The East Side Girls (Seeking 'Clientele'. Please PM for Details)

[FaveGirlFriday]

The East Side Girls
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A group of adventurous flight attendants decide to organize their own prostitution ring. This story includes detailed descriptions of their encounters.

We are currently seeking new 'clients' for dates. If you have a specific fantasy that you've been wanting to explore with a high end working girl, please PM the girl(s) you wish to write with, so that we can set up our role playing interaction. Open to men and women, or anyone in between.

Characters include:


Holly Morgan (Impatient). 42 yrs old, petite, dark blond hair, expressive chocolate brown eyes, hourglass figure. Recently divorced. Doesn’t have to work but finds being a flight attendant exciting. Loves to travel. Just coming into her sexual peak, looking for something new, something naughty. Ready to take some risks.

Abigail/Abbi Tanner (zoelikesjam). 18 yrs old. Long red curly hair, normally worn in a lose bun with tendrils of curls, which she constantly tucks behind her ear. Sparkling green eyes, pale ivory skin which blushes easily.
Slim but very curvey, very innocent, little sexual experience, reluctant to experience before marriage, brought up with values. Enjoys reading, straight A student.
Very popular, very friendly, easy to get along with.

Julia Conti (Shywanting). Age 25, long black hair, blue eyes, 5'8, weight 150, physique: ample breasts with hips that match. Uninhibited, loves to explore, enjoys a good party, and has a thing for older, confident men.

Pamela March (FaveGirlFriday). Age 26. Sandy blonde hair, blue/green eyes. Long-legged, big smile, a bit wild, and always stylish.


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Pamela and Holly had come up with the idea.

The four girls had met while in flight attendant training. They developed a close bond over the two months that they had lived together in virtual isolation. It was decided early on that they would all share an apartment in the city that they were assigned to. They were excited for the time that they would get to spend together between trips, exploring a new city. Four women set to share an incredible new adventure in their lives.

They had insisted on setting up house in the more fashionable part of town. They were determined to live in the very heart of the city's chic center. They were young, and lovely, and more than ready to show themselves off.

They had found their dream flat. A modern, light filled-charmer, located in a building that included an elevator service. There was miraculously enough space that the women didn't feel claustrophobic or piled atop one another.

What they hadn't planned on was the exceptionally high rents that accompanied coming home from a trip to such a posh address. But even on their meager starting salaries, they made it work.

Or rather, they scraped by. They still took advantage of the nightlife that they assumed that living centrally would provide; there was never a shortage of men ready to take them out. But it was the absence of other things that they had begun to notice.

"I miss shopping," Pamela confessed to Holly one night as they lounged about, wine glasses in hand. "And shoes. New ones."

Holly could empathize, but not relate. She had received a handsome reward settlement from her recent divorce, enabling her to live quite comfortably. She had become a stewardess for the thrill of new opportunities, not to make money.

"Have you considered taking on a second job?" Holly questioned.

The two women looked at each other, and moments later, simultaneously began to laugh. Pamela was far too enamored with her beauty sleep and socializing to ever consider it.

It was on nights like these that Pamela and Holly would share with one another much more than just the bare details of their dating lives. Both women were very open about their sexuality, and although they suspected that their roommate Julia was too, Pamela sometimes wondered if her young friend, Abbi, was still literally a virgin.

And so it was entirely plausible that if the other girls had been home that night, Pamela and Holly's plan to start a high end call service would never have been launched. It simply wouldn't have been brought up.

But the thought exhilarated and terrified them to the point that neither could ignore it. They sat up for hours discussing how they could organize themselves and solicit business.

In theory, it would be a relatively easy setup. The women had all been approached by men, both in the airport and inflight, who had essentially propositioned them. In all honesty, many of them had been attractive enough that the women had been tempted even without the alluded to offer of compensation.

So, they had the clients, they had the location (layover hotels), they had the product (their juicy selves), and they had the motivation (erotic adventurism and Jimmy Choo).

Now, if they could just convince the other girls that this was a fabulous idea...

 

[impatient]

Holly had just finished her shift and sauntered into the Sky Bar, looking forward to the “meeting” with the girls that Pamela had arranged. All four of them had been working non -stop since flight training. It was a perfect confluence of events that they could all meet up. She missed her girls and was in the mood for a little fun.

Holly smirked to herself as she swirled her chardonnay. Fun yes, and also, it could be the start of an exciting adventure- for all of them.

Holly had just finished her first glass of wine when Pamela strode into the bar. She smiled as Pamela came over and they both squealed like girls in high school at seeing one another.

“Hi sweetie, so good to see you!” Holly gushed, as she gave Pamela a big hug. Even though she felt on the same level as the other three, she was the oldest of the group and had a natural maternal instinct for all of them. “I was hoping you weren’t going to chicken out of our naughty little plan,” Holly added, giving her a wink.

“Not at all, lady,” Pamela replied, nodding to the bartender for a drink as she hung her jacket over the chair and sat down. “You know I want those Jimmy Choo’s!”

They laughed. The waitress set another glass down. “Do you guys want a bottle of the Chardonnay?” she asked.

Holly winked at Pamela. “Yes, that would be a great start,” she replied. “Actually, I think we’ll also need a bottle of champagne please,” she said, “We may have something to celebrate.”

With that, Julia and Abbi appeared and the squealing started all over again. They finally all settled down, and after they filled each other in on the recent drama, Julia noticed the champagne sitting next to Pamela and gave her a questioning look.

“What’s with the champagne Pam?” Julia asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do you guys have something to tell us?”

Holly and Pamela looked at each other and burst out laughing. They almost couldn’t regain their composure, as tears started to run down their face. Even though both of them were sure of the plan, they were still a bit nervous, and hesitant to say it aloud.

