Flight Plan

Happy Humpday, everybody!

Sorry for disappearing the last few weeks. A new guy I just trained quit on his second day mid-shift, and since I'm the only person who knows that position I've been forced to take up his shifts until we move to the new schedule. It's been a very annoying few weeks, and my sleep schedule has been royally messed up from swinging between shifts.

Thankfully the new schedule is starting Monday, so I should be back to normal.

I have been working on finishing up Ro-Sham-Bimbo 3 in my spare time. Things seem to be going well, though I'll need to do a fair bit of editing when I'm finally finished. I've made a lot of changes over the last few weeks, and need to make sure I didn't forget to remove some penalty effects that got wrote out during a previous edit.

Anyway, here's a very simple caption, sorry I don't have more ready for you all. This was going to be a short for the BDSMlr page, but I figure it's long enough to go here. Definitely some inspiration from Alyssa's old In-Flight Entertainment captions and story.

Sorry I couldn't really think of a snappier ending, but I might come back to this and make a sequel sometime.

She stood in the private aircraft's doorway, watching as the asshole's guests walked across the tarmac to the stairwell.

Maya Hyklubb had once been a pilot, a damned good one too, but that had been before the chauvinistic bastard bought out her small airline. She'd intended to quit, privately vowing to herself that she'd never fly that man anywhere. Sadly, she'd kept her vow, but not in the way she'd intended.

The day before she planned to resign, she'd been unceremoniously demoted by her new employer to the newly-redubbed stewardess ranking.

And her pilot's license was revoked! She was certain he was behind that too, having purchased the flight school she'd attended years before, the same school that had just decided that her education had been woefully inadequate and revoked her certification.

Needless to say, her attempts to explain the issue to potential employers fell on deaf ears, as her every job interview ended in a harsh 'don't call us, we'll call you' dismissal. There was no shortage of qualified pilots looking for work already, and without the possible legal baggage of being technically de-certified by their flight school.

To her utter disgust and disappointment, she'd had no choice but to don her new uniform and show up for work in her demoted position, and silently pray that her lawyers could settle the issues with her license soon.

Three years later, and Maya had a new name, new breasts, and a very empty bank account as her latest lawsuit fell through, again.

She also hadn't set foot off her airplane in months, per the new stewardess regulations the company had imposed. Her every waking hour was spent aboard plane, servicing guests.

She even slept in the aircraft, in a makeshift cubicle taken from some hotel in Tokyo. The plane's renovated storage compartment was filled with a dozen of the identical sleeping tubes, each reserved for a member of the flight crew.

Maya greeted her employer's latest guests one by one as they stepped aboard, and let the other stewardess see them to their seats.

She sighed as the last entered, and stared longingly out at the pavement, then at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon, and she basked in the early morning rays. It was about all the sun she ever got anymore, though the tanning booth she was required to use each day in the plane's tail section kept her skin well bronzed year round, just like the stewardess handbook required.

“Ah, Miss Hyklubb, looking lovely as always I see.”

She forced herself to smile, as her employer stepped from the stairwell onto his private jet.

“Oh thank you sir, I do my best to always appear presentable,” she cooed, shoving her nearly bare chest forward. She was required to flirt at all times. “Your guests have been seated, will there be any more joining us?”

It was a standard question, and she hardly cared. His private parties aboard were always well attended, and she was certain the flight was going to be the usual nightmare they always were, as she fended off the two dozen horny, drunken guests until they landed.

“Yes, five more should be arriving shortly.”

“I'll just add them to the--” she paused, staring at the flight manifest. There were only four spaces left aboard. “Uh, sir, that's twenty-seven persons on board.”

“Ah, I see those private math lessons were money well spent, Maya,” her billionaire boss chortled.

She barely fought back a glare. The lessons had been one of his many little humiliating additions to her life. She'd graduated college on the Dean's list, yet was forced to take elementary course work taught by a teenager from a local high school near the private airport.

“Very much, sir. A few more lessons, and I'll be ready to learn subtraction,” she said, somehow managing to not add a sarcastic tone to her voice. “But sir, there are only twenty-six seats aboard. One of your guests will have to leave.”

He paused, thinking. Rich or not, he had to follow official procedure, or risk having the airline shut down for violating FDA rules. All passengers had to be seated during takeoff, no exceptions.

“That is a problem. I promised them all a hell of a party, and some of these guests are worth a lot of money, I can't afford to snub them publicly like this...” He frowned, then seemed to make up his mind. “Actually, I think I have a solution. Maya, you'll give up your seat to one of my guests. You don't have a problem with that, do you?”

Her heart leaped. He was going to have her leave the flight?! For the first time in years, she'd be allowed to leave, to walk outside the confines of her aluminum and chrome prison?!

“Absolutely not, sir!” she answered, a little too loudly.

“Wonderful, then it's settled,” he said. She turned to wave the airport crew back, as they pushed the stairwell away from the aircraft. “You'll spend the flight sitting on my lap.”

She stopped, hand frozen mid-wave. He just smirked, and pulled the jet's door closed on her hopes.