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attracted to and she wondered how many girls had he fucked in the dimly lit under floor galley. “Oh my god what am I thinking,” she murmured, berating herself, almost loud enough for Tom to hear, but thankful for the groans of the engines camouflaging her words. She turned around as he was opening the crew meal cart, reaching for the fruit platters. “I’ll take these up for you, if you like,” he smiled and continued, “Only a few hours to go and we’ll be in our beds.” With that he placed the platter on the small lift shelf and returned to the main cabin. Kate grinned, looking at the lift door. “I wonder whose bed you will be sleeping in, first officer Tom Clancy, because it won’t be mine.” The bus arrived at the Leela Palace pulling up in front of the main reception with its luxurious designed porch based on the 13th century Vijayanagara Palace opulent architecture. The spotlights shining, highlighting the magnificent entrance, all was quiet apart from the sounds of crickets, the chatting of crew and the clicking of the girls’ heels on the glossy ceramic tiles as they approached the reception desk to check in for their week’s stay. Kate and her friend, Samantha, agreed to share a room for a couple of days due to an error with the crew booking. It was an hour or so since the debrief and despite the early hours of the morning the girls were having their nightcap, giggling in their room. Although Samantha spoke freely that she had taken a shine to Tom, Kate decided not to mention the incident with the first officer; it was just silliness after all. It was already past lunch time when the girls awoke and they spent the rest of the day with the crew on the breathtaking sun kissed, bleached sand of the Mobar Beach, fringed by tall palms. The Arabian Sea was the perfect backdrop to a chilled out afternoon as they soaked up the sun. Returning to their room after enjoying early ‘sundowners,’ they saw a note from the captain saying, ‘Eating here, meet at 7 at the bar.’ Realising they didn’t have much time to get ready, they blasted the room with Simply Red’s ‘Stars’ on the iPod speakers, poured gin and tonics from the mini bar and took their showers. Half an hour later Kate was dressed in black, calf length, cotton leggings, an off the shoulder, flame red, silk gypsy top and soft, black leather ballet pumps. Her hair was roughly scraped up, tendrils falling, shaping her lightly tanned face. She wore just enough make-up to blossom her sultry look, mascara emphasised her dark eyes. Her lips were lightly painted with a gloss pink covering. She was ready to leave. The Yali Lounge overlooked the tropical gardens and lagoons. By the time they arrived most of the crew was sitting on soft armchairs and sofas around a long, golden, gilded marble table, in keeping with the palatial décor of the hotel. The captain was the first to stand and greet Kate and Samantha who both smiled a warm ‘hello’ in return and said hi to everyone. Some time later, having eaten a lavish meal of Goan shrimp curry in the Susegado restaurant, the crew returned to the Yali lounge. There was only a handful left when Kate’s attention was drawn to two |
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