A Flight Attendant - fourth page

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It had been over three weeks, the Mistress was due a phone call.

'You're calling me, are you starting to Chirrup?'

'My legs touch lightly when I walk naturally, it's something I've gotten used to; it's certainly nice to speak with you as well.'

'Point taken, I've got someone in a densely packed area whose Housing didn't work out as planned and a Foreign Government could be about to persuade him he's an important Prince and he might like to take his proper place in an all pervasive Kingdom, do you think you might be able to keep him in place for a Month while we try to get a better mark on his currency?'

'I get the idea, send me some actual details.' Cassy wanted to talk to someone a bit longer today, she felt chatty.

'Thank you for being a Love, have you thought about a Table?'

'I'll look into it and get back to you.' Table you can have, but each one should have Salt on it; if not Pepper for grinding and possibly some Cutlery. It all ends up costing more Money than it's worth somehow.

'Har, har.' The forced laugh acknowledged the intended meaning of the communication. 'You will be getting a text by tomorrow evening.'

'Thanks, sweet you know' Her voice deepening unintentionally.

'Have you some progress with the Questions we were all sent?' The Boss was intent on reminding people of such.

'They sent them to everyone, a wide distribution?' If someone was in charge of Cassy and her "Boss", this correct view should be reinforced.

'Yah, I mean yes, I've been working on them. Looks like I would have done better randomly guessing than trying for the correct answer as not a single one had a right answer from me.'

'This is clearly an ongoing attempt to bolster the endless American Revolution and keep it alive against common precedence and sense, the only possible reason for asking for answers to these queries in the first place.' Cassy was feeling suddenly eloquent.

'Sounds and looks as though you have been doing better on these tests than me. Don't bother trying for my Job, your test results are too good to be almost permanently Desk bound.' She varied the pitch of her voice.

'The range of questions aren't there to discern what we like and don't like, presumably.' Intellectual engagement might be best.

'Yes, that's right.'

'You though, what do you like?'

'I like you Cassy, would you go for a Dinner date today?'

'Lunch tomorrow i could do, I have the afternoon clear.' The reason for the approach had matured and come to fruition, a success so far; now don't mess it up.

'I like it, we can compare notes.' On the Phone it very much sounded like she was taking written notes quickly with a Pen rather than sitting back in a very comfortable swivel chair in a confident posture.

'Think some more about what you might like and we can discuss it a bit more and then get some better answers.' Cassy was Hornier than she'd been for a while and the thought of going back to Masturbation was unappealing and depressing.

'I will do that, I'll send you the details of the Restaurant etc. I have to go now.'

'Will I be calling you Mistress?'

'We'll know and find out. Let's just say you cannot call me that, Okay.'

'Fine, bye then.'

'See you soon, goodbye.'

It was a date, the question of the chance for real sexual release remain unanswered, but the chance was worth the play. The Hotel round the block was the place for an early Dinner, but a short hop flight was leaving in an hour and Cass. felt she was pushing it already as she was not there super early looking absolutely top notch.

The text came from Mistress about mid-morning, she would be making for a 3 initially, getting introduced to a Banker and a Pilot who might appreciate some chat and company. The Lesbianism as well as the Masturbation were on hold at about the same time, looking at the Bank balance, maybe some extra investments could be the order of the day.

At the Hotel Restaurant Cassy was shown to a table, only the Mistress was sat there. 'It is me after all.' The Boss opened with.

'I'm good with that, a bit relieved really. Could I have the Seafood?' Cassy was determined to open up a little more than usual.

The Food went down Okay and then it was upstairs to a room, on the way up in the lift Mistress reached out her hand and gave a bit of a mild squeeze and kept onto it when a few others entered. On leaving she pulled mildly toward her Room. Alone on the floor she asked, 'May I kiss you, that is do you kiss?'

'Of course Mistress, I kiss all over.' Cassy was determined to make a good "rest of the day" of it.

'I did tell you to not call me that and I would like a kiss right now.' She got what she wanted at the door to her room.

Inside the place was plush and fairly spacious, the Mistress didn't go for another kiss, but pulled a string under her Skirt and her knickers pulled away without the need to step out of them, she pushed Cassie's head down to her groin. Kneeling Cassy begged to taste the Woman.

'We'll have to get to the Bathroom, if you insist.' Reading reports was what this person lived for.

'I insist.' Said Cassy.

It was early morning when they woke, 'Could I ask you for some truth?' said Cassy.

'I'm the practice target for your pillow talk now?' Taking the Male role came easy to this Bossy Boss.

