Podcasts about stewardess

An airline just for men? Welcome to the sexism of the sixties.Show website: www.truestoriespodcast.comBecome a Patreon Supporter: https://bit.ly/3XLR99vBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/true-stories-with-seth-andrews--5621867/support.

Elektrische Zauberzahnbürsten, Handgepäck, aufgegebenes Gepäck. Egal. Manch einer schleppt den halben Hausstand mit, manch Anderer macht das On-the-go Sparprogramm. Wir fangen an mit Gepäck und enden auf einer zweifelhaften „Tupperparty" Wie immer halt... was sollen wir sagen.

Ep. 80: Tricycle Wizard ft. JEFF Pt-1 -- The Jesties are joined by fellow Jestie, troupe member, JEFF! who starts off tapewormed to a chair. The group shares a recent interaction with the Tricycle Wizard, and attempt to start some local lore. Everyone shares and we riff and spin till our bellies are full.Enjoy! Thank you for listening. LIke what you hear? Want to hear something more? Drop us a comment at team@jestimprov.com Let us know if you want us to mention you in our episode, we'll do our best to give you a shout-out.Visit us anytime at https://www.jestimprov.com to find out more about us in Ventura, CA - including when to drop-in for classes and shows!

Qualifications for a flight attendant in1954. Corey would never make it. In 1954, she is considered an Amazon woman.Lemonading through life. This is the idea of treating  your life like the old adage, when life gives you lemons...make lemonade. Gratitude journals help. Remember to "play." Do something fun.Corey made it weird during a housefire on her street. Have you ever "killed the room?"Second Date Update: Eddie takes Candice on a unique first date. They go to an indoor skydiving place in Union City. Now she has ghosted.

If you have a good marriage, everything else feels perfect. But a tense and stressful marriage sours almost everyyhing else in your life. Two fairytales; one is how the world REALLY works, while the other is bilgewater. Henry Fonda, John Gutfreund former CEO of Salomon Brothers Bank, the Sultan of Brunei, Benjamin Netanyahu, and Vladimir Putin all married airline stewardesses. Explore the wonderful world of the Happy Warriors community www.WeHappyWarriors.com What the U.S. Census Bureau reveals about how people pair up. In most marriage counseling, I need to speak only to the husband. That day my wife tried to eat half my steak.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a good marriage, everything else feels perfect. But a tense and stressful marriage sours almost everyyhing else in your life. Two fairytales; one is how the world REALLY works, while the other is bilgewater. Henry Fonda, John Gutfreund former CEO of Salomon Brothers Bank, the Sultan of Brunei, Benjamin Netanyahu, and Vladimir Putin all married airline stewardesses.  Explore the wonderful world of the Happy Warriors community www.WeHappyWarriors.com. What the U.S. Census Bureau reveals about how people pair up. In most marriage counseling, I need to speak only to the husband. That day my wife tried to eat half my steak.

Happy Birthday to us!!!! Ein Jahr on air und 30 in the air….. crazy was da alles so passiert… da geht nicht alles mit rechten Dingen zu. Zu ist ein gutes Stichwort. Was hat der betrunkene Gast auf dem Gürtel seiner Liebsten zu suchen???

Assenav F. (24) glaubte, ihre beste Freundin Annah sei die perfekte BFF – doch das, was sie als enge Freundschaft betrachtete, entpuppt sich schnell als hinterhältige Fassade. Alles beginnt, als Assenav guter Freund Omit ihr die atemberaubende Hannah vorstellt. Omit ist überzeugt, dass die beiden „ein Match made in Heaven“ sind, und schnell hat auch Assenav die charmante, blonde Schönheit ins Herz geschlossen. Als Hannah plötzlich ein Zimmer sucht und die Chemie zwischen ihr und Assenav sofort stimmt, zieht sie kurzerhand bei ihr ein. Die beiden Mitbewohnerinnen verstehen sich blendend – oder zumindest scheint es so. Doch hinter der perfekten Fassade beginnt sich ein fieses Spiel abzuzeichnen. Die Dinge ändern sich schon bald, als Assenav eine Ausbildung beginnt, als Stewardess oder besser noch als Pilotin durchstartet und dann beruflich viel unterwegs ist. Die Freundschaft, die einst so innig war, beginnt zu bröckeln. Assenav merkt schnell, dass Anna sich zunehmend von ihr entfernt – und je weniger Aufmerksamkeit sie ihr schenkt, desto ignoranter wird Hannah. Als Annah ihre As-Karte zieht, ist es schon zu spät: Sie verfolgt einen Plan, der Assenav tief verletzen und vor die Türe setzen soll. --Euch hat diese Geschichte gefallen, aufgeregt oder ihr habt euch darin sogar wiedererkannt? Das interessiert uns brennend!Schreibt uns in Kommentaren über Facebook und Instagram unter @dramacarbonara. Dort werdet ihr auch die in den Geschichten besprochenen Fotos finden und endlich sehen können, was wir sehen ... Falls ihr noch mehr fantastische Geschichten mit uns lesen wollt, können wir euch schon jetzt versprechen: das Repertoire ist unerschöpflich, wir staunen jedes Mal aufs Neue, was möglich ist. Abonnieren per RSS-Feed, Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Deezer oder Google Podcasts ist der Schlüssel zur regelmäßigen Versorgung. Über Rezensionen freuen wir uns natürlich extrem und feiern diese gern auch prominent in unserem Social Media Feed.Jede zweite Folge kommt übrigens ein/e GastleserIn zu uns ins kuschelige Wiener Hauptquartier und unterstützt uns mit Theorien zu Charakteren und Handlungssträngen. Wenn ihr einen Wunschgast habt oder gern selbst mal vorbeischauen wollt, sagt Bescheid. Wir können nichts versprechen, aber wir freuen uns immer über Vorschläge.Wenn ihr Lust auf Extra-Content und Community-Aktivitäten habt, unterstützt uns mit einem Abonnement auf Steady und kommt in den Genuss des kompletten "Drama Carbonara"-Universums: https://steadyhq.com/de/drama-carbonara/aboutFalls ihr daran interessiert sind, Werbung in unserem Podcast zu schalten, setzt euch bitte mit Stefan Lassnig von Missing Link  in Verbindung. Verbindlichsten Dank! Ö3 PODCAST AWARD!Bis zum 28.2. ist wieder Nominierungszeit für den Ö3-Podcast-Award und wir freuen uns über eure Stimme!-> ABSTIMMUNG NEUER PODCAST!Wer in den neuesten Podcast, den Tatjana und Asta für HAPPY HOUSE MEDIA Wien produziert haben mit dem vielversprechenden Namen "Wo die Geister wohnen" reinhören mag - schaut mal hier & hier findet ihr den Geister Instagram Account! Es wird schrecklich schön!!--Link zur Podcast Hörer:innen UMFRAGE!Danke für die Mitarbeit und euer wertvolles Feedback :) & hier zur legendären Spotify Drama Carbonara Soundtrack Playlist - folgen folgen folgen!! liebe Freund:innen des unberechenbaren Musik-Algorithmus!

National green juice day. Entertainment from 2022. Stewardess falls 33,000 feet and lived, Largest diamond ever found, Michigan became 26th state. Todays birthdays - Louis Zamperini, Paul Newman, Bob Ueker, Jean Knight, Eddie Van Halen, Anita Baker, Ellen DeGeneres, Tom Keifer, Andrew Ridgley. Kobe Bryant died.Intro - Pour some sugar on me - Def Leppard     http://defleppard.com/Green smoothi hustla - Serfei BoutenkoEasy on me - AdeleWhiskey and rain - Michael RayBirthday - The BeatlesBirthdays - In da club - 50 Cent     http://50cent.com/Just a bit outside - Harry Doyle in Major LeagueMr. Big Stuff - Jean KnightEruption - Van HalenGiving you the best that I got - Anita BakerShake me - CinderellaWake me up before you go go - WhamExit - In my dreams - Dokken   https://www.dokken.net/     

My sister Erin joins me to share her journey from freelancing in the yachting world to becoming a commercial seaplane pilot. We compare how her experiences freelancing in hospitality were different from mine in digital marketing. She opens up about managing emotions and mindset during career transitions and offers practical tips for breaking into yachting or aviation: network like a pro, build versatile skills, and always know your worth. Takeaways: Freelancing requires networking and building relationships. Success comes from attention to detail and providing excellent service. Running a business is not for everyone Having emotional support and managing your emotions is crucial during career changes Find Erin Online: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/erinkayla LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/erinkaylameltzer/ Newsletter: https://patchaero.substack.com/ Aviation Bows: https://www.patchaero.com/shop Find Rachel Online: LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/rmeltzer/ Threads: https://www.threads.net/@rachelhmeltzer YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@rachelhmeltzer Newsletter: https://rachelhmeltzer.myflodesk.com/the-fizz

Flying home for Christmas…. aber nur wenn es genügend Enteisungsflüssigkeit gibt! Weit weg von zu Hause unter einem fremden Weihnachtsbaum oder in der Luft neben dem Schlitten von Nikolaus ( oder vom Christkind?) Unser Weihnachten ist genau so unvorhersehbar wie wir!!!

