Skyjacking
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Stewardesses deal with a hijacking

Rosalyn planted a friendly smile on her pretty face as she greeted the 
passengers coming aboard the airplane. The twenty-five-year-old stewardess 
was fairly new to the job and enjoyed her work.  She had always liked 
traveling.  Today was a routine flight from New York to Denver.

As she greeted the passengers, she noticed that many of the males (and a
few of the females as well) were giving her sexual looks.  She smiled, 
being quite used to it by now.  She had shoulder-length dark brown hair
and dark brown eyes to match.  At 5'4" and 115 pounds, she was rather
little, but her body was very strong and fit.  Her short uniform skirt 
showed off her muscular legs, and the sleeves of her top were rolled up to 
show her slender but well-toned arms.

As the last passengers got on board and the door was closed, Rosalyn 
strolled towards the back of the plane to see if anyone needed any help.
She noted that the plane was just about completely full. 

Near the back, she noticed a man and a woman standing in the aisle, both
looking puzzled. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"You certainly can," said the woman. "You've got two 34C's here."

The stewardess smiled. "They're 34B's, actually.  I have a lot of chest 
muscle, so they might look bigger than they really are."

Both the man and the woman began laughing. "No, I mean that we both have
seat 34C," said the man.  Rosalyn blushed. "I feel so blonde," she thought
to herself as she ran a finger through her dark brown hair.  Quickly 
composing herself, she said, "Well, I believe we have one empty seat left 
in first class."

After both passengers eagerly volunteered to move, she took a nickel from
her pocket and tossed it in the air.  The man called heads, but it landed
tails.  As Rosalyn escorted the female passenger to her new seat, she was
still blushing.  When she emerged from the first class cabin, the blush 
had finally gone away, but she still found herself wondering if she was 
too sexual in her thinking.

A finger poked her in the back.  It was Beth, the senior flight attendant.
"Head already in the clouds?" she asked with a wink.

"Probably," said Rosalyn.

"Well, the rest of you can join it pretty soon," said Beth. "It's time for
the safety demonstration.  Come on." She tossed her short, light brown hair.

As Beth went through the routine of reading the safety instructions, 
Rosalyn and the other two stewardesses, Eva and Amy, went through the
motions of demonstrating with the oxygen masks.  After the demonstration
was over, the stewardesses took their seats and the plane took off.

The first half hour of the flight was uneventful.  The weather was clear 
and there was a great view of the landscape down below. Then, suddenly, out
of the blue (no pun intended), it happened.

Near the back of the plane, a dark-haired, middle-aged man in an expensive-
looking suit unbuckled his seat belt, stood up, and started to move into 
the aisle.  Rosalyn moved over to him. "Sir, the captain hasn't turned off
the fasten seat belt sign," she said. "Please sit back down and..."

The man suddenly punched her right in the jaw.  Rosalyn stumbled backward
and steadied herself against a row of seats.  She was about to punch him
right back when she saw that he was now holding a snub-nosed .38-caliber
revolver in his right hand.  It was pointed directly at her heart.

"I don't think so, girlie," he sneered evilly.  At the same time, another
man, this one tall with blond hair, stood up.  He was holding a small
submachine gun, which he pointed at Eva, who was standing close to him.

The curtain that separated the first-class cabin from coach slowly opened.
Amy, standing directly behind the blond man, launched herself through the 
air, plowing into the hijacker and knocking him down.  Suddenly, there was
a lound BANG and Amy slumped to the floor, a bullet in her head. "NOOOOOOO!"
screamed Rosalyn and Eva at the same time.  Beth's voice delivered another
"NOOOOOOO!" from first class.

The blond man quickly retrieved his weapon and stood back up, aiming the 
gun at the nearest passengers.

A third hijacker appeared.  He was overweight and had a dark beard.  In his
right hand, he held a 9-millimeter semi-automatic pistol that was still
smoking.  He looked down at Amy's body with a neutral expression, then 
looked at the passengers and announced, "This is what happens to people who
try to be heroes on my plane.  And this is my plane now." He turned to the
blond hijacker. "You'd better not let someone get the drop on you like that
again, Frosty.  Especially not a chick," he said threateningly.