'Maybe I would just like your opinion and is this pillow talk.' The subservient role could be Cassie's favourite for the first time viewer.

'Fact is we'd like you to do more Piloting because we're going to assassinate all our enemies from a semi-submersible based in the middle of the Pacific, we have a Satellite in stationary orbit directly above there and you'll have to learn to fly an Osprey or some other VTOL to get there and back. It's all just a question of closing a series of partially drawn Circles; effectively it's going to be premeditated Murder through Drone Warfare.'

'I like it, if the main console is a handheld Nintendo I'm sure we'll win outright with no comeback. No chance of a prison sentence when their's a change of government because it's all so secret. I wouldn't be the one to take the fall they would be very understanding that I arranged and followed the Target and then became an executioner on orders from higher up people who had only the best interests of the Nation to the fore at all times.'

'We'll win outright, but the two of us don't want to be among those the Pentagon are prepared to waste in the process. I have some Mouthwash, we're leaving shortly, thank you for a very pleasant time.'

'My pleasure, I guess the truth is not forthcoming or any optimism.' Cassy kept her pitch up toward the end of the sentence indicating a disagreement wasn't the intended meaning of the words spoken.

'You guessed right, what I would say is that don't leave or make any hints that you may be a Digital Nomad; some places are looking as though they could get overly frisky about things. I would like to help you dress etc.' Covering multiple subjects was a normal part of speaking and others should just understand everything that's said and process it easily without misinterpretation.

'Hmm, can't resist.' Cassy had not had sex with someone of her own Gender for a long time, it had not been half bad.

'I have some information I would like you to take to your now poorly long term friend on a portable Media, it's stuff I could just send to you by eMail, but him and his handlers have some stricter rules. I'll transfer the File this week, no hurry it should get to him within 7 days of that.'

'I am not sure I can do it looks as though we're all booked up for a good two week stint.' The pace of the speaking had picked up.

The Mistress paused and levelled her eyes with the Newbie, still young employee. 'Take what I send, repackage it with the Crypting skills you have and get it there Digitally and don't let on.' A monotone, slow and even delivery of important instruction might make for fewer mistakes on implementation.

'Arrh, I get you; we were going to pre-arrange something.' Cass. moved her eyes away and started to make moves toward getting stuff together for leaving.

'Don't.' Almost clipping the speech the Mistress was clearly exasperated with the Online Digital World.

'I'd like that Kiss now.' Cassy made cute Cow-like eyes and she got her kiss.

Getting back to her relatively new home Cassy disinfected her Kitchen again before making for a very early night with the plan for making the Gym, having rest for another early night before starting a near Marathon roster adherence. Vague recollection of disinfecting the kitchen last week surfaced part way through and on examination all the rest of it looked spotless so the itinerary changed in favour of the Gym visit first. Sat at the Computer again the latest Crypting arrangement that had the filename, 'SuPerCrYptO' suddenly looked inadequate compared to the need; the Computer closed and the Gym session started.

Toward the end of the longest employment engagement so far and a few days had been clipped off. 'You'll be picked up by Car from home', was the gyst of the eMail. A stint accompanying the Vice Presidential Caravan and Motorcade on a tour of Government Offices and Businesses in the local area. White Blouse only and a Jacket (pick your Colour) at all times, no Gun, Clipboard with papers supplied and all downtime to be taken up with speech-writing on given subjects and scenarios; official Laptop only (supplied), Phone on silent (approved numbers preferred). Wow, none of this was the least bit normal, perhaps the least normal was the extensive writing about any and everything was a requirement as well.

The Car was not a Black one with dark Windows, but had a slight tint to the side backseat Windows where the Earpiece, Clipboard and Laptop awaited, her trolley was swallowed whole in the luggage section and was the only thing there.

'We have to pick up one other, bit of a detour.' The driver informed her.

'Thank you.' Not used to a Chauffeur driven lifestyle a conversation was not tried as the distraction away from driving might not be welcomed and what was their to say anyway.

The Computer told her everything she might need to know about the few days ahead and accepted the Fingerprint and Facial recognition first time and linked with the Earpiece straightoff. The person to be picked up was a local elected official who would ask for assistance if needed and 'every courtesy should be extended'. When the person eventually got in it was a Female who had clearly just stepped away from the Hairdressers, a bold upfront introduction was in order from Cassy.

'Cassy, pleased to meet you.' The driver had held the door and seen to the carry-bag.

'Good Afternoon, local Representative Melindra. Look forward to picking your Brains.'