“Well….” Holly began, “You know that the airline pays us peanuts and how much Pam likes to shop….”

Julia and Abbi smiled, rolling their eyes and nodding.

“And you know that I need a fresh start on life and I am craving some adventure….”

“Yeah…” they both answered in unison, their mouths hanging open in anticipation.

“We found a way to do that, and make us ALL filthy rich to boot!”

Holly looked from left to right, making sure no one was within earshot, and bent her head forward.

“How would you girls like to……” she whispered, filling them in on their fabulous business proposition. She continued to talk to Abbi and Julia, with Pamela filling in details and added support as needed, when they would give a questioning look.

Holly finished talking and straightened up in her chair, giving each of them a knowing glance.

“What do you say girls? Shall I open the champagne?”

 

[Shywanting]

Holly had just finished her shift and sauntered into the Sky Bar, looking forward to the “meeting” with the girls that Pamela had arranged. All four of them had been working non -stop since flight training. It was a perfect confluence of events that they could all meet up. She missed her girls and was in the mood for a little fun.

Holly smirked to herself as she swirled her chardonnay. Fun yes, and also, it could be the start of an exciting adventure- for all of them.

Holly had just finished her first glass of wine when Pamela strode into the bar. She smiled as Pamela came over and they both squealed like girls in high school at seeing one another.

“Hi sweetie, so good to see you!” Holly gushed, as she gave Pamela a big hug. Even though she felt on the same level as the other three, she was the oldest of the group and had a natural maternal instinct for all of them. “I was hoping you weren’t going to chicken out of our naughty little plan,” Holly added, giving her a wink.

“Not at all, lady,” Pamela replied, nodding to the bartender for a drink as she hung her jacket over the chair and sat down. “You know I want those Jimmy Choo’s!”

They laughed. The waitress set another glass down. “Do you guys want a bottle of the Chardonnay?” she asked.

Holly winked at Pamela. “Yes, that would be a great start,” she replied. “Actually, I think we’ll also need a bottle of champagne please,” she said, “We may have something to celebrate.”

With that, Julia and Abbi appeared and the squealing started all over again. They finally all settled down, and after they filled each other in on the recent drama, Julia noticed the champagne sitting next to Pamela and gave her a questioning look.

“What’s with the champagne Pam?” Julia asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do you guys have something to tell us?”

Holly and Pamela looked at each other and burst out laughing. They almost couldn’t regain their composure, as tears started to run down their face. Even though both of them were sure of the plan, they were still a bit nervous, and hesitant to say it aloud.

“Well….” Holly began, “You know that the airline pays us peanuts and how much Pam likes to shop….”

Julia and Abbi smiled, rolling their eyes and nodding.

“And you know that I need a fresh start on life and I am craving some adventure….”

“Yeah…” they both answered in unison, their mouths hanging open in anticipation.

“We found a way to do that, and make us ALL filthy rich to boot!”

Holly looked from left to right, making sure no one was within earshot, and bent her head forward.

“How would you girls like to……” she whispered, filling them in on their fabulous business proposition. She continued to talk to Abbi and Julia, with Pamela filling in details and added support as needed, when they would give a questioning look.

Holly finished talking and straightened up in her chair, giving each of them a knowing glance.

“What do you say girls? Shall I open the champagne?”

To Julia, the only thing shocking about Holly and Pamela's business proposition was that it didn't surprise or shock her in the least.

"You know, in a way I've already been doing this, and so have a lot of our co-workers." Julia calmly declared while swirling the chardonnay in her glass.

Pamela's eyes grew wide. "You have?! They have?! No way!"

"Sure, you work in the first class cabin for a long international flight. A nice looking, wealthy guy comes on to you several times. You have a long layover in, say, Rome. Nice looking, wealthy guy promises to show you the beautiful sites of his romantic city personally, along with its finest restaurants, wines, hotels, and even shopping. You know very well that there is no chance of a long term relationship developing, just a few days of wining and dining and sex. I've seen other flight attendants do this lots of times. Hell, I've done it myself." Julia explained.

"Yes, but you didn't get paid, right?" Holly asked.

"No, not in cash anyway, but I was given a few pieces of expensive jewelry and two couture dresses," Julia smiled devilishly, "We just had to go shopping. He wanted to attend the opening night of the opera and I didn't have a thing to wear!"

The other women burst out laughing.

"Anyway, you can pop the cork on that champagne and count me in. I love my job, but I'm sick of the poverty. It was okay when I was in University but now twenty-five is too fucking old to be sleeping on a futon on the floor."

 

[zoelikesjam]

As I listened to the girls chatter I was silent. And blushing. Now there was a surprise. Talk about sex and my brain seems to shut down its four walls and protects me.

It was Holly who leaned forwards and spoke to me
"Are you okay Abbi?"
This caught the attention of the others and immediately all eyes where on me. A nightmare as I didn't like being centre of attention.
Julia placed her hand on my arm and rubbed it affectionately, Pamela looked concerned

"I don't think I can do this girls, I'm really sorry. I..."

"You what Abbi?" Holly asked, I noticed Pamela shoot her a 'shush' look but she ignored her and continued "Come on Abigail, what's the matter"

"Yeah Abbi, spit it out will you" Julia said rubbing my arm still

"I'm a virgin, I've never even gotten past kissing. My parents, they don't believe in sex before marriage, and to be fair I'm not sure If I do. I'm really sorry to let you all down, but I simply can't do this"
I stood and grabbed my coat from the back of the chair, and with a whispered "I'm sorry" I left the three of them to their champagne and made my way out of the bar, hoping to high heaven none of the girls noticed my tears.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Pamela rose up from the table to follow Abigail. She motioned to the other girls to stay seated.

"It's my fault," she said, addressing them, "I kind of knew that she was inexperienced. I'll go find her, explain to her that we were kidding around."

