Chapter 1: The New Normal

The town car pulled into the parking lot of Boeing Field and drove to the hangar, where, outside on the tarmac, the big new Boeing 737 Max Business Jet had been parked for a few minutes, long enough for the CFM International LEAP-1B twin engines, each able to produce 29,000 pounds of thrust, to shut down.

Only nine days ago, this very jet was delivered to its new owner, Samuel Jackson Haggarty, who now only went by his middle name, in Palm Beach, Florida, far from the Boeing Renton plant where it was assembled, just eleven miles by road but only seven as the crow flies. After leaving Florida, with stops in Washington DC, and New York City to pick up his important and powerful guests, it touched down for the first time at Boeing Field, the public airport that private planes utilized to fly into Seattle.

The smartly and expensively dressed brunette, blue-eyed woman peered from the limousine, waiting for the group to come into view. There they are, she thought. She saw the line of eight executives that had just walked down from the jetway stairs and were heading to the terminal to be picked up in one of the numerous limousines waiting for the six men and two women.

Getting out of the limo, she started walking the three hundred-plus yards to the jet stairway, passing the executives on the tarmac. Many of the men couldn’t help but notice the beautiful brunette in her tailored two-piece business suit, consisting of a sexy skirt and a tight blouse that fit her amazing body like a soft glove. Her delightful look was a feminine wonder. Most were close enough to see her beautiful face showing off her high cheekbones, her twinkling blue eyes, and her million-dollar smile that felt like it belonged in a toothpaste commercial.

She was the entire package. One sweep with your eyes told you everything you had to know. Flowing, long brunette hair with just a touch of curl until it ended between her delicate shoulders and her massive breasts. The firm 38Ds stood proudly in her blouse, her cleavage boldly showing for all to see. The look swept down her small waist, tight abs, and stomach, flowing downward to the proportional hips and sexy thighs. The look was dazzling and suited to a business environment. However, it still made everyone look twice at her delightfully feminine shoulders.

But even more than her exceptional beauty was the way she carried herself as if she belonged there and actually owned the place. The level of sophistication she exuded was off the charts. One man, staring at her butt after she passed him and not paying attention, actually ran into the man in front of him.

Seeing the collision from the corner of her eye, she giggled but kept walking until she reached the bottom of the stairway. A large man in his early fifties, muscular, trim, and with a full head of partially graying hair, stepped out and looked down, seeing her for the first time in a long time.

“Samantha!” He bellowed loudly. Some of the departing men looked around to catch where the voice came from.

“Jackson!” Her response was one of anticipation, as she was looking forward to seeing him again. “OMG, Jackson, you got a new jet!” she shouted in glee. After one heard this beautiful woman speak, one wanted more of her attention. She was that incredible, that hot, that classy.

All of the departed passengers were watching the woman interact with their flying host. Who was this woman who had obviously caught the eye of one of the most eligible bachelors on the East Coast?

“Yes, baby! Come on up and check it out! It’s the new Boeing Business Jet. I just took delivery last week, and it still has that new plane smell! Come on up, baby. Check out my new ride!”

Smiling her million-dollar smile and moving her head just enough to flip her hair for maximum effect, she proceeded up the stairs.

As she stepped up the stairway, her sexy hips and bubble butt swayed back and forth, easier to see for all as she ascended upward. Some of the men who had deplaned stared, one commenting to the fellow flier next to him, “Oh my fucking god, look at that ass! Look at that thing shimmy and shake!”

“It’s like a perfectly running machine,” another man blurted out.

The late 40s woman next to him, another fellow flier who hopped a ride from the East Coast on the jet as his guest and also a well-known power lesbian, simply said, “Geezuz, what I would do to eat that!” The men laughed but couldn’t tear their eyes away from the beautiful woman ascending the stairs to meet their host, who had flown them to Seattle for business.

Samantha smiled and walked up the jet stairs and was greeted with a tight hug and a long, deep kiss. They hadn’t touched each other in three months—although they had communicated regularly via the web or FaceTime on iPhone or iPad. This meeting was their first physical touch, and it was too much for him.

“Get in here! Now!” He pulled her in by her hand, and after reaching to unzip her tight skirt and letting it fall to the floor, spun her around to land her thong-split butt cheeks on the closest stylish leather couch.

