Plane Whore

Plane Whore Plane Whore

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Private jets are seductive and they inspire very bad behavior. One young woman discovers what she'll do for a seat on the plane.

Summary

Private jets are seductive and they inspire very bad behavior. One young woman discovers what she'll do for a seat on the plane.

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Submitted: July 12, 2016

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Submitted: July 12, 2016

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There are things I’d do to get on a G5 that I’d never consider for a Lear. Anal, for instance, and maybe a threesome. OK, not maybe a threesome, definitely a threesome. Does that make me shallow and calculating?  Probably. But this level of discernment has been hard won.

I wasn’t always like this. I used to fly commercial to Aspen. It’s a four hour flight between New York and Denver, with a two hour lay-over, and then another hour in the air to the mountains. It takes all day and $600 to get there. And between the skis and the clothes and whatever else I’m schlepping, it’s excruciating. Of course, the runs are amazing, so it always seemed worth the sacrifice of a day at each end of the trip.

Last year I was still a private jet virgin; I hadn’t been turned. That changed when I ran into an old classmate of mine at the Raines Law Room, a swanky cocktail bar in Chelsea. I had no business being there. A twenty dollar cocktail would throw my budget out of whack for a month, but my girlfriend Nina had insisted. “We’ll meet lawyers and investment bankers. Don’t you want to meet guys with money?”

I tried to explain to Nina that lawyers were boring and bankers were worse, but she would hear none of it. I was proud of my decision to go into human rights work, even if it meant my parents still had to help with my rent. So many of my classmates had run off to Wall Street, and I thought their lives were devoid of meaning or scruples.

As usual, Nina was late, so I wound up at the bar, sipping water and looking at my phone. I hardly noticed when a small guy in a navy suit squeezed in beside me and ordered a bourbon. “Amanda, is that you?”

I looked up, startled, and found myself looking into the eyes of someone vaguely familiar. I cocked my head and gave a slight smile. “Oh, hi! How’ve you been?”

“It’s me, Bruce.” I gave him a blank look. “Remember, Bruce Weinstone?”

Then it all came back. Bruce had been an upperclassman in my dorm in college. He had also been utterly unremarkable. He was the quiet guy who played chess in the cafeteria and who studied hard in his room. He still had the same pasty complexion and a bit of a paunch. Fortunately, he was a little more polished than he’d been at twenty. The suit was fine and his oversized Panerai watch telegraphed affluence.

“Oh my gosh… Bruce! What a fantastic surprise. How’ve you been?” I sat up straighter on my bar stool, excited by the prospect of catching up, and of the possibility of extracting a cocktail or two out of him.

“Great. No complaints. Markets are down and I’m shorting them. Haha.”

Gloating as he profited off the misery of others? Clearly, his social skills had not changed, even if his sartorial skills had improved. “Ah, well, good for you! So I guess you work on The Street?”

“Yeah. I’ve got my own firm now. My fund was profiled in Bloomberg Markets last month.”

Bloomberg Markets? I don’t know the magazine. The New Yorker is more my speed.” I took a sip of my water as I tried to look unimpressed.

“Whatcha drinking? It looks too plain.” Bruce pointed to my water. “Lemme get you something with flavor.” He waved a hundred dollar bill at the bartender, who came right over. “Whaddaya want?”

“I’ll take a Sazerac, please.” I remembered Bruce as a very quiet, nerdy guy who was grateful for any attention or kindness. He’d once helped me with some math homework and he always seemed excited when I waved at him on campus. Maybe some of that niceness had lingered, even as it appeared to have been supplanted by something vulgar. I patted the seat next to mine. “I was waiting for a girlfriend, but she’s really late. Will you keep me company?”

Bruce hopped up on the stool, and we got caught up on his life, his business, and all of his adventures. He then spent ten minutes telling me about the killing he’d made shorting some mining stock. I was about to bail on both him and my girlfriend, when he mentioned Aspen. “You go to Aspen? I love the place. That’s where I learned to ski!”

“I’ve got a place there, now. I fucking love the powder on the back of Ajax.”

“You’ve skied the back of Aspen Mountain?” Bruce nodded. “Don’t you need a snowcat to get there?”  I’d been desperate to try that pristine powder, but to rent a seat on a snowcat was $500, an amount on par with my return airfare. I had to budget all year to cover my skiing addiction. While my colleagues were enjoying their Starbucks lattes, I was drinking tap water out of my reusable polycarbonate bottle. Every penny saved went straight into my ski fund.

