Bull Or Bare - Note NSFW Thread

[Idlewyld]

Now let's not be hasty here. Constance Meadows loved her job. She absolutely loved it. Being a stewardess (airline hostess sounded so contrived) was the best thing since woman first discovered rocky road ice cream. From her first flight at the age of six, she had been enamored with air travel, and had worked diligently throughout adolescence to secure a position with one of the major carriers. In her career to date at United Airlines, now going on her fifth year, she had visited 326 cities, all 50 states, and as of last count, her passport carried the stamp of 63 different nations. She had over 1500 Facebook friends worldwide, and many of them she actually considered friends. She honestly woke up every morning looking forward to her day, which, as those in the working world know, isn't all that common anymore.

But then there were days like today. Days in which she looked longingly at the door to the 767 and walking out never to return. Mid Flight. First came the redeye from Sea-Tac to O'Hare. Redeyes are never pleasant as they are always too early, and flying west meant that even though the clock said 11:00 when she arrived, her brain was still saying eight. But in the end, it wasn't that bad - everyone was still asleep. The 11:35 from Chicago to Dallas-Fort Worth was a whole deeper circle of Hell. First of all, as one might notice, Connie's flight arrived at eleven, which was one full hour late, which meant a mad dash across the terminal simply in order to get to the gate on time. Then came the actual flight. The Captain who swore he could fly the plane one-handed and made very clear what he wanted to do with the other hand - at least until Connie suggested that if he kept it up, he'd be flying one-handed for the rest of his natural life. The gentleman in 34C who insisted on passing his time watching a racy film on his iPad, much to the displeasure of the family with three children in Row 35. And of course there was the lovely couple who had decided to make this the momentous day when they would enter the mile-high club. Which was all very romantic unless you were the one who had to fish the Manolo Blahnik clogging up the lavatory. And then be berated for the shoe being returned in that bright blue shade of toilet cleaner. It took every ounce of tact for Connie not to call the woman an idiot for wearing white shoes while pursuing pleasure in a commode in the first place. All she wanted to do was land, get out, and fly back home to Chicago where she could collapse on her own bed.

But it was not to be. People unfamiliar with Texas tend to think of its climate in terms of what they see in cowboy movies: hot and dusty. But that is only part of the story. People who live in Texas know that in fact it has four seasons: Hot, Hotter, Damn Hot, and What the Fuck is This? What the Fuck is This season came to Texas two weeks early, and as usual, the good people at DFW were not prepared for the ice storm. To be fair, it would have presented a challenge to airport personnel in more prepared Northern Climes - even Minneapolis or Boston. But such considerations mean little to people when they realize that every connecting flight out of Dallas-Fort Worth has been cancelled. Suddenly the only thing the father on Flight 268 to Orlando can think of is that his family is getting to Disney World a day late; the businesswoman on Flight 637 realizes that she will not make her meeting in Denver tomorrow morning; the studmuffin on Flight 116 to Vegas isn't going to make it for his best friend's bachelor party. Multiply that by about a thousand (keeping in mind that DFW is American's main hub) and one might understand the scene that evening.

Ever the team player, Connie was more than willing to help out the gate agents in doing their best to book the stranded passengers to their destinations on still theoretical flights tomorrow morning. And also to find them all hotel rooms for the night. It was about 9 in the evening when the mess was entirely straightened out and the gate agent next to her gave her a grateful hug and a voucher for a room at the Airport Sheraton. She in turn handed him her cell number for the next time she was in town. Strictly platonic, though. Bob was only into redheads, and probably more importantly, only into men. So Constance found herself making a ten minute sprint across the airport, rolling her bag behind her, her blonde shoulder length curls flying everywhere, and her blue uniform in a very rare state of disarray just in time to slip into the Sheraton courtesy van as it was arriving on its forty-seventh round trip that evening.

 

[MsBloom]

New York, New Orleans, San Fransisco and then Mexico City, that had been the planned itinerary for Molly's trip across the US and she had intended to travel by train but now her late Aunt Daphne's lawyers had called and she had to go back to New York. It seemed there were urgent business relating to the estate that could not be handled without her presence, papers that needed to be signed and a meeting she simply had to attend in person. George, Aunt Daphne's old partner's son had gotten wind of the inheritance and was making trouble. Now normally lawyers would handle such a thing on their own but George was adament in his demand to meet her face to face to discuss a proposition that he refused to discuss with the lawyers.

To say that Molly was more than a little annoyed at having to discontinue her journey from New Orleans to San Fransisco wouldn't be the understatement of the year. She was furious when she had bought the plane ticket back to New York from Forth Worth, or Dallas Forth Worth, DFW for short, as the airport was called. She hated flying and usually she blamed her reluctance to travel through the skys on the issues of global warming and such things but the truth of it was that it simply made her nauseous, much the same way some people get sea sick or car sick she got plane sick. It had been bad enough that she had had to fly from Copenhagen to New York to get there in time for the reading of the will, less than two months ago.

And now on top of everything some kind of bizarre winter weather had hit Texas and every plane out of DFW was cancelled, not that they would have been able to take off anyway. The fact that no one seemed to know exactly when traffic would be resumed again didn't help with Molly's mood. Now she would have to find a hotel room in the middle of an airport that was basically closed down and filled with thousands of people needing to do the same. She had called every hotel within the airport but none of them had wanted to let her actually book a room due to the hundreds of stranded people filling up their receptions. Her last chance was to take the courtesy van to the Airport Sheraton which was just arriving, and hope for the best. She refused to sleep at the terminal.

