Carl Reece was a 28 young up and coming junior vice president of large international bank. His career was fast track due to his university results and had made the bank millions of pounds in his short 5 years he has been to the bank.
Today he was sat in the British Airways VIP lounge in Terminal 5 of Heathrow airport. He sat their reviewing the latest trades on his Ipad whilst he sipped a scotch and soda. Pleased that his latest stock predictions had paid off. I young man in a BA uniform approach him, his name was Tim is personal airline assistant who greeted him from curb where his car dropped him and escorted him through the check in area.
Tim had come to get him to board the new Airbus A380 on his flight to Hong Kong. Carl was greeted by a very attractive blond in BA uniform who took off of Tim and escorted him to his first class seat. She introduced herself as Claire and would be looking after him for the duration of the flight. She also mentioned that the outbound flight only had 2 passengers in the first class section.
20 minutes later the plane thundered down the runway and took off into the evening sky. Soon the seat belt light was turned off and Claire returned her tailored uniform jacked replaced by a service wrap.
She handed him a scotch and soda and stopped for a brief chat. His eyes lingered on her legs. Carl always had a thing for classy ladies, and Clare clearly did not grow up on a council estate. The flags on her name take showed she spoke several languages and her posture showed a private school education. Clare smiled straightened herself up and smoothed her pinstripe skirt. Carl followed her perfect arse as it swayed to the rear of the cabin. Carl took a sip of his drink and blow out his breath and said wow.
Carl immersed himself in his work and was snapped back to reality when Clare brought his meal. He ate his meal and without asking Clare brought him another scotch and laid it beside him. After a few minutes he lifted the glass and notice something written on the napkin. It read meet me in the crew rest area, there was a lipstick impression signing it. He unfolded it and it had a little map to pointing to the crew rest area.
He unfastened his seat belt and finished his scotch and started to walk aft of the plane. He passed through the Club world section and entered the divide to the world traveller section or cattle class. Looking round he looked to see if any crew was around and seeing he was alone he lifted the door in the floor to the crew rest area. He quickly descended the stairs closing the hatch behind him.