“Sure, I just book one for the day and then a few of us go crazy. Don’t you ski?” I was staggered that he had remembered my passion from our days in college. “You should join us some time.”  He made it sound so simple.

“Oh, I’d love to. But you know how public interest work is… Saving the world doesn’t pay very well.”

Bruce turned his body towards mine, and drew our barstools a few inches closer. “Oh? Just come with me. Seriously. There’s room on the plane and there’s room in the cat. There’s even room at my place.”

“I don’t know…” And I didn’t. I hadn’t seen Bruce in almost a decade, and he wasn’t the timid little geek I remembered.

“You can even have your own room at my place. It’ll be cool.” I nodded, though I wondered what he meant by “even.” “There will be a few of us at the house. We all like to ski and have a good time. You’ll fit right in.” Bruce shoved his business card at me. “I gotta go now, but if you wanna come, I’m flying out next Thursday afternoon, returning Sunday night. It’s a quickie, but we should get three full days on the slopes.”

I sat at the bar alone, sipping my Sazerac as slowly as possible. I was in no hurry to leave the elegant lounge in favor of the apartment I shared with my three roommates. An hour after she was supposed to arrive, Nina texted me with a lame, “Sorry. Got tied up at work. CU next weekend at my b-day party.”

I texted her back. “Sorry. Must cancel. Going skiing.”

When I got back to my apartment, I went online to check my balances. My bank account said there was only $180 to last me through the end of the month, and my credit card was running on fumes. If I wanted to ski, I’d have to stay with Bruce. When I called my old classmate the next day, to see if that was acceptable, I thought I heard a glimmer of enthusiasm in his voice. But I couldn’t be sure, the conversation lasted all of thirty seconds before he had to take a call on another line.

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Bruce’s assistant told me that “Wheels Up” would be Thursday at 4PM, so I made sure to arrive at Teterboro Airport by 3:30. I packed my cutest apres-ski clothes, as well as my most serious snow gear. The pilot and Susie, the cute blonde flight attendant, dealt with all my luggage, leaving me with plenty of time to wait in the plane.

I’d never been in a private jet before, so I was a bit baffled by the protocol. “Where does Bruce prefer to sit?” Susie pointed at a front seat on the left side of the plane. “And how many people will be joining us?”

“It will be the two of you, Ms. Peters. Would you like something to drink while you wait? We have a fully-stocked bar.”

“A Diet Coke, please.” I looked around at the seats, upholstered in plush cream leather, and it was still unclear to me where I should sit. “Is there a seat where guests typically go?” Susie shrugged and pointed at the seat next to Bruce’s. The leather practically absorbed my body as I sat down.

I pulled a novel out of my purse and tucked it in beside me. If Bruce wanted conversation, I’d talk to him. If Bruce wanted quiet, I was prepared for that too. I was determined to be the best guest ever.

Susie brought me my soda and we waited for Bruce to arrive. We were all just bit players in his personal drama. Even though we were supposed to depart at 4, Bruce didn’t show up on time. At 4:20, a black Mercedes sedan screamed onto the tarmac and he jumped out and rushed into the plane while the flight crew scurried around and put all his luggage in the back. He hardly gave me a glance as he settled into his seat, buckled himself in, and resumed reading a thick stack of briefing notes.

We were aloft within five minutes of Bruce’s arrival. The plane tore down the runway and ascended at a rate I thought only fighter jets achieved. The feeling of acceleration was thrilling.

About fifteen minutes after take-off, Susie reappeared with a Diet Coke for me and some bourbon for Bruce. He didn’t look up from his notes as he grabbed the glass. “Don’t disturb us until we’re twenty minutes from Aspen.”  Susie left us alone and went up to the front of the plane where she slid closed a burled walnut door.

“Finally, some privacy. How’ve you been?” Bruce reached over and took my hand in his.

“Great. I’m really excited about this trip. Thanks for including me.” I squeezed his hand in return and smiled.

“Come here.” Bruce didn’t let go of my hand, he just pulled me over to his seat. There wasn’t much room, so I planted myself across his lap, with one arm around his shoulders. Bruce put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “That’s more like it.”

