by Ella Ford
Upon reaching the front doors, Jenny lined up alongside Paige and prepared herself, running through the mental checklist that SubAir Academy had drummed into her: willingness, sensuality, obedience. She repeated the mantra over and over in her head as they waited.
Her heart sank as she caught sight of the obnoxious accountant from the day before as he climbed up the stairs to the plane. He was sweating profusely and frantically mopping his brow with a folded handkerchief. He entered the plane and blinked, twitching his nose as though sampling the air. He looked the crew over, and clearly sensed their disappointment. “Oh, don’t worry. I shan't be flying with you today.” Jenny’s mood lightened. “I’ll be staying behind to finalise things here.” It was his turn to appear disappointed, clearly not relishing the idea of spending more time in the oppressive heat of St. Genevieve, “Instead, your passengers will be the Prime Minister of this God forsaken hell hole and his wife.”
Jenny blinked at this. Her passengers had included politicians before, certainly, but never an actual head of state. Her curiosity about this strange island intensified.
“You’re to fly them from here to Mr Chambers’ private strip near Chambers Manor. Mr Chambers has invited the Prime Minister to stay with him for a short while, while they discuss the details of a mutually beneficial offshoring project. Is that clear?”
The crew nodded in unison.
“It is of utmost importance that the Prime Minister and his wife be treated with the greatest care and attention. Mr Grayson himself will be paying close attention to this flight.” The accountant narrowed his eyes and stared at Captain Blake. “Do try not to fuck this one up, Captain,” he sneered, voice laced with contempt and sarcasm.
The Captain straightened his back, visibly annoyed, “No. Sir.”
Nodding, the balding man turned his attention to Jenny and Paige. “And you two. The Prime Minister is a chaste man, quite religious and proper. He is not like the usual boyband lotharios and billionaire philanderers that you throw yourselves at on normal flights,” his eyes crawled up and down their bodies, disapproval dripping from every word. “Best keep your services limited to just packets of peanuts and dry martinis eh? Good girls.”
“Yes, sir,” they both replied together.
“Good. Well, I shall take my leave. The PM and his wife are being driven over as we speak. Good day.” And with that, he was gone again, disappearing through the door and down the steps.
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Within minutes, a long black limo pulled up at the foot of the plane’s stairs. Jenny and Paige lined up inside the door to greet the VIPs they would be flying with today. Jenny fell behind Paige, respecting the authority of the more senior hostess and allowing her to welcome their passengers.
The limo driver walked around the passenger side and held the door open. Jenny peered out to catch a glimpse of the people within. A woman emerged first. She was tall and slender, her latino heritage giving her a coffee coloured skin and dark features. Her jet black hair was long and fell down her back in wavy tumbles. She wore a sleeveless floral print dress that reached to the ground and concealed her legs. It was bright and colourful, contrasting against her dusky skin and lying delicately on her full breasts.
She was followed by her husband, the Prime Minister. He too was tall and latino, a handsome, warm face beneath a full head of black hair. He seemed younger than Jenny was expecting, less than forty certainly. Older than his wife by quite a margin, but young for such a powerful man. He wore a light colored suit and white shirt, open at the collar with no tie. He appeared cool and unfazed by the oppressive humidity.
The driver tipped his cap at the couple, and the Prime Minister nodded curtly, dismissing the man. As the limo drove off, he placed a protective arm around his wife and ushered her up the steps to the plane. Paige and Jenny greeted them warmly, bending their knees to courtesy. The Prime Minister paid them little heed, but the wife offered her hand to them, eyeing the two attractive hostesses curiously. Her stare fell to their short skirts and long legs. Jenny felt oddly exposed before this stately beauty, her sensual outfit seeming suddenly inappropriate, designed as it was to flaunt and tantalise. She blushed slightly.
They disappeared inside, greeted the Captain and made their way to their seats. Jenny and Paige saw to it that they were comfortable before takeoff, preparing them a drink to settle them in. The Prime Minister asked for a sparkling water, insisting that it was too early for a real drink. His wife clearly disagreed and asked for a G&T, her mischievous smirk defying the withering gaze that her husband gave her.
