Cabin Fever: The sizzling secrets of a Virgin air hostess… by Mandy Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

spotted the people I’d been longing to see all night: Mum and Dad, their two proud faces beaming back at me, Dad craning his head above an extraordinarily big-haired woman, Mum dabbing her eyes with a tissue. She was sitting between Dad and an extremely handsome young man I was sure I’d seen somewhere before.
Wow
, I thought,
he’s a bit of alright
. Then, at a second glance through the searing lights, I realised I did know him … it was Jonathan, my boyfriend.
    I nearly messed up my knee dip, finger click routine. Jonathan wasn’t supposed to be here – he’d told me he had “workcommitments”. I hadn’t seen him since I’d started my Ab Initio course. What a lovely surprise. He looked so gorgeous, like a model from a Gillette advert: clean-shaven, chiselled, fresh-out-of-the-shower and manly. He gave me a little wave and mouthed, “I love you” – at least I think that’s what he said. Then “Night Fever” slipped into “Ring My Bell”.
    How I made it through our finale of “Disco Inferno”, I’ll never know. Aside from trying to focus on counting, turning, clapping and shimmying – and remembering the new lyrics – my mind was also racing with saucy thoughts about Jonathan. Six weeks without sex. Six weeks and two days, to be accurate. Six weeks and two days of teasing phone calls. No wonder I felt so horny. “You won’t be able to walk once I’ve finished with you,” Jonathan had told me during our last conversation. “I’m gonna make up for lost time.”
Let’s hope he keeps that promise
, I thought, as I belted out “fly Virgin fly” for the final time.
    The music faded and the audience rose to its feet, cheering, clapping and whistling. On stage we linked hands and bowed, dipping our immaculately coiffed heads to the wild applause. It was one of the proudest moments of my life – I was brimming with emotion. Group 309 had gone down a storm; we’d pulled it off without any tiffs or traumas. It was teamwork at its best, and we celebrated our efforts with a big group hug. Even Sarah and Ruth embraced, their differences now a distant memory.
    The grand moment was upon us. We were about to receive our prized wings. But first it was time for a quick catch-up with our adoring audience.
    Mum hugged me so tight I could feel my ribs cracking. “Oh, Mandy. Mandy, Mandy, Mandy. I’m so proud of you, baby,” she choked, tears spilling from her velvety-brown eyes. “So, so proud. Ever so proud.” Mum released her grip, tilted her head to one sideand nudged Dad. “Look at our little girl, James. Hasn’t she done us proud?”
    Even with her tear-stained face Mum looked the epitome of elegance. She was in her late forties then, but could easily have passed for a woman in her mid thirties. Tall, slender and blessed with perfect bone structure and dazzling smile, she was by far the best looking mum in the room.
    “She’s been like this all night – cried through the whole performance,” said Dad, enveloping me in his arms and kissing my head. “You were electrifying out there, Mandy – a star in the making. You really are talented.”
    I laughed. “I don’t think I can afford to give up the day job just yet, Dad.”
    “I mean it, Mandy. I really think you could go a long way. I’ve always said it: our Mandy, she can sing.” He glanced at Mum for encouragement. “Haven’t I always said that, Sue: our Mandy can sing?”
    Mum nodded, the glossy brown curls piled high on her head bobbing rhythmically. “You have, James, you have – I don’t know where she gets it from.”
    “Any chance of a kiss?” piped up Jonathan, who’d been waiting patiently throughout my parents’ rave reviews.
    “Ah, come here you,” I said, throwing my arms around his neck and planting a gooey lipstick kiss on his cheek. “I thought you were working. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
    He grinned. “I swapped shifts. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. I wanted to surprise you.” Then he