RadarOnline.com can reveal Summer-Leigh Morrison, a stewardess for the airline, shared an Instagram post revealing she was traveling with the late singer's coffin – reportedly violating airline rules by sharing a photo of the flight manifest showing who was on the flight. Also spotted were Payne's parents, X Factor boss Simon Cowell, and his ex Cheryl Cole – who shares seven-year-old son Bear with Payne. On top of Payne's casket were two wreaths – a red and white one from his parents bearing the word "son", and another made up of blue and white flowers that said "Daddy" – from Bear. Just two days after his funeral, Payne's final moments in the Argentinian hotel were revealed from recorded CCTV footage - showing multiple hotel workers manhandling the troubled star.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Wunderbare Menschen, Liebe uberall! Wir lieben es!Liebe Gäste, liebe Kollegen, tolle Menschen, bunte Menschen.Eine Flugreise die lieben Menschen gewidmet ist!!! ❤️❤️

Shannon Sharpe and Chad “Ochocinco” Johnson react to Detroit Lions fans silencing a stewardess on a flight during game winning FG. Later, Unc and Ocho are joined by NBA Champion Dwight Howard to discuss his snub from the NBA's 75th Anniversary team, Dwight's time on Dancing with the Stars, the ceiling for LeBron James, Anthony Davis and the Los Angeles Lakers and much more!03:13 - Viral video of Lions fans on flight07:20 - Viral woman cancels honeymoon14:40 - 15 yr old sends herself 7k from her father's iphone25:30 - The Rock coming clean about behavior on set27:00 - Iron man at home29:00 - Dwight Howard Joins53:20 - Q and Ayyy(Timestamps may vary based on advertisements.)#Volume #ClubSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Welcome back to our book launch series! This week, Meghan is joined by Jocelyn Pedersen to discuss principles from chapter 3 of "Consider Yourself as Eve: A Guide to Spiritual Development for Women (and the Men Who Love Them)." Be sure to get your copy on Amazon! Topics include: - A New Perspective of Eve and the Garden of Eden Account - Companionship of Men and Women - False Narratives about Women Have Feedback? Send the LDD team a text! "Consider Yourself as Eve: A Guide to Spiritual Development for Women (and the Men Who Love Them)" is available on Amazon in paperback, hardback, and ebook formats. Get your copy today!

High-Flying Adventures of a Long-Time Flight AttendantDuring her nearly 40-year career as a flight attendant, Tania Anderson met everyone from Elizabeth Taylor to the Dalai Lama, Mother Teresa, Britain's Prince Philip, and five U.S. presidents!She can share innumerable fascinating anecdotes about her high-flying life and the many memorable individuals she's met along the way. She is the author of the memoir “On Butterflies' Wings:An Anthology of International EscapadesJanuary Jones Sharing Senior Success is broadcast live Thursdays at 3PM ET Music on W4CY Radio (www.w4cy.com) part of Talk 4 Radio (www.talk4radio.com) on the Talk 4 Media Network (www.talk4media.com January Jones Sharing Senior Success is viewed on Talk 4 TV (www.talk4tv.com).January Jones Sharing Senior Success Podcast is also available on Talk 4 Media (www.talk4media.com), Talk 4 Podcasting (www.talk4podcasting.com), iHeartRadio, Amazon Music, Pandora, Spotify, Audible, and over 100 other podcast outlets.

Volksnah und doch abgehoben Sag mir deinen Namen und ich sag dir ob du Jetheimers hast. Wie wir heißen und warum und über die holprige Steine die zu unserem Namen geführt Enjoy this dirty flight.

Whispering Streets 58xxxx xxx The Airline Stewardess 

Wir wissen inzwischen: Obst klebt Hornhaut sollte man entfernen Auch Füsse können swiperdeeswipen Kinder sind was wunderbares!!!Oder so....

EPISODE 357 - AIRDATE 10/07/24 LOVE LETTERS Love transcends time, and in this episode of Dream Infringement, we dive into intimate expressions of the heart. From the poetic longings of a widow in ancient Korea to the Stewardess who received a letter from Hollywood legend Marlon Brando, join us as we explore love letters that capture the essence of romance across different eras.

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They're eating the cats, they're eating the doooogs.... Der nachste Baumarktbesuch will never be the same nach dieser Folge! Gibt es ausser Designermöbel auch noch andere Sachen aus Schweden die man unbedingt braucht? Zum Glück wird in dieser Folge mal nicht soviel gelacht.....Heute als Gast, the one and only: Pink Flamingo

I Can See Fiber From My House. South East Eat-Up. Stewardess, I Ordered the Non-Mouse Meal. The Dumbest of the Rings. Pete Rose Folded. Brian's meat is the most tender. Nobody Eats Chuck! Don't get into the van down by the river. Bet You Didn't See That Death Coming. TDS is Tedious. Faking Keanu. Searching for Sperp. Air-O-Teeka. Huffing on Strawberry Shortcake. Actual Red-Headed Stepchild with Amy and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Can See Fiber From My House. South East Eat-Up. Stewardess, I Ordered the Non-Mouse Meal. The Dumbest of the Rings. Pete Rose Folded. Brian's meat is the most tender. Nobody Eats Chuck! Don't get into the van down by the river. Bet You Didn't See That Death Coming. TDS is Tedious. Faking Keanu. Searching for Sperp. Air-O-Teeka. Huffing on Strawberry Shortcake. Actual Red-Headed Stepchild with Amy and more on this episode of The Morning Stream. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Magyarázó epizódunkat hallják. Miért lett vége a barátság-beszélgetéseknek podcastként, illetve hogyan lett belőlük TV-műsor a Viasaton, miért csatlakozott hozzánk Szabó Simon, mi várható ebben az évadban, kinek milyen tetkói és gyerekkori hegei vannak, melyikünk volt szakács és melyikünk légiutaskísérő? Atyaég, mennyi kérdés, mennyi válasz!!!

Mars Needs Women (1968)AIP Production #6721 Jeff and Cheryl crack the coded message telling the world that Mars Needs Women. Written and Directed by Larry Buchanan Produced by Larry Buchanan for Azalea Pictures Starring: Tommy Kirk as Dop/Martian Fellow #1 Yvonne Craig as Dr. Marjorie Bolen Warren Hammack as Martian Doctor/Fellow #2 Anthony Houston as Martian Fellow #3 Larry Tanner as Martian Fellow #4 Cal Duggan as Martian Fellow #5 Pat Delaney as artist abductee Sherry Roberts as Brenda Knowlan, abductee Donna Lindberg as Stewardess, abductee "Bubbles" Cash as Stripper, abductee Byron Lord as Col. Bob Page, U.S.D.S. Roger Ready as Stimmons Barnett Shaw as Man at military conference Neil Fletcher as Secretary of Defense Chet Davis as network news reporter Patrick Cranshaw as Drunk on pier Produced by Azalea Pictures and released by American International Television (AITV). Stream Mars Needs Women on Prime Video or MGM+, or rent it on Apple TV+. Visit our website - https://aippod.com/ and follow the American International Podcast on Letterboxd, Instagram and Threads @aip_pod and on Facebook at facebook.com/AmericanInternationalPodcast View the Mars Needs Women trailer here. Our open and close includes clips from the following films/trailers: How to Make a Monster (1958), The Brain That Wouldn't Die (1962), I Was a Teenage Werewolf (1957), High School Hellcats (1958), Beach Blanket Bingo (1965), The Wild Angels (1966), It Conquered the World (1956), The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971), and Female Jungle (1955) Photo 66485426 © Mike Mols | Dreamstime.com

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O pracy stewardessy w Zjednoczonych Emiratach Arabskich i nie tylko opowiada Ania Kolasińska. Ania prowadzi własny podcast z wywiadami: „Rozmowy w dresie”. --- „7 metrów pod ziemią” to internetowe wywiady o tematyce społecznej. Rozmawiam z ciekawymi ludźmi - konkretnie i bez zbędnych dygresji. Mój cel? Wydobyć z rozmówców prawdę, na którą nie zdobyliby się w telewizyjnym studiu. Rafał Gębura.

Yvette talks with Tracey Boston, superyacht stewardess and co-founder of "Our Faceless Crew." Tracey has woven a rich tapestry of cultural experiences from living across the globe—from the Caribbean to countries like Turkey, France, Italy, and Slovenia, and she shares her passion for hospitality and tourism with Yvette. 