She turned to leave but then paused, and lowered her voice to a whisper, "Although, can you even imagine how much damn money she could make selling her virginity?" Pamela asked with a wink.

In her stiletto-boots, Pamela had a hard time catching up with the speedy little redhead, but she was nothing if not determined.

"Abbi, wait!" She said, grabbing her friend's arm.

Abigail tuned to face her, cheeks damp with tears.

"Oh, baby!" Pamela cooed, pulling her friend in for a hug.

"Why the tears, sugar? We were just messing around. There's nothing wrong with waiting to have sex." The young girl continues to sniffle. Pamela gently pushes up on the bottom of Abbi's chin until their eyes meet. The blonde smiles down at her.

"Nobody wants you to turn into a big ho like Julia or Holly, honey."

At this, Abbi gives a small smile.

"I promise, we won't ask you again, sugar. Is that what upset you so much? We would never expect you to do anything that you weren't comfortable with. But...is there something else, Abbi?"

 

[patrick1]

P J Carrington

...dreams of flying...

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

Pamela returned to their table in The Sky Bar sans Abigail. When she realized that her friend was beyond consolation, Pamela had helped her into a cab and promised to see her at home. She felt terribly that they had broached the subject with her when they had never sussed out whether or not she was inexperienced. It just didn't seem right to pry, and Abbi had never opened up much about her past.

"She's out," Pamela proclaimed as she took her seat. "At least for now, anyway. We'll just continue on without her, and if and when she decides to join us, the more the merrier," she ended with a smirk.

In truth, it wouldn't be the same if they couldn't get Abigail on board. The beautiful red head possessed a purity of spirit that was rare. Not only would she appeal to a wide swath of clients, she was a dear friend that they wanted to share their exploits with.

When she's ready.

"So girls, let's talk details."

 

[impatient]

“Awww, that sucks! Alright, when and not if, she joins us, we are going to make it ALL worth her while. She’s so fucking hot, too….I might just deflower her myself,” Holly replied, biting her lip. All the girls cracked up, with each one declaring “dibbs” on Abbi.

“Okay, seriously though, how to start...” Holly said, taking on a professional tone, “Remember that movie? The one that was called..” her brow furrowed in thought. But then, looking at the other girls’ faces, she figured it was probably before their time anyway. “Fuck it- anyway….I saw this movie once where these girls were starting up a similar gig, and they had business cards made up for each girl to hand out to their “clients.” If there was someone that the girl was interested in, she would hand him – or her- as the case may be, a business card and tell them a secret password…so when the girls would get a call, they would know that it was definitely someone that was handpicked.”

Holly finished up her second glass of wine, and was feeling pretty good at this point.

“I think it’s time to pop this cherry.” Holly reached for the champagne, and started to twist the wire apart. She aimed the bottle away from the girls, popped the cork and paused.

“Ready? To The East End Girls!” With that, she shook the bottle a few times and let ‘er go, holding the bottle above Pam’s head as the golden liquid started pouring out, leaving Pam with no choice but to open her mouth and swallow. She then rushed it over to Julia’s pouty lips and let it run down her face until she opened up. Holly brought it back towards her own upturned face and let it pour in, with some of it overflowing all over her blouse. They were all laughing so hard that it seemed like an eternity until they had regained their composure.

“That's a good start," Julia joked, "We all have to get used to swallowing now, eh?" They all cracked up again.

“Oh my God, my stomach hurts!" Pam gushed. She took a deep breath and exhaled. "I like the card idea Holly, and I think we should choose a password that is not too obscure. We need to have one that could be used in normal everyday conversation," Pam paused, looking away for a moment. "How ‘bout this? When we pick out our fucktoy, we say something like, “Here’s my card. Let me know if you get bored and need some “stimulation.” I think that will let them know EXACTLY what we are referring to..” she added, giving the girls a knowing look.

Holly and Julia both nodded in agreement.

“Okay, great!” Holly exclaimed, “I’m glad you girls are on board with it….cuz…I already took the liberty of making up the business cards for all of us!” She turned and grabbed her purse, pulling out a stack of business cards. “Pam, this is for you….Julia- yours,” handing out the cards to each one.

“I made some for Abbi too, which I will hold onto until she is ready." Holly said.

"Now, all we have to do is find our “trick,” Julia replied with a mischievous grin. “Like that one,” nodding her head toward the gorgeous man who was just exiting the bar.

 

[patrick1]

It was going to be the biggest meeting of his life.

Don't get too drunk, P J.

No, but it's not till tomorrow.

He sat at the airport bar, nursing his vodka tonic, trying to remember the plots of his novels, rehearsing what he would say to the Executive Producer Glenn Corey tomorrow. You see Glenn, the corruption angle strikes a chord in Detective Morrisson, because in his own dark past...

Mm. A couple of flight attendants sashayed by. A flash of blond hair. A chirrup of laughter. Two eminently spankable pairs of buttocks.

If only his crime stories could accommodate international travel he could fantasise his detective into much more glamorous situations. Jolene (c'mon man, think of a better name) was the only one who knew the truth about the evil pilot Dirk Beauregard. Fortunately she had always had a thing about crumpled Englishmen, and here he was...

Trouble was, his detective was a gritty investigator in a gritty city in northern England whom the American producers were thinking about transplanting to gritty Brooklyn if he could just convince them tomorrow.

Trouble also was - someone was calling his flight for the last time. He downed his drink, and headed for the gate, the laughter of those pretty American women still resounding in his ears.

But surely - as he boarded his flight behind two broad-of-beam matrons – wasn't the flight attendant, wasn't she the blonde he'd glimpsed earlier, waiting to greet them? It surely was. He felt as if her smile changed from polite to genuine as he approached.

