes Miss Pops?" Marjorie asked.

"Nothing," Candi replied but her mind was racing.

They spent the morning going over the procedure for locking the main doors and crosschecking and then opening them normally, then opening them in emergency mode and the same routine for the over-wing emergency exits.

"This afternoon we're going over to the pool area to activate the escape slides, slide down them and then practice in-water lifesaving techniques," Marjorie announced.

"We used to let students conduct this module in bathing costumes but airline regulations now require that to be certified in the procedure you must be dressed in your uniforms because that's what you'd be wearing in a real emergency."

"Excuse me Miz Deakin. Does this mean one of our brand new uniforms is going to be ruined when we jump into the water. That seems a little excessive," Porsche Berkinsdale asked in her snooty whine.

"Well excuse me Miss Berkinsdale, as a matter of fact we have spare uniforms for you to wear over at the on-water training facility. They are old uniforms that we use for training purposes only, but they do the job. Hope you don't mind wearing your own knickers and bra and I suggest an old pair of pantyhose too," Marjorie clipped back at her.

Brian Brinsmead shot up his hand but Marjorie waved it down.

"We have some male uniforms too, so you two gentlemen will be looked after," she anticipated his question.

Candi looked around at the other trainees over lunch looking for any suspicious behaviour but there was nothing obvious; no one was staring at her or appeared to be taking undue interest. But someone had put that cartoon in her book and that someone knew or suspected that she was a transvestite.

For the afternoon training session they went over to Goldwing's on-water training facility which was basically a heated pool that had a mock up of an aircraft fuselage running along one side. There were life rafts, life rings and other life saving devices floating on the water; where a miasma of steam rose from the warm water in the cold air.

"Thank fuck the water is heated," Katie Jones commented as they filed past on their way to the change room.

In the ladies change room there was a rail running along one wall with clothes hooks. Hanging from the hooks were flight stewardess uniforms; although they were dry they had obviously been soaked many times as they were unironed and faded.

There was also a stack of fresh towels and a box containing tubes of moisturiser

"Ok ladies; select a uniform. It doesn't need to fit that well; its going to be soaked soon anyway," Marjorie said.

"You are going to be in the water for a while ladies and gents; I recommend you use some moisturiser before and after you get wet."

The girls all grumbled; they were not looking forward to getting wet. The women self-consciously started to strip down to their underwear. They kicked off their shoes and undressed down to knickers, bras and pantyhose, pulled on the wrinkled blouses, skirts and jackets and followed Marjorie in their stockinged feet to the aircraft fuselage.

Peter and Brian were waiting for them dressed in wrinkled suits.

They spent an hour going through practical emergency door exit techniques including launching the slides and life rafts. Then it was time to jump down the slides. No one was wearing shoes but other than that they were fully dressed. Peter Snodgrass and Brian Brinsmead thought the whole thing was a hoot. Candi had to take Millie by the hand to encourage her for their first attempt. They slid down the slides and landed in the life rafts at the bottom which wasn't too bad.

Of course there was the highjinks you expected when you get a gaggle of women flopping about in a large rubber raft, but that was soon put a stop to.

"Time to get wet ladies," Marjorie yelled from poolside.

The stewards were ordered out of the rafts to conduct in-water survival. It was uncomfortable being fully dressed in the water but at least the water was warm.

"Ok ladies and gents. If this was to happen for real and you were outside the raft you would have to huddle together to keep warm and preserve your body heat, plus as a group you are easier for the rescuers to find," Marjorie yelled over the noise from the pool.

Oh course the highjinks continued now that they were in the water; they splashed and dunked each other playfully.

"Ladies! Ladies! Gentlemen!" Marjorie yelled trying to take charge.

"There are three rafts in the pool I want you to break up into groups, find a raft, then hang onto it and perform the group huddle as I have described," Marjorie shouted.

The noise and highjinks tomfoolery in the pool wouldn't stop so Marjorie moved on to the next test.

"Ok you won't shut up and do what you're told maybe this will work. You are also required to be able to conduct survival at sea at night. Hit it James!" she yelled and the huge overhead lights went out one at a time until the whole area was in total darkness.

"Jeez! Fuck! Oi!" and many more expletives came from the pool.

"Ok students. I told you that if the plane lands in the water at night and you find yourselves out of the life rafts and separated, try and find other survivors and huddle," Marjorie yelled at her charges.

"That'll shut the fuckers up and keep them busy for a while," she chuckled and ducked out a side door and lit a cigarette.

Candi found herself alone in the dark dog paddling around calling out for the others. The trouble was they were all yelling and their voices echoed around the huge indoor arena and it was almost impossible to tell where anyone else was.

Candi was a poor swimmer and hated going to the pool or the beach but of course she hadn't put that on her application. She had lied on the application form and said she was a good swimmer who had attained her Bronze Star swimming certificate at school. Another document that John Benstead had forged for her.

Eventually Candi found the side of the pool where she clung to the safety rail and caught her breath. She looked around but it was pitch dark and she couldn't see even an inch in front of herself. She knew she needed to leave the side of the pool and swim over to others. She couldn't make out individual voices over the general raucous but she had a vague idea where they were. She was wet, tired and more than a little bit scared.

Suddenly Candi became aware of a presence behind her. A body pressed against her and the person's arms gripped the rail on either side of her, trapping her against the tiled surface.

At first she thought it was another student looking for someone to join up with as they had been taught to do. But then she felt the man's body press harder against her. He grunted in her ear.

"I know who you are bitch. Don't move and don't scream."

"Did you like the cartoon I left you?"

The voice was emotionless which was terrifying.

"Who are you?" Candi whimpered.

"Never mind who I am. I know who you are and more importantly what you are," the man hissed, his voice disguised and unidentifiable.

"Turn around bitch," he ordered.

Candi turned around in the dark. Letting go of the rail she had no choice but to grip the man's shoulders to stay afloat.

She felt the man's lips on her neck; he nuzzled and licked at her.

"You smell nice and taste nice; just like a real woman. God you even feel like one," the man pressed harder against her, rubbing his groin into her belly.

Candi had no choice but to hang onto the man's shoulders and wrap her legs around his. It was either that or drown.

"Yes that's right bitch; use me as your lifesaver. You know what happens to lifesavers?," the man asked.

Candi shook her head but realised the man wouldn't see it in the dark.

"No?" she blubbered.

Although the water was warm, she was shivering.

"Saviours get rewarded. You know what I want for my reward?" the man grinned in the dark.

"Nnn No?" Candi snivelled.

"Well first off I want a kiss. Not a kiss like you kiss your mom; a proper kiss," the man smirked.

"Nnn No!" Candi shook her head violently.

The man placed his hand on Candi's scalp and pushed. Her head bobbed below the water and as it was pitch black she immediately became disorientated. She scrambled against the stranger and gripped him tighter with her arms and legs. The man let her head rise and she drew in lungs full of air, gasping.

"Mmm. You seem to want to hold me very, very close; does that mean you're starting to like me?" the man whispered in her ear.

"I think you are?" he listened to Candi get her breath back.

"So...about the kiss...or?" he placed his hand back on her scalp.

"No! Don't! I'll kiss you!" she screamed.

"Shush now baby we don't want anyone else to spoil our fun now do we?" the man shut her up by pressing his wet lips against hers.

Candi allowed him to kiss her; she remained emotionless in his arms.

"That's not the deal baby; you're supposed to kiss me but if you don't think I've earned it well," the man put his hand back on her scalp and began to press down.

Candi scrambled against him and smashed her lips against his. She kissed him hard and passionately; driving her tongue into his mouth.

"Is that ok?" she gasped, getting her breath.

"Yeah I kind of like that. Who told you to stop?" the man closed his lips on hers and Candi had no choice but to respond to his kisses.

The man pressed her back against the side of the pool and she soon felt an ominous bulge growing in the front of his pants.

"Look what you've done to me," he whispered.

"Oh! Of course you can't see. Feel what you've done to me," the man took one of her hands off his shoulder and placed it outside his trousers against his erection.

He kissed her harder, driving his tongue into Candi's mouth.

Candi tentatively squeezed the man's cock through his trousers. She didn't know how long the lights would be out for but she was hoping that if she didn't antagonise the man too much she could string him along until the lights came back on and find out who this arsehole was .

The man broke the kiss and whispered in her ear.

"Right about now I'd start playing with your tits if you were a woman. I know you've got little titties inside that bra but nothing worth taking my time over. And as you don't have a cunt that only leaves me one thing to play with. Besides; time is running out sweetie," the man panted in her ear.

"Unless you want to see how long you can hold your breath underwater you better take out my cock and treat it right," he gasped.

Candi was pragmatic. It's not like she hadn't been forced to relieve a man before and she had no interest in drowning. She figured if she could masturbate this guy to orgasm he would lose interest in her and leave her alone.

She opened the man's flies and reached inside his Y-fronts and found a semi-tumescent penis. It quickly distended as she wrapped her fingers around it. It had plenty of heft and girth and Candi hoped that all she had to do was wank it off. It was strange stroking the cock underwater, the precum washed away pretty much as soon as it leaked from the eye of the cock.

"Mmm that's nice but it's a bit rough not having any lube on it," the man groaned into Candi's ear.

"Let's try this," the man reached into his coat pocket and extracted an object.

"See I'm a Boy Scout' I came prepared," he chortled in Candi's ear as he shoved a tube into her hand.

Candi wondered what it was the man had put in her hand but soon realised it was a tube of moisturiser from the box in the change room. The man had obviously planned this well in advance.

With no other option Candi unscrewed the tube and squeezed a gobbet of the viscous cream onto her fingers and returned to masturbating the man.

"Mmm that's better," he moaned and started kissing her again.

Candi felt the man's penis swell and begin to pulse as she stroked it, ensuring her fingertips massaged his fraenulum to induce maximum pleasure and hopefully invoke a quick orgasm. The man kissed her harder and fucked her fist as she clung to him.

He snatched the tube of moisturiser back and squeezed more into his fingers and then applied it to his shaft as Candi stroked his thick hard member under the water.

Candi was kissing him frantically and squeezing his cock, sensing he was close to climax.

"Nice try sweetums but I'm not coming that way," the man hissed into her mouth.

"Noooo!" Candi cried out as the man lifted her buttocks.

Candi struggled and squirmed and tried to break out of his grasp. She'd take her chance in the pool rather than let this man defile her. The trouble was she couldn't extricate herself from his grip. She tried pushing away from him and he held onto her legs and pushed her down and she inhaled a mouthful of water.

He let her rise to the surface still hanging onto her legs and Candi spat water and struggled, splashing around with her arms so she wouldn't go under again. The man used his strength and pulled her to him and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

"Now that was silly wasn't it," he growled in her ear.

He felt her nod her head vigorously and clung to him like a limpet.

"Now. Where were we? Oh yes," the man began to kiss her again and Candi took a deep breath and reciprocated.

"Better; but use more tongue," the man chuckled.

Candi complied and French kissed him. If anything his cock had got bigger and it was stabbing at her belly.

"Let's try again shall we?" the man lifted her buttocks and tore out the crotch of her pantyhose.

"Mmm! Nice," his finger, lubricated with the moisturiser, slid inside the gusset of her panties and explored her puckered sphincter.

"Oh!" Candi yelped into his mouth.

"You like that huh?" she could feel the man grin as he kissed her.

She felt him fumbling with the moisturiser and then she was lifted into what was obviously a more comfortable position for the man.

He pressed her down and she felt pressure on her sphincter. This was no finger. This was the lubricated glans of his penis and it began to stretch her tight little hole.

"Oh god that hurts!" Candi cried into his shoulder.

"Shhh sweetums; it will only hurt a bit until its inside," then he pressed her down harder and thrust up.

Candi wriggled and kicked her feet against him and hammered her fists on his back but the man kept pushing and his huge cock slowly penetrated her causing her the most excruciating pain.

"Shhh, shhh sweetums; we're nearly there," the man pushed harder.

Candi sobbed but she had no choice but to hold onto his shoulders as he gripped her buttocks and pulled her down onto his hard, hot cock. It felt like a red hot poker.

Finally his fully engorged penis was buried inside her and his groin pressed against her buttocks.

"Nice," he whispered in her ear.

"Ok here comes the good bit," he grunted and Candi was filled with dread.