She picked up her duffel bag with clothes and necessities and the large portfolio with her sketch pads, or varying sizes, in it and walked hastily towards the van just as it pulled up to the curb.Not exactly looking where she was going she bumped into an airline hostess who came running out of nowhere, or at least so it seemed.
”Hey, watch it,” Molly began but then simply shrugged.
The collision was probably just as much, if not more, her own fault. Instead she mumbled an apology and let the black haired woman pass and got on the van after her.

 

[WaveVelour]

An untimely surprise, a so-called act of god to cancel the flights, an invisible cloud of frustration was added into the regular hassle of the airport. The arrivals felt lucky, while the opposite was true for those who awaited at the gates in hopes of a safe and quick air travel. Locals and visitors alike however, everyone seemed to be surprised by the sudden change in weather, puzzled to witness how the day’s heat turned into a chilling breeze in the evening that glazed the surroundings without a roof atop. An unforeseen phenomena to cause many inconveniences across crowds of disappointed passengers, ranging from mild to major. Certainly, enough to wear down the helpful airport personal and disturb the forced smile they were obliged to wear. Even they seemed to have been caught off guard by the silvery storm that grounded the planes.

Opting to turn her back on the chaotic hustle at the terminal, an irritated pair of green eyes glanced through the large windows, her gaze failing to pierce through the mist of rain to find the runway. In contrast to her blank stare, her sense of hearing was focused on the voice on her phone. “I’m telling you Karl, the man jinxed me.” It had been a long conversation, speaking the details of her last meeting with her manager, or rather her displeasure of it. “That awfully fat producer, of course.” Heather continued. She had come to Dallas to discuss a potential job, appearing in an advertisement campaign. “Oh, don’t laugh.” The product in question was a new brand of perfume for men. “Yeah, I suppose it could have been funny, if it wasn’t me that is.” In a rather cliché setting, she was asked to play the part of a mesmerized cowgirl who was captivated by the product’s supposed attraction, which she had ended up turning down.

In the meantime, while the woman was busy venting her accumulated frustration on her manager, the aimless crowd behind her had begun to thin out. After all, there wasn’t much they could do, but to accept their fate and seek accommodation, whether it was an uncomfortable bench at the terminal or a soft bed in a hotel. “A hat? Oh, shut up…” Giving out a small chuckle, she turned back to glance around the building. Thankfully, while most people needed to work out what to do next themselves, she had people to arrange things for her, to make the necessary calls. “Tomorrow, I hope... Whatever… Where will I stay?” She gave an ear to what he had to say, listening to his manager’s instructions, from the name of the hotel to the way of transport. “It’s ok. Thank you.” Putting one hand on the handle of her cabin luggage, she ended the call to make her way outside the airport.

Like whenever she had to travel, this time too Heather went with comfort rather than elegancy in terms of what she wore. Thus, a comfortable pair of pants hugged her gentle hips, while a messy bun kept her brown hair from swaying. On top, she wore a blouse, grey in colour like her pants, only darker, and not as close-fitting. Following the signs, the woman strode across the terminal. Behind her, the wheeled luggage followed the lead of its owner’s well-defined hips. Once outside, a cold breeze instantly blew into her slim form, chilling her to the bone, making her rush towards the relevant van already waiting outside. Shivering still, it didn’t take long for her luggage to occupy a spot in the trunk, and her coy bum to rest in a seat within the vehicle. Yet unaware of the second surprise of the day, that she would be sharing the same suite with a bunch of strangers, Heather eyed the driver. “Sorry, when are we leaving?” Still shivering, she asked, although not being in a hurry.

 

[MsBloom]

As Molly stepped onto the transport only to realise it was more or less already filled beyond its capacity she wore a pair of loose, almost baggy, pair of washed out black jeans with more holes in the front than there was fabric, with those she wore a red long sleeved t-shirt, burgundy faux-leather boots and a black solid wool fedora.

She looked around for a seat but there was none.

 

[Motoharu]

It was just Riley’s luck that they would get stuck at a transfer in the middle of a snow storm. They had wanted to get to UCLA a week early to ease into their new life as an undergrad, but looked like that wouldn’t happen. Riley just prayed that their luggage wouldn’t get lost in this chaos. Every last possession of Riley was in their small, floral print, carry on they were dragging behind them, their red backpack, or in the suitcase That was somewhere in this airport.

Riley called their parents and let them know they were fine. They could hear their mom crying about leaving their baby all alone and how she knew she should have came with. By the time Riley got off the phone, they realized it had gotten very late, and they would need to rush to catch the Sheridan Van.

Riley ran through the airport wearing a red striped sweater, over a white blouse, white frilly shorts over their purple pantyhose, a warm hat, with cat ears, a lace chocker, skull hair pin, and some flats, not suited for this running. Finally Riley makes it to the van out of breath. “Is, is there still room for me on the Van?” Riley says between gasps for air.

 

[Idlewyld]

"Sorry!" Connie's apology came out as a blurt when the pixie-like blonde bumped into her. She was already moving onto the bus by then, followed by a crowd. The driver waved Riley aboard, Maybe there wasn't going to be room, but since the alternative was to let them camp out at the airport, he didn't have it in him to say no. The group had to make as much room as possible so they were all fairly squeezed in. Connie, Molly, Heather, and Riley were all squeezed together into one corner as a little knot. "Cozy, isn't it?" Constance smiled as she asked, and then added, "Hey! It's you!" brightly to the blonde she had bumped into before. "Well since we're all packed together, I'm Connie. Nice to meet you all. Though I'm sure the circumstances could be a lot better, couldn't they?"