"Yes, sir," said Frosty.  The fat hijacker glared at him for a few more
seconds, then nodded.  He then turned and pointed his gun at Beth. "Open the
cockpit door!" he demanded.

"No," she said, her voice shaking.  He hit her across the face with the gun.
"I said open it, dammit!"

"No," said Beth again, trying to keep the shaking out of her voice. "If you
want to go somewhere, I'll tell the captain to take you there.  But there's
no way in hell I'm letting you or your buddies in that cockpit."

The hijacker glared at her and jammed the gun against her forehead.  Beth
closed her eyes.  Finally, he removed the gun and nodded.

"Our new destination is Managua, Nicaragua," he said. "Tell the captain to
change course immediately.  But before you go, Ronnie back there has
something to show you.  He has something to show everybody." He nodded at 
the dark-haired hijacker in the back of the plane.

Ronnie, who was still holding his revolver in his right hand, reached into
his pocket and held up a grenade with his left. "Anybody tries any funny 
shit and we'll blow this plane up.  We are not afraid to die," growled the
fat man.  However, there was a certain shaking in his voice that seemed to
indicate he didn't really mean what he said.

Beth relayed the message to the captain.  The plane began turning.  The fat
hijacker, now seeming to be in a calmer and happier mood, began making a
speech.

"My name is Victor Vordo," he said. "I am the new captain of this plane.  I
and my associates have no personal beef with any of you. We are simply using
you to gain the release of our boss, who has been sentenced to spend the 
rest of his life in prison.  People who cooperate will not be harmed, but
anyone who tries to be a hero will be shot.  And if the authorities fail to
see the wisdom of releasing our boss when we ask them to, we'll have to make
some examples." He waved his gun threateningly. "And the first to be chosen
to be examples will be loudmouths and troublemakers," he added, glaring
pointedly at Rosalyn and Eva, who both had their hands clenched into fists.

"Everyone stay in their seats," continued Victor. "If you need to go to the
bathroom, raise your hand.  Be quick about it and don't try anything stupid.
We're trained professionals and there's no way you can beat us.  Now, 
everyone in a window seat, pull down your window shades."

As the passengers closed the shades, Beth covered Amy's body with a blanket.
The stewardesses then carried the body to the back of the plane.

The three young women knew it was up to them to do what they could to 
preserve the lives of the passengers.  The pilot and copilot were barricaded
in the cockpit.  Opposing them were three men whose goal it was to free 
their boss from prison at any cost, even if it meant murdering the 
passengers.

"What are we going to do?" asked Eva, her eyes fixed on the blanket that 
covered Amy's body.  Rosalyn put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"What can we do?" said Beth. "They have weapons and we don't.  Plus, they're
all a lot bigger than us." All three hijackers were fairly large men, while
Eva, at 5'3" and 108 pounds, was a little smaller than Rosalyn, and Beth, at
5'5" and 125, was just a little larger. "We'll have to do as they say, 
because it's certainly not a fair fight."

"That's right, not a fair fight - for them!" said Rosalyn.  The other two
stared at her. "Okay, so that was a little extreme," she said. "But we have
to think positive here.  We can't just let them have what they want, or 
people like them will keep doing this sort of thing again and again.  And
they might kill us anyway even if we give them what they want."

"You're not actually suggesting attacking them, are you?" asked Beth, 
looking pointedly at Amy's body.

"Not now," said Rosalyn. "But if an opportunity comes up, if they get
distracted...we should take it.  We're more capable than we think we are."
She looked at Beth and Eva in their stewardess uniforms. "We're all fit and
muscular, aren't we? We can all give a good punch or deliver a good kick,
can't we? And if we can surprise them when the opportunity comes up and take
their guns, we know how to shoot.  I mean I do.  And I hope you do too?"

"Yes," said Beth.

"Oh yes," said Eva.

