Prompt time! A story where Mercedes is a young stewardess on a flight bound to Spain. A mysterious passenger(Sam) blackmails her into helping him and his girlfriend(Tina) smuggle stolen paintings from Museu Picasso. What does he have on her? She's sleeping with the pilot(Will). Who unbeknownst to her is his father, who's married; to her supervisor(Sue). What's a girl to do when in international criminal is seemingly out to get you? -or get in your pants? It's weird, he has a girlfriend...
So here is part 1! This might be a couple of parts tbh, Its a really good idea and I don't think it could be told in a one shot. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know if you like where this is going and i'll try and get part 2 up as soon as possible!
Mercedes stood in front of the mirror in the staff bathroom, dabbing a wrinkled tissue at the corners of her eyes.
"Fucking asshole."She breathed as she tried to muffle her sobs. She had 40 minutes before she needed to board flight 225 and she knew she was going to need every one of those 40 minutes to pull herself together. Passengers expected their stewardess to be cheerful and put together, they acted as a symbol of authority and security during a time when most people felt fearful and nervous. How was she supposed to make anybody feel safe when she looked and felt as though she were falling apart at the seams.
She tossed her dampened tissue onto the floor and straightened her back, glaring hard at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy, her makeup smudge and streaked the surface of her skin. Her black mascara highlighting the path each of her tears took as they spilled from her eyes. She looked awful, but she felt worse. She dug through her purse, trying to find her small purple makeup bag so she could clean herself up, or at least try to.
Her heart stopped as she saw the screen of her phone illuminate in the darkness of her purse. She took a deep breath and grasped the phone, her hands shook as she read the message.
"I didn't want it to be this way, this is hard for me to. But we knew going into this that leaving Sue wasn't an option for me. I thought you understood, I thought you had accepted that."
Mercedes dropped the phone back into her purse, she couldn't stand to read another word. Her stomach ached as struggled to hold back her tears, her body shaking as the words rolled around her head.
She did understand, for 3 months she knew exactly what she had gotten herself into and she was fully aware of the space she occupied in Will's life. She was content being the mistress, because in her mind, having half of his heart was better then having none of it. It was a sad existence to some, maybe even pitiful in the eyes of many, but it worked for her.
But she thought things had changed. Two nights ago something happened that made her feel as though a shift had been made in the foundation of whatever it was they were building together. There were certain lines Mercedes had been careful not to cross in her relationship with Will, although she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't desperate to cross them. But two nights ago it seemed that Will had been the one to take the first step over the forbidden line. Because to Mercedes, "I love you" were words she never expected to hear on her side of the line.
Her legs were wrapped tightly around Wills waist, she arched her back and began rocking her body against his, creating a friction that raised both their temperatures to dangerous heights. Will groaned at her movements as he took large handfuls of her soft hips into both of his hands, thrusting himself harder and deeper as he breathed her name into the side of her neck. Mercedes eyes fluttered as the length of him filled her to capacity, reaching parts of her nobody else had ever come close to reaching. Will moved a hand from her hip to her breast, pinching and rolling her hard nipple between his finger and his thumb. A soft whimper escaped Mercedes lips, she lifted her hands and raked her fingers through his thick curls. The contact drove Will wild and he responded by taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting as his tongue rolled across the surface of her skin. Mercedes was reaching her boiling point, and she let will know by gently scraping her nails along the flesh of his back before firmly taking his ass into her small hands, bringing him fully into her. Will was on the verge of release, his pace quickened and Mercedes gripped him tighter, urging him to bring her to the climax she desperately needed.
Will let out a low grunt and Mercedes eyes rolled to the back of her head. They rocked together as the waves of their climax rolled over their bodies. Will lowered his head into the side of Mercedes neck, whispering into the soft curve or her skin.
"I fucking love you." he breathed as her peppered her collar bone with gentle kisses.