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The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 9 The girls continue their shopping. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. "Now to go get new clothes!" Azalea sang as they exited the goblin smith's shop. She was happy and a bit amused, watching Chitchat walk unsteadily trying to acclimate to her new accessory. "Yes, we've had enough distractions for one day," asserted Reina. "We have a bit of a walk," groused Chitchat. "This way." [[MORE]] The job Chitchat had anticipated to be simple was proving more than she and her rear had bargained for. She rubbed her temples. Friendship assplugs? Really? Who even thinks of something like that? I've never even put my fingers in there before. Thought I was gonna pee myself. This should have been easy -- answer some questions, follow two rural girls around, watch them window shop, and make some money. Easy and simple. You can do it, Chitchat. Just a few more hours, and you'll be eating good and plug-free.' "Hey, Reina, look!" Chitchat's introspection was interrupted. She looked over her shoulder to see Azalea pointing from between Reina's breasts at a large bronze statue of a young arachne woman operating a loom. Reina surveyed the plaza. "They sure do like their urban sculptures." Lanterns placed strategically around the outer edge of the plaza aimed their light at the arachne woman's tapestry which reflected the colors back, bathing the surrounding area in variegated hues. "They are more than just decorative pieces," answered Chitchat. "They help people know which plaza is which since they are all designed the same. This one was erected in front of the tailor and seamstresses' neighborhood." Halfway down the street, Chitchat stopped at a storefront with an unusually wide set of double doors and a hanging sign of two crossed bobbins. "Here we are." "The Silky Loom," read Azalea, wiggling free from Reina. Chitchat leaned against a wooden post holding up the awning. "I'll wait out here while you two conduct your business." "Why?" asked Azalea. She looked down at her tattered cloak. "I'm usually not welcome in nice places like this." Azalea grabbed Chitchat's hand and pulled her past Reina."Then, I'll speak up for you if they don't like you." Reina gave an apologetic look as Chitchat was dragged once again by Azalea. Being the last to enter, Reina closed the door against the outside noise. Shelves of wool, hemp, muslin, and silk were neatly sorted by material, hue, and size on three walls. Hanging from the ceiling were nets filled with balls of yarn. Behind a heavy curtain lining the fourth wall, the patterned sound of a long clack followed by two short ones was heard. Reina took a step forward and felt the floor give slightly with a small creak. The clacking stopped. She looked down curiously. The carpet she stepped on had white threads extending out from it and underneath the veil. "Coming!" called a cheerful voice. A worn hand pushed aside the curtain, and out stepped an older arachne woman with an apron stuffed with needles and scissors. Her salt-and-pepper hair was tied in a bun. Her mature face had telltale crow's feet beginning to develop around her kindly eyes. "Not often do I get so many cute dearies wandering into my shop! Welcome!" She re-adjusted the black and gold shawl over her shoulders. "My name is Gertrude, one of the oldest shop owners in the city! How can I help you today? If you're just looking, you're welcome to browse as long as you wish, or if you have a specific request, I can make everything from formal to loungewear, made with any fabric you find in the store, including my own silk." Reina stepped forward. "We would like a price estimate for formal wear for a business meeting and two winter coats." "Three," Azalea corrected. "Three?" "Yes, something for Chitchat." Chitchat, who had been studying a display mannequin, looked up in surprise. "One gift was already more than enough. No need to trouble yourselves." The large arachne shook her head and marched over, looming over the younger girl. Chitchat slunk back. "Now, sweetie, none of that. I can't rightly feel good with such a young an' sweet thing such as yourself catching your death out in the cold this winter. Granny Gertrude will get you girls properly attired." She ushered them into a side fitting room, fawning disapprovingly over the tiny flaws in their current clothes: "The stitching on this cloak is abysmal! How do you even make clothes out of flowers? The hems on this blanket are way too low -- they'll fray them in no time!" She stopped mid-complaint. "When did you need these completed?" "The formal attire we need by tonight," replied Reina. "That doesn't give us much time. I think I can modify some pieces I already have. I should also have some doll clothes left over I'll be able to modify quick-like. Won't take any time at all! Any particular pattern or cloth you want them to be made out of?" Reina looked at the other girls. "We'll leave it to your judgment." "Splendid!" Gertrude effused and then regarded each girl's overall build and height. "I have a few ideas. I love when my customers give me creative freedom! I'm going to need to take some measurements. Who'd like to go first?" "I will." Azalea landed on a nearby table and assumed a T-pose, standing straight with her arms held out parallel to the table surface. "My name's Azalea, by the way." "And you certainly remind me of one!" Azalea fluttered her wings happily. "Just let me get something to jot some notes down." As the seasoned arachne turned around, Azalea's eyes were drawn to the darkened entrance to her silk hole at the back end of her abdomen. She wondered what it'd feel like to stick her arm inside. Shaking her head at the impolite thought, she jumped as a thread of silk shot out, clinging to the table edge beside her. With paper and chalk in hand, Gertrude snipped the thread and started sectioning off lengths with black marks. "Are you ok, dear? You look a bit red." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I was just startled." "Good heavens, that was a bit improper of me, waving my bottom in front of your face like that. Technically, I'm supposed to get consent before I do that since some people get hot and bothered seeing me do that. Though I find it rather odd since my unmentionables are actually under my thorax. My memory isn't what it used to be." "We had to sign something like that at the last shop we visited," acknowledged Azalea. "If I sign it, can I see you do it again?" "I don't see why not." "Azalea, isn't that a little rude?" "It's alright, Reina, dear. I'm more than happy to indulge a healthy curiosity" She handed the girls a list of past signees. Upon receiving and nodding approvingly at their signatures, she turned around and reintroduced her abdomen. "All arachne produce silk, but not all use it because they either don't need to, due to their fast running speed or jumping prowess, or only use it sometimes. Take a look." She back up to the table. Azalea helped spread the opening as Gertrude relaxed her hole's entrance and peered inside. Seven little spinnerets were nestled in the shallow, moist cavity. "Arachne silk is a versatile substance; very strong yet light. We produce seven different types of silk: one for raising our young in, a thick one for web scaffolding, a sticky one for making the core part of a web, a strong and non-sticky one we can use like a rope, an intricate one for connecting threads to other threads, and one for creating little sticky droplets we can place along specific parts of a thread." "What's the last one for?" Azalea queried. "For wrapping up things, but male arachne have an alternative use. They don't have that organ humans use for mating, so they use it to hold their seed when they wish to mate." "Was your husband human?" "Yes. He was the most charming and sweetest man I've ever met. He didn't properly know how arachne conducted courtship, but he heard a rumor that male arachne give gifts of their seed to females. So he went out of his way to ask a male arachne for their special webbings just so he could deposit his seed into it and use it to propose to me." She put a hand to her cheek. "He misunderstood the meaning, but I found the attempt very romantic." "What did you do with it?" "I ate it." "You; ate it?" "Normally, when a male gives us that kind of gift, the two are already mates. It just means they want offspring, but I'm infertile, so I ate it. It's not uncommon. Silk-making takes a lot out of an arachne body, so they often eat their silk to recycle it." "My husband may have gotten the particulars mixed up, but it turned me on so much! Before he realized what was happening, I dragged him back home and spun a little suspended-web bed since he was a fair bit smaller than me. I accepted his offer, if you know what I mean. Was my first time mating human style. I quite liked it; but here I am just talking about myself." She set about measuring Azalea with the marking thread. "Are you three from around here?" "Reina and I aren't, but Chitchat is. I'm from a little fairy village in the north-central region. Reina is from the northeast. We both met Life-mate and arrived in town just today to live here with him." "How lovely! Let me welcome you to Iceford. It's a bit noisy at times but a safe place to live. Always lively and innovative. Ok, Azalea, I'm going to need to measure your chest next." Azalea lifted the flaps covering her chest, proudly displaying her breasts. "Ah, to be young again! Such soft, clear skin. I was quite a looker when I was your age. All the young men used to compliment me when I wore lacy stockings or very short skirts that barely covered them." She stroked the glossy black exoskeleton of her thigh and pedipalp. "And for some odd reason, a few wanted me to tie them up and do lewd things to them." "Really?" "I didn't really understand it but always found it amusing." "I'm sad for you not being able to have children," lamented Azalea. "I appreciate your feelings, deary. I do have regrets, but I'm busy enough where I don't get lonely much, and I'm content dressing up all you youngins in pretty clothes." "Well, if I ever see you around town, I'll definitely come say hi!" "That's very sweet of you. So, you are all together with the same special someone?" "Just Azalea and I. We both met Herd-mate very close to each other, time-wise. Chitchat is acting as our city guide for the day." "Does little Chitchat have a special someone?" "Not in the way you're asking. She's; more like someone I take care of." "I bet she appreciates you a lot." "In her own unique way, yes." "Well, that should do it." Gertrude patted Azalea on the head. "Shall we measure lovely Reina next?" Upon hearing her name, Reina tensed up and looked away, Gertrude noticed her trepidation. "Azalea, why don't you take Chitchat into the front room, choose some colored palettes you like, then take her to freshen up in the bathroom upstairs while I measure Reina. There should be a large, hot kettle you can use to heat up the water." "Sure thing!" Reina was still unsure whether it was the sheer force of charisma or confusion, but seeing a ratgirl being dragged away by a fairy a fraction of her size was something she wasn't getting tired of seeing, and she smiled. "Now, my dear, I noticed you seemed a bit uncomfortable. It's alright. No need to feel shy around granny. These old eyes have seen it all." "I'm sorry, it's just, " she hesitantly started as she removed her coat to reveal her scars. Gertrude frowned. "Good heavens! Who would do such a thing to such a lovely young woman? Brutes, I'd wager. People who wouldn't know refinement and beauty if it clobbered them over the head. You don't have to tell me how you got these, but I just want you to know that it's here that beauty continues to mature and blossom," she declared while pointing to her heart. "Take it from me. The outside matters less and less as you get older." "Life-mate k, kissed them the first time he saw them." "Sounds like you found yourself a keeper with a good head on his shoulders." The old weaver stepped back and looked Reina up and down. "This old seamstress knows a few tricks, so let's see if we can't turn your blemishes into something beautiful. My old grandweaver had a strong belief that even the messiest and most lopsided webs could be made beautiful with creativity." "There's really no need for you to go out of your way. I keep them covered well enough." Gertrude stood up straight. "As the foremost seamstress in the city, I'll tell you now! Us craftsmen don't apply our trade just to subsist on. We take pride in making new and more creative facets of beauty when applying our craft. I take great delight in tackling this challenge, so there is no reason we can't boost your self-image a little as well." She smiled warmly. "Now, please raise your arms." A sudden squeal, followed by giggling and a sudden splash, erupted from upstairs. "Sounds like those two are getting along well," Gertrude laughed. Reina sighed. "I'm sorry for all the mess Azalea is probably making." "It's perfectly alright. You youngsters' youthful energy is a delight to these old ears." She wrapped the measuring tape around Reina's chest. "Such lovely breasts. I'll have to make something special for them. While I can't make many large pieces, my specialty is making lacy lingerie from my silk. I'm sure you probably couldn't guess that." "May I make a small request?" asked Reina. "Of course!" "I'm going to be lactating soon, " "Oh, you're expecting?" "No, no, Azalea put the lactation crest on us so we could help Herd-mate with expenses. Could you make it so, " "So It's easy to gain access to suckle from?" Reina blushed. "So they don't stain the clothes." "Sure thing." Reina had redonned her coat when Azalea and a much cleaner but worn-out-looking Chitchat returned wearing only a towel. Azalea struggled to stay airborne while carrying several examples of colors she wanted, and Chitchat brought the rest. "I decided I want some combination of these colors! I heard the word lingerie. What is that?" demanded Azalea in her typical high-energy style. She set the spools on the table. "It's an undergarment worn primarily by humans to increase their sex appeal." "But how do you see it if it's under your clothes?" "Some outfits give little peeks and glimpses of the lingerie. Think of it as clothing that titillates or accentuates what's underneath. Oh, I can't wait to show you what I'm envisioning!" she bubbled. "But first, now that Chitchat looks freshened up, I'll take her measurements." Chitchat removed the towel, still not believing she was exposing herself twice in one day. Gertrude worked her way around, appraising Chitchat's petite form. "Such slender legs and arms you have, and these tiny hands we certainly must make some mittens for." Gertrude turned Chitchat around. "Your tail is so expressive. Please bend over a little." Chitchat did as she was asked. "Oh, this is a pretty little accessory!" Gertrude commented. "Yes, we just got them from Eitri's shop. Friendship assplugs! We all got one!" Azalea exclaimed. She turned around and bent over. Peering back between her legs, she pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Such a sunny color, isn't it?" Gertrude laughed. "Young people have such imaginative ways to express themselves these days." Finished with her measuring, she compiled all her notes and furiously drew up plans for the girls' outfits. Once the plans were complete, she handed them to Reina for review. "I don't know if we can afford all this, Azalea. Herd-mate was rather adamant about not wanting to spend the client's money." Gertrude reached for an abacus and did some calculations. "Taking into account the type of material and estimated amount as well as the number of outfits, we can apply the new customer discount, the cute discount, and the creative-freedom discount." She winked, rewrote a bill of sale, and handed it to Reina. "This should be the final price." Reina looked chagrined but grateful. "Thank you." "Then I'll get to work right away! I should be able to finish your coats before you leave, and I'll have someone deliver your formal attire by tonight." ---- It was late afternoon when the girls met up with Devin, each sporting their new winter coat. They wore matching wool-dyed, bluish-gray cloaks with large wooden buttons and a bunny-fur-lined hood embroidered with images that reminded one of winter. Reina's was different only in its length, extending all the way down her back and over her tail. "Life-mate! I missed you!" Azalea beelined into Devin's chest, giving him a big hug. "It's only been a few hours, but I missed you two as well. How'd it go?" "We had a very; full yet productive shopping trip," Reina replied. "We had so much fun, Life-mate! I can't wait to tell you all about it! How do we look?" Azalea did a little twirl. Devin nodded approvingly. "Adorable as always!" Azalea squealed in delight. "And Reina, equally as majestic. Though I doubt the cold bothered you much." "No, it doesn't, but I'm glad you like it. I can't wait to show you our new dresses tonight and; what's under them," she expressed with a slight blush. He kissed her. "I'll look forward to it." He turned his attention to Chitchat. She stood there awkwardly in her new coat. "I see you all got matching ones." "Y; yes, though I tried to tell them I didn't need one. Reina mentioned something about not spending a lot." "Sometimes it can't be helped. How does it feel?" Devin checked. "It is quite warm," she mumbled. "What's this, what's that!?!" cried an excited Azalea buzzing around the packages in Devin's arms. Reina's stomach growled. "Let's eat somewhere, and then I'll show you," he laughed, trying to dodge her closer inspection. Reina looked to Chitchat for suggestions. "Where should we eat?" "I know!" enthused Azlea, waving her hand. "I saw it before we went to the toy store." "Toy store?" asked Devin. "We'll tell AND show you after we eat,." shouted an impatient Azalea, already several paces away. Devin wondered what she meant as he followed the girls back to the corner with the fenced-off street, causing Devin to pause. Raising his eyebrow at Reina, he challenged, "You went down this street?" Reina pointed at Azalea. "Of course she did. That explains the toy store." "I didn't let her buy anything, Herd-mate," she affirmed. "I wouldn't have minded even if she did, but thank you for looking out for my coin purse, Reina." Chitchat lagged behind, trying to make sense of her feelings. She had set her mind on doing what she had to do to survive. It wouldn't be her first time swindling someone, but it was exceedingly rare for someone to be kind to her, much less give her things this nice or brand new. These chumps were too generous for their own good, and it was causing pesky feelings to arise, making her resolve falter. She pushed the feelings aside and quickened her pace when she saw they were getting too far ahead. "Found it!" Azalea shouted, nearly a block ahead. She pointed to the store-length sign above the window. "Bear Buns Bakery," Devin read aloud. Azalea peered in the storefront window. "I'm loving this street more and more!" she moaned and drooled, face plastered to the window. "They know how to set up an eye-catching display!" "The baker of such; risque confections such as these could almost have drawn inspiration from your special art collection," observed Reina. Arrayed behind the front window, on a slightly tilted display table, were cookies artfully shaped in a multitude of human and demi-human genitalia, surrounded by gingerbread men and women in adorable acts of love-making. Along the periphery were an assortment of similarly-themed pies and cakes with fruits, nuts, and glazes strategically placed to enhance the bawdy display. Azalea smiled smugly. "You're right! Great minds must think alike." This is your opportunity Chitchat! She thought to herself. Now, while their backs are turned! The bag of money hung from Reina's side. With them all huddled around the display, deft fingers and speedy legs would make for a successful grab-and-run before they even knew what had happened. However, for some reason, a tiny piece of her made her hesitate, and she derided herself over her weakness. The fleeting moment was lost. A bare bear ass smooshed against the glass door, causing a bell to ring as it pushed open. A tall woman with a physique that was undecidedly either muscular or plump backed out onto the street. Round, brown ears topped her head, sticking out from under a baker's hat. She was naked, aside from a light yellow apron with a bee pin in one corner covering her human parts. Thick fur covered the rest. She held a wooden folding sign in her fearsomely long-clawed hands. "Oh, hello there!" greeted the smiling portly grizzly woman. "Welcome to Bear Buns!" Everyone looked at her naked, stubby-tailed ass. "Just perusing, or can I entice you with supper tonight?" "We were deciding that," coughed Devin. "If it helps in your decision-making, pastries and baked goods are what we are mostly known for, but we also offer a more dinner-type fare." Devin looked at the girls. He was met with two nods and a grumbling stomach. "I suppose we will." "Wonderful! You may call me Sanna, or Momma Sanna, or Momma Bear -- whichever you like!" The merry woman opened the door and let them in. The interior matched her apron. It was bright and warm, and the ceiling was painted a gentle sky blue. The walls were a mural of flowery fields with scantily-clad bee girls engaged in playfully suggestive acts with aluranes, dryads, and several other plant demi-humans. Potted sunflowers dotted the room to add their cheery faces to the ambiance. "We mostly serve takeout, but we do have a few places for sit-down dining. Please feel free to sit anywhere. I'll go bring you some fresh milk," Sanna said, disappearing into the kitchen. There weren't many options for seating, about five tables in all. Still, they were designed to accommodate the wide assortment of body types found in the city. They chose a table in the corner, near a window, with a prominent flat-padded bench in a corner that allowed Reina to lie down next to the table. Devin sat next to Chitchat on the opposite side, and Azalea perched herself on the table nearest the window. The grizzly woman returned and placed several glasses on the table. "A little something to warm you up from the chill outside." "Hallie, how long are you gonna hide back there?" she shouted behind her. A bunny girl hopped out. Her lower half was covered in soft chestnut brown fur. Her human upper half was covered with an apron identical to Sanna's. One of her long ears stood tall and erect while the other hung loosely. As she rounded the front counter, it smacked her in the face, causing her to trip over her feet and fall face-first in front of everyone. "And here is my mascot and cute ditzy assistant, Hallie. When she's done flashing her dainty bits at ya, she'll be taking your order." The head-under-heels bunny girl took a suspicious amount of time to collect herself, giving ample time to appreciate her poofy tail and prim pink vulva. She jumped up and rubbed her sore button nose. "I'm so sorry! I'm a little clumsy at times. As you heard, my name is Hallie. It's nice to milk you! I mean, it's nice to milk me; You; it's nice to meet you! I'll be taking your orders today!" she stuttered. For some reason, Devin noticed two small wet spots at the top of her apron. He looked at the milk he was holding, then saw her looking intently at him, he guessed maybe waiting for his opinion. He took a sip. "Is this your milk!" queried Devin. With a hint of shyness, she returned, "Yes, it is! Ho; how is it?" "It's delicious. Refreshing with a hint of sweetness." She relaxed. "I'm glad. Normally, momma provides it, but since I'm her brand new hire, it frees her's up to use in baking." "Can I have some more?" inquired Azalea after downing the rest of