As Jenny returned with their drinks, the Prime Minister asked her if she’d mind answering a personal question. Jenny smiled, and replied that she wouldn’t.
“Tell me,” he started, his accent rich and exotic, “is it true what I hear about your employer, SubAir? That ungodliness and debauchery are offered as a paid service?” His eyes flicked down her body, lingering on her tight skirt and stockinged legs. His disapproval was obvious, his contempt barely concealed.
Jenny thought it best not to attempt to deceive this powerful man, she feared his penetrating gaze would spot the lie before it left her mouth. “My colleagues and I go to great lengths to ensure our passengers have a pleasant and enjoyable journey,” she said, then excused herself and headed back to the galley, pretending she didn’t hear the Prime Minister’s gruff snort as she left.
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The plane took off and they reached cruising altitude. Paige and Jenny served the meal an hour later and ensured that their passengers were settled in for the long flight, offering the Prime Minister and his wife a soft blanket in case they wanted to sleep. The two hostesses returned to the galley for a short break themselves, happy that their passengers were as comfortable as possible.
They settled back onto the small sofa and kicked off their shoes. Jenny wriggled her toes, happy to be out of the tall heels for five minutes. Paige seemed to sense her relief and indicated that Jenny should sit back on the cushion and put her feet in her colleagues lap. Jenny did as she was told, knowing what was coming and inwardly relieved that this petite brunette had a thing for women’s feet.
“This is turning out to be a weird trip,” Jenny said, talking quietly, aware of how far sound could carry in the enclosed cabin.
Paige lightly caressed the soles of her feet, drawing her manicured nails along the tender flesh and making Jenny shiver at her touch. “I know, right. What a waste though. They’re both eminently fuckable don’t you think?”
Jenny gasped as Paige pressed her thumb into her aching arch, curling her toes and signalling her approval of the delicate touch. “Yeah. It’s not often that you get a passenger who claims to be religious that doesn’t have you pinned up against the cabin window pounding you senseless within forty five minutes. Shame.”
Paige laughed, switching her efforts to Jenny’s other foot, “Guess there are still pertinent men out there.”
Jenny continued, her thoughts lost to the pleasant sensation of having someone touch her feet. “And her. Oh boy! What I wouldn’t give to dive under that long dress and taste that pussy!”
Paige had stopped kneading her foot and let it fall to her lap. Her face suddenly appeared stricken with shock.
“I mean, can you imagine having those long legs wrapped around your head? It would be…” she stopped, noticing Paige’s attention turn to the galley partition. She turned and was stunned to see the Prime Minister’s wife standing there, wide eyed and gaping.
Jenny pulled her feet off Paige, turned her body and stood. “I-I’m sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean to… we were just… I’m so sorry.”
The woman blinked twice, and turned to look back down the cabin. With a graceful flourish, she reached behind her and pulled the curtain across the entrance to the galley.
She turned to face the mortified Jenny and Paige, a curious smirk spreading across her face. “My husband appears to be sleeping. He usually spends the rest of the flight like this. This leaves us so
me time… to get to know one another.” She stepped forwards, waving her hand to indicate that Jenny should sit down. Jenny did so.
The woman stepped across the galley and leaned against the kitchen counter. “What you said to my husband, about ensuring your passengers have a pleasant flight… was that true? Is it true what he told me about SubAir hostesses? Do you truly offer yourselves, you bodies, to your passengers?” she looked them over as she spoke, a mix of disapproval and intense curiosity on her face.
“Yes, ma’am,” the hostesses both replied in unison.
“And… if I were to ask you to do something, then you would surely do it? Whatever it was?”
“Yes, ma’am,” they replied again.
The Prime Minister’s wife appeared thoughtful. She smiled. “Then I confess that I am intrigued. I have only ever known the loving touch of my husband, though I have often thought about others. And not just men either.” She paused, her bashful expression giving way to a mischievous smirk. “I wish to know what women do to each other, how they please each other. Show me,” she commanded with an expectant flourish.
