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Stories Told from Gate Number Eight: Part One

Date: 12/12/2014, Categories: mF, Exh, Voy, Author: KinkyNick_Canada, Rating: 1, Source: reddit

STORIES TOLD FROM GATE NUMBER EIGHTPart One, of Many More Tales to Come, by Nick Faraway............................................................................................................................................................................................................................1.Maggie's Monday Morning BluesMaggie let out an audibly resigned breath of air, pinching her lips together as she did so... Then, she bent down beside the cardboard box in-front of her, balanced precariously on her high-heels and being extremely careful not to let the brim of her skirt catch on her ass, the way it sometimes did when she wasn't being careful. Just this moment, Maggie didn't feel like giving every man, woman and child waiting at Gate 8 of the Melbourne International Airport the chance to see her exposed panties at 4 a.m. on a Monday morning.Then again, Maggie thought, a little bitterly,at my age, I shouldn't complain if anybody wants to take a peek at *my ass*.She sliced the packing-tape with a box-cutter, then pulled the cardboard flaps back, revealing a two-by-two grid made out of shiny Hustler magazines. This was,by far, the least pleasant part of her job. Maggie loathed having to stack thePlayboys and theHustlers and thePenthouses onto the shelves.It wasn't that she hated pornography itself in any way. Or that she thought it was irresponsible to sell these magazines at the same magazine-stand as Spongebob comics and miniature LEGO planes (though, it ... was indeed odd to her). No... Maggie couldn't barephysically holding onto them. And more importantly, beingseen holding onto one of them. All around her, she would sense the passer-by's stop dead in their tracks and gawk at her, because she was a 47 year old woman holding onto a bloodyporn magazine!Maggie let out another sigh. Followed by a deep breath.You're being silly, she told herself.Just silly, that's all. Was this anxiety irrational? Yes, sheknew that it was.Absurdly it was. But in reality, no one really cared, of course. But, could she help but feel it?Not in the slightest...2.Uniforms vs. CostumesMaggie reached into the cardboard box and grabbed a stack ofHustlers in each hand, then stood to place them on the top-shelf,where young boys would be able to see them, but not reach them, she thought. Then, as Maggie bent back down to grab more magazines, she noticed a group of flight-attendants walking toward Gate 8, getting ready to board a plane; four of them, all women, all over thirty.They look like a fantasy out of one of these magazines, Maggie thought, bitter again. Even the normally ugly fluorescent lights in the air-port seemed unnaturally flattering on their faces.God, I hate them...She was made to wear a very similar blue skirt to the one they wore as part of their uniform, only they were able to wear their's with a sense ofpurpose, ordesirability.I mean, Maggie's self-conscience thoughts continued on relentlessly,they make sexy flight attendant costumes for ...