Bruce wasn’t my type. He’d never been my type. I flashed back to one day in the cafeteria when he’d been so upset by his opponent’s chess move that he’d hurled a handful of pawns across the room. I steeled myself and gave him my most winning smile. “So, what’s the plan for the weekend?”

“I’ve got a full house. I invited a client and a couple of friends to join us.” I nodded enthusiastically, all the while wondering if that meant I still had my own room.

“Oh cool. I bet you have fun friends. What’s the client’s story?”

“The client… well, he’s super-rich and the biggest backer of my fund. Phil is very important to me. I’ll introduce you around when we arrive. Reggie’s making dinner, so we’ll eat together and crash.”

“Who’s Reggie?”

“Reggie takes care of things for me.” It was dawning on me that this would be a house unlike any I’d been in, and a weekend unlike any I had enjoyed.

“And then tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, the powder people will be pick us up at 7:30 to take us to the snowcat, and then we don’t leave the back of Ajax until around 4. We’ll get back to the house by 5. Reggie’s making dinner again. It’ll be easy.”

“It sounds wonderful, Bruce.” His hands were drifting across my body, touching my thighs, my hair, my shoulders. The sensation of his touch wasn’t unpleasant, so I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy his efforts.

“You like this, don’t you?” Bruce had tangled his fingers in my hair as he brought his face up next to mine.

I wasn’t about to tell Bruce that he reminded me of a character in a bad porno. Instead, I pressed my index finger to his lips and whispered in his ear, “Shhhhhh…”

Bruce brought his index finger up to my mouth, and whispered “Shhhhhh…” back to me. And then he inserted his finger into my mouth, watching my every move and response as I feigned enthusiasm for licking his stubby little digit. “Oh, this is gonna be a good weekend. I knew you’d be game.”

Bruce began babbling about the snowcat and the hot chocolate from Switzerland that would be served to us on the way back to his house, all the while maneuvering my body off his lap and onto the floor between his knees. I knew exactly what he was doing, and although I wasn’t going to stop him, it was as if I were watching a car accident in slow motion, my disbelief was so acute.

In a practiced move, Bruce promptly had me kneeling between his legs, in the small gap in front of his seat. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting his semi-erect cock flop out. He put his hand behind my head and firmly guided my mouth down onto his prick. It was all I could do not to roll my eyes. Instead, I gazed up at him with fake longing as his cock hardened in my mouth. Yeah, I was game.

I pretended his penis was a popsicle as I licked it top to bottom, deploying my tongue as if I were a lizard. It felt ridiculous, sticking my tongue out and using only the tip to play with Bruce’s head, but I had a feeling he was the kind of guy whose appetites had been nurtured by brief moments of jerking off in front of hardcore porn whenever he needed a break from gaming. His cock stiffened as I teased it. He must have liked what he saw.

He wasn’t big, so it was straightforward to take him entirely in my mouth, although I faked a choke or two, just for effect. His cock got harder every time I pretend-gagged, so I made sure to play that up. I’d slurp at the head, pulling it between my teeth and teasing the shaft with my fingers, and then I’d bury my face in his crotch, with his cock inserted as deeply as it would go. Bruce gripped my hair and held my head in place while I thought about the snowcat and all the powder we’d be enjoying the next day. I hummed, trying to add a little vibration to his cock and to give him the feeling that I was really into blowing him.

Bruce released my hair so I resumed bobbing. I got my mouth as wet as possible and I slurped at his cock with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. He had begun to lean back in his seat, giving me more room to move. I swirled my tongue around the base and licked each of his balls, producing a deep moan from Bruce. With my hands coated in saliva, I began to stroke the base of his cock rapidly while my mouth kept working on his head. “Oh fuck, Amanda, you’re the best. Don’t stop.”

That had to be Bruce’s way of saying he was about to ejaculate. I redoubled my efforts, sucking with mad abandon and using my lips and tongue strategically over the length of his shaft. At last, I felt the warm, salty goo get released into my mouth. I grabbed a little bottle of water that Susie had left and diluted the lingering taste of Bruce.

Bruce did his pants up, swatted me on the ass, and resumed reading the notes he’d been studying earlier. He gave me a quick glance as I buckled myself into the seat next to him. “You sure know how to make a flight interesting, Amanda. I should have you around more often.”

