Chapter 2

“Is that the pilot taking a pee?” Craig Mathew’s executive assistant giggled like a thirteen-year-old and scooted over so he could see the screen.

“Co-pilot,” Craig corrected him. “Older, and better looking in my opinion. But she’s not done yet.”

The men watched Liz use a wad of toilet paper to swipe at the swath of black hair between her legs, then she reached for her purse. “Wait for it...” Craig said, “it going to get better...”

His assistant, Eric, hissed as Liz spread a line of K-Y on her index finger and then, spreading her knees, she stuffed her hand between the folds of her pussy. “Christ.”

“See,” Craig laughed, watching Liz circle her clitoris with quick, slick strokes, “she was getting herself all lubed up for me.”

“So that’s why you disappeared into the kitchen. You were setting a trap for her.”

“With her showing off that kind of bait, maybe she was the one setting a trap.”

“Either way ... you were successful?”

“Let’s just say it’ll be a while before I need a top-up. I wonder if she has a husband?”

“She’s wearing a wedding band,” Eric noted, studying the screen.

“Yeah. But find out for sure, would yuh? It’d give us leverage. You wanna fuck her next?”

“So you think he’ll ask me for favors?” Liz was pressing a tissue to the corner of an eye.

“Look. If we don’t get to his computer, you can bet you’ll have company later tonight, in your hotel bed.”

“Oh God. I’m going to have to sleep with him. To save my marriage.”

“And your job. He’ll threaten to send the video to head office and you know what that’ll mean.”

“Instant dismissal.” Liz lowered her head. “What am I going to do...”

“We need to get him away from his computer, even for a moment. Just long enough to destroy it.”

“How do you destroy a computer?”

Beth conjured up the navigational chart of the State of Arizona. “Water,” she said.

“Water?”

“Yeah. But let me worry about that part of it. For now, I want you to go back and chat with him. Be nice. Put him at ease. Act like you enjoyed your, ah, time together. Can you manage it?”

Liz crumpled the tissue and settled herself. “I guess. Sitting up here and balling my eyes out won’t fix anything.”

“Good girl,” Beth reassured her friend. “Just play it cool. While you’re back there, I’ll check our co-ordinates.”

“Liz...” Craig Mathews looked up from his computer screen as she stepped into the passenger compartment. “About earlier...”

Liz gave him her best smile. “Welcome to the club,” she said.

“The Club?”

“The Mile High Club. Surely you’ve heard of it.”

Craig cleared his throat. “Oh, sure, of course. I just never put two and two together.”

Liz laughed and cocked a hip. “You put something together, and the equation added up.” She looked down at his computer. “All work and no play?”

Craig turned to his assistant. “Could you give us a moment?”

The young man had been studying a bare thigh muscle before he pulled his eyes from Lizzy’s crotch to acknowledge his boss. Perspiration was beading up along his forehead. “Of c-course.” He got to his feet. “I hear the bartender makes a mean Old Fashioned. I’ll just go check for you.”

“He’ll be gone awhile,” Liz smiled, dropping a trim pair of buttocks down on the bolster. “Tami’s working the bar.”

“I see,” Craig said, “and while we wait, I’ve got something to show you.”

“You bugger,” Liz hissed, losing some of her composure. On Craig’s computer screen, she saw herself entering the forward john and struggling her bikini bottoms down.

“Nice bush,” Craig commented. “A bikini trim?”

“You should know,” Liz shot back. “How long does this show run for?”

“Long enough,” Craig replied, clicking off. “You’re married?” He was looking at her ring-finger.

Liz fought to keep the tear ducts closed. “What do you want, Craig?”

Craig slide closer. “I want you to talk to your Captain.”

Liz dropped her eyes as his fingers closed about her left breast. “Beth? What’s Beth got to do with anything?” Liz wanted to knock his hand away, swear, then hit him in the face. “Act like you enjoyed your time together.” Liz swallowed her pride– and persevered.

He worked the cup of her top up, allowing the breast to escape. “Nice,” he whispered. “I like a woman with smallish tits but long nipples. Such an intriguing contrast.” And he caught her between thumb and forefinger and lightly milked the nipple.

Liz leaned forward, placing her elbows on the low table, partly to take the weight of her head and partly to hide what he was doing to her nipple.

“Hold my dick, for me. While we talk.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me...”

“Christ,” Liz objected, but removing a hand from her face, she reached down under the table and rested her fingers in his lap. She felt him respond, the length of him growing in her hand. “I would have thought you’d had enough.”

“Never enough,” he breathed, “with a woman like you squeezing my cock.”

“Spare me,” she shot back and adjusted her hand so her fingers encircled the head and reluctantly she burnished the ridge with her thumb. “So what about, Beth? As if I couldn’t guess.”

“I’m making a movie. Call it a training film. And I want you and Beth to help. In return, your husband will never see a video of you sitting on a stainless steel toilet. Sounds like a fair exchange, don’t you think?”

“And if Beth won’t do it?”

“Then send her back. I’ve got a bit of video I’m sure she’ll be interested in keeping from the light of day.”

“I see...” And Liz made ready to stand.

“But before you go, I want you to have a word with Eric.”

“Eric?”

“Yes, my assistant. He’s such a good worker and now I’ve thought of a way to show my appreciation.”

“God. You don’t expect me to...”

“I expect you to do everything possible to save your husband from a terribly embarrassing situation. And, in turn, keep yourself out of a divorce court.”

“But Eric?” Liz dully shook her head, her eyes round in disbelief. “I mean, how old is he ... twenty-five? What would he want with an old broad like me?”

