"Another drink, sir?" the lovely blonde stewardess smiled as she poured the older gentleman's drink. She bent over just enough to give the old geezer an eyeful of her impressive chest. Outfits for the stewardess's on this flight were sizzling hot and the stewardesses themselves sizzling. A handful of bills were soon exchanged and the blonde smiled, leaned in and gave the old duffer a hot, slow, deep kiss.
"You deserve a bit more," Char whispered and placed her hand on the guys inner thigh. She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her full left breast. Quite a good firm squeeze from such an old guy, the blonde thought. She felt her thick nipple stiffen and let out a " client pleasing" moan.
"Hmmpppfffh!" The gorgeous brunette stewardess cleared her throat, expressing anger, jealousy and a few other raw emotions as she watched her blonde coworker become a bit "too" friendly as if that were possible. The huge stack of bills (Now the second one) on the drink tray brought out the old rivalry she always felt around attractive blondes. Jana bristled with anger as she watched the action. She paid little attention to Gina who was equally angry.
Gina, one gorgeous redhead mixed some of the old geezers favorite drinks (She knew the dude well and had flown this flight many times). She reached inside her sexy outfit and cupped her own breasts; she tweaked her nipples as she mentally put herself in the blondes position. She licked her lips.
Bumpp.
"Oh sorry, didn't mean to disturb your fun-er, uh, concentration," Jana said sarcastically. The brunette was frustrated. She had heard stories of the distinguished rich passengers cash and his own particular quirks. The pilot and the few people who interviewed Jana had made it clear; he tips generously, what he wants-you get or give it to him-NOW.
"Watch where you're going sweetie," Gina snapped. She bit back the impulse to treat the gorgeous brunette to a hard backhand. She smiled at the idea. Maybe, just maybe.
Gina moved fast; she was a true professional.
"You're times up blondie-get outta here, Capiche?"
"No. I'm not moving-he likes MY company; wait your turn---"
Silence. Quiet, unnerving, silence. One blonde; one redhead; angry stares. Gina smiled at the older guy; he winked. She reached into her sexy uniform, took out a small envelope and handed it to the guy.
"Why of course-that would be fannnnnnntasssssssssssssstikkkkk.-I'd be most pleased...."
The blonde reached for the paper; Gina slapped her hand hard, retrieved the paper and slipped it
inside the front of her outfit.
"What the hell are you trying to prove?" Char asked her sexy voice warbling with angry curiosity.
Gina handed the old dude the tray of specially mixed drinks. He gave the blonde a rude firm push and gestured her to give him space.
"Ahhhaaa. This is gonna be good," Jana whispered to herself. She flexed the muscles in her legs, her arms; loosened her fingers by pressing them up against the wet bar. She wanted the blondes' money. She wanted to become the old dude's favorite stewardess. She was so glad she'd been chosen to take this flight. Seeing Gina flash the sign was fantastic. She'd heard about the rich old dude's favorite type of inflight entertainment. Better, much better, much more exciting than any movie.
"Step over here. Now, blondie! You're going down!"
Whaaaccck. The redhead's hard slap rolled the gorgeous blonde's eyes. Staggering backwards, Char fell towards the old geezer.
"Hey sweetie-don't retreat. You're on your own. Fight now. Go get her-you win, ya get a bigger tip-"
Old sparkling eyes took in the unfolding drama-he licked his lips and took a big swig of his favorite drink.
"Take this-Ouchhhh."
"Ooooooh my hair-"
Slap. Punch.
Wham. Thunk.
Ripppppppppppp-
"C'mon fight young babes, fight!"
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MTC....