hers. "Um, I might have a little more left. I only just recently received my milkmaid license, so I don't produce very much yet. I can make just enough for about four glasses." Azalea held out her glass. "Oh, so are we! I mean, we will be lactating soon, too!" Azalea rubbed her lower belly. "I gave Reina and I the lactation crest, but Life-mate needs to hurry up so he can help me fuel Reina's." "I'm making progress. In the meantime, we still have to get your citizen IDs and guild cards before we get your licenses. Maybe, if we have time after we eat, we can get the ball rolling," added Devin. "Ok, but I'm waiting to activate mine since I want to experience it together with Reina." "How delightful," said Sanna returning with menus and passing them around. "Hallie doesn't have any affinity, so we had to induce her the normal way. She was so eager, she massaged her boobs every day till the first drops started to appear." "Saaaaanaaa, don't tell them that! It's embarrassing!" the bunny girl cried. Sanna laughed. "You lucky folk are the first customers to try her milk, so enjoy." Sanna returned to the kitchen, leaving Hallie to her job. Hallie pulled her apron to the side and took Azalea's glass. Lightly milking her breast downward, she squeezed the soft, pink nipples, sending spurts of milk into the empty container. After milking both breasts, she handed a three-fourths full glass back. "I'm sorry. That's all I have left." "No, no! Thank you for letting me enjoy it." Azalea's wings fluttered happily as she drank. Hallie recovered her breasts and played with her hair nervously. "So c; can I get you to eat me? I mean, what can I get you to eat?" Devin hid his smile behind the menu. "What sounds good to you, girls?" Reina ran her finger down the page. "Soup or stew might be nice since it's cold. I'll probably go with this garden vegetable stew with sourdough bread." "Agreed. This summer squash soup with rye bread sounds appetizing to me," mused Devin. "I like sweet things, so maybe I'll try this sweet potato soup," Azalea added, setting the menu down. Chitchat perused the listed dishes. "I've never had food this fancy before." "Might I recommend the melted satyress cheese sandwich and potato leek soup?" Hallie suggested. "Alright! I'll try that, I guess." The bunny waitress took the menus and left to fulfill their orders. Chitchat remained mostly silent, only half-listening to the other three chatter away about their day. She brooded more on why she was not herself today. Stupid rat! You missed a prime opportunity earlier. You just had to let these people and their stupid kindness make you feel guilty, As she took a sip of Hallie's milk, she admitted that if she had done what she had planned, she wouldn't have been able to experience the amazing food she could smell from the kitchen. The smell intensified as Hallie returned with their orders. She placed the bowls in front of their respective hungry customers, bowed, and returned to the kitchen. Chitchat picked up her spoon and took a bite. The fare, albeit simple to her, was some of the best she'd ever had. She felt her chest tighten with emotion. Reina looked at her fairy friend. "Looks like you got a complimentary side salad, Azalea. If it's too much, eat what you can, and I'll finish the rest." "I should be able to finish it, but I'm not happy about it. Mom used to always get on me about eating vegetables and table manners: 'Azalea make sure you eat everything on your plate; stop letting your wings droop; don't slouch; stop masturbating at the table." "At least now you have another reason to eat your vegetables! You want to have a healthy body to produce as much milk of the highest quality as you can." "I know, I know, but they are so bitter." "Looks like they also added some pine nuts as well," Reina attempted to soothe. "Not the kind I like. Life-mate has the only kind of nut I really like." She turned up her nose while taking a bite. "But Herd-mate's tastes bitter too. What's the difference?" "Completely different!" she asserted. "This is plenty bitter. His is warm and creamy and makes me feel all warm and tingly between my legs." "Well, maybe this will distract you a bit from the taste." Devin laid out the things he had bought from Antoris on the table. Azalea jumped up. "Present time!" He unwrapped the cloth containing the remade jewelry box and pushed it toward her. "I had this made for you so you can hang your clothes, store your drawings, and whatever else you want." "Thank you, Life-mate! I love it, and I love you!" She flew up and kissed him all over his face. "But that's not all! There's another surprise inside." Azalea grabbed the honey-colored box and shook it gently. She heard not one but several things rattling. Upon opening the twin doors, the sweet scent of fresh-cut cedar hit her. She looked up at Devin excitedly, seemingly at a loss for words, and back inside the box. "Well, don't leave us in suspense, Azalea! What's inside?" laughed Reina. Azalea pulled out many phallic-shaped dildos, from small fairy size up to Devin's size. "I think these will help stretch you out over time," Devin concluded. "I can't wait to try them! But I suppose I'll have to wait till after we go out tonight! Thank you again, Life-mate. Your little soon-to-be-cock-sleeve couldn't be happier!" "You're welcome, but make sure you do it slowly. Remember how painful it was the first time we tried." "I will." Turning his attention to Reina, Devin confessed, " I'm sorry, but your gift will take a bit more time. It's going to be part of the wagon, and he didn't have enough material. Also, it was quite big and would have been awkward to carry around." "It's alright, Herd-mate. I will look forward to it with growing anticipation." "And lastly, Chitchat, I had a little something made for you. Consider it a small bonus for taking care of my girls, especially the handful one." "Hey, I resemble that remark!" Azalea quipped. Chitchat looked hard at the cloth-covered object. She put her spoon down and unwrapped a wooden dagger sheath, intricately wrought with engravings of a line of dancing rats. "T; thank you," she said, barely above a whisper. Sanna and Hallie returned. "Each of your dishes comes with a dessert." They passed four plates out. In front of Azalea, she placed an impressively elaborate, womb-shaped gingerbread structure filled with a white pudding. Reina was given a plate of four different cookies, each shaped like a different demi-human penis', topped with cream. Devin received a small tart layered with peach slices, shaped like a human cunt, topped with a cherry and fresh cream at the bottom. Lastly, Sanna smiled as she placed two round, jiggly puddings with a cherry placed in the middle in front of Chitchat. The ratgirl took a bite. As the mellow, sweet, fruity flavor spread over her taste buds, a lump formed in her throat. She looked down at the dagger case again, then at her new coat, and finally at the trio animatedly voicing their positive opinions to Sanna. "Chitchat? What's wrong?" Azalea asked, suddenly concerned. "What?" "You're crying." She put a hand to her wet cheek. "I, " She wiped the tears away. "I just, " The more she tried to dry her eyes, though, the more the tears fell. "I'm sorry!" she suddenly blurted out and broke down crying. Azalea zipped over and tried to give her a consoling hug. "Sorry for what?" "For deceiving you!" Everyone looked at her, startled and puzzled. "I'm not really a guide. I'm a thief and pickpocket. I only took this guide job because I thought I could get paid on top of stealing that bag of money you were carrying with you." She paused and bawled. "But; but you were so nice to me. You didn't look down on me like dirty street vermin, and then you started giving me presents and calling me a friend and; and; I'm sorry!" She put her face in her hands, weeping. Everyone looked uncertain about what to do with this revelation. Everyone except Sanna. She stood up to her full height, grabbed the little ratgirl right out of her seat, along with Azalea, and embraced her in a full bear hug. Azalea continued to rub and pat Chitchat's head. "You didn't in the end, and no one got hurt. I still consider you my new friend!" Chitchat sniffled, calming down a little. "You're too trusting." "Maybe so, but I'd rather be wrong in the attempt than not be trusting." "I've raised two girls who got into all sorts of mischief and trouble. While there may have been consequences, I don't believe it's ever too late to change for the better," added Sanna. "Yes, yes! You can start over as the adorable girl who went along with all my selfish requests today!" Sanna put down the puffy-eyed ratgirl. Hallie lent the edge of her apron to dry her tears. "Today was kinda fun," she sniffled. "But I'm still not so sure about the friendship plugs." Several eyebrows raised while Azalea laughed. Devin eyed the girl. "I am glad to see my instincts are still sharp since I thought something was off about you." At that, Chitchat hung her head. "But coming clean about your intentions makes me want to give you a second chance." Devin handed her the other half of the guiding payment and placed the knife sheath in her hands to reaffirm his words, "So you don't cut a hole in your new clothes." She gave a little smile and looked toward Reina. "Well, you haven't done me any harm, and I feel no ill will. I thank you for your guidance during our shopping today." "Um, I should probably tell you something else. My real name is Suvi." Azalea crawled between her ears and hung down over her face. "Chitchat was cute, but Suvi fits you more!" She glanced to Devin. "I still feel bad for Suvi's situation. Can we raise her standard of living somehow?" "Maybe this Whitegold place is needing another employee?" "Whitegold, eh? I'm quite sure she'll be able to find a job there," stated Sanna. Suvi put her knife in the sheath and pocketed her payment. "How can you be sure?" "I know the owner, and should it not work out for some reason or another, you would be most welcome to help Hallie prep my kitchen in the morning. I don't know how many bowls of flour she's broken." "It was only five," demurred a fidgeting Hallie. "Five too many!" Sanna laughed. "I won't be able to provide a place to sleep, though, like Whitegold could." "What kind of place is this Whitegold." "It's a place that server food and drinks. The employees there are all girls and are well taken care of." "If I worked here, would I have to wear only an apron, too?" questioned Suvi. "Not if you don't want to, but before Hallie's ass-flashing loses its novelty, our customers might enjoy seeing a new one. But I would encourage you to try Whitegold first. I think you'll enjoy the perks there more." Once everyone had finished eating, they all thanked Sanna and Hallie and filed out. Sanna called out a "see you again!" from the door. Just a block from the bakery, Devin suggested, "I think we have enough time to stop by the admin office and get you girls your guild cards." "You said it'd be as pretty as yours, right?" asked Azalea. "Yes. They are costly but worth it in the long run." "Let's do it!" With Devin leading the way this time, they walked briskly toward the middle of the city. Abruptly, he slowed and asked: "So what was that about friendship plugs?" "Oh, that! Well, now would be a great time to show you. Let's go over there." Azalea led them down an empty side alley. "I suppose I have to show mine as well." "Pleeease, Suvi!" Azalea begged. "Fine," she sighed, turning around. Reina and Azalea followed suit. She pointed at Devin with her tail and shared, "Consider this a thank you for forgiving me." Azalea called out. "Ready? One, two, three!" All three girls pulled their coats up over their asses. Suvi pushed her belts aside while Azalea spread her cheeks wide. Devin looked at the three citrine-gemmed plugged holes. "You three got matching sex toys?" "Not just matching, they are a physical manifestation of our friendship!" Azalea chirped. "An odd way to express it, but ok." "She's way too proud of them!" complained Suvi. "Can I stop now?" "Not yet! There is a special feature Eitri told me about." "Special?" Suvi hesitated. "Feature?" swallowed Reina. "Yep!" Azalea touched a finger to the gem in her own till she felt a click. She did the same to Suvi's and Reina's and then placed both hands on their hips. Both girls jumped as the plugs buzzed to life. Suvi tensed. "What is this feature!?!" "Eitri said when you turn it on, as long as you stay within physical contact, it vibrates! Two or more friends could all hold hands, mutually basking in the emotional and physical manifestation of their friendship. Doesn't it feel amazing!" "It's surprisingly strong," noted Reina. "Too strong!" squeaked Suvi. "I wonder if I touch you in different places if it changes the intensity?" Azalea traced her fingers down Suvi's ass and circled around until she touched her plug directly. Suvi's legs buckled. "I'm not sure I'm ready to start out with this level of friendship!" Azalea took her hand away. Suvi was red-faced and breathing heavily. "Thanks to you, I'm all horny and wet now." "I'm an expert at fixing that. May I help you cum?" Suvi regarded Reina and Devin. "I'm not sure I can with an audience, but you've already seen every part of me, so I guess I'll try." "I'll help make it a bit more discreet." Reina relocated so she faced the street and blocked the view from there. "Ready, my cute little rat?" Suvi, still squatting, spread her knees. Azalea re-positioned herself behind, admiring her swollen, red cunt. Azalea placed her tiny hands on the slick folds. Immediately, the vibrations returned. They were still focused around her anus, but with Azalea's ministrations, pleasure was steadily building throughout her body. "Azalea, don't get your new clothes wet," Devin warned. "Oh yes, I forgot. You're not a squirter, are you, Suvi?" Her eyelids fluttered open, and she began panting. "A what?" "Do you squirt when you cum?" "No, but this is more intense than anything I've ever felt!" "Well, just in case, I'll stand beside you." She moved to the side of Suvi's bottom. She rolled up her sleeve and busily started working her hand into the entrance of Suvi's vagina. From that angle, she could still push her small arm up into the tight, velvety insides. With her free hand, she pushed and prodded Suvi's plug, slightly changing its angle and depth. "I; I'm close," Suvi moaned. "I can see that. Let me hear your cute cries!" Suvi felt herself peak. Her body contracted as the first dry orgasm washed over her, but the second had loosened her bladder. During the third wave, she squirted a little. The post-orgasmic relaxation left her forgetful of her surroundings, trembling, and unable to control herself. She fell back against Devin's leg and emptied the rest of her bladder as Azalea backed away, licking the juices off her hand. As Suvi came back to her senses, she saw Azalea nodding her approval. Devin handed her a handkerchief, and she suddenly became self-conscious, quickly wiping herself dry and hesitantly handing it back. She re-dressed in silence. "Post-lunch orgasms are the best!" Azalea stated. "Did you have one?" asked Reina. "No, I wanted to make sure Suvi got the best one she ever had." "It was certainly that," the ratgirl acknowledged. "I can do it to you again whenever you want." "One, I think, is more than enough." With Azalea and Reina continuing to enjoy their new toy, Suvi made an effort to ensure she didn't accidentally bump into the large Whitehorn. Once the ladies were sated, they cleaned up, redressed, and continued on their journey with Devin in the lead. Upon reaching the center of town, they crossed an expansive arched bridge to the central council building. "Never been here before," Suvi confessed, looking up at the high-vaulted ceiling inside the reception room. After waiting in line, they approached the receptionist, to who they explained their purpose. She brought the appropriate forms and explained, "This one's your citizen ID. It's mainly to let the bureaucracy know that you are a family." Azalea whispered in Devin's ear on her way to an open spot on the counter. He answered for them all to hear, "If you two girls could fill out these Guild entry forms, I'll help fill out Suvi's." "Which is this?" Azalea held up the paper and squinted. "Is this my Guild entry? Why do I need it again?" "Well, you technically don't, but if you are going to work in any official capacity, it gives you some weight behind you as a potential employee. You also get discounts and perks depending on what rank you're in. Sapphire: 5% discount; Emerald: 10%; Amethyst: 15%; Ruby: 20%; and Diamond: 25%. Amethyst and up gives you access to certain guild functions, parties, festival events, etc., to network and make connections. Since you girls are new, you'll start in Sapphire." "Good enough for me." After she finished filling out all the blanks and signing her name, she handed it to the receptionist. With all the paperwork filled out, the secretary looked it over approvingly. "Everything looks in order. Since your ID and guild cards are two sides of the same badge, it'll take time to craft them, and they should be ready in a few days, but here is a rough idea what it'll entail." With that, she showed them sample cards she had prepared. Reina D. Ebonplume Weight: 500 Lbs | Height: 8.5 Feet Birth date: Autumn 34, 3608 Year of the Dryad Citizen of Iceford Merchant Guild Member Sapphire Rank Milkmaid ---------------------- Azalea Ebonplume Weight: 150g | Height: 7 Inches Birth date: Spring 15, 3605 Citizen of Iceford Merchant Guild Member Sapphire Rank Milkmaid ---------------------- Suvi Norvetica Weight: 70 Ibs | Height: 4' 7" Birth date: Summer 2, 3596 Year of the Dryad Citizen of Iceford ------- The sun was setting when they returned to Jeni's. At some point before they returned home, someone had left the girls' new clothes with her. They found the little owl abuzz in her typically mechanical way, examining the girls' new clothes and catching snippets of their adventures throughout the day. She was a little shy of Suvi at first, but her charisma soon disarmed any hesitancy the little owl felt. "Young patron and friends, are you leaving this one again tonight?" "Yes. We have a business meeting to go to." Her wings drooped. Azalea, striking upon an idea. "Life-mate, can Jeni go with us?" "I don't see why not." Jeni perked up. "I do not know what purpose my presence would be, seeing as I know nothing about economics. Wouldn't my presence be a hindrance?" "The girls also have no reason to go, but it's a chance to get out of your workshop and spend time with everyone." "This one did not go clothing shopping with the others." "Do you have any formal clothes?" Jeni thought for a moment. "My graduation robes from the academy." "That should be fine. Perfect, and since Life-mate already gave us our presents, it's time for us to show him his!" All four disappeared into the back room to get changed, leaving Devin alone. "Guess I should get changed, too." He found an empty corner and dug out his outfit reserved for guild functions with the more well-to-do business owners. A high-collared lace vest, a long sash tied around his waist, and pants tucked into high boots completed the ensemble. As he changed, he played back the events of the day, occasionally hearing a giggle and the murmur of chatter from the adjacent room. The girls' door opened just as he finished buckling a cape over his left shoulder. Azalea came in first, pretending not to notice him. Her hair was unbraided and done up in a bun, held together by a butterfly hairpin. She fluttered around, exaggerating the flow of her one-piece, white and violet kirtle. She acted surprised to see him, coyly coming close, then she crossed her arms, exemplifying the upside-down 'A' cutout showing a generous amount of under-cleavage. While it covered more of her body than her flower dress, it was opaque enough to see an undergown. The undergown was embroidered with crocus, snowdrops, leucojum, and other winter flowers tactically placed to hide the parts of her normally kept private while, at the same time, drawing the eye to those tantalizingly censored parts. "Here we are -- your two presents, Life-mate!" Reina entered right behind. Her demure movements were further dignified by her gown of arachne satin dyed midnight blue and interspersed with snowflakes matching the silver filigree on her horns. A lacy choker set with a sapphire-encrusted brooch of a snow-covered mountain peak, an heirloom of the matriarchs of her family, was clasped about her neck. Devin's eyes wandered down over Reina's womanly figure. A black bodice laced with ribbon hugged her torso, making her already large breasts spill over slightly. She strode to the middle of the room, making the glossy material ripple and giving the illusion of falling snow. With long white gloves, she played with the end of her hair which was done up in a braided ponytail and draped over her shoulder. Whoever the seamstress had been, Devin approved of their taste. Reina's lips curled slightly upon seeing Devin's engrossed assessment of her. Azalea landed on her composed friend's antlers and whispered into her ear. "Must we ruin the moment?" "You mean enhance! Ready, Reina? Aaaaand, go!" Both girls attempted a seductive pose. Devin tried to stifle his laughter but failed. "See? I told you Herd-mate would find this silly." "But it was fun." "Silly or not, you both are lovely, and I love you very much." He pulled them both into an embrace and kissed each of them. "I wanted Suvi to do it with us, Life-mate, but I couldn't persuade her." Suvi poked her head out the door. "I have to draw the line somewhere." "Come on out and show everyone," Azalea summoned. Stepping out from behind the door, she raised her arms and looked over the simple red wool tunic with soft leather-laced jerkin. It was decorous, so it maintained her tomboyish appearance. "It's quite easy to move in it." She tightened the belt around her waist and adjusted her twin tails. "I guess that leaves one more," Devin noted. "This one is still uncertain if this is appropriate attire for an outing," she complained, but Jeni drew everyone's attention as she entered the room last. She was, in every sense, dressed as an academic. A flat-topped scholar's hat set low over her head with a feathered quill sticking out from the top. An open-front, hoodless cowl, held together with two gold chains, laid on top of a heavy, pine green, sleeveless robe. Four polished, inkwell-shaped brass buttons decked the robe which hung to her ankles. She flapped her wings experimentally. Devin reached for her hat. "If you leave this, I think it'll be fine." "Jeni is so smart looking!" praised Azalea. "I'm so glad you're coming with us!" "We were supposed to wait for someone to escort us, yes?" reminded Reina. Devin smoothed down Jeni's feathers. "Around eight, if I recall." As if on cue, they heard a knock at the door. Devin rose and opened it. In the lantern glow of the front porch stood a slim-tailed weasel woman. She wore masculine, form-fitting breeches and a ruffled white shirt. Looking over the merchant with beady black eyes, she bowed and introduced herself. "My name is Sable, Stewardess of Whitegold." She pulled out a monocle and looked them over. "Mr. Ebonplume and guests, I presume?" "Yes, that is us," he declared. "Very good. I am here to escort you to a meeting at our establishment tonight." Devin looked over his shoulder. "We are ready." Sable held open the door to a sleek, white and gold gilded, enclosed coach. Jeni and Suvi hopped in along with Azalea. Devin turned apologetically to Reina. "I'm sorry, Reina." "It's alright, Herd-made. I am not fond of enclosed spaces, and a brief walk will feel refreshing." Sable closed the door as soon as Devin stepped in and climbed into the driver's seat. With a flick of the reins, they set off into the night. To be continued in part 10, by Scholarly Mori for Literotica.