“Ohh!” Samantha fell on her back, and Jackson Haggarty leaped on top of her, resuming their passionate kissing. She ground her naked, smooth ass into the plush, luxurious leather, with a supple, velvety texture that molded to her body. It felt sexy, like being the first skier to make the morning run in fresh powder snow. After intense kissing and fondling, Samantha broke to ask a question.

“Aren’t we supposed to be going to a business meeting?”

“They can wait an hour. Come on, let’s break into the large bedroom,” he commanded as he pulled her down the open area of the jet. This jet was a Boeing Business 737 business jet which had a maximum capacity of 28 passengers. It had the same airframe and power as the 737-800, which seated 162 passengers in the normal, two-class configuration. Inside, instead of row after row of seats, everything was completely different.

All 20 seats were domestic first-class and grouped in small clusters, except for the four seats on the first leather couch and the four international first-class combination lay-down seat/sleep pods, which gave the passenger total privacy and darkness when the sliding door was closed. On the longest flights, a pilot would sometimes use one to get some needed shut-eye. They were the same seats as those on an international first-class section of a 777, Boeing’s largest international jet. In the rear, besides one of two restrooms, there was a private sleeping room with a built-in queen-sized bed and a large, full-sized shower (for a commercial jet).

“Jackson, this plane is incredible!” She was in actual awe as she walked down the aisle. He grabbed her, fondling her magnificent breasts and kissing her as he walked her closer to the bedroom. One hand fell to her tight, feminine ass cheek, and he sighed when he palmed it.

“Ohh, Jackson, we have a bed to break in! Not to mention these leather couches and,” she paused as she glanced at the 4 first-class sleep pods/seats, “as well as four more times in those,” pointing to the sleep pods. “They have that same leather, like the one that felt great on my ass when you tossed me down,” she purred.

They made it to the bedroom door, and he flipped the recessed knob, flinging open the door and giving her one last pull. They frantically grappled at their clothes and then each other’s, piece after piece flying to the floor. He hurriedly tried to pull his socks off while standing, falling on top of her, and both falling on the bed. She shrieked and laughed, while he was smiling and hornier than hell. He needed to get inside of this woman, finger her, taste her, and fuck her. Which hole first didn’t matter—his mouth would be on another in minutes.

She laughed and giggled, completely exposed and accessible to him. He flipped her over and pushed his face into her holes while she wolfed down his nine-and-a-half inches. With zero gag reflex, she could barely but completely swallow the manhood down her throat. She knew it because she had made an evening out of it one time, years ago: measuring it and then worshiping it for four hours. It played not only to his sexual frenzy but also to his giant ego. He had thought she truly loved him; she knew how good of a GFE whore she was. One of the world’s best. The income statement of Samantha’s Escort Service proved that.

After all, how many multi-billionaires would come to her in Seattle because she didn’t want to travel to New York, Europe, or Asia to be with him during business events? They had feelings for each other, but also complications. Last year, she had turned down his marriage proposal again, for the fourth time since they had first met over 18 years ago.

“Fuck me, you goddamned hunk of a man, pound my pussy like the whore I am,” Samantha cried out. “My pussy, Sin, wants it, Jackson! Sin needs your cock. Now! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! She’s wet for you, baby. She’s all yours. Now fuck her! Slam that big hog into me! Fuck me, Jackson!”

“Spread those legs wide, baby, I’m gonna pound Sin into submission!” he roared. “She is getting flooded with my cum!”

An hour later, as they lay naked in each other’s arms, Sin still leaking his spunk and sated once again, he broke the silence. “God, I love you, Samantha. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get you out of my mind. You’re embedded in my mind, my heart. Goddammit, you are a fucking whore, fucking hundreds of men every year. And I’m a fucking billionaire, able to afford any woman on the planet. Yet, after all these years of knowing you, and after divorcing three women who I thought were for me, even if they gave me five kids, the years have proven that you are my soulmate. My soulmate is a fucking whore, and damn it, I worship the ground you walk on.”

“Now stop that, Jackson. You love Maria as much as you do me.”

