1996
LAX Airport
"Dude!" Tyreese said unimpressed. "If you're going to pat me down, at least do a good job of it!"
Ori, Tyreese's best friend slapped himself in the forehead in exasperation. He wanted to speak up, but there was no coming between Tyreese and any goal he set before himself.
"What do you mean?" Asked the perplexed Shprits Airline security guard,
"Look, I know you got a job to do, but you won't find nuttin patting me down like that." Replied the six foot two black man.
Ori did his best to remain silent as Tyreese showed the Shprits Airline security guards some tips and tricks he'd learned growing up in Detroit. In a few quick minutes he'd won them over and everyone was laughing and shaking hands, Ori was stunned! Shprirts Airline had a reputation not only for being thorough, but ruthlessness.
"So why all the security?" Tyreese said putting his bags back together. "The domestic flight we took from Nebraska didn't check us out none."
The security guard he was chatting with spoke up. "We have to be vigilant! Terrorists will cause all sorts of problems if we aren't. You Americans could learn from us!"
Tyreese started laughing. "Who would mess with America? The world loves us! Besides, look what we did you Saddam, we wrecked his army with minimal losses."
The Israeli-born security guards looked at one another, unsure how to reply to his statement. Ori however sensed this and hurried Tyreese to move along. With more smiles and handshakes, he whisked away his friend.
At the aircraft they had to wait on the stewardess who was on the phone. She was about five foot five, with her brown hair pulled back in a bun. She wore the standard black stewardess dress coat with black skirt that was common with Shripts Airlines.
"Shalom! Tyreese, Ori?" She asked.
"That's us." Tyreese stated with a toothy smile.
"Please follow me." She said leading the way.
Ori felt uncomfortable, human interaction wasn't something he enjoyed, he also didn't like being shown his seat, this was a first for him.
"Here we go." She said pointing to two large seats in first class.
"There must be a mistake?" Ori stammered. "Our seats should be further back."
"No mistake, that was security on the phone." She said smiling proudly.
"Yeah?" Tyreese said. "What he say?"
Even with his bad grammar, her smile grew even larger as she spoke. "They said the trick you showed them already worked!"
Tyreese yipped in glee, then hugged his friend, who didn't want to be touched.
The lady continued to speak, "Yes, they were able to screen out a traveller. The LAPD have already been summoned. Please accept our thanks with the upgrade."
"Anything to help, the pleasures all mine!" Tyreese said stowing his bag in the overhead compartment.
"Please let me know if there's anything else I can help you with." She replied.
Ori thought he had seen the woman wink at Tyreese before she left. Once they lifted off the ground Ori drifted off to sleep and Tyreese cracked open his book of Hebrew; he was determined to do well on this trip.
Ori's lawyer had arranged it all, for a small sum of money, Tyreese would spend the summer acting as a body guard for his smaller and paler friend. They would undergo a week of training, followed by their assignment to a base where they'd both be supply techs, working in a warehouse.
Tyreese loved this plan, not only was it easy money, but he could pick up weekend work at an archeological dig. The thought of finding the Holy Chalice, or some other cool relic relaxed him so much that he fell asleep.
The plane shook, and woke Tyreese with a startle. Looking around he found all of the other passengers were passed out and the lights were dimmed. The complimentary champagne had left his mouth dry and his bladder full.
Rising from his seat he moved forward to find the latrine. He spotted the stewardess from before and said hello.
"Shalom!" She replied. "How may I help you?"
Tyreese looked up and down the lady before him, her skin was well tanned as if she surfed in California on weekends. She wore a black form fitting dress-suit with black stockings on her legs and black high heels. About her neck she had a white ascot with bands of bright colours.
Looking into her dark brown eyes, Tyreese wanted to tell her how much he wanted to do her, but settled on something a little more practical. "Uh, yeah, can I get a glass of water?"
"Certainly!" The brown-haired woman replied as she fussed about the plane's kitchen to make him a drink.
Tyreese got a look at her firm ass and well formed calf muscles and found himself speechless! She handed him the drink, which he sucked back in one gulp.
Refreshed he found his voice to reply. "Thank-you."
The plane shook again, and despite her strong legs the stewardess was weak trying to stand in heels. Tyreese stepped forward to help steady her. The plane moved again causing them both to bump into the kitchen wall.
The plane stopped shaking, leaving them wrapped in one-another's arms and feeling embarrassed.
"Are you ok?" Tyreese asked looking down into the woman's eyes.
He noticed right away that she didn't pull away from his grasp, his large basketball hands rested on her hips. He didn't have an erection before, but the sleeping giant in his drawers had been awakened.
Their eyes were locked for barely a moment, but to Tyreese time appeared to have stopped. His senses increased as he now detected her perfume and sweat upon her body. He would have sworn her could hear her heart beating faster and her breathing become shallow.
Tyreese was shocked when his protruding erection poked the stewardess her stomach, there was no way for him to say it was his belt. He was surprised to see her mouth open not in shock, but in awe!
Time resumed as Tyreese brought his face to meet the woman he held. He dared to tempt fate, to see what it brought him. When their lips mashed together he knew he'd made the right choice.
Knowing that sex wasn't an option in the kitchen of plane with only a curtain to provide privacy, Tyreese decided to savour this woman's kisses. Her lips were full and wet as they wrestled with his.
Pulling back for air Tyreese was surprised when she brought her mouth back again for another kiss. Giving into her demands he yelped in surprise when she tried to nibble at his lower lip.
"Hey!" He declared softly in surprise.
"What are you afraid of American?" She asked.
"Nuttin." Tyreese said trying to sound brave.
A cough on the other side of the curtain ended the conversation. They moved apart and feeling flustered Tyreese forgot where he was going.
"Hey, is it cool if I pay the pilot a visit?" He asked as another stewardess entered the kitchen ignoring them both.
"You must be American!" She said smiling. "One simply doesn't just walk onto the cockpit."
Tyreese opened his mouth to protest, then the answer came to him. "Terrorism?"
She nodded in reply, smiling at his understanding. Tyreese however just wanted to piss now that sex wasn't an option. As if she were a mind-reading flight attendant she pointed to the latrine on the right.
"This is the one you should use." She said with a wink.