But the man surprised her. He eased himself partially out of her and applied more moisturiser to his shaft and to her anus until eventually his enormous phallus was deep inside Candi but was not causing her any pain.

If anything it was just a little uncomfortable and Candi wriggled her bum until she got his cock sitting comfortably inside her.

"See it's not too bad is it?" the man chuckled.

"You're a pig!" Candi spat at him.

"I suppose I am. But I'm going to fuck you anyway," he said.

And he did. Slowly pulling his cock out nearly all the way and then pushing it back in just as slow. Try as she might Candi could not stop the lust building inside her. The way the man was holding her, or more to the point, the way she was holding onto the man, supported by the water, it was perfect! His penis was precisely angled to push against her prostate.

The man held her buttocks and lifted her slowly up and down as he kissed her. Candi kissed him back and her kisses became more passionate. She was so aroused and she wanted to be fucked, harder, faster and deeper but the man just gently caressed her buttocks and slowly eased himself in and out of her.

"Oh fuck this!" Candi growled.

She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs tightly around him and rode him. She bounced up and down on his cock, driving it inside her as far as it would go, ensuring it pressed on the special place.

"Fuck me!" she grunted.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she howled and pressed her lips back against his and drove her tongue into his mouth.

She wriggled like a fish on a hook and climaxed.

He climaxed too and she felt his semen flood her back passage. He fucked her hard; really hard. He pressed her against the wall of the pool and fucked her relentlessly hard and fast. She couldn't believe it but she orgasmed again!

She held onto the man exhausted after they had both finished fucking.

"Oh my god!" she moaned.

The man pulled his cock out of her and disentangled her arms and legs from his body. He helped her find the handrail on the side of the pool.

"Who are you?" she gasped, trying to get her breath.

"Never mind who I am. Just be aware that I know who you are and what you are and that I'll be seeing you again," the man said sardonically

"Soon!"

He swam away in the dark.

Suddenly there was a loud clanking sound and the lights came back on in a series of banks. The first thing Candi did was look around for Peter Snodgrass and Brian Brinsmead; it had to be one of those two men who had ravished her.

But they were both over the other side of the pool clinging to a group of four or five others.

"Candace Pops! Get your arse over to others! I told you that you all need to huddle as a group for protection. What are you doing over there by yourself you silly girl!" Marjorie admonished her.

"So who the fuck was it?" she whispered to herself.

That night she snuggled up to Millie again in her bed. There was nothing sexual involved, it was a mutual comfort arrangement. They liked sleeping in each other's arms.

The first week was over quickly and the trainee flight stewards were allowed to go home for the weekend if they wanted to.

Michelle Murphy came to pick up Candi and she also offered Millie a lift home.

Millie was starstruck.

"So you're really Cherri Pops from Transvixen?" she gushed.

"Yes I am babe," Michelle smiled back at her in the rear view mirror.

"Wow! Really?"

"Sure I am. Do you want me to pull over strap on my Les Paul and play you a couple of lead breaks to prove it," she laughed.

"But now you're not Cherri Pops but Candace is Candi Pops? I'm confused," Millie sounded perplexed.

"Yeah well; I'll tell you the story one day," Michelle replied over her shoulder.

Candi pinched Michelle on the thigh and gave her a stern look. Michelle smiled back mischievously and shrugged her shoulders.

"Cut it out you shit stirrer," Candi whispered.

After they dropped Millie home Michelle drove Candi down town.

"Where are we going babe? I'm bushed and I just want to go home," Candi whined.

"Stop whining you baby," Michelle chuckled.

Fifteen minutes later Michelle pulled up outside of Bocca di Lupo.

"Oh no way!" Candi cried.

"Yes way darling. No one here is going to recognise you and it's my treat," Michelle smiled.

The parking attendant took away Michelle's car and they entered the foyer of Bocca di Lupo.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this; I'm not dressed for a posh place like this," Candi whined.

"Shut up you look gorgeous," Michelle replied.

Candi was wearing her black pencil skirt, cerise satin blouse, and black heels. Underneath she was wearing black panties and bra and grey stockings. She wore her camel coat over to keep her warm.

The Maitre D took her and Michelle's coats and put them in the cloak room and then led them into the dining room.

As they approached their table Michelle started grinning and Candi was about to ask why when she spied John Benstead sitting at the table. He got up and attended to Candi's chair while the Maitre D took care of Michelle's.

Of course Candi knew everything on the menu and stuck it to Michelle by ordering the best and most expensive dishes and wine. After a few glasses she had lost any concerns she may have had about being recognised in her old workplace and started to enjoy the evening and chill out. After several glasses she became quite raucous and adventurous.

Candi grabbed hold of John's cock under the table and was amused when he jumped in shock.

"Just wait til I get you home Johnny boy I'm going to put that thing to good use," she cackled.

John looked at her amusedly and Michelle raised her eyebrows. He removed Candi's hand from his groin.

"Behave yourself young lady," he admonished her, but fondly.

"You love it," Candi giggled.

"What's got into her, behaving like this?" Michelle whispered to John.

"I honestly don't know Michelle but I think she's had enough to drink," John replied.

Michelle paid the cheque and they left in her car. Candi fell asleep in the back seat almost immediately.

"So are you going home or are you staying at Candi's?" Michelle asked John.

"I'll go to Candi's and put her to bed and stay the night," John replied.

"Give me a hand with sleepyhead and we can drink some of her scotch," John nodded to Candi, now snoring fitfully in the back seat.

Candi was sprawled out and her skirt was nearly up around her waist revealing black panties and grey pantyhose.

"Such a lady," Michelle sniggered.

"Kinda hot though," John grinned.

"Perv!" Michelle slapped his arm playfully.

Michelle and John helped a nearly comatose Candi up the stairs and put her to bed. They took off her skirt, blouse and heels and put to bed in her knickers, bra and hose. They went downstairs, poured scotch and lit cigarettes.

They chatted about Candi's behaviour over dinner.

"Well something set her off," Michelle commented.

"Did she tell you about when Tony found her at my warehouse?" John asked.

"Yes she did," Michelle replied but did not go into further detail.

"Tony must have been really pissed with her to treat her like that. You've known him a while. Does he treat all his girls like that?" John asked.

"What do you mean: all his girls? That was the first time Tony had met Candi, but I'm afraid he's taken an interest in her now; he keeps asking me about her," Michelle replied.

John looked quite shocked and Michelle saw the surprise register on his face.

"What do you mean first time? Are you telling me that Candi isn't one of Tony's girlfriends? She told me that she was one of Tony's girls and that he had given her my number," John said.

"Well he did in a way. But she actually got the number from me. She had never met Tony Carlotta before she met you," Michelle felt a little guilty about spilling the beans but obviously Candi had lied to them both.

"Fucking bitch! The only reason I even took her call was because she said she knew Tony and implied she was his girlfriend!"

"You know; it sounds crazy but I think I'm falling in love with Candi, but jeez she makes it hard to love her. I want to wrap her in my arms and protect her because I think she's vulnerable and then I find out she's a scheming little bitch."

"Don't be too hard on her. I find her annoying and clingy at times, but I really like her too and I know what she's going through as a trans woman. She said as soon as she qualified she as a flight steward she was going to reveal herself as male to expose the airlines practice of employing mainly women, even when more highly qualified male prospects are applying for flight steward positions," Michelle replied.

"But honestly; I think that she's really taken with being Candi full-time. I'm almost positive that like me she will go full-time trans for the rest of her life."

"Yeah, I really hope so, like I said I'm really falling her. I know it will be difficult being in a serious relationship with a trans woman but it is the nineteen seventies, not the eighteen hundreds," John espoused.

"Yeah but it's still difficult living as a trans woman," Michelle sighed.

"So what am in for if I do get into a serious relationship with Candi?" John asked pouring them both another drink and lighting cigarettes for both of them.

"I can only tell you my story."

"So take a seat beside me cause this will take a while," Michelle patted the sofa beside her.

Michelle and John talked well into the night, drinking and smoking. Michelle was stunning, articulate, and intelligent and John became infatuated in her presence.

Michelle was curled up on the sofa and almost unknowingly John was lazily stroking her ankle. His fingertips traced the tiny wrinkles in her sheer hose.

After a few minutes of gazing at her pretty face and listening to her John realised what he was doing and snatched his fingers away.

"Ow! Why did you stop? That felt lovely; so soothing and comforting," she sighed.

"I'm sorry. I thought I was being inappropriate," John blushed.

Michelle winked at him.

"I'll tell you when you're being inappropriate."

John smiled and returned his hand to her ankle. Michelle purred like a cat and put her legs in John's lap so he could massage both of them.

"Mmm," she mewed.

John smiled and stroked her calves.

"Don't stop your story. You were telling me how Tony dispatched the Balzono brothers after your Transvixen concert," John encouraged her to continue.

Michelle continued. The room was now dark except for the subdued lamplight and even with the heater working at full capacity the room cooled down. They had drunk quite a bit of scotch but that didn't warm them up.

Michelle shivered. She was wearing her usual business suit but had taken off her jacket and kicked off her heels.

"You do feel cold," John ran his ran his hands up and down Michele's legs.

"Yeah I should have worn my opaque winter tights instead of these sheers," Michele said.

"Yeah but I like sheers," John grinned and stroked her legs.

"Snuggle?" she asked.

"Sure. It'll keep us warm," John agreed.

John pulled the throw rug off the back of the lounge and covered them with it while they spooned. Michelle smiled when she remembered the last time that throw rug had been used by her but decided it would be inappropriate to tell John the circumstances. She continued to regale him with her life story and was now up to the part where Transvixen undertook their ill-fated American tour.

Michelle was probably about fifteen minutes into her tale when she noticed that something was awry. She could feel a lump against her bum and realised that John had developed an erection. To her amusement he made things worse by trying to hide it. He kept moving and wriggling around, trying to position his groin so his penis was not rubbing on Michelle's bottom. She smiled.

"Oh jeez I'm sorry Michelle," he said apologetically.

"Oh for god sake possum; it's just a body function. It just happens sometimes," Michelle tried to ease his guilt.

But John inadvertently made things worse.

He slid his hand between their bodies and tried to rearrange his erection inside his jeans so it wasn't pushing into Michelle's buttocks. But while doing so he accidentally hooked a thumb into the kick-pleat of Michelle's skirt and slid it up her backside exposing her buttom.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry," John mumbled.

Michelle was wearing blue satin panties over sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and John unexpectedly found himself with handful of soft buttock encased in silky sheer lingerie.

"If you weren't so pathetically repentant, I'd suspect that you were doing this on purpose," Michelle giggled.

The booze had lowered their inhibitions.

"You're getting a bit hands on there darling," Michelle joked.

"Well only because I've got this big arse pushing into me," John squeezed her buttock.

"Are you saying I have big arse!" Michelle pushed her bum back against him and wriggled.

"I'll have you know, men have fought and died over my derriere!" she laughed.

"What these?" John took both of Michelle's buttocks in his hands and squeezed them.

"Hey don't touch what you can't afford!" Michelle laughed.

"I thought the things that cost all the money were these," John reached around and squeezed Michelle's breasts.

"Yes they did! And I think we should stop now, before this goes too far," Michelle replied.

" Because Candi is upstairs sleeping and...oh my god!"

John had slid a hand inside Michelle's blouse and hefted her breast through the slinky lace of her bra. He thumbed her nipple and it hardened. He also pushed his erection against her backside and nuzzled her neck.

"John should we really be doing this?" Michelle whispered.

"No, but I'm not sure I can stop," he replied.

He had freed Michelle's breasts from the confines her brassiere and his cock from his pants. He massaged her nipples and nestled his erection in the crevice of her bottom and rubbed it on her satin panties.

"We should probably stop now," Michelle moaned but she pushed her buttocks back to meet John's thrusts.

"Yeah we probably should," John replied but he reached around and put his hand inside Michelle's knickers and found her erect penis trapped under her groin.

He freed her cock and stroked it with one hand whilst caressing her breasts with other and pressed his own hard cock into her behind.

"Oh fuck!" Michelle struggled and rolled over on the lounge so she was facing John.

They kissed.

They kissed passionately and Michelle reached under the throw rug and pulled down her knickers and pantyhose. She lifted her legs and guided John's penis to her sphincter and moaned when he entered her.