The snow fell from the sky, creating a heavenly effect out the window. But when it hit the ground, it made a gray hellish slush. Accordingly, The courtesy van drove slowly and carefully through the snow covered streets. It was safer, but the pace was maddening. All Constance could do was watch the buildings go by as the lights illuminated the mass of people on the bus. She had the relative advantage of knowing where they were and how long it was going to take them, but it was relatively cold comfort. She could at least try and help the others. "I know we're going slowly, but we'll make it in about five minutes. That's the beauty of airport hotels - they're close to the airport." She gave a warm smile, the combined product of genetics, a generally sunny disposition, and many years of practice in the passenger cabins of countless jets.

 

[MsBloom]

By the time the van left for the hotel it carried at least ten if not fifteen people more than it was allowed to carry and Molly felt her comfort zone was being severely invaded with a rather busty black-haired woman she felt she had seen somewhere before pressing up against her left side and a petite teenager, with cat ears none the less, who was trying to make herself as invisible and small as possible on her right. In front of her, and far too close for comfort, was the airline hostess she had bumped into. They were both standing close enough for Molly to feel the seemingly still cheerful woman's breasts bump against her own as the van turned, just as she could feel the same from the busty woman on her left with each turn the van made.

Not having had much of a chance to take a good look at the airline hostess before when they had crashed into each other Molly took a deep breath and let her eyes drop as discreetly as she could and not that there was really any room to get a good look now either she did notice that the airline hostess had lost a button in her white blouse that allowed a partial glimpse inside. She then looked up at her face and at least tried to smile.
"Cozy isn't the word I would use," Molly muttered and introduced herself.

The cheerful woman was right though. The circumstances could have been much better for a first meeting, and if Molly was honest such a meeting, had it taken place in a hotel bar might have ended with an attempt from her at flirting with the cute woman who had such soft-looking lips. For some reason or other Molly had always been a sucker for women in uniform.

 

[Motoharu]

Riley had squeezed into one of the few corners of the van with room. On their right was one of the most beautiful woman Riley had seen before. She looked so cool and confident, with an air that she didn’t care what anyone around her thought. Riley found themselves both wishing that they would one day be that beautiful and confident, and also imagining what it would be like to spend the night with her.

Riley heard Connie and Molly introduce themselves, and looked over. “I’m Riley,” they said nervously. “I’m starting at UCLA this semester. It’s nice to meet y’all.” As she said this, her eyes caught Molly’s, and she quickly looked away with a blush.

Riley enjoyed having Molly pressed against their body, and thanked their luck that they had gotten on the last van out of the airport. They could help but glance at Molly every once in a while. Connie was also very attractive, and Riley was not used to being in close quarters with beautiful older women.

 

[MsBloom]

The kid was almost as cute as shy, molly thought as their eyes met and then, feeling a little less annoyed from the glimpse down Connie's blouse and the bumps against its contents, she smiled at the kid.
"UCLA huh?" she said and nodded.
"What major? I've got a degree in art myself."
Maybe it was because she sensed Riley was different in a way that felt familiar to her, maybe it was simply the shyness, but Molly usually didn't engage that comfortably with strangers, especially not strangers in a crowded van crawling through the worst weather she had seen since she and her brother got caught in a snow storm in the North of Sweden a few years back.

 

[WaveVelour]

In a way, it was amazing how many people could fit in these vans. What should have been a cozy vip transport service had turned into a gracelessly crowded transportation where the most comfortable person had been the driver himself. Already knitted brows of Heather moved a little lower with every new passenger who stepped into the vehicle to join the rather compacted mass of people inside. She failed to look on the bright side of things, that she had at least managed to catch the last shuttle to spare herself from an aimless wandering at the airport. Sure, a more upbeat individual could have seen it as the driver just being charitable and caring, she however, thought of this nonsensical huddle as the hotel management cutting the costs, instead of simply putting more shuttles into service.

In the tight confinement of the vehicle where personal space had long become a luxury, Heather admittedly found this compelling situation quite uneasy and uncomfortable. Beset by the crowd, she didn’t have sporting blood to see this uncalled inconvenience as a little adventure, but a troubling experience which would hopefully be over soon. No longer entirely sure where her body ended and another next to her started, her ears caught the flight attendant’s claim, that this trip shouldn’t last longer than five minutes. “Wonderful.” Like others, sandwiched between two strangers, she was made to keep her hands on her lap. Twisting one of her arms with the little freedom she had, the woman checked her watch. After all, depending on the circumstances, a rather short duration of five minutes could sometimes feel a lot longer than that.

While a small chain of self-introductions was ignited within the car, Heather didn’t feel the need to identify herself, or make a mental note of which face owned which name. She had yet no reason to think she would have the company of this cramped group of strangers longer than the duration of this hopefully short transfer. Instead, the promise of a relaxing shower and a soft bed kept her mind busy. The visibility was quite low outside, but her eyes spotted the lights supposedly emitted by the hotel building in the distance. Such a simple sight really, yet enough to lift her spirit in this surprisingly cold evening.

“Oh, finally.” For now, choosing to neglect the inevitable nightmare awaiting the hotel guests at the reception desk because of the sheer number of new arrivals, Heather’s momentary joy reflected on her expressive eyes. Although she didn’t really care much about the charming visages who happened to surround her slim figure, sparing her name from others would have been rude in this case. “I am…” Despite the slow speed of the vehicle, a rather prominent bump on the road interrupted the woman’s words. Winning out over the car’s suspension system, above her seat, the sudden jolt sprang her gentle hips up for a moment, before they fell back onto the cushion. “Hey! Careful.” Her sharp gaze met the driver’s eyes in the mirror, hopefully watching the road and not the passengers. “Please.” She soon added.