“Yes, ma’am,” they replied a final time before turning to face each other. Jenny looked Paige in the eye, she placed a hand on her friend’s knee, slipping it between her legs and tenderly stroked up her thigh. They lent towards each other and lightly brushed their lips together. The faint touch sent electricity coursing through Jenny’s veins. She felt the warmth of Paige’s touch upon her, smelled her perfume and the faint scent of soap on her soft skin. She pushed forward, kissing more deeply this time, parting her friend’s lips with her tongue and probing inside her mouth, eager to taste her.
Her hand continued up Paige’s thigh, reaching the top of her stocking and savouring the softness of her naked flesh and the warmth of her pussy. Paige parted her legs slightly, hitching her skirt up further and allowing Jenny greater access. Jenny moaned as Paige gripped her head in both hands and kissed her harder, repelling Jenny’s eager tongue with her own darting thrusts.
Jenny’s hand found the wetness of the other girl’s pussy and cupped her soft lips, drawing her fingertips through the warm folds. It was Paige’s turn to moan as Jenny massaged her clit between her two fingers, rubbing and pressing on that sensitive area. She longed to push Paige back and drop her face between the other girl’s legs, but managed to control herself. For now.
She opened her eyes, her mouth still pressed against Paige’s as their kiss intensified. Across the galley, the Prime Minister’s wife was staring at the two hostesses before her. Her left hand was pressed on her breast, greedily massaging it. Her right hand was between her parted legs, rubbing the light material against herself. Her face was flushed, her eyes appeared distant. Jenny beckoned for the dusky woman to come over to the couch. She broke off the kiss with Paige and stood to meet her.
“M-my name is Maria,” the woman whispered, apparently keen to introduce herself before she let these insatiable vixens loose on her body.
Jenny didn’t reply, instead she placed her hands around Maria’s waist and pulled their bodies together. Maria gasped as she fell against Jenny. She was breathing heavily now and perspiring lightly. She tentatively raised her hands and lay her palms on Jenny’s chest, locking her eyes on Jenny’s face. Jenny waited, prolonging the moment of anticipation until she could take no more. She leaned forward and kissed the woman.
At first, she met resistance. Maria was unaccustomed to a touch that wasn’t her husband’s, so did not surrender easily. Jenny kissed her lips, teasing her tongue across those closed gates, urging them open to allow her access to the riches within. Gradually, Maria relaxed her arms and parted her mouth. Their tongues met and danced together, hot and frantic, desperate for the taste of the other.
Jenny noticed that Paige had stood as well, moving behind Maria and was busily untying the thin lace strap that tied around her neck and held her dress up. Maria didn’t notice this until the dress fell down her body, continuing to kiss Jenny deeply, hands crawling over her chest and arms.
The dress slithered down her slender body to collect around her ankles. She broke the kiss and looked down at herself, naked but for her strappy heels and a tiny g-string. Jenny worried that she might scream and wake her husband, but instead she turned to Paige and started to kiss her, hands frantically tearing at the hostess’ blouse to loosen the buttons.
Jenny turned her attention to Maria again, caressing her back and landing countless tiny kisses down her shoulder and spine to the perfect line of her ass. With tender care, she took the lace panties and pulled them down over Maria’s legs then reached her fingers through the woman’s legs to her waiting pussy. Maria obliged by parting her legs slightly and allowing her access, then shuddered as Jenny plunged her fingers into her damp lips.
Jenny worked her hand back and forth, kissing and nibbling at this exotic beauty’s ass cheeks. By now, Paige was naked, her blouse and bra lay at her feet with her discarded skirt. She and Maria still kissed, their hands desperately crawling over each other’s bodies craving the soft touch of warm skin. Then they broke off and turned on Jenny, Maria and Paige falling to the floor to kneel beside her and undress her with reckless abandon. They both appeared possessed, driven by an urge that was beyond rationality. Their hands clawed and tore at Jenny’s clothes, pulling her blouse and bra off, dragging her skirt down her slender legs. They set upon her, kissing her mouth and body as though their lives depended on it. Together, the three of them writhed together, soft skin sliding over soft skin in the confined space of the gallery. They panted and moaned, hands roaming between legs and seeking out the warmth there.