Don't be such an egotist, PJ.

Heck, man, be grateful for the gifts life brings.

'Morning, sir,' and he couldn't decide if she was being sardonic or...

He looked her in the eyes, just saying 'Morning,' but yes...

Maybe it was because of the moment – the mood, the drink early in the day - the day before the day of the most important meeting of his life – but as he sat in his aisle seat, perched beside the matrons he'd followed on to the plane, and saw another fllight attendant, just ahead, bending to attend to a passenger a few seats ahead so her buttocks stretched within her skirt - hell, he felt something raw stirring within him...

 

[Shywanting]

"Carry on bags get fucking bigger every flight." Julia muttered to herself while trying to assist two cranky, bossy old hags who not only boarded well before their assigned group number, but asked for drinks before take off. Julia was having as hard a time trying to stuff their carry ons in the overhead bin as they were trying to stuff their oversized rumps into their assigned seats. Julia was aware of the button on her blouse straining against her breasts, the small dribble of sweat making it's way down her cleavage, and that her ass was indignantly pressing against her tight skirt as she labored to jam in the suitcase above her. What the hell was she doing?

"I'm sorry, Ladies, these bags are much too big to fit in the overhead compartment. They'll have to be checked." Julia declared, bracing herself for yet another argument from yet another customer who thought they were special. Sure enough, the battle-ax rattled on about how they could not allow their bags to be checked, they both had a chronic illness and could not live without their meds, and this particular airline always lost luggage. Julia felt the frustration of the passengers behind her waiting to get past the blocked aisle to board. Enough was enough.

"Ladies, I'm very sorry. These bags are too big and cannot fit overhead. They simply aren't safe. There are numerous places inside the terminal stating the proper size for carry on luggage, including one where you checked in and another where you boarded the aircraft. I can not allow this matter to delay our flight. Now, either these bags are checked, or both of you can de-plane, buy smaller carry-on bags and pack them with fewer items, and fly at a later time."

Julia could not believe her ears when she heard a small smattering of applause behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw a group of passengers smiling, clapping, and enjoying her lecture, but it was the handsome guy she had spotted in Sky Bar who seemed to be enjoying it the most. Julia looked him in the eye and gave a small, hesitant smile before turning back to the two unhappy hags before her.

"Well, I never! You are a very rude young woman, you know that?" The first hag admonished her.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Madam, I'll just have these checked for you then." Julia stated and then made the difficult journey to the front of the plane, going the opposite direction of incoming passengers, with two oversized bags in tow. Nonetheless, Julia hesitated slightly as she reached the seat of the handsome man from the bar and gave him a little wink as she passed by.

Amazingly, the rest of the boarding proceeded smoothly. Four more oversized bags had to be checked, but the customers accepted the fate of their luggage immediately, knowing better than to argue. After the plane was in the air, past its initial ascent, Julia began to make coffee for her first class passengers. As she poured water into the machine, Julia replayed the exchange in her mind and smiled. She resolved to use the tactic more often in the future. "Amazing," she muttered under her breath, "you put one in their place, and the rest fall into line."

A deep voice behind her caught her off guard. "Well, I know I would fall into any line you'd like."

 

[patrick1]

If everything went right for him in New York, he'd be travelling first class himself soon enough. So why shouldn't he use their bathroom?

OK, OK, so he was preparing his defence, because the black-haired one, the one who had given the old biddies short shrift about their bags, was between him and his seat back in Economy.

But hadn't she winked at him too?

No, he hadn't imagined it.

And instead of putting him in his place now, she seemed preoccupied, not noticing him, and was muttering under her breath, just like he did at home when no-one could hear: '..the rest fall into line.'

His response came before he thought about it: 'Well, I know I would fall into any line you'd like.'

She seemed a little disconcerted; surely that was the start of a blush? Ah, no: he hadn't meant that. As he squeezed past her - what had got into him today? There was more room than this but he wanted the slight touch - he murmured, very quietly, 'Those old biddies deserved a good spanking didn't they? Trouble is, they'd probably have enjoyed it.'

He was on an adventure. That was what must be causing this, he concluded a little later, back at his seat, trying not to watch out for the flight attendant, an therefore conscious of where she was all the time. He was out of his comfort zone, without a care or responsibility in the world, for a day. And he felt giddy, like he could probably fly the plane, if called upon.

Jean Claude van Damme was doing something extraordinary across the roofs of skyscrapers, on the in-flight movie, and PJ knew he could do that too, right across Manhattan.

He had some business cards with him, with his Greek address, and email, and a little crappy photo of himself. He scrawled through that side of one of the cards, and wrote on the other: HOTEL PENNSYLVANIA WEST 32nd, TWO NIGHTS ONLY, NEVER BEEN TO NEW YORK BEFORE, WONDER IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO SHOW ME AROUND. SPANKINGS OPTIONAL.

He was going too far.

He prepared a second one, without the SPANKINGS OPTIONAL.

What the hell, he would never pass this way again, for all he knew.

He sat back in his seat, and waited for the chance to slip one of the cards into the flight attendant's hand. His heart wasn't even thudding. He closed his eyes. Deep breaths. He saw her blue eyes. Her buttocks in the skirt. Her sardonic smile. Her wink. Smelled the scent of her up in first class. And he waited.

 

[impatient]

Days after The Sky Bar meeting, Holly was working a flight from LAX to JFK, and she was anxious to start moonlighting. Those business cards were burning a hole in her pocket. Still, she had to be careful. What they had decided to do was risky, dangerous even. The girls had developed a list of safeguard rules – and it was ironclad. If one of them had an appointment with a client, she would text the other three the important details-who, where and when. Each girl had to text again soon after the meet up, to let the other ones know things were cool. And they had all agreed the client had to be a passenger so all of his or her personal information was available in case things went south. Everything was in place.