 

[Idlewyld]

"College, huh? I only got two years in Communications at Northwest Iowa CC myself," Connie chuckled. "Most of my education recently has been at the school of hard knocks." Tonight, school was very much in session. But likewise, her real degree was in making lemonade from life's lemons, and this seemed like a good start. Molly had a cute pixie-ish vibe going for her, and Riley carried themself with a fluid femininity that was intensely attractive in its own right. There seemed to be a grumpier brunette nearby as well whose icy demeanor was starting to melt as they arrived, only to reform again as they hit a speed bump. Oh well, if Connie couldn't bring a smile to her face at some point, she was hardly worth her wings. So, she vowed that if she got the chance, she'd give it a good try. In the meanwhile, she met two new friends at least. "Well, glad to get squished with you both. Welcome to Dallas." She shrugged apologetically as the courtesy van rolled to a stop.

As the passengers filed out, Connie took the rear of the line, "It's going to be pretty tight at the hotel too, so try and get to the front desk as soon as you can." She could have, and probably should have followed her own advice, but she put great value on professional courtesy, and that meant stopping, introducing herself, and thanking the driver, wishing him a safe return home once this endeavor was over.

The scene inside the lobby was as chaotic as she had feared. Those same passengers who had vented their anger on the gate agents (and her) for circumstances painfully beyond their control putting a damper in their vacation plans, were now just as insistently haranguing the overextended front desk staff to claim their birthright of a non-smoking 2 queen bedroom for the night. It took only one look for Connie to conclude that she'd be better off waiting in the hotel lounge a while before trying to apply that old Meadows charm. She slumped into a seat at the mahogany bar and waited for her server to arrive. "Hi Honey! Hell of a night isn't it? Could you get me a sea breeze? And if you can, please be generous with the Smirnoff. It's been that kind of day."

 

[MsBloom]

The speed bump had almost knocked Molly into the arms of Connie and she couldn't help but mutter a few curse words in her native tongue before straightening herself back up, adjusting her fedora and attempting an apologetic smile at Connie. whose professional cheerfulness still continued to bother her a bit. The poor driver must be exhausted and with the conditions outside they should probably be happy that they had made in one piece to the loading zone of the Airport Sheraton. She clutched her portfolio tightly to protect it as much as possible from the near stampede-like exit of the passengers. Once she as out of the van she slung it over her shoulder and just stood there for a while looking at the crowd inside the glass doors. Despite Connie's well-meant advice of trying to get to the front desk as soon as possible it didn't take a genius to figure out that it would be absolute carnage trying to get there., like trying to walk from the back row to the front row at a rock concert. No she wasn't going to play that game so rather than following the stream of stranded travellers she dug out her burgundy faux-leather jacket from the duffel bag. She put it on and then fished out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her jeans. She found shelter under the large marquee outside the hotel, lit up and leaned against a small section of wall between two large windows.

Having sucked down one while ignoring the chaos inside she lit another and two, maybe three drags into that one she felt herself starting to relax. She stuck her hands into her jeans pockets and for a moment or two cursed her choice of jeans for the trip back to New York. Then again, who the fuck could have foreseen this weather. It had been well over 30 centigrade at lunch time with the sun beating down from a clear blue sky, and now this. At the same time her aesthetic eye couldn't help but recognise the beauty in the blurred silhouettes of the DFW airport in the distance and the surrounding buildings. It was a motive well worthy of one of her all time favourite artists William Turner. She finished her second cigarette and finally ventured inside the hotel and looked around. It was still not worth the stress and harassment trying to reach the front desk, instead she sat down next to Connie at the bar. At least that wasn't crowded, yet.
"Hey, again," she said and this time felt more confident with the surroundings in which the two met.
She then turned to the young man behind the bar and ordered a glass of wine.
"And fill it all the way up. I'll pay double if need be," she said.
"And just what the fuck do you people call that?" she asked and turned to Connie while pointing over her shoulder at the weather outside.

 

[Motoharu]

Riley was excited that Molly took an interest in them. “Oh, um, I’m planning on majoring in Psychology.” They said, still nervous, but now with a shy smile. “I haven’t decided what I want to do with it, but I like listening to other people’s problems and want to learn more about how they think. And how I think. Art is a really cool major, though. If I had the talent, I’d love to do it.”

Riley looked over at Connie, when she mentioned her major. “I never know how a communication major works, but I wish I was better at it.”

Finally, they arrived at the hotel. Riley saw the commotion at the desk, and decided to follow Molly and Connie. They saw that Molly went to a smoke break, but Riley only smoked weed, which they did not try bringing on a flight, and Connie went to the bar, which they new wouldn’t serve them. After thinking for a minute, Riley decided they could at least get some mozzarella sticks and a coke, and they were hungry, so Riley took a seat by to Connie and placed their order.

 

[WaveVelour]

A chilling breeze rushed into the vehicle as soon as the doors of the van slid open, the cold air leaking into the car almost as swift as the passengers slipping out. It wasn’t really difficult: stepping out of the shuttle. Dragged by the sea of people, Heather found herself outside rather quickly. The temperature wasn’t very forgiving, especially for those who hadn’t prepared for it. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long walk to the entrance of the hotel, from where the van dropped them. Some passengers racing into the building to ensure they would be first to be greeted, the others lagging behind; everyone had a common destination and path, if they didn’t want to freeze that is. Although she wasn’t eager to be a part of the rabble, the harsh condition of weather gave her the necessary push to make her stride through the coldness.

