Crystal had been out of work for three weeks when the phone rang. She had been, putting it lightly, let go by her then employer Delta. In her mind she had just been doing her job, by offering full service to the elite business class. Before she got lost replaying the scene in her mind Crystal picked up the phone.
"Hello, Crystal Mehaguci speaking,"
"Hi, Crystal! This is Bethany Roundah, I don't know if you remember me, but we were in the same flight attendant training program," Crystal thought back to the days of flight attendant school, how much fun it had been. She briefly remembered a Bethany in her class. "Anyway I saw you post on the facebook group saying you were looking for a new job, and my employer wants me to find another flight attendant for their private jet. I was wondering if you would like to join?"
"Hi Bethany, thank you so much for the opportunity! I've never worked a private jet before; I've only been on commercial flights,"
"Don't worry about that, honey, it's pretty much the same, just less stressful since you'll only have a max of five people to worry about. Give me your email and I'll be able to send you all the details about the position, and if it all looks good to you, we have a flight to China next week."
Crystal gave Bethany her email, and promised she would look over the email as soon as it arrived. Bethany cheerfully said goodbye and hoped she would hear from Crystal soon.
Crystal hung up the phone feeling absolutely elated! She had a job offer, one for a private jet too. Crystal honestly thought she might never be able to get a flight attendant job again after Delta had fired her. Her mind drifted back to the fateful day...
Three Weeks Ago:
All the passengers had just settled into their seats and the fasten seat belts sign was on. Crystal was walking down the first class section aisle, when a very handsome, mid-forties fellow caught her eye. Despite being seated, Crystal could see he was tall and well built, his biceps were nearly busting out of the tight white pinstripe button down shirt he was wearing. The man made direct eye contact with Crystal and made a come hither motion with his left hand.
The way the plane was set up, allowed front of the plane passengers to have their own row and a privacy curtain. Crystal knew this look very well. She thrived having men look at her this way. She knew just how hot she looked in her uniform. The short skirt, allowed her model length long legs to be on display, plus with her 2.5in heels on her ass looked fantastic. The dress code said she was supposed to wear panty hose, but after her first time joining the mile high club with a passenger she had ditched them. Crystal secretly loved getting passengers off while in the air. Her chosen passengers loved it too. The first time it happened, well that's another story. She slowly started to make her way to the man, subtly adjusting her breasts so they were nearly spilling out of her under-buttoned shirt.
Once directly next to the gentlemen's seat, she bent at the waist, putting his face very close to her cleavage. "Yes sir, how can I make your flight more comfortable?" Crystal breathily asked him.
The man's face instantly lit up when she addressed him as sir. Most men really got a kick out of being addressed that way, Crystal had found out. "I would like a glass of your most expensive whiskey, and I'll be needing a hot towel and some assistance when we're in flight," He smoothly said then pulled out his wallet, "This is for you, and I'll have more for you after you bring me that hot towel," He winked as he slyly reached up and unbuttoned one of her shirt buttons and deposited the bills into her bra.