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”  My novel consumed my attention. When Susie reappeared to let us know we were on final approach for Aspen, I was staggered. The Hawker had taken just over 3 hours to get us to Colorado. With the time difference, we would arrive at Bruce’s place well ahead of our scheduled dinner.

A black SUV was waiting for us as we got out of the plane, and someone took care of all the luggage. I got in beside Bruce, still trying to figure out what the deal was, but willing to roll with whatever I encountered.

Bruce got on his phone and began an convoluted conversation that took us from the airport to the driveway of his place. It was a beautiful modern home, all windows and rectangular surfaces. Bruce ended the call as we entered the house. “Don’t worry about your stuff. Reggie will take care of it.” I nodded, as if this level of service was an everyday thing.

“I’d like to freshen up a bit. Can you point me to the right room?”

“Sure. I’ll have Reggie take you there.” Bruce looked around and yelled. “Reggie… Reggie…” Reggie jogged inside the house, holding my luggage. Bruce waved him towards us and they had a quick, hushed chat.

“Please come with me, Amanda. Would you like a quick tour while I take you to your room?” Reggie seemed helpful and sweet.

“Who’d say no to that? I’d love to see the place.” Reggie lugged my suitcase as he led me slowly through the house. He showed me where the hot tub was, he invited me to take whatever I needed from the kitchen, he pointed out the dining room where we’d be eating, and then he opened the door to a large suite.

I looked around and realized it was Bruce’s bedroom. “Thanks, Reggie. And the bathroom is…”

“Over there, by the mirror, Amanda.”

“Great. I’m going to take a shower and freshen up a bit before dinner. Aren’t you the chef, too?”

“Yes, I do it all. I’ll even be in the cat tomorrow.” Reggie chuckled as he retreated from the room, leaving me alone with my bags.

I found a luggage rack and opened up my suitcase. I pulled out my makeup case and a cute nightie. I hadn’t been sure of the sleeping arrangements, but I’m a planner, so I’d brought something short and lacy just in case.

The shower felt great, and as I was getting out of it, Bruce appeared in the bathroom. I said, “Oh, sorry. Let me give you some privacy.”  I turned my back to Bruce and grabbed a towel.

Bruce intercepted my hand as I was wrapping the towel around my body. “Let me see. When we were in school, I used to wonder what you looked like naked.”

I turned and faced Bruce, lowering my towel to the ground. I stood there damp and chilled, while he looked me up and down. I could see him taking in my full breasts, my flat stomach and my well-toned  legs. “Fuck. You’re still hot. Turn around.”

I gave him a twirl, so he could see my ass, honed over many hours on the rowing machine. “What do you mean by still?”

“Sorry, Amanda. My bad. You’re older than the women I usually date.” I was twenty-nine; his words stung.

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Dinner was amusing. I approached it as a tactician. There were six of us, and I was the only woman. Bruce sat at the head of the table and I sat to his right, next to the wine bottle. Phil, the client, was to my right. I made sure that neither man had a wine glass that got less than half full the entire night. At the end of the evening, Reggie helped me escort Bruce to the bedroom where he promptly fell asleep, still fully-clothed.

I lay awake, perfectly still, next to Bruce for at least an hour. The last thing I remember before I crashed was saying a kind of prayer, “Oh lord, may the powder be worth it.”

Bruce was already up and working when Reggie knocked on the bedroom door with a cup of coffee for me the next morning. “We’re leaving in 30 minutes for the snowcat. Your gear is on the truck. Here’s some caffeine to get you moving.” I moved.

The skiing was as extraordinary as I had hoped. We did multiple runs through the soft powder. Bruce shocked me with his strength and grace on skis, Phil was fast and strong, and I more than held my own. Of course, carving new lines in the backcountry was as exhausting as it was thrilling. When we got back to the house, Bruce announced that he needed a nap before dinner, so the meal was pushed back to 8PM.

Bruce took my hand and led me back to his suite. He whispered, “I don’t really need a nap. I want to be alone with you. How about a shower, first?”

“Sounds perfect. I’m sweaty and nasty. It was tough out there… But great…Thanks again.” He never released my hand as he led me into the bathroom and turned on the rainfall shower. I ran my fingers down his shirt and began to unbutton him. I gave his chest a nuzzle and a lick as we stripped. “Oh, you’re very salty. We definitely need a shower.”