While walking past the young woman, Connie’s suggestion of hastily making it into the building rang in her ears. Said individual’s formal attire made her profession quite obvious. “Relax, dear. We’re no longer in the air.” Heather suggested before her body penetrated the elaborate entrance of the hotel. Once inside, warmed up by the cozier atmosphere within the fancy walls, she let her steps carry her over to a calmer side of the room as she drew a slightly different path for herself than the expeditious group of people who had chosen to directly huddle around the front desk. Not particularly fond of waiting in lengthy lines, not intended to fight her way through this little chaos, she instead opted to settle down for a moment. On the other side of the lobby, she perched on a sofa that provide a view of the front desk so that she could watch the crowd become fewer in number in comfort.

A few missed calls present on her phone, Heather didn’t feel like getting back to them just yet. Instead, she paid an arbitrary visit to the sleek bathroom in the lobby. Soon, the woman was standing in front of an ornate mirror to admire her own reflection in it. Preening herself a little, touching up her make-up, freshening her lipstick: Mostly just to kill time. Regardless of the circumstances, she liked to draw a nice image of herself, as it was, somewhat, how she made money, using her appeal, so to speak. When she eventually got out, and turned her head to monitor the now thinly crowd, the sight was a lot more promising, calmer. She still decided to wait a little longer. While walking towards her earlier spot, where she had left her small luggage, her eyes were drawn to the entrance with the intrusion of a new group of people. There was no shuttle outside. This one was dropped by a couch, which proudly carried the insignia of the local football team.

Normally, Heather wouldn’t have minded watching a number of burly young men parading before her. When it meant a great increment in the hotel’s occupancy rate however, it was more of a concerning event. Her narrowed eyes tracked the noisy group of athletes, following the lead of an older man, one by one walking past her and jumping the queue. Albeit unable to hear him, she was familiar with the subtle expression worn by the receptionist. That ‘I am going to do you a favour’ face. After all, they weren’t a small group, and each of them wanted a nice, separate room. “Excuse me, excuse me….” Pretty much dwarfed by these sportsmen, Heather too cut through the line of people, not necessarily for a quick registration, but to question the state of things. “What’s happening?” She asked, now feeling the threat of an imminent overbooking. “Do you have room for all these… gentlemen?”

 

[Idlewyld]

Connie was always one for company. Especially attractive company. And drinking alone wasn't healthy anyway. The bartender quickly returned with the drinks and the snacks, and let the three alone for quiet conversation and commiseration. Connie raised her glass and archly declared, "To new friends," and then with a glance outside at the ungodly weather, "and to whatever the hell that is." The alcohol was generous as promised, which was a nice touch. Though the mozzarella sticks were more or less what you'd expect from a hotel kitchen. Still, they hit the spot after a long plane ride and the attendant ordeal which followed.

And the ordeal was still going on. The new group with privileges had not escaped the stewardess's trained eye. And while they wouldn't be getting singles considering the situation, they still represented a new destabilizing factor in the already heavily booked hotel. Most Texans were godly enough for the hour and a half on Sunday they attended church, but for the other 166 and a half hours in the week, the state religion was football. And that could mean bad news. "You two... you've got rooms already, don't you?" She was already halfway towards standing as she said it. Connie was industry, which meant that she had the power of hundreds of airline employees rooming nightly at the local hotels, but for her friends, if they weren't set up yet, this could be trouble.

On her way to the counter, Connie encountered the brunette again, whose mood had not improved for obvious reasons. The desk clerk was already trying to calm her with the usual, "We'll get to everybody, don't worry." But to her trained ear, Connie could see that promises were definitely not being made, and that was ominous. She turned to her erstwhile busmate and offered, "Let me see what I can do for you. Fingers crossed." The gesture was not as reassuring under the circumstances, and therefore not likely to calm anyone down, but she figured the best way through this was through action, and soon enough, she had managed to catch someone's ear, though what she was saying at the moment couldn't be heard over the din of the stranded customers and the football players jostling to get a room for the night.

 

[MsBloom]

Molly greeted Riley with a nod as they arrived at the bar too and having done some simple math in her head concluded that the bartender would ask ID of them if they asked for a drink which they seemed to need. She took a large sip of her wine, asked what they wanted to drink except for a coke and then she ordered it for them, along with another order of mozzarella sticks and some Jalapeno cheese nuggets, both of which was served far too quickly for them to be freshly fried, and sure enough there was no real crunch to them. Molly invited Riley and Connie to help themselves to the snacks and having swallowed down two Jalapeno Cheese nuggets joined Connie in her toast.
"To a soft bed and a hot bath," she added to it.
"Or at least a shower and a fold out couch."

With the arrival of a busload of young heavily muscular young men all confidently strolling through the door and onward to the reception desk Molly sighed and downed the rest of the wine as it now looked more and more probable that she'd be sleeping in the lobby. Which wouldn't be the end of the world really. She had slept in train stations before while she and her twin brother had hiked around Europe with just a backpack and an interrail pass in their teens. She shook her head at Connie's question.
"Nope and from the looks of it we'll be sleeping in the lobby the three of us," she said and downed almost half her wine in one big chug.
"And if I'm going to do that I intend to get myself properly drunk first."
But then as Connie stood up and put on her professional look again before heading to the reception desk Molly decided to follow her. Perhaps she would have some pull with the hotel, being an airline hostess as she was.