She kissed him and he responded, placing a hand between their bodies so he could stroke her cock while he fucked her.

They came together; stifling their screams of rapture as John filled her anus with his seed and Michelle squirted on his belly. They kissed and caressed and fucked and moaned and groaned as silently as they could until they were both drained.

John stroked Michelle's face and kissed her softly on the lips.

"Is what we just did wrong?" John asked.

"Probably," Michelle replied and pecked him back.

"Candi must never know," John said solemnly.

Michelle nodded.

Candi stood at the bottom of the stairs in her stockinged feet watching her lover and her best friend lying in each other's arms on her sofa.

A stream of tears ran down her cheek as she turned and silently padded back up the stairs.

To be continued...

Candi was heartbroken. She lay in bed Saturday morning and refused to answer phone calls from Michelle or John despite their insistent calling. She eventually left the receiver off the hook.

She didn't get up until after twelve noon and when she saw herself in the mirror she cringed.

"Fuck them! Looking good is probably the best revenge!"

Candi painstakingly applied makeup and slipped into the same red leather mini-skirt, white satin blouse, tan pantyhose, red satin knickers and matching bra that she had worn when she had met John at his warehouse the second time. She brushed her hair, accessorised and applied perfume.

"Perfect," she smiled in the mirror.

Her doorbell rang and she slipped into her red high heels and clattered downstairs expecting Michelle or John to be there because she had refused to answer their calls. She was ready to unload her fury on both or either of them.

"Fuck them! I hope they feel guilty as hell!" she wheezed as she descended the staircase.

Candi flung open the door and was very surprised to see Dennis Caputo standing there dressed in a business suit holding his hat.

"Oh! Mister Caputo; it's you?" Candi's surprise registered on her face.

"Yes Miss Pops it is. I'm sorry to call on a weekend but there is something we need to clear up before you return to the Training Academy on Monday."

"May I come inside?" he asked.

"Of course, please come in. Can I get you a cup of tea or something?" Candi was very polite.

"That won't be necessary," he sounded very officious, and uninvited, he walked over to her dining room table and began to shake documents out of a valise.

Candi recognised the valise as the one she had taken to her interview at Goldwing. It had contained her references, passport and records of employment. All of which had been forged or counterfeited by John Benstead.

He fussed about, arranging documents on the table while Candi stood and watched, looking pale and shaking slightly.

"Now if you will just come over here Miss Pops I'd like to show you something," Dennis Caputo waved a hand at her officiously.

Candi stood next to him at the table, his aftershave smelled familiar, maybe she remembered it from the selection day.

"Look at these documents on the left and then look at the documents on the right," he pointed to the letters on the table.

Candi's knees started to shake.

The documents on the left were an application form and a curriculum vitae from a Mr Christopher Nyland and on the right were an application form and a curriculum vitae from a Miss Candace Pops.

You did not need to be a Rhodes Scholar to figure out that the documents were identical except for the names of the applicants and the gender descriptors in the text.

"As you can see these documents are identical except for the names and gender of the applicants. I have multiple applications from Mr Nyland spanning several years but only the one application from yourself."

"You can see why I am here and need an explanation," he said quite pompously.

"Well I don't know this Christopher person so I don't know how I can help you," Candi tried to bluff her way out of it.

"But look closer at your reference here Miss Pops and I think I might have an explanation for the irregularity," Mr Caputo said.

Candi bent over the table to look.

She was shocked when she felt Dennis Caputo's hand slide under her skirt and grab her buttock.

"Did you like the cartoon I put in your exercise book?" Mr Caputo's voice had changed

Candi froze. Now she knew where she recognised the scent of his aftershave from; and she certainly recognised the icy tone of his voice from the pool.

"You are employed by Goldwing Airlines under false circumstances."

"We need to discuss this breach of trust and propriety."

"But first I'm going to fuck you."

Before Candi could react Dennis Caputo stepped behind her, kicked her heels apart and used his considerable weight to press her down on the table. Candi scrambled, kicked and wriggled.

Dennis laughed.

"I love it when you fight. This is just like in the pool. That was so much fun, watching you from the sidelines with Marjorie Deakin and then slipping into the pool as soon as she turned out the lights and ducked outside for a smoke. I'd even purloined the moisturiser from the change room so I had some lubricant."

"Remember this?" he waved the tube of moisturiser under Candi's nose.

"Now. Last time I stopped you struggling by dunking you but as I have no water we will have to use traditional methods."

"Fuck off you creep! Let me go!" Candi squealed.

Dennis lifted her skirt and Candi struggled harder and then Dennis bought his palm down hard on her buttocks. Candi yelped and wriggled harder.

"Stop that Candace," Dennis said and began to spank her hard and fast.

Candi squealed and Dennis pulled down her red satin panties to reveal her rosy pink scalded buttocks encased in the sheer nylon of her pantyhose.

"Do you want any more?" Dennis said unemotionally.

Candi shook her head vigorously.

"Good. Then we will forgo the preliminaries if you don't mind. I have a busy day."

Dennis pulled down her pantyhose to reveal blushed cheeks and dropped his trousers and freed his erect penis.

Candi gritted her teeth in expectation as Dennis squeezed moisturiser on his cock and in the crevice of her bottom. He positioned his glans in the little starfish of her sphincter and pushed.

Candi screamed as Dennis impaled her on his cock.

"Now, now. We went through this last time and you ended up begging me to fuck you," Dennis said coldheartedly.

He gripped her hips and began to fuck her.

Candi grunted as his thick cock pounded in and out of her tight anus. Unfortunately or fortunately for her, once again Candi felt that stirring inside her as Dennis Caputo hit that special place inside her anus.

She stopped screaming but continued to grunt as Dennis thrust his cock in and out of tight bottom. She couldn't control her response and was soon pushing back against him to meet his thrusts.

"Good girl; now that's what I like," Dennis crooned.

"Shut up and fuck me you creep," Candi hissed.

She felt her orgasm approaching and she wanted Dennis to come with her or even before her so that she wouldn't suffer the indignity of him fucking her after she had climaxed. She knew she would experience the same post-coital self loathing that she'd felt the last time he'd fucked her.

Candi pushed back against Dennis and wriggled her buttocks; she squeezed those muscles deep inside her anus and moaned out load.

"Come in me Dennis. Fuck me, come on, fuck me hard and make me come!" she screamed.

It worked.

Dennis gripped Candi's hips and jackhammered his cock in and out of her firm, tight arse. He plunged his penis deep inside her and came. Candi felt his hot semen wash over her prostate and she ejaculated.

Her sperm splashed into her panties and pantyhose gathered around her knees. She felt so much pleasure that her legs gave out and Dennis had to hold her up as he rutted against her, squirting the last of his seed inside her.

He pushed her face down on the table and extracted his cock from her sphincter with an audible plop and watched his spend run done her thigh. Then he wiped his cock on Candi's skirt and stuffed it back in his underpants and pulled up his trousers.

Candi lay bent over table unable to move. She felt abused and revolted but at the same time sexually gratified.

Dennis scooped up the documents and stuffed them back into the valise.

"We will undoubtedly have to discuss how these documents came into being sometime soon Miss Pops and you should be prepared to offer yourself to me as and when I find the need. We wouldn't want Goldwing to find out that you are employed under false pretences now would we?" he callously snickered.

Dennis left Candi sprawled over the table and departed. It took Candi quite a while to recover from the ordeal but eventually she was able to pull up her pantyhose and knickers and pull down her skirt; they were semen stained and she couldn't wait to take them off.

She kicked off her high heels and stumbled up the stairs, her bowels stung and her legs ached. She stripped off her clothes and washed her thighs and buttocks and then douched away the residue inside her anus.

She wanted to curl up on the bed and cry but she knew that if she didn't do something about Dennis Caputo soon he would continue to use her as his fuck puppet and who knew what other indignities he had in store for her or where the blackmail would lead.

Candi lifted the receiver and called Michelle and then John and demanded they come over; she did not go into detail. She freshened her makeup and pulled on clean knickers and black winter leggings and a woollen top. She slipped into the only pair of flats that she owned and went downstairs and made a large pot of coffee.

John sat in an overstuffed armchair and Michelle sat on the sofa and they glanced guiltily at each other but mostly watched Candi pad around the kitchen pouring coffee. She'd kicked off her shoes as the apartment was starting to warm up. Michelle was dressed in jeans and jumper but as always her makeup was perfect. John wore his usual skin-tight jeans and t-shirt; his fleecy jacket draped over the back of the chair he was sitting in.

"Bit warmer today then Candi?" John tried to start the conversation with an innocuous question.

"Yes it is. I suppose that means you and Michelle won't have to leap on each other and shag yourselves stupid on my sofa to keep warm then," she replied scornfully.

"Hey wait a minute," Steve became defensive.

"Or maybe you can just wank each other off on my throw rug?" she quipped.

Michelle had had enough.

"Oi little miss can't be wrong! Don't come around here, coming around here. Like you're all innocent! What about the lies you told Steve concerning you being Tony's girlfriend then?" Michelle countered.

"And I asked you to keep me out of the whole forgery thing but now Tony knows that I gave you Steve's number so he ain't exactly pleased as punch with me."

"And it isn't like you haven't fucked both of us yourself," Michelle finished her return serve.

"Hey wait a minute! You girls fuck each other?" John was a little bewildered.

Candi and Michelle looked at John incredulously.

"Really John! You think two gorgeous T-Girls like us could keep our hands off each other?" Michelle looked exasperated.

"Yeah John! Michelle and I like to fuck now and then so what?" Candi joined Michelle in paying out on him.

"So why are you and I in the shit then Michelle?" John asked quizzically.

Candi realised that the worm had turned and she was somehow no longer the aggrieved party.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Candi shouted.

"You two fucking each other on my sofa last night is not why I've asked you here!" Candi explained.

She poured coffee and offered cigarettes and they sat around the kitchen table.

"Ok. This is complicated and more than a little degrading but this is what's been happening," Candi went on to tell them about Dennis Caputo.

When Candi told them about the incident at the pool and at her flat earlier that day they were both astonished.

"Oh babe I'm so sorry," John took Candi in his arms and held her tight.

"Me too," Michelle joined the group hug.

"But we have a bigger issue now than just your dignity or your quest to become an airline steward," Michelle said.

John nodded his head but Candi looked puzzled.

"What could be a bigger problem than some guy who want's to bugger me anytime it suits him and who can ruin my career as a hostie?" Candi asked.

"Fuck me Candi; as always you never see the big picture," Michelle was exasperated.

"One word Candi..."

"Tony!"

"What's Tony got to do with it?" Candi was still confused.

"John. Please explain," Michelle was irritated.

"This Caputo guy knows that your documents are forged and counterfeit. He's blackmailing you. So how long until he asks who did the work on the documents? And the answer is me. And who do I work for?" John said, lighting three cigarettes and handing them around.

Michelle poured them all scotch.

"Oh fuck!" Candi exclaimed.

"Exactly! Oh fuck!" Michelle sounded rankled.

"And Tony already has an unhealthy interest in you since the warehouse episode," Michelle took a slug of scotch and topped up her glass again.

"Oh double fuck!" Candi knocked back her own drink and shook her glass at Michelle who topped it off.

"So what the fuck do we do?" John asked.

"We do fuck all John. Candi needs to go and see Tony and tell him about this Dennis Caputo guy," Michelle replied.

"Oh fuck no!" Candi cried.

"Oh fuck yes!" Michelle responded.

"I'll tee up the meeting doll, then its over to you. I told you to leave me out of this," Michelle said, quite infuriated.

"Well it will have to be this afternoon or tonight. Before I go back to the Academy," Candi barked.

Michelle reached for Candi's phone.

Candi entered the ante room of Tony Carlotta's office suite very trepidiciously. She was wearing the red leather mini skirt, cream satin blouse and red patent leather high heels she had worn earlier but had put on clean sheer taupe pantyhose and a red satin bra and panty set. Her makeup was perfect as one had come to expect from a prospective airline hostess.

The secretary's station was vacant, it being Saturday evening.

The door to Tony's office was open and she could hear a murmured conversation and realised he was on the phone. She approached the doorway and Tony waved her into his office and pointed to an overstuffed couch against the wall.