The shower was fairly chaste at first. We soaped each other up and down and then we rinsed each other off with a handheld sprayer. Once I thought I was clean, Bruce turned me around so that I was facing the shower wall. I braced my hands against the surface, while his fingers probed my pussy and played a bit with my clit. I decided to throw him a bone. “Oh, Bruce, that feels great.”

“You like that, don’t you?” Bruce grabbed a bar of soap and began to rub it between my legs with particular enthusiasm. He got his right hand very slick and shoved his index finger up my ass without delay. I was shocked by the speed of the intrusion and the way he worked his finger in and out of the tight knot of muscles. My breathing changed, becoming quick and shallow. “Next, it’ll be my cock.”

My sphincter tightened, and so did the feeling in my chest. “Wouldn’t you rather I blew you, Bruce?... Anal is so, uh, intimate…” The prospect of being butt-fucked by Bruce was not enticing. We hadn’t even fuck-fucked.

“It feels fucking awesome. You’ll love it. Those girls just outta college all do. I know how to treat an ass right.” The price of powder had just gone up.

Bruce squeezed some body wash into his palm. He gave me and his hands one last scrubbing, and then a good, long rinse. I knew I could say “no”, but then what? I’d never be invited back. In Bruce’s world, the girls must be game. I might have to fly commercial back to New York, and I wasn’t even sure I could charge the flight on my credit card. VISA had been sending me hate mail for months.

I watched with relief as Bruce grabbed a couple of condoms and some lube out of a drawer in his bathroom. I brought a dry towel and laid it on top of the duvet. “Where do you want me?”

“Bent at the waist is good. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what you need to do. Now put your belly on the bed.”

I did as I was told, and braced myself for whatever Bruce had in mind. I’d had anal sex before, but only a few times, and never right out of the gate. My boyfriends had to work up to it, and it usually required plying me with a few cocktails, first.

Presenting my ass for Bruce’s taking felt obscene, and yet I waited patiently while he opened up the bottle of lube. He poured a blob on my asshole, and then began the process of opening me up for his cock. To my relief, he took his time, as he massaged and stretched that little muscle. When he slipped in a second finger, I couldn’t help but emit a startled squeak. Bruce paused, “Are you OK?  Should I stop? Go slower?”

His attentiveness disarmed me. “Uh, maybe a little slower, please. I’m not very experienced back there.”

“I can tell, Amanda. You’re really tight. Just try to relax. This may be intense, but it shouldn’t hurt.”

It wasn’t clear how I was supposed to relax. My fingers were clutching a pillow as if my life depended on it, and my legs were splayed with my ass raised. My anus had become an offering to my host.

He got on the bed beside me, and while the fingers of his right hand methodically kneaded my sphincter, Bruce began speaking to me in a quiet voice. “You were amazing on Ajax today, Amanda. You were fearless, the way you attacked the powder. I could hardly keep up with you.”

My breathing calmed and I focused on his fingers as they worked in circles, in and out of my ass. “Yeah, today was good.” I could muster only short, simple sentences. To my surprise, my body had begun to respond to Bruce’s touch, and my hips moved subtly, to accept his fingers.

Bruce ran his left hand over my lips, where I kissed his fingertips. Then he stroked the side of my face, which sent a shiver down my neck to my toes. His left hand drifted along my back and approached his right. He lifted my hips up higher and squeezed his left hand into my crotch where he applied a firm pressure to my clit. Reflexively, I found myself grinding against his fingers. “Oh, Bruce. How’d you learn to do this?”

Bruce whispered in my ear. “Practice.” The thought of Bruce Weinstone as some kind of player, with women writhing at his hands, made me giggle even as I pushed my crotch harder onto him. “Tell me what you want, Amanda.”

I exhaled dreamily, while his fingers toyed with me front and back. “I dunno, Bruce. What do you want?”

He pushed a third finger into my ass, causing the reverie to shatter. “I want to fuck your ass. But I want to hear you say it. And I want you to mean it.”

Bruce’s fingers resumed teasing my clit and I could hardly keep still. The pressure in my rectum only served to heighten the sensations from all the nerve endings being stimulated. I was actually turned on. “I’d like you to fuck me, Bruce.”

“Where?”

“In my cunt, please.”