 

[Motoharu]

Riley thanked Molly for the offer, and replied “The Coke is fine, but if you could order one with some rum in it, I’d be happy to switch it.” Riley was overjoyed that Molly had ordered a drink for them. Riley had only drank on a few occasions before, but knew they were a light weight, so they paced themselves and took small sips. The mozzarella sticks hit the spot, and the drink tasted much better than the swill her friends normally had at high school parties. Finishing off the toast, Riley raised their glass and said, with a bit more confidence than they started the night with, “To not being stuck at the airport, and to safe journeys tomorrow.”

Riley enjoyed the conversation and company of the new friends too much to notice the chaos that was unfolding in the lobby. When Connie asked if they had rooms Riley shook their head and went pale. Riley got up to follow Connie, but first Downed their drink. It was a sin to waste good liquor after all. Riley stood behind Connie and prayed they’d be able to get a room.

 

[WaveVelour]

When the other option was to freeze outside, the fancy interior of the airport hotel started to look like a necessary prison in this chilling evening. A mandatory one night confinement until the cheerful sun eventually broke the ice again. Far away from their destination, an abruptly imposed circumstance every passenger had to deal with at the time, regardless of what kind of attitude they would chose to wear in such situation. It surely was a busy evening for the hotel staff, solving the puzzle of waiting guests, without a room to retire to yet. Quite admirably, the smartly dressed man behind the counter did his job at record pace. Only, when the guests in question were the new arrivals though. The others still had to wait their turn, and trust there would still be a room available to spare for their –hopefully imminent- accommodation.

Although the face who stood next to her at the desk kept changing after each concerning registration, Heather kept her place to make the hardworking receptionist’s job more difficult with an almost constant barrage of complaints, to be a hindrance to the preferential treatment she assumed to be happening before her glaring eyes. “Don’t worry?” She rolled her eyes at the man’s suggestion. “I’m sorry, but are you blind dear?” She pointed out the group of people who had been waiting patiently, before a bus-full of people marched into the hall, only to get ahead of anyone. “Look how many people are waiting here?” Funnily, if the same level of this apparent favouritism was offered to her, she most likely wouldn’t have complained about it so much.

Not holding the same level of influence she had in her hometown, Heather failed to make any real progress in terms of securing herself a room. Given the smirks on the sportsmen’s faces, they too didn’t take her grumbling very seriously either. A snort of frustration later, she pulled her noisy presence away from the desk. The current visitor, who was currently checking in, checked her instead from behind as she moved away. “Ahh can share maah room with ya.” The young athlete’s suggestion grated on her ears, having trouble understanding whether it was a daring wish or just distasteful mockery. To make sure it wasn’t the round pair of orbs that filled her pants, but her knitted brows what the man witnessed, Heather turned around to face him.

“What?” Not shying away from confronting the hulking man perhaps twice her size, she offered a fierce glare. “Listen up… cowboy. I’d rather…” Heather started. At this point, the last thing the already quite busy hotel staff would want was another heated quarrel to be added into the mix of overwhelming events of the day. Feeling the pressure of resolving the issue before it flared out further, in his head, the clerk somehow combined the normally unacceptable suggestion of an improvised room sharing policy and the appeal of a suite room that could potentially quieten the sulky visitor in question. In fact, a questionable idea that had been already whispered into a certain flight attendant’s ear.

“Alright. Would you be happy to stay in our master suite, Ma’am?” He presented the offer, without naming the details that would accompany the proposal.

The trick worked and ceased Heather’s temper relatively quickly. “Yes.” She nodded instead. “Yes, I believe I would.” The woman confirmed. “Hey! Hey!” Soon, however, a sudden yelp painted quite a confused expression on her face, as she felt her feet disconnecting from the marble tiles of the floor.

“I’m going up too.” The same guy from earlier picked her up, lifting her form no more difficult than holding a football, for that matter. This surprise stunt made Heather thankful that she didn’t wear a dress or skirt today. “Let me give you a hand.” Carrying an impish smirk across his mouth, and the woman over one of his broad shoulders, he headed towards the lift to reach the desired floor.

 

[MsBloom]

The chaos was almost total by the reception desk with people pushing and shoving to get close enough to draw the attention of one of the heavily over-worked clerks, and probably a few that were not actually clerks but had been put to work at the reception desk to help place as many as possible from the noisy demanding crowd into rooms without doubling them up at least not too many of them. It was almost like a mob trying to get first in line for a sale.

Standing to the side waiting while Connie used her Airline Hostess magic in trying to secure a room for the three of them Molly noticed the busty dark-haired woman from the van again and it looked like she was about to engage in a heated argument with one of the larger members of the football team that had been cutting in front of the line and this time the right cog turned in her head and she recognised her, Heather Clemence. Molly had seen her in a few more or less artistic b-movies and as she stood there enjoying those two round orbs in the decent but not very successful actress' pants Molly let her mind drift for a while. The backside of Heather Clemence was almost as enjoyable as the front. A smile spread across her face as she remembered having drawn the actress in the nude once, not that she had actually ever seen Heather completely nude before but with a bit of imagination and some general knowledge of human anatomy it hadn't been all that difficult. There had been nothing lewd about the drawing. It had been a rather elegant nude with perhaps a hint of teenage infatuation to it. It might even be among the drawings and sketches in her portfolio.

Molly was awakened from her dreamy reminiscence by the sight of the hulking manboy Heather had been arguing with lift her off of the floor and seemingly fully intent on carrying her off some place. Heather did not seem to fully appreciate the gesture, or at all for that matter. It was quite a bizarre sight to see him carrying the much smaller actress over his broad shoulder, as if she was some kind of prey he had hunted and captured.
"Watch my stuff," she told Riley and dropped her duffel bag onto the floor.