When she sat, her skirt rose higher, right to the top of her thighs and Tony smirked remembering when Panti Pops had sat on that exact same couch not that many years ago. And now he had a Miss Candi Pops sitting there. The irony was not lost him. He finished his conversation and hung up the phone.

"So. The little travisto who I found and fucked in my forger's warehouse has come to visit me. And she is commended to me by my favourite travisto Miss Michelle Murphy. Michelle tells me that it's important that I listen to you" Tony's smile was mirthless.

"Yes Mister Carlotta. It's actually about some documents that I had forged by Mister Benstead that I am here," Candi explained.

"Well I'm a busy man and it's Saturday night. So make it quick. I have places to be and things to do," Tony grinned.

Tony got up from behind his desk and sat beside Candi on the couch; his weight made it creak and Candi was uncomfortable with him being this close to her but she needed to tell Tony what had happened so that hopefully he could fix the problem.

"Well it's got to do with this guy called Dennis Caputo who works for Goldwing Airlines," Candi began.

Candi told Tony about how Dennis Caputo had come to her apartment that morning and blackmailed her. She felt no need to provide details of the pool incident or that Dennis had forced himself on her for sex. Just that he intended to expose her to Goldwing if she didn't tell him about the documents and that he intended to find out where she got the documents forged.

"You're not telling me everything are you?" Tony grinned.

"You're blushing. You can't tell me that a sad, fat, functionary, in a dead end job wouldn't use that sort of leverage on a babe like you to get into your pretty pink panties."

Tony placed a hand on Candi's knee and squeezed.

Candi closed her legs and looked at her feet and nodded.

"I thought so," Tony gloated.

"But why come to me?"

"Because, well to quote Dennis Caputo: 'we will undoubtedly have to discuss how these documents came into being sometime soon Miss Pops.'" Candi replied.

"And this concerns me how?"

"Well because John Benstead works for you and if Dennis finds out that John forged my documents, that puts John at risk and you too," Candi reasoned.

"And you were introduced to John by Michelle?" Tony speculated.

"Well sort of. Michelle got John's number from you and then well..."

"Don't play me for idiot you putta! Michelle asks me about counterfeiting and then I find you, her friend, at John's workshop! I can join the dots."

"But what did you tell John to convince him to forge those documents. He works exclusively for me so you must have told him that somehow we had a connection," Tony grinned like a shark.

Candi blushed a deep red.

"You told him that you worked for me or that you were one of my girlfriends didn't you?"

She blushed deeper.

"Well I'll sort out this Caputo guy but it seems to me that you owe me something for it...girlfriend!"

Tony was big and fat but he was lightning quick and he weighed nearly twice as much as Candi.

He stood up quickly and grabbed Candi and flung her towards his big oak desk. She stumbled across the room and grabbed the desk for support, bent over at the waist.

Tony was on her like a flash and used his weight to pin her to the desk. He pushed her feet apart and lifted her skirt.

Tony pawed at Candi's red satin panties with his big hands. He squeezed the globes of her firm buttocks; her panties slithered across her silky pantyhose.

"I figured after the last time we met you would want to do this to me again," Candi sighed, looking over her shoulder.

"Oh yes my pretty; I really liked the last time we did it and I do want to do it again," Tony chuckled.

Candi heard the sound of Tony undoing his fly. Then she felt Tony's hard cock rubbing in the crevice of her buttocks. She heard him groan and then he gripped her hips and began to thrust against her panty-clad buttocks.

Candi thrust back against him.

"Oh yeah that's a good girl you know I like it," he sighed.

He pushed harder against Candi, leaving little trails of pre-cum on her panties as he humped her rump. Candi pushed back to meet him and wriggled her buttocks so she could excite him more.

"Mm that's really good girl," Tony gripped her tighter and thrust harder.

"Turn around baby I want to kiss you while I fuck you," Tony said and dropped his pants.

Tony released Candi's waist and she spun around and faced him. She smiled up at him. He was a big man but he was handsome and he projected power. There was something about him that excited Candi and she felt her knickers getting wet.

Tony's big face closed on hers and then his lips pressed against hers and he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

She locked her arms around Tony's fat neck and kissed him; softly at first and then she slid her tongue into his mouth.

Tony tasted her sweet breath and inhaled her perfume and he wrapped his arms around her and responded. God this chick was so young, soft and compliant! His cock was pressed against her belly, rubbing on her satin blouse.

Candi pressed her body against Tony, aware of the heat of his erection pressing into her stomach, and kissed him passionately. Tony snaked his hand down and caressed her thigh and Candi gasped; she was becoming highly aroused.

Tony's fingers crept up her thigh, his rough fingers snagging her nylons. He found the front of her panties and began to stroke her between her legs. She opened her legs wider to give him access.

Candi became erect and Tony freed her phallus from between her legs and teased it though the layers of nylon and satin. Candi gasped and thrust against Tony and kissed him amorously.

Tony took Candi's hand guided it to his erection. She found it hard, hot and throbbing and slowly squeezed and then stroked it.

It was Tony's turn to gasp.

"You're getting wet my little flower," Tony smiled as he felt the wet patch growing on the front of her panties.

Candi smiled and used her thumb to tease a globule of pre-seminal fluid from his glans and worked it into the sensitive flesh of his penis.

Tony lifted her onto the desk and Candi lay back and let Tony remove her panties. He couldn't be bothered removing her pantyhose and simply tore a hole in the gusset.

He nestled the head of his cock against her little pink bud and Candi wrapped her legs around Tony's waist and drew herself forward until his cock was fully embedded in her tight anus.

"Oh god that's so good!" she sighed.

She lifted herself up with Tony's assistance so they could kiss while they fucked. Tony fucked her with long slow strokes, he really liked the feel of her nylons on his body as she clung to him with her legs and she enjoyed the power of him as slid that huge cock in and out of well-greased arse.

"Mmm, you are one good fuck my little hostie putta," Tony smiled at her and then he began to fuck her harder and faster.

As Tony drove his cock deeper in her anus Candi felt it pressing on her prostate and her pleasure intensified. She could feel that Tony's cock was fully engorged and was pulsating. He was close to coming and she rode him hard, pushing her bottom into his groin.

Candi gasped with pleasure as Tony gripped her throbbing member through her pantyhose and squeezed and caressed it. Her legs started to shake and she moaned as she felt her orgasm approaching. She clung to Tony and pushed against him, arching her back.

She flooded the front of her pantyhose with hot semen and she felt Tony ejaculate deep inside her as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced washed over her.

They continued to kiss and caress until they were sated.

"Oh my god you're beautiful. You remind me of another young pretty transvestite I once deflowered in this very office" Tony smirked.

Tony pulled his cock out of Candi's anus and helped her to her feet on shaky legs.

"Thanks babe that was great. Here, clean up," Tony snatched a handful of Kleenex from a box on his desk and wiped at his cock.

Candi dabbed at her pantyhose and wiped away any of her semen that had not already been absorbed by the fabric. Then she pulled up her panties and smoothed out her skirt.

Tony pulled up his underpants and trousers and went to a small bar and opened the fridge and took out a bottle of chilled Chianti. He poured two glasses and gave one to Candi who had seated herself back on the overstuffed lounge. Candi took a sip of the icy cold Chianti and accepted the lighted cigarette that Tony offered her.

Tony lit his own cigarette and dropped down beside her.

"So this Caputo guy? He's a big deal at Goldwing? I think not? Like I said, I think he's a functionary," Tony said, all business again.

"Yes he's some sort of executive but not high up. He sits on the employee selection committee is all I know," Candi gulped more wine and Tony topped off her glass.

"Don't worry sweetheart. He won't bother you again."

It was obvious that Tony was being polite but also that he was impatient to leave. Candi took the hint and drank down her wine and snubbed out her cigarette.

Tony stood up and held out his hand. Candi put down her glass and reached for the proffered palm. Tony eased Candi up from the lounge and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her on the lips affectionately and then led her to the door.

"This airline hostess thing? You really like it, I can tell. I think I will keep an eye on you because I think you will do well at it," he smiled.

Tony kissed Candi's cheek as he opened the door for her and guided her out. As she passed through the doorway he playfully smacked her behind.

Candi had Michelle and John over for Sunday dinner and she told them all about her visit to Tony's office. Michelle asked the obvious question.

"I've never had a favour from Tony where he didn't want something in return, she smirked."

"Well yes I gave him a little something," she winked wickedly.

John started to pout but Candi cheered him up. She squeezed his cock through his tight jeans under the table and leaned in and bit his earlobe.

"You can stay the night," she whispered in his ear.

John broke into a grin.

First thing on Monday morning at the Academy, Candi went into the break room for a cup of tea and found it buzzing with excitement.

"What's going on?" she asked Katie Jones.

"Dennis Caputo. They found him drowned in the pool this morning. He was face down in the water with his trousers around his ankles and a broom handle shoved up his arse."

To be continued...

Candi breezed through the remainder of the course; her five years experience as head waiter at one of London's leading restaurants gave her a distinct advantage over the others when it came to providing personal in-flight passenger service.

Candi was so good at it that the instructors used her as an exemplar for the other students. In the mockup of the First Class section of the plane she demonstrated how she was a master at place settings and table decor, an expert in describing every dish on the menu and which wine to pair with which dish.

She demonstrated how to greet the very important first class passengers at the door, seat them, make them comfortable, and take care of their every desire whilst remaining discreet and tactful. It was an art in which she was mastered.

"You girls could learn something from Ms Candace Pops," Megan DeVille announced on the last day of training.

"Teacher's pet," Mandy McDonald stuck out her tongue at Candi playfully.

"Well I suppose a lifetime of servitude makes one suited to be a flying waitress. I'm more used to sitting in first class seat rather than serving someone who is," Porsche Berkinsdale sniffed.

"Which is one reason I came today. To dismiss those of you who have not met our high standards. So enjoy your seat in first class Ms Berkinsdale; you won't be working for Goldwing, and please hand in your uniforms at reception when you depart this afternoon," Megan smirked viciously at the snooty trainee.

"But! But! But!" Porsche could not believe she had been sacked.

"That's all," Megan DeVille cut off her blubbering.

"The following persons have also failed and can leave now," Megan read out four more names, none of whom came from Candi's little group.

"That's all for them. And now the list of those who have passed their Flight Steward training," Megan DeVille began to read aloud a list of names.

"Peter Snodgrass, Katlain Jones, Mandy McDonald, Millicent Walker, Brian Brinsmead..." Candi didn't hear her name called and felt uneasy.

Had they found out her secret? Were they going to out her in front of everyone?

"And the dux of the course is Ms Candace Pops," Megan DeVille led them all in applause.

There was a graduation party that evening and Candi invited Michelle and John to attend. Everyone drank too much and they danced and caroused late into the night and then Candi invited everyone to her place for the after party.

Candi woke late the next day and thanked god it was a Saturday; her head felt like it was on fire and her mouth tasted like a birdcage. She was still dressed in panties and brassiere and the burning in her bum and stickiness in her knickers indicated that she had not been a good girl. She noticed that she was also wearing stockings but they were tattered and she pulled them off and threw them across the room.

There was a lump in the bed beside her which she presumed was John Benstead. Candi rolled over to look at the clock on the bedside table and this must have woken John because he rolled over and snuggled up to her.

His cock was hard and pressed in the crevice of her behind.

"You've got no chance!" Candi reached behind her and extracted John's erection from her crack.

"Ow," he moaned.

"Shut up! If I'm feeling better this afternoon you can shag me senseless but right now I feel like shit!" Candi gingerly sat up on the side of the bed.

John rolled back over and pulled the covers around him while Candi sorted through the detritus on her bedroom floor and found her negligee and flats. She went into the ensuite and had a tinkle and brushed her teeth, changed into clean knickers and padded downstairs.

The place looked like a bomb had gone off.

There were overflowing ashtrays, half-empty glasses of booze and empty bottles of wine and liquor on every surface, and spilled snacks on the floor. For some reason there was a pair of pantyhose hanging from the doorknob to the downstairs toilet.

On the lounge was what appeared to be a pile of clothing covered by throw rugs and blankets until Candi got close enough to see that it was Millie Walker fast asleep. Her dress was up around her waist and Candi was amused to see that she was wearing white nylon panties with little pink hearts on them. Candi leaned over and pulled down Millie's dress and nearly jumped out of her skin when a creature arose at the other end of the sofa.