Autumn Carolynn recently had a goal to visit 30 countries within 30 years. Throughout her time traveling,  she kept an on-going journal of all her travels and when reaching  that goal, she created  a book called "Traveling in Wonder". It was launched in February 24th, 2024. She was a previously a flight attendant, travel agent, travel design manager, and is now a travel photographer within the twin cities in Minnesota. She sells her canvases, matted prints, calendars, greeting cards, and more at art festivals and fairs around the Midwest! Check her out here:https://autumncarolynn.com/https://www.instagram.com/autumncarolynnphotography/https://www.youtube.com/@autumncarolynnphotographyhttps://www.amazon.com/Traveling-Wonder-Travel-Photographers-Wanderlust/dp/B0CPGX7HQ7/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1704471723&sr=8-1https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/traveling-in-wonder-autumn-carolynn/1144406114;jsessionid=094C595F8D06389A86388A4B0AC358F0.prodny_store01-atgap11http://www.malcolmteasdale.com

Welcome to another enlightening episode of A DOPE Public Health Podcast! Join your host Demonte, as he sits down with the remarkable Shamika 'Essence' Miller, CEO of UnEarthed Botanicals. In this captivating conversation, delve into Miller's inspiring journey into the world of herbalism and holistic health. Discover why Miller believes that plants are our oldest ancestors and the profound wisdom they hold for our well-being. As the founder of Love What Grandma Said, she brings forth the invaluable teachings passed down through generations. Moreover, Miller's expertise extends beyond herbalism, as she serves as a holistic fertility and postpartum doula, along with being a naturopathic clinician. Prepare to be inspired as she shares insights on nurturing harmony between humanity and the healing powers of Mama Earth. Don't miss out on this empowering episode with the Stewardess of Mama Earth herself, Shamika 'Essence' Miller! Tune in now to enrich your understanding of holistic health and herbal wisdom.

