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First Class - Part 1

Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

him. “What’s the dream?” “What do you mean?” she asked, sipping her drink and watching him with amused eyes over the rim of her glass. “Where to from here?” he explained. “Stay in the skies? Go into training full-time? Management? … You know; the dream?” “Paris to New York route, First Class cabin,” she replied without hesitation. “Really?” Spike asked, clearly surprised. “Hell yes! It’s the number one job in the industry. The perks are incredible; you can live like royalty!” “I thought First Class was just Business Class with blow-jobs,” he said smirking, clearly trying to get a rise out of her and feeling comfortable enough to introduce the topic of sex. “Oh, that’s just a myth,” she dismissed him with a wave of one perfectly manicured hand. “We do blow jobs in business class too; they’re just not included in the ticket price.” Spike had his own drink to his mouth at that moment and ended up spraying it out his nose in laughter, which rapidly morphed into a coughing fit as he tried to expel the champagne from his lungs. The others all laughed too; at Celeste’s lightning comeback and at Spike’s bruised karma. “I think I must have missed that day at the academy,” Vicky giggled, feeling emboldened after a few glasses of alcohol. “Do they run make-up courses?” “Well you laugh,” Celeste said, smiling and waggling a finger at Vicky. “But as we speak there is a mock Boeing 777 training cabin set up next door in the conference suites of our hotel. It’s part of the ‘100 Years in ... Civil Aviation’ celebration. “I was in there this afternoon donating my old rookie uniform to the cause. Tourists come in, dress up like captains or cabin crew and try out the … wait for it … First Class suites!” Vicky’s eyes widened with alarm as she mentally translated what Celeste was saying in the context of her own joke about missed training. At the same time a thrill of excitement coursed through her core, making her vagina tingle and her nipples harden. She discretely leaned forwards against the table so that she could cover her breasts with a forearm, embarrassed that the others would see her arousal. “So …,” Spike leaned back, smiling as he turned half towards Celeste. “Yes?” She mirrored his movements with a mischievous smirk. “So there’s a first class cabin …,” he continued. “Uh huh.” “With those big, lay-back seats?” “Huge ones! With TVs and privacy partitions.” “Here in Coffs?” “Right next door.” “And they let you in there?” “They scanned my keycard so I wouldn’t have to pay the entry fee,” Celeste was clearly enjoying herself. “I can go back whenever I want.” “Interesting,” Spike said, sitting up straight again and facing Bob across the table. “I need another drink. Bob? It’s your shout my fine new friend.” Bob went to the bar as directed and returned with a new bottle of champagne. As he was about to sit down, the music changed: Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers. The video clip on the TV was of course the sexually charged scene from Ghost with Demi Moore ...