Senator Rachel Feldman watched as a nude flight attendant strutted past her. Her eyes lingered on the contours of the woman’s ass, the way her buttocks ballooned out of her G-string thong. The flight attendant’s naked back was a ribbon of silk, left bare by her blonde hair which was twisted in a bun. Except for a white scarf around her neck, there was nothing to hide her perfect C-cup breasts. Oh, those pink nipples, those tender, warm bosoms. Rachel smiled to herself as she remembered the feel of those tits in her mouth. What was the flight attendant’s name again? Claire. Yes, that’s what it was.
The senator had just departed from Los Angeles and was now flying to D.C. Tomorrow, Congress was scheduled to vote on a bill that would allow for off-shore oil drilling in the Pacific. She rolled her eyes just thinking about the formalities they would have to endure.
Soft moans and sucking noises floated throughout the cabin as the jet flew to its destination. Across the aisle, a red-headed flight attendant bounced up and down on a man’s cock while she let him squeeze her breasts. Her pale skin shimmered with sweat, and her disheveled hair cascaded down to her shoulders. The man’s shirt hung open, his hairy chest sporting the imprints of the flight attendant’s lipstick.
Two rows ahead, another flight attendant made out with a female passenger, their mouths joined together for long, suffocating minutes. Similar shenanigans happened all over the jet. Passengers who were not entangled with a flight attendant sat and watched those who were. Several men had their pants unzipped, their fingers wrapped around their swollen cocks. A few women reclined their seats and massaged their privates. They panted and purred, writhing helplessly.
The passengers represented a cross-section of the country’s elite. Rachel was surrounded by actors, actresses, pop stars, music producers, screenwriters, talk show hosts, socialites, athletes, and songwriters. All of them booked with Allure to fly and to fuck.
On ordinary jets, no such things would ever take place. But this jet in particular belonged to Allure Airlines, where the flight attendants made sure everyone’s trip was…pleasurable. When customers purchased their tickets online, they had the option of choosing a flight attendant to play with. Speaking of which, where was Rachel’s selection, Jasmine?
She looked up and down the aisle searching for the lithe, ebony beauty.
A moment later, she appeared from behind a curtain. The dark lean woman strutted towards her, flashing a radiant smile, swaying her generous hips side to side. Jasmine’s curly black hair sprouted in a dense mane above her shoulders and left her handful breasts on full display. Dark brown nipples protruded from her tits and a tuft of hair covered her vagina.
“Apologies for the delay, Senator. I was finishing up with another client,” said the flight attendant.
“No worries. And please, call me Rachel.”
Jasmine straddled her hips and draped her arms over her shoulders, letting the senator caress her thighs. “What can I do for you tonight, Rachel?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Jasmine grinned. “I’m all yours.”
Rachel pressed her lips to Jasmine’s and squeezed her breasts. The flight attendant’s nipples were hard against her palms, her lips like warm silk. For a long breathless minute, she moaned into Jasmine’s mouth, pinned to the leather chair by the weight of her body. She gasped for air as the other woman planted kisses down her neck, sucked on her earlobe. Rachel’s heart raced and she smiled, spanking Jasmine’s bare ass.
A squeak of surprise escaped Jasmine’s lips and they laughed together. She kissed the beautiful senator again, running fingers through her golden tresses. She inhaled her sweet perfume, sucked on her full, smooth lips. With the press of a button, the seat reclined. Jasmine ripped open Rachel’s blouse and kissed her chest. A moment later, her bra fell to the floor, revealing a pair of pale breasts. She opened her mouth and latched on to a nipple, tracing slow circles around the areola with her tongue.
Rachel bit her lip and purred, pressing Jasmine’s face deeper against her chest. Juices seeped from her privates, Rachel’s clit aching for attention. Soon her breasts were covered in saliva. She tilted her head back, mouth agape as a loud moan burst from her throat. A flurry of tingling sensations seized her rock hard nipples as Jasmine licked and sucked on them. Rachel trembled and giggled like a teenage girl.