It was Michelle; and if Candi felt like shit Michelle looked like it.

Candi told her too; and then she woke up Millie who was very sheepish. Millie brushed her teeth and fixed her makeup and left to go home to her mother.

Michelle stayed for coffee and later, when they were all feeling better they went our for dinner and did it all over again so they slept in on Sunday too.

Candi arrived at the Academy on Monday morning dressed in her uniform but she was no longer a trainees; she was a fully fledged fight stewardess. She sat in the small auditorium with Millicent Walker, Peter Snodgrass, Brian Brinsmead, Katie Jones, Mandy McDonald, and the other graduates.

Today they would be given their first assignments. Marjorie Deakin read them out while Megan DeVille sat to one side looking very officious. All the graduates were allocated to short haul flights for their first assignments where they could hone their skills as junior flight stewards under the supervision of more experienced cabin staff. That is everyone except Candi and Millie.

The others were all asked to leave and to proceed to Heathrow Airport to take up their assignments. Candi and Millie sat there looking confused.

"Ladies. You look bamboozled," Megan smiled at them both.

"I want you to watch this," she clicked her fingers and the lights went out.

A screen at the front of the auditorium lit up as a film projector began to clatter.

'Welcome to luxury! Welcome to paradise! Welcome to utopia! A world of luxury awaits you when you fly first class on Goldwing Airways new Boeing 747 Skyliner. The most modern aircraft ever built. The first of the class has just been released; right now in winter 1975.

Only twenty first class passengers embark in a Skyliner, and each passenger has an individual sleeping pod with a double bed, a selection of Transcom eight millimetre movie cassettes to watch and a stereophonic sound system. The whole top floor of the 747 is a bar-lounge-restaurant where our delightful hostesses are available to wait on your every whim.

Welcome to luxury when you fly London to Singapore non-stop in Goldwing Airlines new 747 Skyliner'

The camera panned through the Skyliner first class cabin, into the sleeping pods and followed a pretty hostess up the spiral staircase to the bar, ensuring that her long legs and pert backside were in shot the whole time with a quick panty-flash before panning around the bar-lounge-restaurant.

The accompanying music was loud and vibrant.

Candi and Millie watched the performance with their mouths open, absolutely stunned.

The lights came back on.

"Candace, Millicent! You both look even more bewildered or should I say overwhelmed," Megan smiled at them both.

"Well as dux of the course and also by my own personal selection you will both be cabin crew on our inaugural Skyliner flight.

"Oh my god!" Candi and Millie sprang into each other's arms and hugged.

"Don't get too excited, there will three other silver wing stewardesses in first class with you and I personally will be the purser on this inaugural flight; Goldwing Airlines wants the Skyliner to be the foremost in luxury air travel. You two will be the junior cabin staff on this flight but it's still an honour and privilege for you both," Megan explained.

"You will be issued special uniforms for the Skyliner. They are a little more...shall we say revealing. I personally find them a little demeaning but management wants their 'hosties', god I hate that word, to ahem, 'look like they are available' to the flying elite," Megan held up a photograph of a woman dressed in the Skyliner uniform and looked at it with distaste.

"Blimey! What are the blokes wearing, Speedos and string vests?" Millie giggled.

"There won't be any male flight stewards in first class on the Skyliner you silly girl!" Megan DeVille admonished her.

Candi and Millie were directed to the clothing issue room to be supplied with their new uniforms. Marjorie Deakin was there to personally issue the new uniforms to the girls.

"Oh my; you two are so lucky," she gushed.

"Megan DeVille decided on the pair of you only late last week so the tailors have been working all weekend to make your uniforms so you need to try them on now because we will have to make any alterations today. Your first flight is Wednesday. Today and tomorrow you are undertaking familiarisation of the Skyliner at Heathrow," she gushed.

Laid on the counter were two uniforms for each of them. The new Skyliner uniform consisted of a light blue A-line skirt, with a very short hem; a matching form-fitting jacket with red piping along the lapels and a long sleeved white satin blouse. A pair of four-inch heels sat beside the two full uniforms and four blouses. Next to their uniforms was a box containing expensive lingerie. There were four pairs of white satin panties and matching brassieres and five pairs of sheer-to-the waist fifteen-denier flesh-toned pantyhose.

"Blimey! That skirt looks like it won't even cover me arse and where is the hat and low heels?" Millie asked.

"The uniform is designed to...ahem, accentuate your attributes. There is no hat as it would spoil your hairstyle, which is where you are both heading next; to the hairstylist to get a bob with a fringe. There are no low heels for this uniform," Marjorie quipped.

"You can leave on the knickers and bra you are wearing, just try on the skirt, blouse, jacket and heels to make sure it all fits."

Candi was relieved that she didn't have to take her knickers off and try on the new panties because she would have had to have found an excuse to do so privately so she could hide her gaff.

The girls stripped down to knickers and bra and put on their new skirts, blouses, and the new high heels. They buttoned up the tight jackets.

The jackets and blouses had plunging necklines and the skirts were so short that they barely covered their bottoms when they moved. They were both led to over to a hairstylist who had been bought in especially to cut their hair.

"All the hosties on the Skyliner are going to have the same hairstyle; collar-length bob with an eyebrow level fringe," Marjorie explained as Candi sat in the chair to have her hair done.

She was followed by Millie.

They stood looking at each other in their new micro-miniskirt uniforms with their fresh new bobs.

"Fuck! We look like we belong on Moon Base Alpha!" Candi squealed.

"I think we look sexy," Millie giggled.

"Let's hear you repeat that after you've been up and down that spiral staircase a dozen times in those heels and that skirt," Candi said.

"Ok girls. You look great, now get out of that kit and put your old uniforms back on. We are unveiling the new uniforms when we have the gala opening of the Skyliner just before the maiden flight," Marjorie said.

"When you're changed, get your arses out to Heathrow and report to Goldwing reception; there is a car out front waiting for you. They'll issue you with staff access passes and get you out to H Hangar so you can start becoming familiar with the Skyliner."

Candi went home late that night having spent all day and some of the evening familiarising herself with the Skyliner. It was basically a Boeing 747 but the whole first class cabin and top deck had been modified. The first class cabin had been divided into twenty small cubicles with a large seat that folded flat to become a bed. There was a small television screen on the front wall of the cubicle with the latest technology Transcom 8mm movie cassette player underneath and a jack for the stereo headphones. There was individual lighting and air conditioning controls and of course a hostess call button.

The deck at the top of the spiral staircase had been converted into a small dining room and a lounge with full service bar. There was mood lighting, a state of the art music system, and a pull-down screen to show matinee movies.

Candi and Millie had spent the day going over the safety systems, emergency procedures and galley familiarisation. The galley was capable of pushing out cordon bleu quality meals and hot and cold snacks at any time they were requested. There were even two showers on board next to the toilets and passengers were provided with their own satin pajamas care of Goldwing.

"This thing is a flying palace John!" Candi squealed with delight when she got home.

John had pretty much moved in full time, although nothing had been formally agreed to. He'd even cooked dinner for them both and opened a nice bottle of wine.

"To the Skyliner," Candi offered a toast.

"And to us," John clinked glasses.

Candi looked over her glass at John and gave him a brooding look.

"What?" he asked.

"What does 'to us' mean?" she asked.

"Ah fuck here we go...what do you mean, 'what does to us mean'?" John was a little exasperated.

"Well does it mean: 'to us' because you get to fuck the hot tranny any time you like...or 'to us' because you really like the hot tranny and you want her to be more than just your fuck buddy?" Candi mused.

"Well it actually means: to the girl I'm totally in love with and want to spend the rest of my life with," John replied.

Candi leapt out of her chair and jumped into John's lap.

"Really?" she looked deeply into the eyes.

"Really," he replied and kissed her.

"But I didn't know if that's what you wanted. I wasn't sure if you were going to...you know go back," John explained.

"You silly boy. I ditched my plan to expose the airline industry as discriminatory pretty much as soon as I became Candi and started at the Flight Steward Academy. I am now and will for henceforth always be, Candace Pops."

"I have spoken at length with Michelle who lives full time trans and I'm comfortable with the concept. When I get enough money I'll likely get my breasts enhanced and possibly a tracheal shave, just to make me more femme and convincing but I'm keeping what I've got down there. At least for now," she extrapolated.

"But how are you going to deal with living with a trans woman as your partner?" Candi asked.

"Candace Pops I love you for what you are. You are my heart's desire. If you want to make some minor alterations to your body that's fine but I think you absolutely perfect and I love and adore you," John kissed her tenderly.

John carried Candi upstairs and lay her on the bed. Their kiss remained unbroken and Candi put her arms around John's neck and pulled him to her. He lay on top of her, gently kissing her and stroking her face.

"I really do love you Candi and I want to spend my life you. You are gorgeous and vivacious, you light up a room when you enter it and you light up my life. My heart skips a beat every time I see you and when you smile my heart melts," John said between kisses.

"I love you too John and I want you to be my lifetime lover too," Candi kissed him.

Candi reached for John and found him erect and ready. She struggled with his belt and fly and John became impatient and pushed his pants and underpants down his hips. Candi lifted her bottom off the bed and John brusquely pushed up her skirt.

John eased her panties aside and his erect member found her sphincter pre-lubricated and ready. He slid inside her and the couple moaned and kissed passionately. Candi lifted her legs up and John put them over his shoulders so he could fully penetrate her. Candi smiled up at him, her face a mask of devotion and lust. John smiled back at her and lowered his face so he could kiss her as he eased his hard cock fully out of her anus and then pushed it back inside her.

"Ohh! I love you John," Candi sighed.

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me!"

John slid his tongue into Candi's mouth and began to fuck her with slow strokes and she reciprocated and pushed back against him, grinding her buttocks against his groin.

John increased the tempo; he drove his cock inside Candi harder and deeper. He gripped her ankles and lifted himself up so he could watch her pretty face as he fucked her. He kissed her ankles, nuzzling at the wrinkles in her stockings. He rubbed his cheek on her nylon-clad calves and drove his cock in and out of the stunning transvestite.

"Oh yeah baby! Fuck me baby!" Candi moaned.

John felt his orgasm approaching and so did Candi. He let go of her ankles and fell on her. She wrapped her legs around him and held him close to her as the kissed. John pushed himself deep inside her and ejaculated.

"Oh god I love you!" he gasped.

"I love you too darling!" Candi cried.

Her ejaculate was scalding as she erupted against his taut belly. He ground himself against her as his climax bloomed. They kissed and held each other tight for what seemed like an eternity.

Later John slowly extricated himself from Candi's embrace and stripped naked. Candi kicked off her heels and slipped out of her skirt, blouse and bra but left on her stockings and knickers. She knew John loved the feel of her stockings against his bare skin and she hadn't finished with him yet. She padded downstairs and bought back wine, glasses, and cigarettes.

Candi and John drank, smoked and fucked the night away, making plans for the future and working through problems that they thought would likely arise. They fell asleep in each other's arms in the early hours.

"So today is my last day here before I take the Skyliner to Singapore. I'll be gone for four days because we have a two day promotional in Singapore before we fly back," Candi said leaning over the sink and spitting out toothpaste.

"Listen to my girl talking like she's some high flying international hostie," John joked and smacked her playfully on her pantied derriere.

"No time for fucking around John; Megan DeVille will be testing Millie and I today to make sure we know everything we need to know about the Skyliner. It's a big break for two junior hostesses," Candi said, slipping into stockings and pulling up her skirt.

"I'm proud of you babe. Go and knock them dead today. You and Millie," John kissed her cheek.

They went down to the kitchen for coffee before they left for work and John found an envelope on the mat inside the door. Someone had pushed it through the letterbox during the night. It was addressed to Candi. It read:

'To the Hostess with the mostest, my best wishes to you and John I hope you will be happy together and to a successful endeavour on the inaugural Skyliner flight and for your future as an airline stewardess.

Yours truly,

Tony Carlotta'

A fifty pound note fluttered out of the envelope with a small note clipped to it with a red ribbon.

'Some spending money for Singapore'

"Oh how lovely of Tony to think of me!" Candi gushed.

