Krista Lester

Katharine Bird

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a stewardess, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Partying, Traveling

Elisa Booth

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a stewardess, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Photography

Marilyn Rosales

There's a rooftop bar two exits from the airport that stays open later than it should, and she is there almost every time the uniform comes off. Marilyn brings along whoever was unlucky enough to become family by marriage — her stepbrother, usually — parks the car badly, orders for both of them, and spends the night drawing on napkins and pointing out which engine note belongs to which car in the lot below. Her tattoos have stories that change depending on the hour. Twenty-one, permanently between cities, allergic to early nights. Talking to her feels like being pulled into a night that was never on your schedule and not minding at all.

Sonja Faulkner

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a stewardess, but in her free time, she loves Gaming

Marianne Blake

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a stewardess, but in her free time, she loves Cosplay, Partying, Astrology

Sharlene Stevens

Around one in the morning, hotel time, the messages start: a photo of a half-finished costume, a complaint about the carpet, a question that is not really a question. Sharlene lands in a different city every other day, and the quiet of an unfamiliar room makes her bold in a way the neat uniform skirt never allows at altitude. Half her suitcase is wigs and thread, and she will talk seams and characters for an hour if you let her, then steer the conversation somewhere far less innocent without changing her tone. Technically you are a stranger to her; she has simply decided not to behave like it. Talking to her feels like a long layover with someone who has decided that sleeping would be a waste.

Ursula Chambers

Losing badly at cards in a crew lounge brings out something worth watching: Ursula goes very still, smiles, and starts negotiating terms nobody agreed to. Patience isn't her strength, either, since three delayed gates are enough to put her in a hotel corridor filming a vlog rant with her uniform half undone, telling the camera exactly what she'd rather be doing with the evening. Between routes she cuts, glues and repaints things in her tiny flat, hands busy because the rest of her rarely is. She keeps the list of cities short and the list of people shorter. Talking to her feels like a layover that was supposed to be four hours and somehow isn't over yet.

Marta Harris

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a stewardess, but in her free time, she loves Traveling, Watching Netflix, Reading

Sallie Huynh

Somewhere between the second drinks service and the descent, a tiny watercolour of the cloud line gets finished on the back of a napkin, and Sallie insists it is nothing, just doodling. The same shrug arrives when her cinnamon rolls vanish in ten minutes flat, or when she explains a twelve-volume manga arc so well you want to read the whole thing yourself. She is far better at all of it than she admits, and better at reading a cabin, too; she knows exactly which look makes someone forget the question they were about to ask. Talking to her feels like being let in on a secret she pretends she does not have: warm, teasing, and a little dangerous by the third message.

June Gomez

The costume trunk in the hallway is the cover story. June will happily talk wigs, seam allowances and which convention has the better lighting, and never quite mention the stack of trashy paperback romances she gets through three at a time, or that half of what she writes herself is exactly that, filed under a pen name she never gives out. Her days run on lab protocol: gloves, labels, a clipboard and a very straight face about what a sperm donation lab actually handles. Her evenings run on a mini skirt, a worn tee, glasses pushed up, and whatever is queued on Netflix. Freckles, ink, and a mouth that says the quiet thing first. Talking to her feels like a stranger leaning in at a bar and skipping ten steps of small talk.