Holly perused the isles after all the passengers were settled for any last minute requests. She couldn’t help but notice one of the men in first class. He was simply beautiful, truth be told. Tall, dark hair, with piercing green eyes. She spied a wedding ring. Oh well- that didn’t really matter now, did it? She stifled a giggle. He was deep in thought, his laptop out, typing intermittently and totally unaware of what was going on around him. She had already heard the announcement to put all electronic devices away. A perfect excuse to make contact.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to put that away now,” she said, glancing towards the laptop. “I’m intrigued. What or who has captured all of your attention?”

{ ezwriter to post for Holly }

 

[ezwriter]

Days after The Sky Bar meeting, Holly was working a flight from LAX to JFK, and she was anxious to start moonlighting. Those business cards were burning a hole in her pocket. Still, she had to be careful. What they had decided to do was risky, dangerous even. The girls had developed a list of safeguard rules – and it was ironclad. If one of them had an appointment with a client, she would text the other three the important details-who, where and when. Each girl had to text again soon after the meet up, to let the other ones know things were cool. And they had all agreed the client had to be a passenger so all of his or her personal information was available in case things went south. Everything was in place.

Holly perused the isles after all the passengers were settled for any last minute requests. She couldn’t help but notice one of the men in first class. He was simply beautiful, truth be told. Tall, dark hair, with piercing green eyes. She spied a wedding ring. Oh well- that didn’t really matter now, did it? She stifled a giggle. He was deep in thought, his laptop out, typing intermittently and totally unaware of what was going on around him. She had already heard the announcement to put all electronic devices away. A perfect excuse to make contact.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to put that away now,” she said, glancing towards the laptop. “I’m intrigued. What or who has captured all of your attention?”

{ ezwriter to post for Holly }

Jess Banfield was 45 a marketing VP for a software start-up who'd just signed a deal with a major new client for his firm. He was excitedly finishing up a summary memo for his supervisor, when he felt Holly's approach, inhaled her intoxicating scent and then felt her supple fingers on the back of his wrist.

He'd been engrossed, trying to get the loose ends of the deal tied up so he could relax on the flight and focus on his next meetings in New York. That's why he hadn't noticed Holly or any of the crew or any of the announcements. But now, as his gaze traveled up her arm to the sexy curves of her body snuggly confined in her fitted uniform, his attention shifted rather suddenly.

Their eyes met. Jess was a veteran traveler and so a veteran stewardess-flirt. He didn't even bother trying to hide it anymore. Because just as sexy cocktail waitresses used their natural talents to goose their tips, Jess knew being the hottest guy on in a cabin full of old suits would garner him the best services and quickest refills.

"Well, you've got my attention now... Holly." He always made a point to read the small name badge pinned conveniently above the splendid rise of Holly's tits. It was a memo to my boss. But I suppose it can wait, can't it? I mean, you're the boss here, aren't you?"

Jess powered down his laptop and gave Holly a smile that somehow neutralized the presence of his wedding ring. He was certain from the smiling gaze she returned, that his in-flight service would be quite attentive this evening.

 

[impatient]

Jess Banfield was 45 a marketing VP for a software start-up who'd just signed a deal with a major new client for his firm. He was excitedly finishing up a summary memo for his supervisor, when he felt Holly's approach, inhaled her intoxicating scent and then felt her supple fingers on the back of his wrist.

He'd been engrossed, trying to get the loose ends of the deal tied up so he could relax on the flight and focus on his next meetings in New York. That's why he hadn't noticed Holly or any of the crew or any of the announcements. But now, as his gaze traveled up her arm to the sexy curves of her body snuggly confined in her fitted uniform, his attention shifted rather suddenly.

Their eyes met. Jess was a veteran traveler and so a veteran stewardess-flirt. He didn't even bother trying to hide it anymore. Because just as sexy cocktail waitresses used their natural talents to goose their tips, Jess knew being the hottest guy on in a cabin full of old suits would garner him the best services and quickest refills.

"Well, you've got my attention now... Holly." He always made a point to read the small name badge pinned conveniently above the splendid rise of Holly's tits. It was a memo to my boss. But I suppose it can wait, can't it? I mean, you're the boss here, aren't you?"

Jess powered down his laptop and gave Holly a smile that somehow neutralized the presence of his wedding ring. He was certain from the smiling gaze she returned, that his in-flight service would be quite attentive this evening.

Holly felt her eyes twinking in response to this charmer in first class. She gave him a sexy smirk, “Well, I suppose I am the boss here. You will behave yourself, I hope?” She usually wasn’t like this, openly flirting with a passenger, but he had started it and she was game for something new. Holly let her gaze travel the length of his body, making damn sure he would notice.

 

[ezwriter]

Holly felt her eyes twinking in response to this charmer in first class. She gave him a sexy smirk, “Well, I suppose I am the boss here. You will behave yourself, I hope?” She usually wasn’t like this, openly flirting with a passenger, but he had started it and she was game for something new. Holly let her gaze travel the length of his body, making damn sure he would notice.

Jess noticed and always enjoyed the attention of flight attendants, receptionists, waitresses and colleagues. At home, the years of marriage had taken their toll on the spontaneity he and Julie had once enjoyed. It was inevitable with the stress of work and kids and occasionally the old spark came back into the bedroom. But not often enough for Jess's liking. Not when he could attract the attention of hotties like Holly.

When the plane had taken off and she was up moving around the cabin, Jess reclined the plush leather seat, plugged into his iPod and asked Holly for a pillow

 

[zoelikesjam]

OOC-Girls, I'm back ready to post so just let me know when you want to set up our little rendezvous.

