"I'm Sarah. How may I help you?" she responded.
"I am a duly authorized representative of the American Express Company. Dr. Owen Abrevia has selected you to receive his alternate Amex Black Card. I need permission to verify your fingerprints. Please place your right index finger on the biometrics pad of this miniature computer."
She opened the box, and then the lid of a tiny black laptop. A red pad glowed dimly to the left of the keyboard, and the woman placed Sarah's finger gently on the indentation. A soft beep sounded, and the screen lit up with the American Express logo, then played a brief message from the President of the company, welcoming Sarah by name to the folds of the 'Centurions', apparently holders of the black card. The woman explained that the computer would give her a record of the card's use anywhere there was cell reception. She then lifted out an ebony and gold box, turning it toward Sarah as she opened it. Inside were two American Express cards. It was concisely explained to Sarah that one was the Black Card, which could be identified by the fact that it was made of Titanium. The other card was to gain admission to exclusive clubs worldwide, but could not be used to charge. The list of clubs was also contained in the computer.
The woman shook Sarah's hand, the guard saluted, and they retreated to a black limousine and departed.
Sarah hopped back into the house and closed the door. Her mind reeling from the events of the morning, she hopped to the breakfast bar near the kitchen, placed the ebony box on the counter and sat on one of the high stools.
She sat pensively, a soft smile on her pretty face, her one long leg swinging gently as she sipped her coffee. Her left hand dropped absently to her stump, her fingers gently caressing the thin white scar at the upper edge of the end. As she rubbed, the lush nipples on her tiny breasts hardened and pushed urgently against the thin material of her tank top. Normally, this would have led to a swift masturbation session. Today, however, her thoughts were far away.
Sarah called Rogue Valley Town car Service the next morning, and just before 9:30, a sleek black Lincoln pulled up to her front door. The driver refused to let her carry her overnight bag, and handed her into the back seat with a smile, as well as a good look at her beautiful leg. Having never traveled in a private jet before, she wasn't sure about the dress code, if any, and so she had dressed casually. The temperature was over 85 already, so she'd chosen a short peach jacket over white linen slacks, the short leg cuffed to match its full length twin. A silk camisole peeked from inside the jacket, and, as was her habit, she'd worn neither panties nor a bra. The outfit wasn't new; she'd decided that any shopping she did would be more fun with Owen.
The Lincoln dropped her off at Million Air, and she was taken inside to a lounge, where a handsome dark haired young man took her bag and led her to a beautiful buffet. He informed her that the plane was being fueled and expected takeoff would be in about fifteen minutes. She gave her breakfast order to him, and he filled a plate for her and delivered her and it to a small table where she could watch the airplane being serviced. It was a rich deep blue in color, save for a stripe down the sides and the engines, which were gold.
"She's a Learjet 60R. She's very fast, very smooth. She's just had a major service after going back and forth between New York to London via Keflavik a couple of times," a voice from behind her spoke.
Sarah turned to find herself looking into the dark brown eyes of a stunning black woman in uniform. The four gold bars on her starched white shirt identified her as a Captain. The shirt was opened several buttons to reveal an impressive swell of breasts, and deep cleavage. Her waist narrowed sharply and swelled out again into wide hips snugly ensconced in blue uniform pants. Her deep brown skin was flawless, and her black hair was pulled into a high pony. Her ears were pierced, and brilliant blue 00 gauge glass plugs shone in her lobes.
The woman extended her hand and said, "Good morning. I'm Marla, and I'll be your Captain today. You must be Sarah," she said softly.
Recovering her voice after her initial reaction to the beautiful, Sarah stammered, "She's beautiful. Is she yours?"
The Captain smiled and laughed. "No honey, she's not mine. Dr. Abrevia co-owns her with a guy from Microsoft. He could afford to own her outright, but he doesn't travel much. Too busy working, I guess."
"Do you know Ow...I mean Dr. Abrevia?" Sarah said.
"Let's just say he's done some work for me, OK?" she looked down at her impressive cleavage and smiled. "And just between us, he doesn't mind if you call him Owen. In fact, he would probably let you call him anything you want, girl. He is smitten with you, Sarah. You're all he can talk about. Makes me sick," the woman said, and then laughed as Sarah's eyebrows tried to fly off her face. Marla pulled Sarah into a hug, and Sarah hugged her back. She somehow felt that she and this beautiful woman were going to become friends.
"Let me take your bag and we'll get underway," Marla said. She took Sarah's rollerboard and started off to the plane. Sarah noted as she followed Marla's hypnotically swaying ass out the silent glass doors that the woman was missing her right index finger.
Sarah handed Marla both of her crutches at the bottom of the planes stairway. Marla looked at the crutches and then at Sarah, then shrugged and went up the stairway. She turned just as Sarah grabbed both handrails and hopped up the stairs two at a time.
"Wow!" she said, her eyes wide.
"When you only have one, it gets stronger," Sarah explained with a smile.
The interior of the plane was unlike anything Sarah had ever seen. Taupe and ivory leather covered every seating surface, and all the rich wood in sight was a dark walnut color, highlighted by subtle touches of gold. The seats were wide, deep and very soft, looking much like expensive recliners with seatbelts. At the rear of the cabin, a bulkhead projected into the space, and as Sarah hopped to a nearby seat near the door, a tiny woman came out from behind the wall. She smiled and came forward to meet her guest. Her gait was strange, like her feet hurt, but her smile was so brilliant that Sarah forgot about anything else.
"Hi, Sarah, I'm Amy! I got the lucky straw and got to come down to meet you."
If not for her lovely curves, the girl might have been ten years old. Everything about her was petite, from her height, which Sarah estimated to be well under five feet, to her hands, which had grasped Sarah's in a dry, firm grip. She appeared to be of American Indian extraction, proud cheekbones lightly accented with make-up, and her black hair up on her head, held in a beautiful mother-of-pearl clasp. Her uniform was identical to Marla's, except that she had three bars on her epaulets instead of four. Her hips were somewhat narrow, but her bust was very nicely rounded, Sarah noticed with a touch of jealousy.
"You're the only passenger this morning, Sarah. Would you like me to stow your crutches, or would you like to keep them close by?" she said.
"You can take them, Amy. I don't usually use them for short distances anyway."
"I always like to ask. Some crutch users don't like to be separated from their sticks. By the way, let me know when you'd like lunch. We'll be in the air about three hours."
"I thought this jet was supposed to be fast, Amy. I could almost drive to Seattle in three hours," I said with a smile.
"That's because we're not going to Seattle today, we're going to Masset, BC. It's an airstrip located at the northern end of an island off the coast of British Columbia. Dr. Abrevia's clinic is not far from there. We'll be doing the great shopping expedition in a few days, in Victoria and Seattle. If I'm lucky, I'll get to go with." She stood Sarah's crutches up to take them away. They were about the same height as she was.
When Amy reached the front of the cabin, she spoke briefly with the young man from Million Air and then pushed the button to bring up the stairway and door. She locked the door and came to sit across from Sarah. The cabin lights flickered once, and Sarah could hear the engines begin to spool up.
Marla's voice came over the intercom just then.
