Ellie cursed the traffic as she stared at her phone’s clock. She had to be on-board in 30 min, Waze was estimating thirty-three, and she saw flashing lights of emergency vehicles up ahead. She called Jack at the desk and told him she was late.
“Running late for the best flight of the year? Shame on you
girl,” he teased, “should I give the flight to Jill?”
“NO!” It came out too
harshly. This was her flight, the tips
would be enormous, and she had never been to St. Croix before.
“Did you bring your VIP outfit?” Jack asked, a slight leer
in his voice.
“Cleaned, Pressed, and Ready.” She smiled “I’ll be there in
22 min.”
Waze disagreed, and she pressed on the accelerator and horn
at the same time.
She parked badly and ran to the crew bathroom and changed,
stuffing her jeans and t-shirt into her travel bag along with the bikinis and
books for the beach.
Catching her breath, she walked across the tarmac, a picture
of sexual elegance, and boarded the G650.
The crew got a long glimpse of her legs as she climbed the stairs, but
she didn’t mind. Their bulges gave her
the reward she craved. The Gulfstream
was prepped, fueled, and ready.
“Everyone’s on board,” the Captain said, “and Susan’s in the
galley prepping.”
She sealed the door behind her and greeted her guests, a
variety of over-paid CEOs. They all smiled back.
The “Fasten Seatbelts” sign turned off. Ellie stood, stripped, and surveyed the hungry
men. Spotting the only one that blushed
at her boldness. She handed him the
spoon and honeypot and spread herself on the table.
“Breakfast is served.” (280)
See Who Played Today
Sassy (I hope)
and one more!!
Fighting Sanity: FFF: Fabulous Feast (freedominchains42.blogspot.com)
AND YOU!!! It's not too late. Grab the picture, read the prompt, and get started!!!
And, yes, I thought about using the "Coffee, Tea, or Me" cliche, but that gave it away too early.
LOL
:-)