“No. The only thing that’s going to get fucked today is your ass. If you’re lucky.” He swirled his fingers in and out of my anus as he teased my clit. I was panting so badly, my upper lip had begun to tingle.

“How about my face, Bruce.” The words just fell out of my mouth.

“Your ass or nothing.” I lay on the bed, my head reeling at the prospect of being butt-fucked by Bruce Weinstone, Sexpert. He got on top of me, putting some of his weight on my body, even as he kept up the pace with his hands. I felt his cock pressing into the small of my back.

It wasn’t at the top of my list of things to do on a Friday afternoon, but it was at the top of my mind. I closed my eyes and whispered to Bruce, “Please fuck my ass.”

“Louder, Amanda.”

I raised my voice, “Bruce, please fuck my ass.”

He gave my neck a kiss and said, “Good girl.”  Then he rolled on a condom and got behind me. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my sphincter, and once again, I did my best to relax. “Let me know if this hurts, OK.” He began to push his penis into me. I felt the muscle give a little, and his head was in.

“Please be careful. Go slow. Please.” His body was above mine, forcing my chest deeper into the mattress. I clung to the pillow in front of me.

Bruce pushed slowly, but without hesitation, into my body. His cock entered me a centimeter at a time, while I panted and did my best to accept the intrusion. I tried to stifle them, but I couldn’t help but moan and emit low squeaks. Bruce leaned in and said, “Don’t be shy. I like those noises.”

It took a couple minutes, but his cock was finally fully inside my rectum. Even if I had wanted to stifle my groans, I would have been unable to do so. I felt so stretched and so possessed. Bruce upped his pace, and soon his cock was pumping in and out of me as if he were using any old orifice. Although it was intense and scary, Bruce had been correct--it didn’t hurt. I had adjusted my body to accept him, and he was taking everything that was offered.

Every few thrusts, Bruce would grab or slap my ass, eliciting some surprised noise from my chest. He began to speed up, all the while pushing down on my shoulders, burying himself even deeper into me. It was on the edge of excruciating, and yet I didn’t want him to stop. Bruce grunted, “Touch yourself, Amanda.”

I released the pillow and brought my hands under my hips and teased my clit with the fingers of my right. That little bit of stimulation was enough to get me to the brink. “Oh god, Bruce, I’m so close.”

Bruce heightened his pace, and soon he was fucking me at full throttle. I pressed harder on my clit, panting and moaning along with his every push. My head began to swim, and my body began to twitch. My orgasm was extraordinary. The sensations started in my middle and rolled out to my extremities in waves. Bruce came moments after I did, and his cock pulsed as the rest of his body twitched and spasmed.

Neither one of us moved for about thirty seconds, while Bruce’s cock and my breathing returned to normal. He withdrew, and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he returned a couple of minutes later, I was exactly where he’d left me, with my feet on the floor and my chest on the mattress. Bruce kissed the back of my neck and pulled me up onto the bed beside him. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

“No. You’re full of surprises, Mr. Weinstone.”

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The rest of the weekend was a blur. We skied. We ate. We slept. We hardly touched again, even though I stayed near Bruce on the slopes and sat next to him every night at dinner. After dessert, I’d head to bed first, leaving the men to discuss their exploits, in and out of the boardroom. Bruce would crawl into bed around midnight, and then tuck himself in next to me as if seeking animal warmth, but nothing more. He didn’t make a suggestive comment again until the flight home.

There were three of us, including Phil the client, on the plane on the way back to Teterboro. When we settled into our seats, the guys sat in the back, opposite one another at a table filled with briefing books and spreadsheets. I gave them space by sitting up front, and I gave them privacy by putting in my earbuds. About an hour into the flight, Phil came forward and tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hey, wanna join us? We’re taking a break.” I looked back and saw Bruce waving a bottle of Duvel at me. I put my book away and sat next to Phil on the narrow sofa adjacent to the table. Bruce was opposite me, with his legs jutting out into the aisle.

“Man, you guys were working hard back here. It looked intense! Are you plotting world domination?” I figured I might as well pretend that they were super-heroes, super-villains or super-somethings.

Both men laughed. Bruce spoke first. “Nah. But Phil wanted to know if you and I were dating.”

It wasn’t clear to me what the right answer was. I’d treated Bruce publicly as if he were the hottest man on earth, but it’s not as if we were seeing one another. I looked at Bruce, “I hope you told him I want more of you, but that you can’t stand constraints.”