Johannas Blick fällt auf ihre kleine Armbanduhr: Es ist 6 Uhr morgens. Draußen ist es noch dunkel. Durch das kleine Fenster versucht das Mädchen etwas zu erkennen. Aber sie sieht nur viele, viele blinkende Lichter. Die 5-Jährige lässt sich wieder in ihren Sitz zurückfallen. Johanna muss gähnen. Sie hat Mühe, die Augen offen zu halten. Gerade als ihr Kopf nach vorne sackt und sie kurz davor ist, einzuschlafen, weckt sie eine laute Durchsage: „Ready for Take Off“. Mit einem Piepen gehen die Lichter in der Kabine aus. Nur die Notbeleuchtung und einige Leselampen sind noch an. Die kleine Johanna sitzt in der ersten Sitzreihe einer Maschine der Lufthansa. Das Mädchen ist ganz allein! Niemand begleitet sie. Unsicher schaut Johanna zur Stewardess, die sich ihr gegenüber hinsetzt und anschnallt. Die Stewardess erwidert Johannas Blick und lächelt aufmunternd. „Ich habe Kekse für dich“, flüstert sie Johanna augenzwinkernd zu. „Wenn wir oben sind, bringe ich sie dir!“ Johanna lächelt. Dann blickt sie wieder aus dem Fenster. Die Maschine wird immer schneller und schneller, und hebt schließlich schwerfällig ab. Johanna merkt, dass ihr Tränen über die Wangen laufen. Sie ärgert sich. Denn sie wollte nicht weinen! Sie wollte ganz stark sein! Aber sie weiß, dass sie jetzt ihre Heimat verlässt - und all die Menschen, die sie liebt. Und zu denen sie gehört. Eine unbeschreibliche Sehnsucht erfasst Johanna. Johanna schwört sich, zurückzukommen! Zurückzukommen in dieses Land! Zurück zu den Menschen, die sie liebt! Das kleine Mädchen meint es ernst. Sehr ernst! Jeder soll es wissen. Deshalb beugt sie sich vor zur Stewardess und sagt leise: „Ich schwöre, dass ich zurückkomme. Und ich verspreche, dass ich sie alle wiederfinden werde!“ Was die kleine Johanna nicht ahnt: Zur gleichen Zeit, um 6 Uhr morgens, als die Maschine der Lufthansa gerade abhebt, steht etwa 100 km entfernt ein Mann in seiner Küche und trinkt in aller Ruhe einen Schluck Kaffee. Johanna und dieser Mann sind sich noch nie begegnet. Sie haben noch nie voneinander gehört. Sie haben nicht einmal die leiseste Ahnung, dass es den anderen gibt. Und dennoch verbindet Johanna etwas mit diesem Mann. Ein Geheimnis, von dem zu diesem Zeitpunkt noch niemand etwas weiß. Johanna strahlt, als die Stewardess ihr 3 Kekse zusteckt. Und der Mann aus der Küche steigt in sein Auto, um zur Arbeit zu fahren. Es ist der 28. November 1965, 6:15 Uhr. Und es ist der Beginn von Johannas Geschichte. Kontakt Info@SpurlosPodcast.de Instagram https://instagram.com/julia_leischik Redaktion Sylvia Lutz Susanne Sandyk Franziska Böhmer Ton Migo Fecke (Soundhouse) Eine Produktion der StellaLuisa GmbH In Zusammenarbeit mit Endemol Shine Germany und Rainer Laux Productions Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/spurlos_podcast