"Then we watch for our opportunity," said Rosalyn.

Beth frowned. "I still don't think it's a good idea," she said.  Rosalyn
opened her mouth to say something, but Eva spoke first.

"Those guys murdered our friend," she said. "Do you want them to go free,
with their Mafia or whatever boss, and whatever money they demand, and let
them live the good life in whatever country they choose to flee to?"

Beth slowly nodded. "You're right," she said. "We can't let them get away
with that.  The negotiators aren't going to care about justice for Amy.
They didn't know her.  We'll have to be the ones to worry about justice."

Victor's voice suddenly called out to them. "You, Beth, get up here. I need
your help with something."

As Beth went off up the aisle, Rosalyn squeezed Eva's hand tightly. 
"Thanks," she said. "You convinced her better than I ever could."

"I just said what came naturally," replied Eva, running her fingers through 
her long dark hair. "Amy was like a sister to me."

Frosty came over and scowled at them.  Rosalyn decided to try to make a 
little conversation.  At the very least, she would learn something about him
and his personality and perhaps find an exploitable weakness. "How did you 
guys get those weapons onto the plane?" she asked.

"One of the guys on the maintenance crew was pissed off at his boss," said
Frosty. "Ronnie's very good at reading that sort of thing.  Anyway, we 
offered him a couple thousand bucks and he stashed 'em here for us."

"You really think your plan will work?" she continued.

"Oh, fuck yeah," said Frosty confidently. "I'm sure the authorities will be
happy to let one prisoner go in exchange for the lives of 150 hostages. And
they'll be happy to pay us money, too. Victor's gonna ask for $25 million."

"Greedy slimeballs," muttered Eva.  Unfortunately, Frosty heard her.  He
pointed his submachine gun at her. "You got a problem, little girl?" he
growled.

Eva stared at him confidently, not saying anything further to provoke him,
but not showing weakness and backing down either.  Finally, Frosty turned
away.  Rosalyn smiled and patted Eva on the back.

Suddenly, the pilot's muffled voice came through the cockpit door. "I need
to speak to the, ah, new leader right away," he said.

"What is it?" grunted Victor.

"We'll have to fly over Mexican airspace to get to Nicaragua," said the
pilot. "I've just received a transmission from the Mexican government. They
say they'll shoot us down if we enter their airspace. Apparently they think
someone might crash this plane into a building."

"I think you're lying," Victor growled.

"It's the truth, I swear," said the pilot.

"Then go around Mexican airspace," said Victor. "Fly over the Gulf of 
Mexico."

"We don't have enough fuel for that," responded the pilot. "Maybe we could
land and work out some sort of deal where you surrender and get light
sentences..."

"No deal!" said Victor. "Keep on course or we'll blow this plane up!" The
pilot's reply could not be heard, but the plane kept on course.

A while later, the pilot's voice came through the cockpit again. "We're
close to the border now," he said. "Look out the right-side window and see
if I was lying!"

Victor pulled up one of the window shades.  Sure enough, two Mexican fighter
planes were visible in the distance. "Shit!" he growled.  He pounded on the
cockpit door. "Land at the nearest airport!" he ordered. "We'll get this 
bird refueled, fly over the Gulf of Mexico, and continue on to Nicaragua."

As the plane began turning, Ronnie said, "You want to take the risk of
landing?"

"We don't have any other choice," said Victor. "Besides, with our hostages,
no cops are gonna touch us."

Rosalyn whispered to Eva and Beth. "When we land, that'll be our best 
chance.  They'll be more likely to be distracted, and if we have to do any
shooting the plane won't depressurize.  There's three of us and three of
them, so we should each stay close to one of them.  I'll take Ronnie.  I
want to get that asshole back for punching me."

"I've got Frosty," said Eva. "I'll show him that he can only act tough when
he has a gun and I don't."

"That leaves me with Victor," said Beth. "Fine with me.  I hate the nasty
way he barks orders, and his breath stinks." All three women shared a nice
but quiet laugh.