"Yeah," John tried to disguise his concern and hid his troubled frown.

The big day arrived on Wednesday and Megan had the cabin crew line up with the pilots, co-pilots and engineers outside of H Hangar at Goldwing's base at Heathrow. Because the flight was direct, the fight deck crew was doubled up to meet rest requirements. As the girls were about to find out, these rules did not apply to the flight stewards.

"Fuck these skirts are so short and I can hardly balance on my heels," Millie whispered into Candi's ear.

"Yep this uniform was not made for comfort or practicality, but we were told that," Candi replied through her fake smile.

The girls had been directed to stand shoulder to shoulder with one leg extended, one hand on the hip and to smile; which they did. Despite the fact that the slightest puff of wind blew up the hems of their skirts exposing quite a bit of thigh.

This was exactly the publicity Goldwing wanted. The hostesses standing in front of the world's most classy airplane, looking gorgeous, sexy and provocative. There were no male flight attendants nor the hostesses from 'cattle class' in the lineup, only the scantily clad hosties from first class and the flight deck crew, who no one rally cared about really. All eyes were on the hosties.

Megan made them stand like that for what seemed like an eternity, smiling like Stepford Wives, providing a background while the Goldwing executives gave interviews, first to television reporters, then the press. The press photographers made no attempt to hide their interest in the hostesses and some of them even put their cameras at ground level to get the long-legged girls best attributes and hopefully a glimpse of knicker. Some held their cameras up high so they could get 'tit shots' looking down the low cut blouses and jackets of the hostesses.

There was all sorts of fanfare and a musical tribute by some celebrity until finally the hostesses followed the flight deck crew up the boarding ladder waving at the gallery as they went. The cameramen fought over who could get the best position to photograph the hosties climbing the steep stairs in their high heels and mini skirts.

"Thank fuck that's over!" Millie said as she and Candi went around conducting their pre-embarkation routine in the first class cabin.

The 747 lumbered over to the boarding gate and the passengers started to embark. For the maiden flight of the Skyliner, the first class passengers were all celebrities and high ranking businessmen. Candi had plenty of experience with celebrities at the Bocca di Lupo restaurant so she wasn't quite as starstruck as Millie as they greeted the passengers and got them settled in.

Most had already imbibed in free champagne in the Goldwing 'High Flyers Lounge' and some were quite frisky. Candi had to gently remove the odd roving hand from her legs and breasts as did Millie and the other hostesses. There was an art to doing this without embarrassing the passenger. The girls had to be firm but polite.

Megan DeVille oversaw everything from the seating, to ensuring pre-flight drinks were provided, and that the 'welcome aboard packs' were distributed. She made the pre-flight announcement and soon the Goldwing Skyliner was airborne.

Once the plane was airborne, any preconceived ideas that a hostie's job was glamorous were soon put to rest. Candi and Millie were constantly on their feet attending to the passengers; and as Candi had predicted, climbing up and down the spiral staircase in their high heels soon became quite excruciating.

They provided drinks, snacks, towels, meals, blankets and everything and anything the passengers could think of. The first four sleeping pods and the bar area upstairs were smoking areas and the ashtrays required frequent emptying and replacement.

The hostesses had staggered breaks and eight hours into the flight, when most of the passengers had gotten over the excitement of the flight and settled down either into their pods for a nap or were sitting comfortably in the lounge, Candi was allowed a half hour break.

"I'm going for a piss, a ciggy, and little sit down," Candi said to Millie who smiled wanly.

Millie couldn't take her break until Candi returned.

Candi used the toilet and fixed her makeup while she was there and then started to make her way down the first class aisle. Flight stewards were not permitted to smoke in front of the passengers so they had to smoke in the little galley at the front of the economy cabin.

A hand shot out from one of the sleeping pods, grabbed Candi by the wrist, and pulled her inside.

At first Candi was about to politely admonish the passenger but in the spilt second as she was pulled into the cabin she noticed it was a woman's hand with long, elegant fingers, and manicured red fingernails.

"Cruella!" Candi yelped, letting slip the nickname the hosties had for Megan behind her back.

She blushed and was about to apologise when Megan smiled up at her and patted the seat beside her. Megan had used the controls to convert the oversized seat into a double bed.

As Megan was the purser for the flight she was not required to wear the light blue uniform of the other first class flight stewards. She was dressed in her navy blue stewardesses uniform. The form-fitting jacket with the gold piping along the lapels, pencil skirt, white satin blouse and her shapely legs clad in gossamer black stockings and her feet shod in four-inch black patent leather high heels.

She was, as usual, perfectly coiffed, not one hair of her black shoulder-length mane was out of place. Her makeup was perfect and she exuded elegance. Candi knew that Megan had worked as hard as any of the hostesses, probably harder, managing the first class cabin but she looked like she'd only just dressed for the day.

"Sit," Megan nodded to the space she was patting and Candi sat for the first time in eight hours and sighed with relief.

"I'm sorry about the Cruella thing," Candi winced, expecting to be admonished.

Megan gave her an engaging smile; her pearly white teeth framed by her red lipsticked lips.

"Don't you think that I know that you all call me that? I know everything Miss Pops," Megan offered her a Benson and Hedges and took one for herself.

She lit their cigarettes with a gold lighter. Candi drew deep on her cigarette and blew smoke at the ceiling.

"Yes. Wonderful to take a break isn't it," Megan smiled and placed a hand on Candi's knee.

Candi remembered what Peter Snodgrass had said at the 'Stew Zoo' about Senior Flight Attendants: 'they say any hostie who's been around long enough to earn her gold wings isn't married for a reason. She's either too ugly or a lezzo.'

Candi began to feel uncomfortable because Megan was definitely not too ugly.

"This pod was paid for by a rather large and unhealthy businessman millionaire who had a heart attack in the High Flyers Lounge just before take off. Goldwing didn't have time to resell the seat so I have purloined it," Megan grinned.

"So take a load off and have a smoke with me Candace," her smile widened.

"Thank you Ms DeVille," Candi smiled back nervously.

"Oh when we are alone, and only when we are alone, you can call me Megan," her smile reminded Candi of a wolf's grin.

Megan's fingers inched further up Candi's short skirt and she leaned in and put her lips to Candi's earlobe.

"You're thinking about the saying the pilots have about hosties who have been around long enough to earn their gold wings aren't you? About us being lesbians. Why, you're shaking Miss Pops," Megan whispered in Candi's ear.

Megan's breath in her ear was quite disturbing but also arousing and Candi was trembling. She leaned forward to ash her cigarette, hoping to disengage a little from Megan but Megan leaned forward with her and crushed out her cigarette and put her hand over Candi's and made her snub out her cigarette too.

"Ciggie break's over," Megan snickered.

Candi was relieved. Megan was stunning for her age but Candi was worried that she would have to decline Megan's advances for obvious reasons.

But Megan didn't disengage. Her fingers dug into Candi's upper thigh and she wrapped her free arm around Candi's shoulder and eased her back onto the bed.

Candi sat with her legs closed and her eyes screwed shut wishing with all her might that Megan would stop.

"You're not afraid of me are you? A gorgeous twenty-two year old woman like yourself could easily fight off an old maid like me," Megan leaned into her again and Candi inhaled the heady smell of her perfume.

Megan pressed her lips onto Candi's mouth and as much as she would have loved to have kissed the mature attractive hostess back she knew it would be suicidal. Her lips were as tight as her legs.

Megan grinned and slid her tongue along Candi's closed mouth then bit her earlobe.

"I admire your resistance," she breathed into Candi's ear.

Megan forced her hand further up Candi's thigh until it came to the V of her panties.

"Mmm you're wearing your panties over your pantyhose as per our dress code. It looks so much smarter if you accidentally give the punters a little peek," she nibbled on Candi's earlobe and Candi felt herself becoming aroused.

Megan's fingers grazed the front of Candi's panties and Candi gasped and inadvertently opened her legs just a little.

Megan grunted with victory and drove her fingers into Candi's crotch, then inside her panties and opened the gusset of Candi's pantyhose with a sharp fingernail. Candi paled as Megan's fingers slid over the thin panty liner that covered her gaff.

"Does it work?" Megan stunned Candi as she pulled away her gaff and Megan's fingers gripped Candi's semi tumescent penis tucked between her legs.

"Does what work?" Candi mumbled.

"Does this work. Some of you trans girls are so fucked up on hormones that it doesn't work," Megan squeezed Candi's semi tumescent penis again.

"You knew?" Candi was stunned.

"I told you I know everything," Megan smiled and squeezed Candi's growing erection.

"And it is true what they say about me behind my back. I am a lesbian. But you are absolutely gorgeous, young and cute. Forbidden fruit, just my type. If it's any consolation if you were a real woman you would still be here with me, being seduced."

"But this is even better. A stunning young girl who has a cock!" Megan pulled Candi down on the bed and reached out to darken the sleeping pod.

The two stunning hostesses kissed, their lipsticked lips locked and their tongues entwined. Candi had surrendered; she saw no point in resistance, Megan knew her secret. Candi began to realise that she missed making love to a woman with a vagina; well just a little. So why not take up Megan's offer which was really a demand anyway.

"We've got fifteen minutes honey. Why don't you scratch Cruella's itch!" Megan grinned and pulled down Candi's skirt.

Candi kicked the skirt out of the way and knelt at the foot of the bed, her erection proud and rampant. Candi slipped out her tongue and licked Megan's slim stockinged ankles, taking her feet in her hands Candi massaged Megan's calves and sighed. Candi slid her tongue along Megan's legs and spent a few minutes teasing the fine wrinkles in her stockings at the backs of her knees. Megan shuddered and she twisted her fingers in Candi's scalp.

"You seem to know what you are doing Candace Pops," Megan groaned and shucked out of her own skirt.

Candi continued the journey up Megan's elegant legs stopping at the tops of her stockings to explore the dark welts and the smooth creamy skin of her thighs. Megan guided Candi's face to her crotch and Candi licked Megan's mound through her black satin panties. They were moist and pungent with her juices.

"Don't take forever! You know what I want!" Megan pulled aside the gusset of her panties and forced Candi's face into her sex.

Candi's tongue explored Megan's labia and found her hooded clitoris. It was erect and as soon as Candi licked it Megan pushed Candi's face into her groin and writhed against her.

"Ohh!" Megan moaned.

Candi licked Megan's clitoris with long slow strokes and gradually increased the speed; her wet tongue lapped Megan's sex and Candi tasted her sweet secretions. Megan's heels were drumming on the bed and Candi knew she was close to climax. Candi frantically suckled Megan's sopping vagina ensuring her tongue teased her clitoris. Candi grasped Megan's hips and forced her face into Megan's sex as she suckled, licked and caressed her.

"Oh god you are good at this you little hussy!" Megan entwined her fingers tightly in Candi's hair and forced Candi's face into her vagina as she orgasmed.

Candi licked and sucked Megan to climax and then she slowed down as Megan began to come down from her orgasm. Megan's clitoris became sensitive after her orgasm and as Candi continued to lick it she pushed Candi's face out of her groin. She pulled Candi's face up to hers; Megan's face was glowing and her mascara was smeared. Megan kissed Candi; exploring her mouth with her tongue.

Megan opened her legs for Candi and she slid between them; their nylons rustled as they rubbed together in the quiet pod.

"Put it in me Candace! Fuck me!" she moaned and reached down and placed Candi's penis at the entrance to her hot wet vagina.

Megan lifted her legs and wrapped them around Candi's flanks and pulled Candi to her. Candi's rampant penis slid inside Megan's warm, moist cunt and Candi began to slowly fuck Megan.

Candi's turgid member slid in and out of Megan's buttery cunt and almost immediately Candi felt her orgasm approaching. Megan was coming again too; she panted with lust and desire, her sweet breath huffed in Candi's ear, whispering obscenities as she drummed her heels on Candi's back to encourage her to fuck her harder. Candi emptied her seed deep inside Megan, she ground the base of her penis against Megan's pubis, stimulating her clitoris.

The two lovely hostesses rutted and fucked against each other, whispering obscenities in the dark pod until they were both sated.

Candi kissed Megan and held her close until she became aware that Megan was struggling beneath her.

"Break's over Miss Pops! Back to work," Megan grinned in the gloom extracting herself from underneath Candi.