Jasmine pulled down the senator’s skirt and panties and began rubbing her damp pussy. Warm fluids trickled over her fingers as Rachel writhed beneath her. She kissed her breasts while relishing all the sounds her client made.
Rachel plunged two fingers into Jasmine’s pussy, going straight to her G-spot, causing the flight attendant to gasp. She thrust them in and out, her hand now drenched in cum. Waves of pleasure rolled over her body as she panted and cried out. Her breasts were quashed against Jasmine’s breasts, her mouth connected to Jasmine’s mouth. She lay there entangled with the naked woman, their hands deep in each other’s privates. She mewed helplessly, her brow crinkled. Rachel gazed into Jasmine’s dark eyes, her mouth wide open on the verge of unleashing one final ecstatic shout. In seconds, they both cried out and convulsed in each other’s arms. Tremors wracked her body, as cum spurted from her privates in a warm shower. She continued to shudder as Jasmine showered her neck with kisses.
They indulged in one more bout of lovemaking before the plane touched down in D.C. When they arrived at the terminal, all the passengers dressed themselves and began filing out of the plane. The naked flight attendants stood near the door of the cabin and kissed each passenger goodbye.
Senator Rachel Feldman collapsed on her bed at the hotel and fantasized that Claire and Jasmine were there with her right now. She opened her bathrobe, her damp hair splayed out over the pillow, and rubbed her clit. In her mind, she was sandwiched between the two gorgeous women as they caressed her naked body. She was moist all over again.
A gentle rapping at the door cut through her fantasy.
Rachel cursed under her breath and closed her robe. She tied the belt in a knot and answered the door.
In the hallway stood a young man with short dark hair and narrow brown eyes. He was dressed in a black business suit, clean and pressed, a briefcase in his hand. He didn’t smile as he greeted her. “Senator Feldman. I trust you enjoyed your flight.”
“I did. Can I help you?”
“I was just wondering if you’ve had a chance to check your email since you landed.”
Rachel’s brow furrowed. “No. Why?”
“You might want to do that,” said he.
Rachel retrieved her phone from the table and found a new message in her inbox. The sender’s email address was encrypted and there was no subject. When she opened it, there was no body either, only an attachment. She tapped it and shuddered. It was a video of her and Jasmine fucking on the plane. They were recorded from an overhead angle which meant there must have been a tiny camera hidden in the light fixture.
Ice flooded her veins.
She turned to the young man and said, “Who recorded me? And why?”
“My superiors needed leverage. To ensure your cooperation.”
“To do what?”
“Vote in favor of the bill tomorrow.”
Rachel swallowed and shook her head. “Hell, no. I promised my constituents I would vote against it.”
The young man regarded her with a cold stare. “It would be in your best interest to renege.”
“Or what? You’re gonna blast this video all over the internet?”
“Exactly.”
“You’ve gotta be shitting me!”
“I’m afraid not. Don’t test my superiors. They always follow through on their threats. Good night, Senator Feldman.”
The young man turned and left.
With trembling fingers, the senator closed the door and sat on the bed. She watched the video over and over willing this all to be some terrible nightmare. But she was all too painfully awake. Who was the young man who stood at her door only moments ago? Who were these superiors he was talking about? Whoever they were, they had dirt on her. If this video leaked, her conservative Christian base would turn their back on her and destroy any hope she had of reelection. But if she went back on her word, her supporters would hold her accountable. The first consequence was irrevocable. The second could be managed. There was really no choice at all.
The next day, Senator Feldman voted in favor of the oil drilling bill. Although her conscience pricked her, she told herself she was doing it to save her reputation. She told herself it was for her career. It helped a little. After the Senate voted, she got a text message from an anonymous number.
Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Feldman.
That very night, she cancelled her return flight and re-booked with a different airline. From that point onward, she never flew with Allure ever again.