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I sat in the apartment brooding over what Holly had suggested. It was disgraceful. It was filthy and disgusting and I couldn't help myself being so damn turned on by it I wanted to cry.

I felt dirty just enjoying the thought. The furthest I'd ever gone with a boyfriend was a few months ago, back in college. We were kissing in my Dorm and he started fumbling with my blouse. When he finally managed to undo the buttons his fingers brushed against my nipples sending waves of pleasure rushing through me.
I had stopped it at the point out sheer panic that we would end up fucking.
My strict mother had drilled into my head that good girls wait for their wedding night.
I was starting to disagree with her though, after watching my friends go on dates and enjoy themselves.
All I seemed to do was work, sleep and shop. At least I still had Daddies credit card and my allowance.

I was off flight duty for a few weeks now, taking my turn and working the desks at the airport. It suited me fine, It was much nicer than having dirty old men leering at me on the flight.
The only thing I really hated was going back to the apartment on my own. It was really crap being alone and I couldn't wait for the girls to come home.

I jumped up from the sofa, and went to grab a book from the bookshelf. Time to try and take my mind from Holly and Pamela's idea.
As I snuggled up on the sofa with my book and blanket, it wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep.

 

[impatient]

Jess noticed and always enjoyed the attention of flight attendants, receptionists, waitresses and colleagues. At home, the years of marriage had taken their toll on the spontaneity he and Julie had once enjoyed. It was inevitable with the stress of work and kids and occasionally the old spark came back into the bedroom. But not often enough for Jess's liking. Not when he could attract the attention of hotties like Holly.

When the plane had taken off and she was up moving around the cabin, Jess reclined the plush leather seat, plugged into his iPod and asked Holly for a pillow

God, this is crazy. Holly was beginning to wonder what the hell she was doing. Sure, on paper and with the girls, it was easy to talk about their new business…but now, here was the moment of truth. An extremely handsome passenger, who was sitting in first class- so obviously he has the funds, and he was flirting with her. This was too easy. She hadn’t heard from any of the other girls so she would probably be the first to go. What would they think if she chickened out? She was the oldest, the most experienced- she almost felt like she had to, or else the business would surely fall through. And hey, if she didn’t like it, it would be a one and done, and she would have some extra cash in her pocket. She nodded, as if the two people inside her were finished their conversation and the decision was made.

She looked over at her potential “client” and he was motioning her over for a pillow. She took a deep breath, and grabbed one off the shelf.

“Pillow Sir?” she said in the sultriest voice she could muster.

 

[ezwriter]

"A pillow would be lovely, Holly," Jess smiled as Holly leaned in to lay it on his headrest. He settled back into the softness, but Holly seemed to linger over him... her perfume and the join of her breasts quite arousingly near. Before she straightened up, Jess murmured, "Too bad you're working, I'd invite you to pull up a pillow."

His eyes met hers as she stood. And they shared a private moment of longing, lusting, imagining.

 

[impatient]

"A pillow would be lovely, Holly," Jess smiled as Holly leaned in to lay it on his headrest. He settled back into the softness, but Holly seemed to linger over him... her perfume and the join of her breasts quite arousingly near. Before she straightened up, Jess murmured, "Too bad you're working, I'd invite you to pull up a pillow."

His eyes met hers as she stood. And they shared a private moment of longing, lusting, imagining.

Holly smiled. “Yes, that is too bad. But then, if I did that….who would be fawning all over you? Giving you a pillow, blanket, and delicious warm cookies with milk when you’ve awakened?

She kept his gaze as long as she could before she blushed and turned away. God, this was going to be harder than she thought. She made up her mind to grab some tequila from the cabinet and stuff it in her purse before she they landed.

Holly sat down and took a break while the other flight attendants hustled around the cabin. She must have nodded off longer than realized, as she heard the captain’s voice over the speaker announcing their descent.

 

[ezwriter]

Holly smiled. “Yes, that is too bad. But then, if I did that….who would be fawning all over you? Giving you a pillow, blanket, and delicious warm cookies with milk when you’ve awakened?

She kept his gaze as long as she could before she blushed and turned away. God, this was going to be harder than she thought. She made up her mind to grab some tequila from the cabinet and stuff it in her purse before she they landed.

Holly sat down and took a break while the other flight attendants hustled around the cabin. She must have nodded off longer than realized, as she heard the captain’s voice over the speaker announcing their descent.

As Holly went back through the first class cabin collecting dishes and waking passengers, Jess proffered his pillow back to her. Taking it in both hands, she felt something else that Jess had hidden beneath the cotton pillow case. She knew what the small rectangle of cardboard was and shot him a wry smile as her fingers drew it into her palm. Back in the galley she snuck a glance at the business card he'd handed her. He hadn't needed to write "call me." She would or she wouldn't. His cell number was there. She slid the card in her pocket and continued with her preparations for arrival.

 

[impatient]

As Holly went back through the first class cabin collecting dishes and waking passengers, Jess proffered his pillow back to her. Taking it in both hands, she felt something else that Jess had hidden beneath the cotton pillow case. She knew what the small rectangle of cardboard was and shot him a wry smile as her fingers drew it into her palm. Back in the galley she snuck a glance at the business card he'd handed her. He hadn't needed to write "call me." She would or she wouldn't. His cell number was there. She slid the card in her pocket and continued with her preparations for arrival.

After landing in NYC, Holly strolled through the airport at a brisk pace. She was tired from the long flight and anxious to get to her hotel to relax. One hand in her pocket was still holding on to the card that Jess had given her. She nervously rubbed her fingers against the edges of the card, over and over. By the time she got to her room, it was pretty worn, but fortunately his number was still readable.

She decided to splurge and booked a room at The Four Seasons. What the hell. She had the money, and she knew there was a slight chance of seeing two of her roomies, Pam and Julia. Last she heard, they were due in to arrive at the same airport. Holly was hoping neither one of them got called for a last minute flight.