The plane began descending.  The three hijackers kept a watchful eye on the
passengers as the aircraft approached the ground. Finally, the plane landed
with a bump.

"Cops'll surround us soon," muttered Frosty.

"Let 'em come," said Victor. "We got hostages.  We'll let some of 'em go to
make the cops all nice and impressed, but it'll help us because we'll have
fewer to watch over."

"Guess we'll have to let off the women, kids, geezers, etc. first," said 
Ronnie. "That sucks, because that leaves us with the young men.  I'd rather
have the women because they're weaker and easier to control." At this
comment Rosalyn and Eva both clenched their hands into fists, then looked 
at each other.  Seeing their identical reactions, they both laughed.

As was expected, the authorities soon had the plane surrounded. Negotiations
were made, and it was agreed that the women, children, and elderly 
passengers would be released in exchange for enough fuel to get to Central
America.  The young and middle-aged men, and the crew, would be kept as
hostages.  After those who were to be released had left the plane, Victor 
ordered all the passengers remaining in the first-class section to move to 
the main cabin. "I want everyone back here where I can see them," he 
announced.

By now, Rosalyn was getting worried that they wouldn't have their 
opportunity after all.  But, eventually, the terrorists slipped just like
she had known they would.

Ronnie and Frosty were near the back of the plane, talking to each other 
and slightly distracted.  Rosalyn and Eva were behind them.  Meanwhile, 
Victor was in the front of the plane with Beth.  Victor was carrying some
documents in his hand.  One of them fluttered to the floor and he bent over
to pick it up.  Rosalyn looked at her fellow stewardesses and gave a slight
nod.

Rosalyn launched herself through the air and landed a flying kick that
plowed into Ronnie's back.  He collapsed to the ground and his gun sailed
out of his hands.  At the same time, Eva's snap kick sent Frosty's gun
flying away.  And in the front of the plane, Beth slammed her elbow down
onto Victor, then twisted his arm until he dropped his weapon.

The terrorists were caught completely off guard and tried desperately to
fight off their petite female attackers.  Ronnie lifted himself onto his
hands and knees - and was promptly greeted by Rosalyn's knee slamming into
his face.  She kneed him in the face again, then delivered a vicious kick
into his side, cracking one of his ribs.  She drew back her leg to kick
again, but was suddenly pulled to the ground when Ronnie grabbed her ankle
and jerked.  Cursing ferociously as she fell, Rosalyn punched her opponent
in his wounded rib, eliciting a howl of pain from him.  Climbing to her
knees, she announced, "Remember this?" With that, she punched him as hard
as she could in the jaw.  As Ronnie reeled backward, she planted a 
satisfied smile on her face and announced, "Payback."

Meanwhile, Eva and Frosty were facing off.  Frosty, who was about nine
inches taller than his opponent, had lost his submachine gun, but he had
another weapon on him.  He reached into his pocket.  Pulling out a small
but deadly-looking knife, he began making slashes at Eva.  She dodged his
first two swings, but his third scraped her in the side.  As she yelled in
pain and clutched her bleeding side, Frosty sneered in triumph.  Raising
his knife, he prepared to plunge it into her throat.  However, just as he
was about to make his attack, Eva kicked him as hard as she could right in
the groin.  As his family jewels erupted with pain, she did another kick
that sent the knife sailing away.

In the front, Beth had Victor in a choke hold.  The big man thrashed and
struggled and managed to throw the stewardess loose.  He swung a punch at
her, but she blocked it and socked him in the gut.  As he doubled over,
she delivered a powerful uppercut that sent him to the ground.  Beth kicked 
him in the head, then jumped on him and began punching him repeatedly in 
the face.