Bruce smiled. “Go on.”

I touched Bruce’s leg as I improvised. “He’s a free agent. Bruce does what he needs to do and I’m not one to interfere.” But to make the fiction more interesting, I added, “and so do I.”

Bruce pulled me onto his lap and gave the side of my ass a squeeze. “See, I told you Amanda was game. She’s not like those other girls we’ve skied with… So jealous and closed-minded.”

Phil gave me a sly grin. “Bruce said you were special. One of a kind.” I smiled. That was the impression I’d worked all weekend to achieve. “We’re thinking of doing some heliskiing in two weeks. A chopper will pick us up in Aspen and then we’ll fly over to Telluride for the day. Do you wanna come?”

My eyes widened, “Fuck, yeah.”

Phil continued, “We’ll fly out on my plane. It’s a G5, you’ll love it. It’s way better than this piece of shit Hawker.” The two men snorted at one another. “It’ll be just the three of us. Wheels up Thursday at 4.”  Phil then reached over and pulled me off of Bruce’s lap and onto the couch next to him, where his mouth, still tasting of hops, gave me a sloppy kiss. One of his hands reached under my sweater and began kneading my breast. My brain was overloaded as I tried to make sense of the move. It dawned on me that the men had colluded.

I played along because of the plane. Phil was slightly less objectionable than Bruce, if only because he was less familiar.

I returned Phil’s kiss, holding the back of his head with one hand, and letting my other hand feel around for Bruce. He squeezed my fingers as he propelled my hand back towards Phil. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching us together.

Phil was undeterred by our audience. I even wondered if they’d done something like this before; seducing some awe-struck little snow-bunny into getting dirty for their amusement. Probably. It didn’t thrill me, but I knew what was expected if I wanted to be a passenger on the G5. These guys were assholes, but I was game.

I straddled Phil’s lap, grinding my hips into his crotch, all the while kissing his mouth. I tossed my heavy wool sweater aside. Bruce would get a show. Phil grabbed my ass, moving me forward and back against his cock. His breathing changed and his eyes closed. He pushed me next to him so he could undo his fly and unbuckle his belt. I helped him ease his jeans and his plaid flannel boxers down around his thighs.

I gave Bruce a quick glance, and he nodded, confirming this was the correct path. Phil’s cock had hardened, so I took it as deeply as I could while Phil pulled my head down towards the base. Unlike Bruce’s, Phil’s cock was long and meaty. This time, when I choked and sputtered, I did so honestly. Phil leaned back on the couch while I positioned myself on the floor so I could take care of him properly. I thought about powder and the exquisite sensation of floating on top of the fresh snow as I ran my lips and tongue along Phil’s shaft.

My mouth grew dry, so I took a sip of the beer and resumed sucking Phil off. With my hands teasing his shaft and my mouth attacking his head, I could tell Phil was close to coming. I looked over at Bruce and was staggered to find that his jeans were also undone and he was jerking himself off while I worked on Phil. It was a relief that Bruce was deliberately out of reach. I focused all my efforts on Phil and his prick. I just made sure to position my body so that my old classmate had a good view.

Bruce liked porn. I’d give it to him live.

After what felt like an eternity of bobbing and slurping, Phil finally ejaculated into my mouth. I sucked him dry and rinsed his cum down with the last of my Duvel. Phil sat up a bit and looked over at Bruce, so I did as well.

Bruce had moved closer to me, with his cock mere inches from my face. Before I could do anything, a stringy blob of Bruce’s cum landed on my cheek and another on the black lace cups of my bra while Bruce ejaculated in warm streams.

I gave Bruce a look, and he shrugged. I tried to imagine I’d just gotten a blast of fluffy snowflakes.

There was a napkin on the table, which I grabbed as I excused myself to go to the lavatory. It was impossible to clean myself off fully, but I did my best. “Heliskiing” had become my mantra.

As I exited the lav, I looked at Phil. “What’s your assistant’s number. I’ll call her in a few days to get the tail number for your plane. I can’t wait.” I gave him my brightest smile. He scribbled the info on a sheet of paper. The men returned to their conversation and their spreadsheets. I took my cue and walked back to my seat up front, where I resumed reading my novel. I knew my place, but at least it was a place in the fucking plane.


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