Megan turned the lighting back up and the two hosties adjusted their clothing. Megan brushed her hair and then handed the brush to Candi and began to fix her makeup. Candi borrowed some of Megan's cosmetics and fixed her own makeup.

They checked each other out, brushing out wrinkles and wiping at little stains here and there.

Megan shot her hand under Candi's skirt and patted her groin.

"That thing isn't going to fall out halfway through dinner service is it?" she joked.

"I'll get my handbag and put on some new pantyhose and slip in another panty liner," Candi replied.

Megan put her hands over her ears and pulled a face.

"Far too much information Miss Pops," she said; now firmly back in control as the purser.

"Carry on then. That's all," Megan suddenly found something interesting on one of her fingernails.

"Just one thing Megan. How did you know?" Candi looked at Megan quizzically.

"That's Ms DeVille to you dear. Now get back to work," she ordered.

The rest of the flight was actually quite mundane and by the time the announcement was made for passengers to take their seats on the approach to Changi airport, Candi and Millie were quite exhausted and looking forward to a long shower and a sleep.

"Ladies and gentlemen this is the Captain. We are now on our final approach to Changi airport in Singapore and those of you on the left side of the cabin have a marvellous view of the Royal Navy's Flagship, the aircraft carrier, HMS Ark Royal docked at Sembawang. It's good to know that the Empire is still represented in South East Asia," the tannoy announced.

Candi and Millie were sitting side by side in their jump seats next to the forward passenger door and had a clear view out the window.

Millie leaned over and looked out the window.

"It is quite impressive Candi," she gasped.

"I don't care if there's a fucking flying saucer from Mars down there; I just want some sleep," Candi replied and Millie giggled.

To be continued

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"I don't care if there's a fucking flying saucer from Mars down there; I just want some sleep," Candi replied and Millie giggled as the Skyliner made its approach into Changi airport, Singapore.

The flight deck crew and the first class hostesses were rushed through customs and immigration and bussed away to a five star hotel on Scotts Street close to Orchard Road in the affluent area of Singapore City. The rest of the flight crew stayed in a 'Stewie Stalag' four to a room in cramped cheap hotel rooms.

On arrival at the hotel, the male members of the fight deck crew tried to encourage the hosties to go with them to the hotel bar, undoubtedly in an attempt to 'claim their wings'. The pilots were well spoken and handsome but the hosties were beat and fobbed them off.

Candi and Millie shared a suite with two queen beds and an ensuite bathroom and they dropped their bags, dropped their uniforms, and fell into bed in their underwear, too tired to even change into nightclothes. Even though there were two beds, as matter of habit they snuggled together in the same bed and were soon fast asleep.

Candi and Millie woke up in the early evening, refreshed but in need of a shower and a change of clothes. The girls sat side by side in their lingerie fixing their hair and doing their makeup.

"I'm going out to see the city. I'm so excited! It's my fist time overseas, are you coming Millie?" Candi grinned as she applied mascara.

"Nah. I've got an errand to run and we will have plenty of time to explore Singapore. We're on this run permanently now," Millie replied pensively.

"An errand? Isn't this your first trip to Singers too?" Candi asked.

"Yeah, but its family shit. Don't worry about it Candi, we can go out tomorrow after the Skyliner promotion," Millie said a little nonplussed.

Candi shrugged her shoulders and pulled on a white A-line skirt and floral blouse. She wore sheer tan hosiery and white high heels and she thought she looked very Oriental.

Candi had read up a little on Singapore and she caught a cab to Bugis Street where the Singaporean ladyboys, known as Beanie Boys, plied their trade. She was intrigued to see if the Beanies were as feminine as they were purported to be; it was said that you couldn't tell the difference between a Beanie and a real woman so Candi was keen to see if there was anything she could learn.

Candi wondered down Bugis Street; internationally renowned for its nightly parade of flamboyantly-dressed transvestites and transsexual women attracting hordes of Caucasian gawkers who had never before witnessed Asian drag queens in full regalia.

The place was full of British sailors and Candi remembered that the Ark Royal was in port. The sailors were polite to her, if a little drunk, and soon took the hint to leave her alone when they approached her.

Having had enough of Bugis Street, Candi caught a cab to the Raffles Hotel, the last bastion of the British Raj in Singapore and an icon of the days of Empire.

Candi sidled up to the bar and ordered a Singapore Sling; the drink for which the hotel was internationally famous. Her intent was to have one or two; or maybe three or four and head on back to Scotts Street.

That was until a very handsome Naval Officer in uniform sidled up to her and introduced himself.

"Lieutenant Steven Winters, Royal Navy. At your service." He gallantly kissed her hand and Candi giggled.

Candi could tell by the gold wings on his chest that he was a pilot. An extremely good-looking Navy fighter pilot who was going to be very hard to resist. Unfortunately for the extremely good-looking Steven Winters, he was trying to seduce a transvestite, not a woman, Candi thought.

"How do you do. I'm Candace Pops, but please call me Candi; and I'm a flight steward for Goldwing Airlines." She smiled at him.

"So we are both aviators to some extent." He bowed politely.

"Cut the shit Steven, you fly jet fighters and I serve drinks to overweight businessmen who try to put their hands up my skirt every chance they can get." She sipped her drink and smiled.

Steven nodded to the bartender to bring more drinks and then he returned her smile.

"And I can well understand why Miss Pops. If I had to put my hand under any skirt here, I would definitely put it under yours," he grinned.

Candi was about ready to call it a night; and, as handsome as this young pilot was, she just didn't have the patience or the efficacy to drag things out and then at the end of night confess to him that she was a transvestite.

She leaned into him and nibbled his ear and then whispered.

"But what if you found something under my skirt you weren't expecting?" Candi withdrew and looked at him earnestly.

Steven took a half step back and studied Candy intently. He looked her up and down and a quizzical look came over him and he looked her up and down again.

He handed Candi a fresh drink and then took a long draught of his own.

"Bear with me a little. I want to tell you a true story," he grinned.

"I know a Wren named Michele. I'm not in love with her; but I'm captivated by her," he began.

"She's gorgeous, feminie, sexy, articulate, and very good businesswoman. She runs a brothel and gambling den on board the navy's flagship right under the noses of Admiralty and they haven't a clue."

Candi smiled. She found the story intriguing.

"But there's something about her. She's special." Steven smirked and sipped his drink.

He leaned in close to Candi.

"She too has something special under her skirt too. She is a transvestite," he whispered.

Before Candi could reply Steven pressed his lips to hers and put his hands on her waist and pulled her gently to him.

"You are pretty, engaging, and delightful and I would really like to spend the night with you. No strings attached. Ships in the night if I may be so crass," Steven smiled 'that smile'; the one that had melted many a heart.

"I have a boyfriend. No that's not right. I have my fiance back in England," Candi replied regretfully.

"But what harm is done if two acquaintances spend one night together? No one need know and we need never meet again. Ships in the night, as I said Miss Pops," Steve grinned and kissed her hand.

They finished their drinks and Steve led Candi upstairs to his room.

"I'm sharing my room with another officer but he's found an English girl at the British Embassy who is more than eager to bend over for a young pilot, if you know what I mean," Steve grinned.

"And is that what you're hoping this English girl will do? Bend over for you?" Candi smirked.

Steve pulled her into his arms and kissed her affectionately.

"I don't want you bent over Candace. We only have one night together and I want to look into your pretty face when we make love," he sighed.

"Who says we're making love." She smiled coyly up at him.

"Ok. I was probably a little too forward, I shouldn't have assumed just because you came to my room that... Let's start again. Take a seat and let me get you a drink," Steve pulled a chair out from under a little two-seat dining table.

Candi sat and Steve lit her a cigarette and went over to the little mini-bar and poured two gin and tonics.

He sat opposite her but their knees were touching under the table.

"So tell me about you Candace. I'm always fascinated by you special girls and how you become such gorgeous creatures." Steve's eyes studied her face.

Candi told him most of her story. How she really wanted to be a flight steward and her ruse to crossdress and then how she found that she loved living as a woman and had decided to live full time trans. She embellished the story a bit, including her relationships with Michelle Murphy and John Benstead but omitting any references to Tony Carlotta and Dennis Caputo.

"Fascinating," Steve smiled.

He then told her about the 'Barrack Room Betty's' on board HMS Ark Royal which Candi found intriguing.

"So three transvestites are running a knocking shop on board our country's flagship. That's priceless," she laughed.

It was getting late. Very late and Candi had no intention of staying the night and giving Millie something to accidentally mention to John or Michelle.

Candi reached under the table and squeezed Steve's thigh. She moved her lips to his ear and slid her tongue along his earlobe and then bit it as her fingers found his semi-erect penis and squeezed it through his trousers. He inhaled her perfume and shuddered as his penis sprang to full tumescence.

"Does this mean what I think it means?" Steve smiled.

"You're the highly qualified fighter pilot. What do your instincts tell you?" Candi kissed him again.

He lifted Candi out of her seat and led her over to the King size bed. Steve smiled as he pulled Candi to him and slid his hand under her skirt.

"I told you that if there is any girl in Raffle's who's skirt I'm putting my hand under, it's yours," he chuckled.

"Bloody men! You're all the same!" Candi grinned.

They kissed and Candi reached between them, undid Steve's flies and stroked his cock. He groaned with pleasure but kept kissing Candi and his hand found her satin panties and reached inside and freed her hardening cock from its gaff. Candi was a little surprised; but of course Steve had plenty of experience with transvestites so he wasn't concerned about playing with another penis.

She sighed with pleasure as Steve gently stroked her penis and she stroked his with the same rhythm. They fell down onto the bed but remained glued together kissing and fondling each other.

Then Steve surprised Candi even more when he broke the kiss and lowered his face to her groin and engulfed her cock and began to slowly suck it.

"Oh my god!" she groaned and riffled her hand through his hair.

Candi returned the favour and sucked and slathered at Steve's tumescent organ, running her tongue around the bulbous glans, causing him to leak pre-seminal fluid, which she lovingly licked off his glans and swallowed. Steve groaned and gently held her head and guided it up and down on his phallus.

Candi didn't want Steve to come in her mouth; she had other plans. She hiked up her skirt and climbed on top, pulled her panties aside, and lowered her puckered sphincter onto his rock hard cock. Steve thrust upwards and slowly inserted his throbbing cock deep inside her.

"Oh god that feels so good!" Candi gasped as she rode him.

"Oh god yes Candi!" Steve replied and gripped her hips and lifted her up and down as he fucked her.

Candi rode with him, allowing the tip of Steve's cock to retract almost to the entrance of her anus then she ground down on him, wriggling her buttocks to increase his pleasure. Steve stroked Candi's cock as he fucked her; pre-seminal fluid was dribbling from the eye and dripping onto his belly.

"Oh! I'm going to come!" Steve gasped.

Steve lifted Candi off him and lowered her onto the bed on her back and flung himself on top of her, impaling her on his penis. He fucked her hard and fast while he kissed her and her legs wrapped around him.

Candi was stimulated by his cock pressing on her prostate, her cock rubbing on his belly and his wild passionate kisses. She orgasmed; quivering and shaking with the intense pleasure and then she felt Steve grind against her, forcing his cock in as far it would go as he ejaculated inside her.

They both pawed at each other and smashed their lips together as they came and rode the vehement waves of gratification cursing through their bodies.

Eventually they were sated and Candi lay underneath Steve while he gently kissed her and stroked her hair.

"You are definitely a hostie with the mostest Miss Candi Pops." Steve kissed her again.

They lay side by side smoking and drinking fresh drinks that Steve had made. He was still naked and Candi had taken off her skirt and blouse but left on her stockings, heels and panties.

"So you are friends with the famous Cherri Pops from Transvixen. Wow! I used to wank off over pictures of her and Panti when I was younger. It's shame the band broke up; I actually like their music, even if they only did covers," Steve said.

Candi noticed that Steve was beginning to become tumescent again and she reached out began to softly stroke his cock; improving his erection.

"Mmm, that's nice." Steve moaned and placed his fingers on Candi's hardening cock tenting her panties.

He rolled over so he was astride her and could push his cock against her panty-clad member while he kissed her.

"Mmm that is nice." Candi smiled up at him.

Candi lifted her legs and rubbed them on his flanks and Steve shuddered.