'Ha!' retorted Cassy, 'Was not expecting anything Medical.'

'Yes, I'll take that the way it was offered, but I would like the speech writing to take a serious tone if I'm to use them and be very saleable to Business and other leaders, I have some examples I can forward.'

'Yes, please that would be good for me I think. This is a new aspect of written English for me and I am totally Neophyte when it comes to Politics.'

'Here, have a Cheat sheet.' Passing an A4 sized piece of Paper.

As a Spy this could be thought of a normal aspect to the profession, accepting writing that could prove useful for the good of the Nation and People, but the movement of Cassy's hand seemed to falter or be hesitant for some reason, perhaps this might be something she could work on for the future. The Journey was taken up with work and looking at the Scenery, this is still a beautiful place despite what the news might be saying about pollution, Global warming and ongoing outbreaks of Violence which seemed to exist in an exaggerated existence not the least bit recognisable as a proper reality for many people.

The conversation was not great in transit, a stulted and faltering approach seemed to best describe the Politicians monotone speech and when the conversation turned to the Crypting of material she openly commented that Cassy's lot, 'All spoke and wrote fluent Russian anyway', making the need for all the Cryptography, 'as obsolete as a Chinese Typewriter.' Not much point trying to deny her role in the machinery of Government, Cassy steered away from the subject of the complaining onto the expected expansion of local businesses under the fantastic new administration, getting onto the subject of Fertility was definitely out of bounds. Assisting the VP was quite clearly the most important and useful job this person had ever been involved with, the enthusiasm for Politics was certainly catching, infectious almost and any opinion that the net result of the upswing with the economy simply entrapped more people into the Wage Slave role was clearly wrong, not to be thought of and possibly treasonous. Cassy thanked God and counted her blessings she was not going to be having a future in Politics or getting bound to a mundane and possibly harmful work environment that suited only those with the serious resilience to tough it out.

The Medical people had been in contact, did she want to take the Child to term or they had a suitable surrogate, Cassy didn't think about it much the Child could go to an Alien Womb and then the Father might be billed at least twice for the inconvenience his Spunk had foisted upon Womankind. Cassy Loved and she certainly loved Men, but her career was really getting enjoyable and the Bank Account would be needing more consideration shortly; a further upgrade to the accommodation might be nice, but what was the point of that when the Homepad was rarely visited. All that would just be more to clean when in residence, no point then and that was that. Speech-writing was becoming more learned about and the imaginative viewpoint of holding an audience of various sized in amplified Vocalization came fairly easily. Consulting on Syntax and delivery with the co-passenger changed, if not improved the output making for some acceptably sized Computer files that winged their way through the Ethernet to wherever the Secretary to the VP was located adding to the project of encouraging support for proper Government. The new collaborative software was helping a lot and was absolutely superb.

The research into the question about scores for the Intelligence Quotient made for some interesting reading, the A.I. consulted at first demanded that this should not be an attempt at cheating before going any further with Pictogram assessment and a Video Conference call with her convalescing Friend revealed that whatever the score, those at MENSA would be setting back the result gauged by AI to under 147 for reasons of aesthetics and not least to keep their membership lists down in numbers and up in intellect. It was all applicable to Academia and Academics and not much more than that with little regard to serious learning. The answers given as definites could hardly be believed, almost unimaginable that the correct answer was B when obviously D appeared incontrovertibly correct and those marked up as C for definite were E according to each and every AI engine and source. Leaving School as soon as this had become an option would have meant the Scholarly study would have presented a better I.Q. but after all the Money earned, life lived and experiences gained had to be worth more to a person than a 3 digit number that could consign someone to an Office bound, dreary existence where the only fun might be saving as much paper as possible for the daily shredding.

The explanation as to the bias away from the correct answer could be a few things, a subconscious desire to betray, rebelliousness, foolhardy heroism, inferior intellect, diminishing return values; lots of things. Whatever the intellectualism of it all it certainly made Cassy more introspective for a time giving way to more Artistry than before that was expressed in this case by writing speeches for a Political Assistant to the Vice President.

Having been careful and diligent in moving the conversation away from the Secrecy of the Nation, State etc. Melindra now wanted to move it back there and made an enquiry about the 'Enemy Within'. The trainee Spy brushed this off stating that the Book Title may have made it to a full length Novel and feature Film as far as she knew and no-one in her circle of friends knew anything at all about this subject. Everything had to go through the proper channels and be documented was the line she pedalled in a confident insistence, if the Political gears that included the local Politicians didn't know about it the information was in the wrong place and possibly wasn't even worth knowing about.