Her thoughts then turned to Abbi. Poor little thing. “If only….” she whispered, and then let out a big sigh.

Holly entered her lavish suite and was happy to see her luggage was already there. “Love being treated like a queen!”

Her eyes darted around the room until they landed on the mini bar. Yes! She poured herself a drink, kicked her heels off, and sprawled out on the bed. She was lost in her own thoughts until suddenly, she thought of a wonderful idea. Holly grabbed her cell phone, sending Abbi a text.

“Hey sweetie, I’m at The Four Seasons in NYC. The other girls are due to arrive soon. How ‘bout u meet us here and we can all hang out?”


~Zoelikesjam/favegirlfriday/shywanting to write next~

 

[zoelikesjam]

My phone buzzed, waking me up. I rubbed my eyes and looked to see who was texting me.

“Hey sweetie, I’m at The Four Seasons in NYC. The other girls are due to arrive soon. How ‘bout u meet us here and we can all hang out?” Holly.

It was sweet of her to think about me I mused. And the Four Seasons was only about an hours journey away.

"Hey Holly. Would love to join you. I've finished my shift and got a few days off at the moment, so just mopping about in the apartment. I'll set off now, I've missed you all xxx"

I hit send and idly wondered around the lounge. I needed to wake up properly. Stripping off my clothes as I walked, I jumped into the shower and turned it to cool. Tipping my head back I let the water pour down my back. Reaching over to the shelves, I couldn't choose between one of my own expensive shower gels or one of Holly's.
Both Holly and myself didn't need to work, she had her divorce money, I still had Daddy's credit card. I picked up my jasmine shower crème and washed my self all over with it, including my hair.
Jumping out I wrapped a towel around my chest and made my way to my bedroom. Digging my little 'carry on' bag out, I froze, not knowing what to take.

"Hol, will we be going out anywhere special? Do I need to bring a gown or something with me?"

I chucked my usual lacy white underwear in the bag, my shower gel, My brand new ridiculously cute pink and lemon pyjama shorts, with matching vest top. I had just started pulling on another on of my white lacy bra's and panties when my phone buzzed again.

"Abs, Bring whatever you want sweetpea. We might go out, we might not! Prepare for every eventuality! Throw in a dress and just get yourself over here! Hol xxx"

Such a typical Holly text. Doesn't tell me anything! I riffled through my wardrobe and pulled out a little emerald green dress. I ran my fingers through the silk material. This was one of my favourite dresses I owned. Daddy had brought it me as a graduation gift. I didn't even was to begin to think how much it had cost. I folded it gently, wrapped it in some tissue paper, and placed it at the bottom of my bag alongside a small pair of green ballet style shoes. That was the one thing about being a hostess, we knew how to pack our bags properly, to protect items of clothing, and to stop wrinkles!
I sat down on the end of my bed in a bit of a huff, trying to think what I should wear. I knew it had to be smart, it was the Four Seasons after all. But I didn't want to go 'work' smart, where I looked a lot older. I wanted sophisticated. Yes that was the word! Sophisticated.
Tearing through my closet and drawers, I had a brief image of Pamela standing at the door to my room, hands on hips, disappointment written across her face at the mess I was making, She was to much like my Mother. Then Holly would join Pamela and shake her head also, but before anyone could speak, Holly would waltz into my room and start flinging clothes here there and everywhere until we found to perfect outfit.
Pam would just shake her head, sigh and walk off with a grin on her face.
I finally came across what I had been looking for, and then happened to glance around my room. It looked like a clothes bomb had gone off in there.
I pulled the pretty sun dress over my head, and repositioned myself in it, and turned to look in the mirror.
It was a very pale green, with white and yellow daisy's dotted all over it. Capped sleeves, plunging neckline, which exposed my fairly large cleavage. It nipped me in at the waist, and flared out beautifully, to just above the knee.
I went back over to my bed, and dug the green ballet slippers from my overnight bag and slid them on my feet, tying the green ribbons above my ankles. My hair was quickly drying in the heat, springing up into glossy red ringlets, and I'd not bothered with makeup. I was lucky, very lucky genes according to my Mother.
My skin was perfect, no blemishes, such a pale ivory it was almost translucent. I needed no blusher as my skin naturally blushed without much of a prompt, my lips were always red and slightly swollen due to a nervous habbit of chewing them, and I had been blessed with long, thick, dark eyelashes, thanks to my father.
I looked perfect for a day out with the girls.
I grabbed my Jasmine perfume from my vanity unit and spritzed myself, then chucked the bottle in my bag. I grabbed an ivory rose clip and slid it into my hair, pulling them off my face and gripping a bunch of curls behind my ear.
I pulled my bag over my shoulder, grabbed a little ivory lace carrdigan and pulled the door to my room shut incase one of the girls came home before me. There would be hell to pay if any of them saw the state I had left it in.
Grabbing my phone from the kitchen counter, I texted Holly again

"On my way, shouldn't be more than an hour. Looking forward to seeing you all, I've missed you xxx"

I dialled the number for a cab firm and set off.

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

If everything went right for him in New York, he'd be travelling first class himself soon enough. So why shouldn't he use their bathroom?

OK, OK, so he was preparing his defence, because the black-haired one, the one who had given the old biddies short shrift about their bags, was between him and his seat back in Economy.

But hadn't she winked at him too?

No, he hadn't imagined it.

And instead of putting him in his place now, she seemed preoccupied, not noticing him, and was muttering under her breath, just like he did at home when no-one could hear: '..the rest fall into line.'

His response came before he thought about it: 'Well, I know I would fall into any line you'd like.'