She lifted her bottom off the bed and Steve pulled the crotch of her panties aside and slid his hard cock inside he right up to the hilt. She was still wet with his semen and it slid in easily.

"That fits very well," Candi grinned.

"It does." Steve lowered his face and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

He slowly fucked her and Candi rose to meet his thrusts. They took their time, enjoying making love with each other, both knowing it would be the last time.

They slowly increased the tempo until their orgasms were unstoppable and then they rutted and gasped as they fucked each other hard and fast. They came together again; Steve ejaculated deep inside Candi and she came against his belly. They were in the final throes of their orgasms when suddenly the door burst open.

"...and tomorrow I'll take you down and show you the ship. Oh my fucking God!"

Another handsome young man in a naval officer's uniform and a sweet looking red-haired girl stood in the doorway stunned to see Steve and Candi fucking on the bed.

"Christ! In or out for fuck sake but close the fucking door!" Steve yelled.

The two intruders blushed a deep red and stepped outside, slamming the door behind them.

Steve and Candi burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Candi cleaned up, dressed and fixed her makeup while Steve made them both another drink and changed into civvies.

"I'd better duck down the bar and let the two love birds know were finished," he grinned.

"That's ok, I'll leave through the main entrance while you go to the bar," Candi replied snubbing out her cigarette.

Steve looked disappointed.

"So this really is it?" He smiled sadly.

"Yes babe. Ships in the night remember," Candi kissed him on the cheek and left the room without looking back.

She never said a word to Millie when she got back to the hotel and once again they snuggled up together and went to sleep.

They met their obligations for the two day Skyliner 'promotional'. Once again the hostesses stood in front of the airplane, looking gorgeous, sexy and provocative. All eyes were on the scantily clad hosties providing the backdrop for the Goldwing executives while they spruiked on about the aircraft. The girls knew they were just being used as eye candy but it was worth it just to be a hostie; and to be a hostie on the Skyliner was Candi's dream job.

Megan DeVille smiled at Candi a few times but never mentioned their little interlude during the flight over to Singapore and Candi was relieved in a way.

Candi and Millie were able to go out shopping together on the last day in Singapore but once again Millie claimed she had personal business to see to that afternoon and the girls split up and went their separate ways.

"Don't know what the fuck personal business Millie could have in Singapore. I wonder if she's just fed up of being with me?" Candi said to herself as she window-shopped in Lucky Plaza.

Candi arrived back at the hotel, took the lift to the Executive floor and unlocked the door to the room she shared with Millie.

She walked into the room and dropped her packages. She was stunned to see Millie lying on the bed with her legs spread and her panties and pantyhose down around her ankles. She was sticking something in her vagina and at first Candi thought that she'd found her friend masturbating with a vibrator or dildo of some sort, but the object didn't quite look like that.

Candi just stood there gobsmacked. Millie looked up at her with discernible impatience.

"Don't just stand there!"

"Stick this up your arse Candi!" Millie said holding up a metal tube that was rounded on both ends.

Candi couldn't believe it! This was coming from demure, docile, Millicent.

"What the fuck Millie! What is that and what is this about?" Candi was flabbergasted.

"What do you think it is Candi? It's drugs! It's diamonds! It's an uranium fucking isotope!"

"I don't know Candi... and I don't give a fuck! I just do what Tony tells me to do. So now you're going to stick those tubes up your arse and smuggle them into Heathrow just like I'm sticking these up my cunt!" Millie eased another of the metal tubes into her vagina.

"But Millie... I thought you were this innocent girl who had been hard done by and had risen above it all to become a hostie so you could look after your poor mom!" Candi said, still shocked.

Millie sat up, pulled up her pantyhose and panties, lit a cigarette and poured herself a double from the bottle of Johnnie Walker on her bedside table. She took a big hit on the scotch and drew on her cigarette and looked at Candi with contempt.

"Did you really believe all the shit I sold you? I'm the poor little doe-eyed girl from the East End whose daddy used to fuck her. I'm so naïve and vulnerable that I need some tranny tart to look after me. Boohoo!" Millie scoffed.

"I've been working for Tony since I was sixteen. When Tony met you and he found out you were going to become a hostie, he saw the potential straight away. He got me to apply for a job as a hostie with Goldwing too."

"He paid the right people to ensure we both got selected for training and to ensure we aced the course and got selected for the Skyliner. Tony needs a reliable connection in and out of Singapore and we are it," Millie took another deep lungfull of smoke.

"And my job is make sure that you do what he needs you to do." Millie grinned.

"But I was selected on merit. I was the best candidate and I was the best hostie during training!" Candy snatched Millie's cigarettes off the table and lit one and poured herself a generous helping of scotch.

"Hey. Help yourself doll; they're duty free," Millie smirked.

"The selection was rigged. We were always going to get selected for the Flight Steward Academy and for the Skyliner, Caputo and Cruella were in his pocket."

Candi looked stunned.

"But Dennis Caputo! He...he said he would expose me! He blackmailed me!" Candi stammered.

"The Dennis Caputo thing? Do you really think Tony rubbed him out cause he was blackmailing you for sex. Tony couldn't care if you got it up the arse all day every day with Caputo's dick or his cannoli for that matter. Caputo had been paid by Tony to make sure you and I got into the hostie program and when he tried to double dip? Well now he's a dead pool-boy with a broom up the whazoo!"

Millie topped off her drink and lit another cigarette. She leaned over and topped off Candi's drink too.

"But how do you know Tony?" Candi took a slug of the harsh liquid.

"I've been one of his hookers for as long as I can remember. Mom bought me to him early. She didn't have any money, all her useless boyfriends had cleaned her out but she saw that I was looker with a good body so she did what she had to." Millie shrugged her shoulders.

"But those stories you told me?" Candi continued.

"What? About the pregnancy? About Randall Cunningham and Mr Grimsby?" Candi asked.

"That old cunt Grimsby? It was my proposal that he wank off on my legs for those new tights, not his. Yes that's right; I would let him wank off over my legs and feet after school and I got a new pair of Pretty Pollies every time I did."

"And Randall...that schmuck never stood a chance! I seduced him; not he seduced me. Then I took him for everything he had. I blackmailed him; I told him that I'd tell my stupid cow of a mother that he was fucking me unless he paid up. I told him I'd go to the police."

"I was never pregnant you dopey cow! As if! I've been on the pill since I first started bleeding into my knickers!" Millie snickered.

"What about John? What about Michelle? Are they in on this?" A tear began to run down Candi's face.

"No babe. John isn't smart enough to be part of this. He actually loves you. And Michelle; well she was just used by Tony, he's got a thing for her as you know," Millie smiled bleakly.

"So you knew I was a transvestite the whole time? When we snuggled in bed, when I told you my hopes and dreams," Candi sobbed.

Millie took Candi into her arms and hugged her.

"Look I know this is a shock but think about it? You got what you wanted. You are a flight steward on the best, most expensive, most high class aircraft in the world."

"And you have the protection of Tony Carlotta. No one can hurt you. You can settle down with John Benstead if you want; your wages are good and Tony is going to slip you something extra every time we deliver whatever is in those tubes," Millie hugged Candi.

"Look I think you're sometimes cocky, selfish, and certainly naïve. But I do like you Candi. There's no reason we can't be friends," Millie said.

"If it helps; my mom is on the bones of her arse and I'm doing this so I can buy her a nice house in the country. And maybe a few things for myself ," Millie grinned her mischievous grin.

Candi lit another cigarette and sipped her scotch. Her mascara had run and she looked forlorn but she managed a weak smile.

"So you really don't know what is in those cylinders?" Candi smiled feebly.

"Nope! Don't know! Don't wanna know; and don't care. So long as Tony pays me," Millie replied.

Candi snuggled up closer to her friend.

"And how much exactly is he paying us?" she smiled.

Candi was nervous as they approached the flight crew express customs and immigration desks at Heathrow airport. Millie took up station on one side of her and Megan DeVille on the other.

"Just relax. Don't look suspicious, just hand over your passport and customs declaration and open your shopping bags. The Customs officers are bored shitless and are used to flight crews coming and going so they never worry us," Megan whispered.

And she was right. It was a total doddle.

Millie shared a taxi home with Candi and followed her inside. Candi went to the bathroom and expelled the three little tubes which was all she could fit inside herself comfortably. She washed them and dried them and bought them out to Millie.

"What happens now?" Candi asked.

"I take them to Tony, you fuck your boyfriend so he thinks everything's ok, and in two day's time we do it again only this time there is only a one night stopover in Singapore," Millie said, lighting a cigarette.

"No, I mean how do we get paid?" Candi asked.

"Just wait and it will come. Tony will need to check the merchandise, whatever the fuck it is, first. See you day after tomorrow doll; call me if you wanna do lunch or something." Millie smiled and kissed Candi on the cheek and saw herself out.

As soon as Millie was gone Candi picked up the phone and called John and Michelle and they came right over. She told them about the smuggling and all about Millie.

"The cheeky little cunt! Who would have thought?" John grinned.

"Fucking Tony!" was all Michelle could say.

"Well John! What the fuck do I do?" Candi asked him.

"Babe, I'm his counterfeiter and forger. I already work for Tony so I guess you do now too, whether you like it or not." John ran his fingers through his long hair, looking worried.

"And I'm a business associate and sometime fuck buddy. I've known Tony for years and the one thing I do know is that you don't cross him," Michelle concurred.

The three of them sat in silence at the table drinking scotch and smoking; staring into space.

John and Michelle broke the silence when they said in unison:

"How much does it pay?"

The next day there was another delivery poked through the letterbox. This time when Candi unwrapped it she found a box of Cadbury's Roses chocolates. The note attached said:

'Candy for my Candi xxx Tony'

"Fuck!" John and Candi stared at the opened box of chocolates on the dinning table.

"All that risk and all you get is a fucking box of chockies!" Steve growled.

"Fuck Tony!" Candi screamed and threw the box of chocolates across the room and the chocolates went everywhere.

Along with one thousand pounds in twenty pound notes that were under the first layer of chocolates.

"Fuck!" Candi and John yelped and got down on their knees and scrambled for the cash.

******

One year later Candi closes the door to the new penthouse apartment she shares with John and locks the door behind her. As drops her house keys into her purse she looks at the gold wedding band on her ring finger and smiles. She is dressed in her Skyliner uniform. The light blue A-line skirt, with the very short hem; the form-fitting jacket now with silver piping along the lapels indicating a fully trained hostess, a long sleeved white satin blouse and black patent leather four-inch heels. She's pulling a little overnight carry bag on wheels.

Underneath her uniform she is wearing white satin panties and a matching B-cup brassiere which nicely supports her new firm breasts courtesy of augmentation surgery she had undertaken in a hospital in Bangkok six months previously. She is wearing a pair of sheer-to-the waist fifteendenier flesh-toned pantyhose and they help her gaff in place between her legs and will also help keep the three little tubes inside her anus on the return flight.

Her hire car is waiting as usual and the driver holds the rear door open for her, averting his eyes as she climbs in. Wearing the tiny skirt there is no way to enter or exit the car without flashing her knickers and as usual there is a small group of teenaged boys hanging outside her apartment building waiting for just this opportunity. She smiles to herself and deliberately opens her legs wider than she needs to.

The car drives a mile further into London and pulls over to pick up Millicent Walker who is dressed the same as Candi and has her own little group of admirers who watch her get into the car.

They have time to smoke a cigarette and catch up on gossip on the way to Heathrow airport where they stride through the concourse knowing that every eye is on them. The men thinking lustful thoughts and the women jealous.

Millie and Candi walk through the first class cabin collecting glasses prior to take off and Megan DeVille's sultry voice comes over the loudspeakers.

"Good Morning! Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome aboard this Goldwing Skyliner flight to Singapore. My name is Megan DeVille and I'm your In-flight Service Director. Your flight attendants in the first class cabin are Miss Candace Benstead and Miss Millicent Walker and along with myself we are here to ensure you have an enjoyable flight to Singapore this morning."

Candi and Millie buckle themselves into the jump seats next to the forward passenger door and look out the window as the aircraft taxis. As it thunders down the runway they look down the rows of cubicles to make sure none of the passengers are walking around during take off.

They instinctively reach out and hold each other's hands. They are both smiling.

The end.