“Twenty-two, actually. And I would think an experienced broad like you could show him a few things.” Craig got to his feet. “I’m going to wander back to the bar, have a chat with Tami and get a drink. I’ll send Eric to you.”

“But you’ll get it on film. I’ll be digging myself in deeper.”

Craig laughed. “Yes. Deeper and deeper.”

“Craig sent me.”

Eric, Mr Mathews’ young assistant, stood foot-shifting in front of the table. “He said you wanted to see me?”

Liz looked up from where she was clenching and unclenching her fists. “That’s all he said ... just that I wanted to see you?”

“Yes,” Eric replied. “You need help with something?”

“Bastard,” Liz seethed under her breath and tried to settle herself. She glanced up a moment, to study his young features and wondered how best to explain herself. “Sit a moment, would you Eric?”

“Sure.” Eric’s expression clouded but he dropped to the bolster at the end of the table. “It’s Liz, isn’t it?”

“Elizabeth Harrington, yes.”

“And...”

“Look, I don’t know how best to explain myself so I’ll say it straight up. Craig wants to reward you for good behavior.”

“A reward? You’re kidding ... what’s he got in mind?”

“Me.”

“You!” Eric’s chin came up. “I don’t understand?”

“Yes ... me.” Liz reached for her shoulder bag. “Craig wants this to be a memorable flight for you so let’s make this easy on both of us. You just sit there, don’t do anything. Okay?”

Eric was watching as Liz removed her tube of K-Y from her purse. “Yes-s ma’am.” he replied. “Anything you say, m-ma’am.”

“Okay,” Liz slid across to sit beside him. “And please. Don’t say anything– to me, or to anyone else, ever.” Liz ran a hand across the front of his suit trousers, found the zipper tab, and lowered it. She reached inside and pinching the head of his penis, pulled him free. A small groaning sound came up in his throat as her fingers tightened. “Sh-h-h. Quiet now...” And Liz squeezed out K-Y and smeared it along the length of his penis with gentle strokes.

It only took a moment and Eric was pressing hard in her hand. She swung her leg across to straddle his thighs, untied the string at her hip and moved the tiny triangle of material to one side. “Try to relax,” she said as she took up his cock and pressed it into the flesh of her groin. Liz dragged him lower until she found the spot, adjusted the angle of her hips and dropped her weight down.

Eric’s head fell back and he seethed. “Oh Jesus.”

“Shh-h.” Liz nervously looked beyond his shoulder. She had never done anything like this, not in public, and the thought of being caught frightened her half to death. She gawked at the insanity that was unfolding in the passenger compartment:

Tami was displaying bare breasts, like a pair of playful puppies with dark noses that moved in unison as she passed Craig a drink. One of the girls was using her bikini bottoms as a slingshot, shooting tampons at the men seated across the cabin. Another was giving a lap dance. Someone else was looking at her playing cards like they were unwelcome guests at a wedding. She was losing in a game of strip poker, her shoes and bolero jacket heaped beside her on the carpet. And four guys stood, fingering themselves, while a flight attendant with a wooden ruler and a pencil leaned over them.

Everywhere she looked, she saw bare legs, swinging arms and laughing faces. Liz placed her hands on the back of the seat cushion, came up and rolled her hips forward. Eric responded, his breath coming in quick huffs and his body shimmering.

Liz prayed he’d cum. The sooner the better, and she worked his penis as quickly and deftly as she could. Liz pulled up until he almost escaped, then dropping and rolling, she took the full length of him. It was craziness but she squeezed and twisted, again and again, her vagina sucking at him. Anything, she thought, to coax the final release into her uterus. And a signal she could lift off, tie-up her bikini bottoms and retreat to the toilet compartment to clean herself and salvage what was left of her dignity.

She had a cold moment when her eyes met Craig’s but she kept grinding. Craig was watching with a goofy smile on his lips. He leaned in, whispered something to Tami and Liz felt the heat of shame rise in her chest as Tami’s face came up.

Damn, Liz thought, but Tami’s look of surprise did nothing to slow Liz down. She had never wanted a man’s cum so badly. It seemed an eternity of humping but finally, she felt Eric stagger and he grabbed her by the hips. He thrust up and held.

Liz felt the contractions. Wild, seemingly never-to-end contractions. And he filled her inner cavity with his sperm. Oh to be young, Liz thought as she allowed him a moment to decompose before lifting off.

“Wow! What a show!” She cowered at the sound of his laugh.

Liz looked up into Craig’s cheery smile. And in his hand he held a camcorder. God, he was filming a close up of Eric’s squishy penis as it dropped from between the lips of her vagina. Liz couldn’t help herself. She screamed, “You fucker.”

“That’s two,” Craig laughed some more. “Who else can you fuck this trip? I want your husband to get the full story.”

“Christ. We’ve lost five-thousand feet.” Liz dropped into the co-pilot’s seat and scanned the instruments. “Did the altitude alarm go off?”

“We’re fine,” Beth reassured her. “We’ve had a small problem with the cabin pressure and I’ve adjusted the nav-computer. I radioed an alert to air traffic control to let them know that I’ve put us into a slow descent. Just to be safe.”

Liz checked the control panel again. “There’s nothing wrong with the cabin pressure.”

Beth faked surprise. “Really. You mean I just imagined the whole thing?”

“But...”

“Geez, don’t tell anyone. I feel like such a dolt.”

“Okay, never mind,” Liz checked the miniature camera above Beth’s head. “I’ve had a chat with Craig and he’s willing to destroy the video he has of me. Of us, really ... He says he’s got something on you too, though didn’t say what.”