Chapter 4: Missy had something that Alvin needed
The kind of challenge Samantha liked in chasing a man was helping him to seduce her. She liked sex. She liked feeling close to someone. She loved being pounded. What she wanted the most was being romanced. Most men needed to be trained in the art of seduction. Seduction made sex far better.
By this time, she heard that Alvin was the stud of the airline, though only through innuendo and conjecture on the part of the flight attendants she befriended. No one with firsthand experience could be found to share with her what his skills really were. That made the challenge doubly intoxicating.
"Miss, you never told me what I can do for you."
"Huh?'
"What I can do for you. You ID'ed me as a pilot AND as a flight attendant. Are you still with me?"
"Oh, you are Alvin, right, the baseball player?"
"At your service. What can I do for you?"
"I'm...
"Samantha Greeway, yes, the gorgeous Australian blonde who almost owns this route. You are among our best riders. Let me thank you from the flight deck for your devotion to the airline."
"Is that printed somewhere? Am I that well-known?"
"You are legendary. You have been on this flight every month for the past three years and have almost a half million miles. Yeah, we love you."
"Alvin, right? If you love me what do I get in return?" She was trying to be seductive. It really wasn't working.
"Upgrades, admiral's clubs, preferred seating..."
The navigator stuck his head out of the cockpit. "You're up," referring to the first officer's checklist.
"Let's continue this conversation sometime."
"You know where I will be for the next sixteen hours."
The flight was smooth for the first three hours so Alvin thought he could get away for a minute but just as he made mental plans, he received a weather update from Honolulu control that there was a shift in the weather pattern that would require his full attention until it was his turn for the formal and required rest in the crew rest area where he could catch some ZZZ's and refresh himself.
When they landed, once again Alvin's duties kept him in his seat. He never got to say goodbye. However, Alvin went down to the counter and secured Samantha's home address, email and phone number. This is how he did it, despite company rules against.
Many women on the ground crews or counter agents had approached him in the past. In previous times, it would be called 'making a pass' at him. At parties or company functions often the more aggressive women would take the initiative and strike up a conversation. It typically went like this:
"Hi, I'm Heather.
"Alvin."
"Yes, Alvin, I know who you are."
"I am flattered"
After small talk (very small talk), she would suggest dinner or an outing. He never accepted. While he wanted and needed the unique, special and intimate charms of women often, he had his standards.
"Missy, one of the elite passengers gave me her purse accidentally and left before I could return it. Please give me her address and I will drop it by her house."
Missy could lose her job for handing over this kind of personal information and told him so. The airline had a procedure for returning items. Alvin had approached Missy for this type of information in the past and always hinted that she wanted something in return but Alvin never offered. Still she accommodated him this time, hoping that one day he would take her out.
"Mr. co-pilot, I could probably find that information but I could only give it over to you away from the counter, far away, say at dinner tomorrow." Alvin knew what Missy wanted but he needed Samantha's contact information.
"Tomorrow night, Monday, would work. Where...?
"I will text you my address in Playa Del Rey. Pick me up at 7."
"I am on a budget since I just refinanced my condo. Can we go Dutch, at least?" Missy was thrilled.
Alvin picked her up in his Porche 993. Dinner was great. "Alvin, I must admit...I have been hoping to see you socially since the company Christmas party. Remember you said you would save a dance for me but left before I could collect. I will give you the information...right here in my purse...but I want a good night kiss."
"Is that all? I was actually hoping for more, Missy. We have all the time in the world."
Missy was flattered beyond measure and knew he was putting her on. She was not nearly as attractive as the female flight attendants, most of whom were size one or two, had long legs and wonderful figures. Missy wore glasses (they flattered her), was good with her makeup but not great and was a size 7 at 5'6" and 148 lbs. She was surely not what Alvin was used to but he hadn't had any trim for months and, well... As the guys at the base might say, 'they all have pussies, the trick is to find one who can suck cock.' Alvin had never done a charity-fuck, did not believe in them. Sure, he was the company playboy but he did honestly like the women he had sex with. He only acted the way he did to keep up appearances and to seem more hard-to-get.
In Missy's case he had been very hard to get. This was not the first time Alvin had asked her for personal information on one of the passengers. She figured that if she helped him, he would finally agree to take her out. Each time, she would give him the information with, "My appreciation would just be dinner. I am easy..."
He always had a feeble excuse. She had never gotten her dinner with Alvin. What Alvin wanted in a woman was...