Ronnie climbed back to his feet as Rosalyn did the same.  He drew back his
arm for a punch, but she grabbed it and twisted it hard.  She then kneed
him in the stomach and punched him in the nose.  As the hijacker stumbled,
the little stewardess launched a powerful roundhouse kick that slammed into
the side of his head.  Ronnie bumped face first into a wall.  With a grunt,
he turned back around and faced Rosalyn dizzily.  She grinned wickedly and
suddenly perfomed a standing back handspring.  As she flipped, her feet
slammed into his jaw with brutal force, knocking him to the ground.  When
she landed and looked down at her opponent, she saw that her hot gymnast's
kick had knocked him out. "Paid back with interest," she said in a cheesy
but sexy action heroine's voice.

Frosty, cursing and spitting, tried to kick Eva, but she danced safely out
of the way.  She then launched a kick of her own to his face, knocking him
backward.  She knocked him further back with a kick to his chest, then
strode up to him confidently and gave him a black eye with a punch that was
impressively strong for someone of her petite size. "Not so tough now, are
you, asshole," she snarled.  She showed her strength and flexibility with a 
sexy high kick.  The kick slammed into Frosty's jaw and sent him to the 
floor.  Eva looked down at him, hoping he was out.  When he groaned and 
tried to start getting up, she grabbed him by the neck and smashed his head
into a wall.  This time, he slumped down, out cold.

Victor had managed to grab Beth and shove her into a row of seats.  He
jumped up and charged her, but she leapt to her feet and delivered a kick
that plowed into him and stopped his charge abruptly.  She then grabbed him
by the shirt collar.  Wincing at his ugly face and wrinkling her nose at 
his stinky breath, she viciously headbutted him.  As Victor stumbled
backward, Beth calmly launched a powerful spin kick.  Her stewardess shoe
plowed right into her opponent's head, sending him down with a THUMP.

Beth turned to Rosalyn and Eva with a satisfied smile.  Unseen by her,
however, Victor rolled over and reached for his 9mm pistol that was lying
on the floor.  Rosalyn saw him just in time.

"Beth, look out!" she shouted.  Beth dove to the side.  At the same time,
Rosalyn snatched up Frosty's submachine gun from the floor near her. Victor,
seeing her, aimed his gun, but Rosalyn was faster.  She fired a short but
effective burst from the submachine gun.  Several bloody holes appeared in
Victor's chest as he slumped back down.  His body twitched as he expired.

Rosalyn whirled to cover Ronnie with her gun.  Eva snatched up Ronnie's .38
and covered Frosty with it, while Beth picked up Victor's 9mm and covered
Frosty from the other side.  After satisfying themselves that the two
remaining hijackers were still unconscious, the stewardesses relaxed.

The passengers relaxed too. After the brutality of the fights and the death
of Victor, they had been extremely tense, but they let out exhales of 
relief now that the danger was over.  They then gave the stewardesses a
standing ovation.  The cockpit door opened and the pilot and copilot came
out.  Observing the scene, they joined in the applause.  Rosalyn, Eva, and
Beth blushed, then smiled and took bows.

The pilot yanked open the front door of the plane. "It's all right," he
called out to the authorities who were still surrounding the aircraft. "The
terrorists have been subdued."

The remaining passengers departed the plane with looks of admiration and
awe for the tough and sexy stewardesses who had kicked the hijackers' asses.
A police unit came on board to haul away Frosty and Ronnie, who had both
woken up and both looked extremely humiliated.  The coroner's unit also 
came to take away Amy's and Victor's bodies.  Before Amy's body was taken
away, the other three stewardesses made a circle around her. "Rest in peace
now, Amy, you've been avenged," whispered Rosalyn.

The commander of the police unit turned to the pilot. "Which were the brave
men who subdued the hijackers?" he asked.  All three women's mouths dropped
open in indignation. "Do we look like men to you?" sputtered Eva.

The pilot, with a smile, explained how the three young women had defeated
the terrorists.  When he was done, the police commander turned to the
stewardesses with a look of admiration. "You go, girls," he said. "I'm
impressed. You certainly saved us the trouble of a risky commando operation
to storm the plane." Rosalyn, Eva, and Beth blushed again and smiled.

And with that, the three petite and lovely ladies stepped off the plane to
face their inevitable 15 minutes of fame.

THE END

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