Jen is back for our supersized 40th episode, during which we talk about how flight attendants fought hard for equal rights in the airline industry, and how that fight continues…

This episode unveils an extraordinary tale of resilience, determination, and compassion. We are immensely proud to welcome back our special guest, Maria Conceicao, a former Emirates stewardess turned record-breaking athlete, who shares a narrative fueled by a mission to alleviate the plight of children in poverty. Uncover the profound impact of Maria's 10 Guinness World Records on helping countless children in poverty and inspiring others. Her journey, from conquering Everest to swimming the English Channel, epitomizes the strength of human perseverance, proving that one person can indeed change the world. Maria's story transcends mere record-breaking feats; it's a testament to channeling achievements into meaningful impact such as funding the education of hundreds of underprivileged children and transforming their lives. From overcoming challenges to celebrating triumphs, her journey will leave you inspired and in awe of the human spirit's resilience. For a potent dose of inspiration and a reminder of unwavering human resilience, this episode is a must-listen. Maria's narrative is a touching testament to the transformative power of perseverance and the enduring pursuit of dreams, even in the face of adversity. Don't miss this opportunity to gain insights into overcoming obstacles, fortifying mental strength, and embracing the unyielding pursuit of your aspirations. Tune in and let Maria's remarkable journey uplift and motivate you. Key Takeaways [00:02:31] Maria's athletic achievements.  [00:03:52] Maria's personal background and motivation. [00:08:14] Overcoming challenges to find success. [00:11:13] Learning to swim and overcoming setbacks. [00:14:42] The importance of perseverance. [00:15:28] Dedication to the children's education. [00:19:03] Philosophy on overcoming challenges. [00:22:03] How to support Maria's mission. [00:25:10] Maria's Approach to challenges and manifestation. [00:28:18] Maria's athletic training and mindset. [00:31:12] Guinness World Record journey. [00:36:18] Opportunities for the children and how to help. [00:38:07] Gratitude and overcoming obstacles. [00:42:31] Maria's experience as an Emirates stewardess. [00:44:05] Future Plans for helping single mothers. [00:51:15] Maintaining mental and emotional strength. [00:52:02] Community involvement in charity work. [00:53:18] Maria's commitment to the children's future. [00:54:17] Advice on pursuing your dreams. Memorable Quotes "More than seeing the poverty, all I could see was so much potential going down to waste. People, when they go to third world countries, they only see the poverty. But all I could see was so many kids with so much potential that would go to waste if no one did something to help them." – Maria Conceicao "What I learned with the English Channel is keep swimming. Even if you're going to the wrong direction, keep swimming because the tides, they will eventually change." – Maria Conceicao  "Dreams, they don't happen not because it's not possible. It's just because people, they give up too soon. And it will be a very tough journey. It will be incredibly hard. But remember, the harder it is, when things are really tough, that means you're going the right way." – Maria Conceicao Where to Find Our Guest Website: https://www.mariadaconceicao.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mariatrugrit/ To stay connected and to learn more about Vishen and Mindvalley, click on the links below:  Website: https://www.mindvalley.com/about YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/vishenlakhiani Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mindvalley/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vishen/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mindvalley Subscribe to 'Mindvalley Membership' to discover 65+ transformational Mindvalley programs – at a surprisingly low annual fee here

After a long day of sanding I decided to share one of my many stories of life as a stewardess when I was a yachtie. Follow along with me as I continue Rhiannon's refit on Instagram @thatboatbabe where I share paint jobs, varnish and life afloat as a female captain.