Their shifted position. Maria sat up on the sofa, leaning back into the soft cushions. The Prime Minister’s wife appeared to be driven by instinct now, drawing her knees back and parting her legs. With slender fingers, she spread her pussy lips and beckoned the girls forward. Jenny and Paige crawled forward on hands and knees, stalking this new prey.
It was Jenny who pounced first, her eagerness to taste Maria’s dark pussy overriding her desire to tease this sapphic virgin. As Jenny’s mouth fell on those inviting lips, she felt Paige brush past her, climbing up on the sofa to curl in beside Maria and lock her lips on hers. Jenny felt Maria tense as her tongue began its work, her body shocked by the assault of these two skilled girls.
Jenny’s tongue lapped back and forth across the wet lips, teasing around her tight hole, forcing its way inwards and upwards and savouring the moan that this elicited. She paused there, thrusting her tongue backwards and forwards into Maria, probing at the soft warmth within. She pulled out, reversing her stroke and drawing her tongue slowly across Maria’s clit. The woman exhaled sharply, momentarily breaking off her kiss with Paige as the wave of pleasure hit her. She returned with renewed purpose, taking Paige’s head in her hands and devouring her sweet mouth.
Jenny worked harder, capitalising on the woman’s arousal and whipping her into a frenzy. Maria’s thighs squeezed her head, a hand plunged into her hair and pulled Jenny’s face forwards and inwards. Jenny struggled to remain in control, her focus collapsing until the world was composed only of the latino pussy before her face. She craved its taste, wished to drink the juice that covered her skin. She lost herself within that wet place, furiously lapping at the complex folds, charting a course through Maria’s desire.
Suddenly, Maria tensed her body. She yelped a surprised “Ah!” that Jenny hoped would be drowned out by the plane’s engines. Her legs tightened around Jenny’s head, her hand clutched her hair tighter. Then she relaxed, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. Her arms fell limply beside her and her quivering legs fell apart. Jenny and Paige collapsed on her, their own bodies exhausted by their passions.
Maria finally spoke, her eyes still tightly closed together, “Okay, I understand now. Thank you for demonstrating to me girls.”
Chapter 3
The girls hurriedly dressed before helping Maria into her own clothes. It was nearly time to serve a
nother drink and the pilots would be wanting their meal as well. Maria straightened her hair and makeup, thanked them both with a brief kiss on their lips and headed back to her seat.
Jenny looked at Paige, sighing, “Phew.”
“I know, right?”
“I was right about her pussy though, it tasted awesome!” quipped Jenny and the two girls laughed and got back to work.
It was Jenny’s turn to take the pilots their meal. It was a simple snack of sandwiches and a drink, so didn’t require much preparation. She loaded up the trolley and headed up to the cockpit. When she got there, she buzzed the intercom and waited to be allowed in. Eventually, the door unlocked and she took the two plates off the trolley and went in.
The Captain and First Officer Bennett greeted her with knowing smirks as she entered the cockpit. She looked at them quizzically, not sure what was so amusing. The Captain tapped one of the monitors on the control deck with his index finger. Jenny blushed as she remembered the security camera in the galley. Fitted as a precaution against hijacking, the whole of their steamy encounter with the Prime Minister’s wife had been transmitted up to the two pilots!
“That was quite a show, Miss Jones,” the First Officer said with a filthy grin, “Got us all worked up.” He was sitting on the jump seat by the side console. He spun it round to face her.
Jenny stuttered, a sudden urge to deny everything crossing her mind, followed a strong desire to get out of the cockpit as quickly as possible. She felt her old shyness, a fear of exposure and judgement, washing over her. Her time at SubAir Academy had seen her battle this particular demon and win. She fought to compose herself, gathering her thoughts and remembering who she was. She was a SubAir Hostess, a subservient pleasure giver who lived to bring contentment and satisfaction to others. It didn’t matter that the pilots had seen her fucking Paige and Maria, it only mattered that someone required satisfaction.