"Excuse me," Molly said and hurried across the lobby towards the lifts.
"Heather Clemence right?" she said to Heather's face as she came up behind the man.
"You don't know me, of course, why would you? I'm Molly, Molly Bloom. Exactly, just like Leopold's wife from Ulysses," she said to introduce herself without any real expectation that the latter part of said introduction had been necessary.
"And if I am not mistaken that brute carrying you over his shoulder is not a person you desire to share a room with."
She smiled at Heather and then cut in front of the football player and stood between him and the lifts.
"So this is what the famous so-called southern hospitality looks like, is it?" she asked him and crossing her arms over her chest looked him straight in the eyes.

 

[WaveVelour]

Coming from an industry of entertainment, given the half-secluded twistedness of movie making business and thinking about some of the stuff she had been involved behind the scenes, or on camera for that matter, finding herself on a hefty Texan’s shoulder wasn’t exactly the most unusual incident she had gone through. Still an awkward moment though. While she was made to inspect the pattern of the floor from above, her name was uttered from a mouth other than hers. “Yes?” Heather tilted her head up to gaze upon the young lady who addressed her, not sure whether she should feel grateful that someone actually recognized her, or embarrassed for being carried like a fine piece of towel in the meantime. At the time, there wasn’t really a way of knowing that the short haired blonde was in fact an artist who had imagined her naked in one of her elegant artworks.

It was common practice to put on a smile when approached by a fan, so she flashed one at the girl as well. “Molly Bloom, good evening darling.” She replied with a nod, her voice coming out a little deeper because of her current posture. Behind his back, she eyed the jock who kept her feet off the floor. She, of course, didn’t intent to share a room with this random prankster, or with anyone else if possible, in fact. “Certainly not.” Her gaze watched the young woman disappear from her sight as Molly proceed to face the athlete, and naturally, her raised bottom as well. The actress in her thirties was not in the mood to play the part of a damsel in distress. Hence, she would indeed better off standing on her feet, instead of hanging over one’s shoulder. And an outside help to realize that wish would surely be appreciated by the woman.

His path to the lifts obstructed by another victim of the outlandish weather conditions of the day, heavy thuds of the man’s feet came to a stop upon being confronted. It didn’t diminish the jaunty grin on his face. Sporting a muscular frame, his sense of humour was mostly physical as well. He stood there for a moment, taking time to inspect the distinct charm of the spirited blonde. She seemed to have a rebellious soul, while he still had room for another over his opposite shoulder. “I was doing you all a favor.” No attempt at picking her up took place, however. Instead, the football player chose to put Heather down. “You ain’t no fun.” Persuaded to go alone now, he pushed past Molly to enter the lift cabin. The doors soon closed, although not before he made another bold suggestion. His eyes took a one last look at the rebellious blonde, his favourite in fact. “Be my guest if you want to learn more about southern hospitality.”

After a moment spared to tidy her hair, Heather’s attention returned to her surprise rescuer. “Wasn’t a very faithful woman, was she?” The woman asked. “Mrs Bloom, that is.” She glanced around a bit, trying to see if there was any improvement in the situation of more visitors and fewer rooms. The last athlete cleared off the lobby, at least the place didn’t remind of a gym any more. “Thank you, dear. Did you want an autograph?” Heather not-so-humbly asked, offering a hand shake next to that as well. “Do you happen to have a piece of paper or a notebook with you?” She added next.

 

[MsBloom]

"No she was not," Molly agreed, still with a smile on her face from having had an almost perfect close up of Heather's deliciously round and firm buttocks.
It was of course not the first time she had had a similar view of them but it was the first time it wasn't a close up on a tv screen.
"Thank you kindly but I'm sure I would much rather drink my own piss from the toilet," she replied to the offer coming from the both confused and annoyed football player.
She then turned back to face the semi-famous actress who wanted to know if Molly wanted an autograph. Molly tilted her head as if thinking about it and then explained that maybe she would but on a specific object that she didn't have on her at the moment. In fact she wasn't entirely sure she even had it with her. She was of course thinking of the nude she had drawn of Heather. It would be so cool to have the actress' autograph next to her own signature on it.
"I actually just wanted to help. I despise guys like that who think they are some god's gift to the world and that because of that they can act like complete arseholes and get away with it."
She paused for a moment and tried to not let her eyes drop too far from Heather's face.
"Maybe after the whole business of getting rooms is resolved I could buy you a drink at the bar. I'm fairly certain I do have the item with me. It just might take a while to get to it, and I'll need some space to find it too."
The smile on Molly's face was one of subtle confidence.

 

[Idlewyld]

Connie had been very busy. So busy in fact that she had only arrived in time to see Molly save the day, which caused the woman to rise still higher in her estimation. The stewardess tapped Riley on the shoulder, and urged, "Come on," with a smile and moved to reunite with her compatriot and the put upon brunette whom she had just rescued. "Well, it seems you two have been busy. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Some people think they can get away with anything." If she could list the number of times in her life that she had been considered "fair game" she'd need to buy a paper mill just to fit it all. "I'm Connie, by the way. This is Riley," she gestured to the college-age introvert she hopefully had in tow. "It's been a crappy day, I know, but I hope you'll join us back at the bar. I've got some news."