Mercedes heart beat quickened as her breath caught in her throat. An entirely new sensation rolled over her body, replacing the satisfying waves of pleasure with a mixture of confusion and joy.
"Did he really just say that?" Maybe she was imagining it, maybe it was a product of wishful thinking. She wanted to ask him about it but he was already asleep, passed out peacefully beside her with one arm wrapped possessively around her her waist.
Mercedes smiled at the sight of him. She knew better then to read to much into this, but she couldn't help it. He looked so right curled up beside her, as if this is where he was meant to be. She never let her mind wander into the realm of "I love you", that was a dangerous place to be. She knew that if she started wanting things, expecting more, that it would just cause a disturbance in the balance that she and Will had created. No, she was determined to preserve what she had with him by being grateful for having anything at all. But she couldn't stop the feeling of completeness that radiated from her core when the idea of Will loving her, really loving her, danced around in her mind.
She would ask him about it eventually, but for now she let the idea of a life with Wills love rock her into a peaceful sleep.
Mercedes shook the memory of that night from her head, "What a fool" She said to herself. The tears had begun to sting her eyes, she reached for another tissue dabbing away at the tears before they could fall.
She had told herself not to read too much into it. She knew should have been satisfied with what she had with Will. When she brought it up, he had brushed it off as "Heat of the moment banter." He had told her that he didn't mean to lead her on. He had feelings for her, but love wasn't one of them. His love was only reserved for Sue. Mercedes recoiled as an image of the woman scrolled across her mind. She knew it wasn't right to be critical of other peoples looks, but she couldn't help but wonder what Will saw in her.
She was a tall older woman, short blonde hair framed her face, she wore a grimace almost every time Mercedes had seen her. She wondered if she were even capable of a different expression. Her blue eyes were cold and flat, an extreme contrast to the inviting green of Wills eyes. The two of them had been a mystery to Mercedes since the first day she saw them together. But maybe that was her jealousy talking.
Mercedes thoughts where cut short when the door to the staff washroom opened. Shit, she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and straightened her spine. She didn't want anybody to see her like this. She looked straight ahead into the mirror, breathing deeply to try and subdue the sobs that were begging to escape her lips.
In the reflection of the mirror she caught glimpse of a pretty asian woman, she walked passed Mercedes and into a stall. Mercedes brow furrowed. She didn't look familiar, but then again this was a big airport. It was possible that there were some members of the staff that she hadn't been introduced to before, or maybe she was a new employee. Whoever she was, Mercedes would rather not suffer the embarrassment of unravelling in front of a stranger. She still felt as though the tears would flow at any moment. Time to get out of here, she decided.
She reached for her makeup bag that was sitting on the edge of the counter. She accidentally knocked it off the ledge, sending the bags contents crashing to the floor. "Damnit" Mercedes hissed as she bent down to collect the items.
Out of no where a small tanned hand gripped Mercedes tube of mascara. Her eyes traced up the strangers arm until they landed on her face. It was the woman from the stall. Busted, Mercedes thought to herself.
"Do you need a hand?" The woman laughed, beaming a pleasant smile at Mercedes. She really was a very pretty woman Mercedes thought to herself. She had warm brown eyes and impossibly shiny brown hair, highlights of honey and caramel decorating the ends of each strand as they cascaded down her back.
"Thanks. I'm a bit of a klutz I supposed." Mercedes said as she collect the last of her makeup from off the floor.
"Sometimes people get a little careless in times of emotional distress. It happens to the best of us."
Mercedes froze. "Emotional Distress." Could she sense that she had been crying? What was she talking about, of course she could tell she had been crying. Her makeup was no longer smudge but here eyes were probably still a pitiful cherry red.
"Yeah well, it's been a rough day." Mercedes sighed.
"I can imagine" She replied, a knowing smile spread across her face.
That was weird, Mercedes thought to herself. There was something deeper in the woman's words, but Mercedes wasn't in the mood to delve any deeper into this conversation. She was beginning to feel uneasy in the woman's presence.