This week, DPM Lawrence Wong took to social media to dismiss rumours that the government is bringing back Circuit Breaker to curb rising COVID cases, as well as deepfakes of him promoting commercial products. What companies were using his image to promote their products?  Elsewhere, a video of an SIA stewardess spoon-feeding a 5-year-old boy on a long haul flight has sparked mixed reactions online. Where is the line between good service and entitlement?Find us here! YLB Subreddit YLB TikTok YLB IG YLB YouTube FolkloryIf you're looking for a meaningful gift, we'd love to help you create a personal podcast for a loved one. Get started at Folklory.com Lawrence Wong Dismisses Circuit Breaker Rumour DPM Lawrence Wong dismisses rumour that govt wants to bring back Circuit Breaker as 'falsehood' MOH | COVID-19 Statistics More hospitalisations as Singapore's Covid-19 cases hit record high for 2023 13 fake PAP MP Facebook profiles created in phishing bid Debate Rages Over SIA Stewardess Spoon-Feeding Boy Video of SIA stewardess spoon-feeding boy, 5, on flight sparks debate online Heartwarming or entitled? Video of SIA flight attendant spoon-feeding child sparks heated debate One Shiok Comment Comment by Apprehensive_Nail971 Comments on YouTube for Ep467 One Shiok Thing Cybertruck beats Porsche 911 while towing a 911 Jurassic Park: Survival | Announcement Trailer OD (Overdose) - Reveal Trailer (Hideo Kojima & Jordan Peele) | Game Awards 2023 Mics and Headphones from @shureChairs from @ergotunechairDesk from @castlerysgEdited and mixed by Tristen Yeak

On this episode, we chat with the author of "The Great Stewardess Rebellion,” Nell McShane Wulfhart! Her book is a captivating narrative set in the 1960s and 1970s. It chronicles the journey of stewardesses, who utilized the momentum of the feminist and labor movements to transform what was considered one of America's most sexist workplaces. The story focuses on their fight against discriminatory practices in the airline industry, such as age and marriage restrictions, and their struggle for respect and equality. This rebellion marked a significant step in the fight for women's rights. It reshaped the airline industry, turning a short-term job into a potential career and propelling a predominantly female union into a formidable force against discrimination and sexism. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/ooitstime/message

In Dallas today talking with the effervescent author Bev Cuevas about her book 'Behind Her Smile: The Adventures of a Tall Girl from WVA and Her Life as a Stewardess'. It's funny and entertaining; with over 35 years in the aviation industry, she gives a real look at what life was like during the glam days of the airline business - along with a special story about moments with Elvis. Grab a glass and join us!About the Spotlight Conversations podcast:Tune in as I invite friends inside my cozy linoleum free recording studio to talk about all things media - radio, television, music, film, voiceovers, audiobooks, authors - if they know media, we're talkin'! Unscripted and nearly always entertaining, each guest gets real about their careers in the entertainment biz; from where they started to how it's going. Join us in my swanky studio where drinks are always on ice; music + media are the conversation starters. New episodes every other Tuesday. Social media links, website and more hereFollow and subscribe to my podcast hereA very special thank you to friends who helped bring the Spotlight Conversations podcast together:Booth Announcer: Joe Szymanski ('Joe The Voice Guy')Theme Song Composer: Mark Sparrow, SongBird Studios

Timothy Atkinson joins us this week! This episode has more of a relaxed energy, I think. 0:00 Intro 5:37 What if your friend wants to HIJACK the Stewardess cart on a plane? 15:50 What if You Were an ANIMAL News anchor in the Forest? 25:16 What if there was a math test to see if you're a WITCH? #comedians #comedypodcast #hypothetical In this episode - Nick Hopping + Nathan Hopping + Timothy Atkinson

W odcinku rozmowa z Sylwią Gołdych, stewardessą z kilkunastoletnim stażem. Sylwia zaczęła pracę stewardessy w Anglii, dziś kontynuuje karierę w liniach lotniczych w Stanach Zjednoczonych.

Just before midnight on December 29, 1972, Eastern Air Lines Flight 401, traveling from New York to Miami, crashed into the Florida Everglades, killing nearly two thirds of the passengers on board. Crashing into the swamp softened the landing and likely saved dozens, but the remote location made rescue efforts complicated and required a cooperative effort between first responders and local civilians.The crash came at a difficult time for the airline industry, following closely on a number of several high-profile hijackings and examples of equipment malfunctions that negatively affected ticket sales. This only got worse when the investigation into Flight 401 was concluded and the cause of the crash was determined to be operator error when the flight crew became distracted and unaware that the autopilot had switched itself off.In the months and years that followed, several Eastern Air employees and survivors of Flight 401 began reporting sightings of the ghosts of crew members and passengers who died in the crash. Although Eastern Air went out of their way to deny any sightings, the stories spread and became a part of Florida folklore as the subject of books, television films, and even a public spectacle as part of Ed and Lorraine Warren's Occult Museum in Connecticut.Thank you to the glorious David White, of Bring Me the Axe podcast, for research assistance :)References:Aguila, Grethel. 2022. "'We're down.' Flight 401 crashed in Miami 50 years ago." Miami Herald, December 21: A3.Associated Press. 1980. "Eastern still fighting ghost." Honolulu Star-Bulletin, August 28: 52.Baxter, Mike. 1972. "Rescue armada mobilized within half hour." Miami Herald, December 31: 15.Fuller, John. 1976. The Ghost of Flight 401. New York, NY: Berkley Publishing Corporation.Jenkins, Greg. 2005. Florida's Ghostly Legends And Haunted Folklore: South And Central Florida (volume one). Sarasota, FL: Pineapple Press.Kay, Jennifer. 2007. "Everglades jet crash haunts hero." Rocky Mountain News, December 26.National Transportation Safety Board. 1973. Aircraft Accident Reports: Eastern Air Lines L-1011, N310EA. Aircraft accident report, Washington D.C.: National Transportation Safety Board.Orlando Evening Star. 1972. "Stewardess sings carols to survivors." Orlando Evening Star, December 30: 1.Star Services. 1972. "Many survive Everglades jet crash." Orlando Evening Star, December 30: 1.Times-News. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In this episode we are joined by Nell McShane Wulfhart, author of the book The Great Stewardess Rebellion: How Women Launched a Workplace Revolution at 30,000 Feet.Nell is a frequent contributor to the New York Times travel section and wrote the column “Carry On” from 2016 to 2019. She has written for Travel + Leisure, Bon Appétit, Condé Nast Traveler, The Wall Street Journal Magazine, and T Magazine. She is also the author of the Audible Original Off Menu.Her recent work, The Great Stewardess Rebellion: How Women Launched a Workplace Revolution at 30,000 Feet, is a book about how as travel in the jet age became more and more popular in the 1960s, women from across America applied for jobs as stewardesses.They were drawn to the promise of glamour, the chance to travel, and as an alternative to traditional occupations for women of this time period like homemaking, nursing, and teaching. But as the number of stewardesses grew, so did their suspicion that the job was not as picture-perfect as the ads would have them believe, including some of their supervisors spying on their personal lives (thankfully this was not the practice of Pan Am or TWA). These women had to adhere to strict weight limits at all times. If they gained a few extra pounds, they were suspended from work. For many airlines, stewardesses couldn't marry or have children or risk losing their employment. Requirements for hair styles and makeup had to be followed and was strictly enforced and girdles were mandatory at all times. It was also common for most domestic airlines that stewardesses had to resign by age 32.In the latter half of the 1960s, stewardesses began to push back against their employers creating an employment movement that changed the industry. Nell Mchane Wulfhart crafts a rousing narrative of female empowerment, the paradigm-shifting 1960s and 1970s, the labor movement, and the cadre of gutsy women who fought for their rights and won. Gloria Steinem said of Nell's book, “the true story of women who stood up to huge corporations and won, creating momentous change for all working women.”The Pan Am Museum's high school intern Michael Gentner assisted with this interview as guest co-host. --------------------Visit Us for more Pan Am History! Support the Podcast!Donate to the Museum!Visit The Hangar online store for Pan Am gear!Become a Member! Follow us on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter!--------------------A very special thanks to Mr. Adam Aron, Chairman and CEO of AMC and president of the Pan Am Historical Foundation and  Pan Am Brands for their continued and unwavering support! Support the show

Ally Case has an entrepreneurial spirit and wears two hats: a flight attendant and a business innovator. She details the incredible perks that come with her unique job, the daily challenges she faces balancing her entrepreneurial endeavors and the demands of the skies, all while expressing an unwavering love for the adventure and discovery that traveling offers. Sit tight and gain insights into a life where the boundless joy of exploration meets the disciplined reality of running a business, making for an inspiring and enlightening journey through the skies and the world of entrepreneurship.

Join hosts Carli and Sophia as they chat with special guest Julia D'Albert in this exciting episode of their travel podcast! Get ready to set sail as Julia spills the tea on her incredible experience working on luxurious yachts in the breathtaking Mediterranean. From glamorous destinations to thrilling adventures, she shares unforgettable stories that will ignite your wanderlust! And that's not all - Julia also spills exclusive details about her time on the hit TV show Below Deck Med! Don't miss out on this captivating conversation. Tune in now and let the travel dreams begin! ✈️

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In this Live Interview with Nell McShane Wulfhart, we discuss the hidden labor and humiliation of the Airline Industry's "Swingin' 60's" image and how the "pretty faces" behind the tawdry ads fought back.