Connie led the way back to their table, making a space for Heather and allowing her to make her order should she so choose, along with ordering a second drink for herself and giving the others the opportunity to do the same. "OK - it's good news and bad news. Bad news first. They only had one room left. Good news - it's a suite. If you don't mind things being a little cozy, it can probably fit the four of us, and I for one am more than happy to share and take the couch. It beats fighting for a seat back at the DFW terminal at any rate." She looked hopefully at first one, then the other as she sipped sea breeze number two. "So, what do you say? Are we bunk mates for the night?"

 

[WaveVelour]

Hardly a rare sight for Heather, witnessing the individuals spoiled by fame, those who became intoxicated by the fruits of short term achievements. When she was young, the woman too once had succumbed to the temptations of notoriety, used to share the same crime of arrogance and bullying in common with the likes of the jock from earlier. Now, she knew better of course, more sensible about her actions, and also, not nearly as famous, sadly. However, remnants of a haughtier personality lived on within her spirit, these mostly being conceit and vanity, whether she admitted or not. Time would tell if she would get to make a display of such traits, or to reveal the kinky desires she was guilty of experiencing in the past.

Cancelled flights and overbooked hotels, rather first world problems really. Still, certainly enough to impose distress upon the passengers. At least, the smile her relatively butch-looking rescuer consistently carried across her lips managed to promise a less grumpy evening if Heather were to seek her company. Her eyes, once again, shifted towards the struggle at the front desk, before penetrating Molly’s. “Tell you what, Molly Bloom.” The woman parted her lips to talk, already feeling the exhaustion of today’s unpredictable events. “Make certain that I wouldn’t spend the rest of the night counting the crystals on the chandelier…” A more elaborate way of telling her to find a room, since she wasn’t entirely sure if the clerk was indeed serious when he mentioned a suite. “…and I would sign wherever you want.”

Whilst busy conversing with the short-haired blonde, the rest of the party arrived, one of which had a name that, sort of, rhymed with the other. “It is a pleasure. I’m Heather.” By now, it was proven that joining the mass of people at the reception desk didn’t help. Thus, it wasn’t difficult to convince her to retire to the tranquillity of the bar instead. Finding a round seat to support her similarly shaped hips, she climbed atop a stool at the bar counter soon, listening to what the flight attendant had to say about the situation. Having a tempting snack would have violated her diet. So she opted to order just a soda with a generous slice of fresh lime, a simple beverage almost impossible to prepare distastefully. She was a woman who valued and enjoyed privacy, admittedly a lucky individual who never had to share a room with someone else, let alone with strangers. This –apparent- band of gals, however, hardly looked the part of little troublemakers. And given the circumstances, electing to comply with the offer could have been her best bet for a restful night.

Ice cubes in her glass rattled as Heather’s inner voice evaluated the options, which she didn’t seem to have many. From where she sat, the woman looked up and down at the other three in a quick assessment. A heroic artist, an optimistic hostess, and a bashful student; not all said traits were known to her at the moment. “Alright.” She made up her mind. “If I get to use the shower first, that is.” Taking a sip of her still sparkling drink, the brunette set her condition, willing to listen if others also had one to consider.

 

[MsBloom]

Get a room and Heather would sign anywhere was indeed a tempting offer and it widened the smile on Molly's face and she was just about to say something clever and insinuating when Connie interrupted them with Riley straggling behind carrying their own as well as her bag and the A1 sized portfolio which made them look even more petite than they had at first glance. She nodded in agreement with the suggestion of returning to the bar and for no logical reason, other than the fact that the airline hostess had not said it was bad news, Molly assumed it was good news, at least to some extent and under the circumstances any news that didn't mean she'd have to sleep in the hotel's lobby was good news.

She took her bagage from Riley and thanked them for having watched her stuff and then she joined Connie at the table after having ordered a whisky with ice which she downed almost in one go as Connie shared the news she had announced having. A suite sounded good and Molly assumed that would mean there was at least a queen-sized double bed, where two of them could easily sleep quite comfortably, a king-sized bed could probably take three of them if necessary. A suite would certainly also have more than one couch, maybe even at least one fold out.
"Count me in," she said and jangled the ice cubes in her glass at the bartender for a refill.
"And I'm number two in the shower," she added with that same confident smile from before.
When the refill arrived she sipped it and nodded.
"And just one thing. Is the mini bar at least complimentary due to the over-booking?"

 

[Motoharu]

Riley was standing behind Connie reflecting on the chaos of the day, and didn’t really pay attention to her surroundings, until Molly asked her to watch her luggage. She gripped the luggage tightly, and watched as Molly confronted a football player holding a woman over her shoulder. Riley was impressed that Molly was brave enough to confront a group of men when she saw a woman and need. Riley had never done something like that before, and wondered if they would ever be brave enough to do something like that. Riley wondered if they should stay with the luggage or intervene, but before they could decide, the situation seemed to resolve itself, and Connie gestured to follow her.

As Riley was introduced, they spoke in a nervous voice, “Nice to meet you,” and followed Connie to the bar. Heather was a quite a bit older than Riley, but Riley admitted she was very attractive. Riley was a bit envious of her curvy body, but made sure not to stare, and make the new guest uncomfortable.

Riley took a seat at the bar, and their face lit up when they heard they got a suite. “Thank you so much, Connie,” Riley said softly but with a large smile. “I’m not picky about where I sleep and when I shower. Even the floor of a suite is better than the airport or lobby.” Riley did start wondering what it would be like to share a suite with 3 beautiful girls. They briefly fantasized about lingerie pillow fights, and cuddling with any of them in a queen bed, but Riley knew they were being ridiculous. Everyone was probably tired from the night’s chaos, and Riley was just happy to have a room anywhere.