"Here you go. I hope you feel better soon, a pretty girl like you shouldn't be crying alone in bathrooms." The woman said as she handed Mercedes the tube of mascara. Mercedes lifted a shaky hand, quickly lifting the tube from the womans grasp. She shoved the mascara in to her bag and turned swiftly towards the door. "Thank you" She called over her shoulder. She knew she was being rude, but something didn't feel right, and she wanted to leave before she figured out why.
"You're welcome Mercedes."
That stopped her in her tracks.
How the hell did she know her name?
Mercedes spun around to confront the stranger, as she did the woman lunged at her, wrapping one arm around Mercedes neck, the other arm gripping a syringe filled with a light blue liquid. Mercedes screamed as she pulled and clawed at the woman's arm, trying to free herself from her grasp. It was no use, who ever this woman was, she was strong, much stronger then Mercedes.
Time for plan B
Mercedes opened her mouth wide and bit down hard on the womans arm. She yelped and her grip on Mercedes loosened. Mercedes took this opportunity to make a mad dash for the exit. She was a few feet away from the door when something snagged her hair, whipping her head back violently before she crashed to the floor with a thud.
The room was spinning and Mercedes was finding it hard to catch her breath.
The woman stepped over her and sat on her chest, straddling her, making it even harder for Mercedes to breath. The woman used her knees to pin both of her arms to the ground. Mercedes attempted to kick and knee the woman in the back, but her legs where too short to inflict any real damage.
Damn it.
The woman pushed the hair out of her face and smiled down at Mercedes.
"You were a harder target then I thought. Remind me to bring a stun gun the next time I'm sent to reel you in."
She was sent to reel her in? Who could possibly be targeting Mercedes? This type of abduction was usually reserved for the rich and the powerful, at least thats how it seemed in the movie. Mercedes was neither rich no powerful, so what could anybody want with her? Maybe the woman was making a mistake, maybe she was abducting the wrong person."
"I think you've got your wires crossed." Mercedes wheezed," I'm just a stewardess, I haven't done anything to anybody and I have nothing of any real value. I think your after the wrong person." Mercedes tried to reason, she had no energy left to fight and she needed this woman off her chest. She looked up to the woman pleadingly, hoping she would reconsider what she was doing before it was too late.
"I never make mistakes sweetie, I'm the best in the business and when someone says 'Bring me Mercedes Jones, I will bring them Mercedes Jones.'" She stated with a smile.
Mercedes opened her mouth to object when the woman clamped her hand over her lips.
"Enough. I've got a job to do and you've already made me go over my time limit." The woman lifted the syringe from the floor and pushed down on the end, sending small spurts of the blue liquid shooting out from the eye of the needle. Mercedes eyes widened as she thrashed her head wildly from side to side in a desperate attempt to shake the woman's hand from her lips.
"Just so you know,the more you squirm the more it will hurt. Thats perfectly fine by me but I figured i'd let you know." She said with a smirk. She lowered the syringe to Mercedes neck, piercing her flesh the the sharp tip of the needle.
Mercedes eyes began to flutter. What the hell was in that syringe? Her lids grew heavy as the feeling in her extremeties faded away.
"This can't be happening." Mercedes whispered, as she felt her body drift off into darkness.
The woman climbed off of Mercedes chest and reached into her pocket. She pulled out a small cellphone and swiftly dialled a number.
"I've got her, bring the car around and i'll meet you outside."
She hung up the phone and dipped into a stall. She tossed the phone into the toilet and flushed. The cellphone disappeared and the woman stepped back into the main lobby of the washroom. Mercedes watched through heavy lids as the woman leaned down next to her, whispering softly.
"Time for you to go to sleep. We need to make sure your nice and well rested for Sam."
Sam?
That name was the last thing to float through Mercedes mind before here lids closed shut,
Her mind drifting into darkness.