“Maria is gorgeous. She’s stunningly beautiful. She’s an absolute ten. She’s an incredible fuck. And she is so fun to be with—sometimes she’s like a teenager in how she understands the world. Possibly the most beautiful woman in the world, if truth be known. But then again, physically, so are you. That Eastern European classic look—you have the body of a Greek goddess and your gorgeous face,” he paused in mid-sentence, reaching forward to lovingly cup her cheek in his palm. Looking at her face took his breath away.

“Both of you are tens. And your colleagues at Samantha’s Escort Service, or sisters, as you call them, are at least nine-point-eight or nine-point-nine. I’ve been with every one of them at least a dozen times—and Maria, well, I’ve fucked her a hundred times or more. But you, Samantha, are as beautiful as her—only you appear to be European American while she is a Spanish-Mexican beauty. No, the physical beauty of the two of you can’t be denied. I don’t think it can be compared either. It is impossible to compare perfection. Both of you are insanely attractive.”

She held him tight, giving him a long, wet kiss. After a passionate embrace, he pulled back, needing to say more. “But you, you are my lover and muse; you have something special that gets into my soul. You read my mind before I even created the thought. You know what I like and what I don’t, even if I’ve never been exposed to it. You can actually read my mind and my attitude before I say anything, and know what to do and what to say. I admit it, Samantha, you are a woman like no other. You’re special to me, and I just know it.”

She knew he wanted a response, a commitment from her. Instead, she quietly but firmly mentioned, “We have to get dressed, Jackson. You have a board meeting to attend.”

“Skylar knows what to do. After all, she is my personal assistant and understood I would be with you for a while. She passed you while she got off the plane to check us in and plan for tomorrow’s first board meeting.”

“Which company’s board meeting?” She knew his every move, having coordinated with Skylar before his flight. She didn’t know which meeting was when.

“It’s Starbucks on Tuesday and Amazon on Wednesday, and then we’re out of here for nine days. I am soooo looking forward to having you on the boat.” His “boat” was a 113-meter, five-story superyacht, currently in the Mediterranean. It was modern and stylish and was featured in numerous magazines and videos as one of the finest yachts in the world, as well as in the top 30 in size.

“Oh yeah, baby, sun in the Med on your boat. I’m so looking forward to that.”

“Baby, I’m looking forward to it, too. Look, I’ll take care of some important clients while you have your meetings and won’t be around during the daytime. But I’ll be around at night. Are you staying at the Four Seasons again?”

He didn’t like hearing that Samantha would be busy when she was supposed to be exclusive to him. Although he realized that since he would be busy anyway, it really didn’t alter his plans. One of the many things he liked about Samantha was that she was always truthful with him.

“No,” Jackson said, “I’m staying at the Fairmont Olympic. I’m on a nostalgia kick and have been staying at classic local, one-of-a-kind properties when I visit various cities. I hadn’t been to the Fairmont Olympic in years, before it changed from the old Olympic Four Seasons and the Four Seasons moved into their current, nearly new building. I’m usually a Four Seasons guy. They have that bar down there, Goldfinch’s, and I like the bartender. His name is Greg. He’s been there for years, one of the best I’ve seen.”

“Greg?” I know Greg! Yes, he’s one of a kind. I think that guy has Google hooked up directly to his brain. That guy knows everything.”

“You know Greg? Wow, small world.”

What Jackson didn’t know was that Greg was the man who essentially introduced her to Lennie, her first and only boyfriend, the night they first met, just over five months ago. Jackson had picked her up for one of their quick, two-hour encounters as he was passing through town from New York to Tokyo. While he didn’t know who Jackson was, Lennie had witnessed her when she first arrived, and when Jackson showed up to pick her up for their date upstairs in his room. When they were done and he left, Samantha came back down to Greg’s bar. Greg had casually mentioned she would probably be most comfortable sitting down at the end of the bar, “by that old gray-haired guy.” Just meeting Greg hours before and enjoying his banter immensely, she followed his suggestion.

That is how Lennie met Samantha. The moment of nostalgia over, she refocused on her “client du jour”.

It surprised Sam that he went back to the Fairmont, which was the original Four Seasons until the new one was built. Jackson hated antiquated things, like used planes or staying at older properties, even if they were once the top place in the city and still an example of amazing architecture. She’d spent many an evening in his bed at both prime properties in the last 16 years. She was quite familiar with the layout of the Fairmont Olympic, even though Jackson had not bedded her there for many years, until this visit.