She seemed a little disconcerted; surely that was the start of a blush? Ah, no: he hadn't meant that. As he squeezed past her - what had got into him today? There was more room than this but he wanted the slight touch - he murmured, very quietly, 'Those old biddies deserved a good spanking didn't they? Trouble is, they'd probably have enjoyed it.'

He was on an adventure. That was what must be causing this, he concluded a little later, back at his seat, trying not to watch out for the flight attendant, an therefore conscious of where she was all the time. He was out of his comfort zone, without a care or responsibility in the world, for a day. And he felt giddy, like he could probably fly the plane, if called upon.

Jean Claude van Damme was doing something extraordinary across the roofs of skyscrapers, on the in-flight movie, and PJ knew he could do that too, right across Manhattan.

He had some business cards with him, with his Greek address, and email, and a little crappy photo of himself. He scrawled through that side of one of the cards, and wrote on the other: HOTEL PENNSYLVANIA WEST 32nd, TWO NIGHTS ONLY, NEVER BEEN TO NEW YORK BEFORE, WONDER IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO SHOW ME AROUND. SPANKINGS OPTIONAL.

He was going too far.

He prepared a second one, without the SPANKINGS OPTIONAL.

What the hell, he would never pass this way again, for all he knew.

He sat back in his seat, and waited for the chance to slip one of the cards into the flight attendant's hand. His heart wasn't even thudding. He closed his eyes. Deep breaths. He saw her blue eyes. Her buttocks in the skirt. Her sardonic smile. Her wink. Smelled the scent of her up in first class. And he waited.
_________


Pamela had first noticed him during boarding. He was the type of man that she'd always admired from afar, but before flying had rarely come into contact with. He was tall, in his mid to late forties she would guess, with a commanding air. If pressed, she would say that he looked intelligent (if such a thing were possible). Mysterious. Knowing. He was the type of man who made her entire body flush with a single stare.

She had given him the mega March smile, the very one that had earned her the coveted title of Miss Snoqualmie, 2002. He had stared down at her for the briefest moment, said, "morning", and walked on by. She had assumed that he was merely taciturn before she spotted him conversing in aisle with Julia. He seemed more than happy to be flirting with the pretty brunette.

After take off, the crew was busy with serving drinks and meals, and Pamela hardly had time to give thought to the attractive stranger. Once a handful of the flight attendants had retired to their crew rests, Pamela decided to walk through the economy cabin with a pitcher of water. She spotted mystery man, who looked as though he were keeping an eye out for someone.

Julia.

Well, Miss Conti was catching up on her beauty sleep, so Pamela thought that she would see if she couldn't help him with whatever he needed.

She grinned as she approached him, and bent at the waist over his aisle seat so that she might give him a nice peek at her silk-clad breasts.

"You look a bit lost, Sir", she whispered, trying to avoid waking those napping in his row, "is there anything that I can help you with?"

 

[patrick1]

The world was full of plots. Somebody claimed there were only seven stories in the world but PJ could imagine a heck of a lot of variations on any given theme. Right now the dark-haired flight attendant had become – in his mind – a smuggler of secret information, for surely it was easier for them to get through Customs and everything, they would know the ropes wouldn't they?

Trouble was, he was still in that oddly-aroused mood of his – I AM ON THE TRIP OF A LIFETIME – he felt it might be written on his face if he wasn't careful. So his imagination kept snagging on words...woman...ropes...surely she couldn't be trapped in a cellar so soon by an evil intelligence agent of a foreign power...

And then, it couldn't be so but it was true, he wasn't day-dreaming any more, this was the blonde flight attendant, the one who'd first caught his attention in the airport, smiling at him as he approached.

He really did, for a moment, think there must be someone else more important, whom she already knew, behind him.

Then he accepted: it was him her blue eyes were gazing at. And then she was beside him, and she bent towards him, for no very good reason.

Her breasts beneath the silk of her blouse seemed very much like invitations.

"You look a bit lost, Sir", she whispered, in an oddly intimate way – but perhaps she was just avoiding disturbing the snoozers beside him - "is there anything that I can help you with?"

'You can.' How clean and bright she seemed. Oh, her white American teeth. Oh: her breasts. 'You can help me with a plot. I'm a struggling writer, you see.'

'Mm?'

He was crumpling the papers in his hands that he'd foolishly written before. Far better this way, whether it worked out or not. 'Here's my scenario. There's this struggling Engllish writer, who's never been to New York in his life before. He flies into JFK, fights his way out to Arrivals and sits at the first bar he comes to, ordering a cold beer and a glass of dry white wine. See where I'm going with this?'

She was still startlingly close, adjusting something that didn't need to be adjusted at his seat-belt. The scent of her. He went on:

'It's the perennial question with a plot. What happens next? In this case - Does the good-looking blonde flight attendant he talked to on the plane, does she happen to stroll by the bar, and say, Hi, Mister, Err...Oh, sorry, you're expecting someone. And he says, Only you. The drink is for you. Does that happen, do you think?'

 

[FaveGirlFriday]

The world was full of plots. Somebody claimed there were only seven stories in the world but PJ could imagine a heck of a lot of variations on any given theme. Right now the dark-haired flight attendant had become – in his mind – a smuggler of secret information, for surely it was easier for them to get through Customs and everything, they would know the ropes wouldn't they?

Trouble was, he was still in that oddly-aroused mood of his – I AM ON THE TRIP OF A LIFETIME – he felt it might be written on his face if he wasn't careful. So his imagination kept snagging on words...woman...ropes...surely she couldn't be trapped in a cellar so soon by an evil intelligence agent of a foreign power...

And then, it couldn't be so but it was true, he wasn't day-dreaming any more, this was the blonde flight attendant, the one who'd first caught his attention in the airport, smiling at him as he approached.

He really did, for a moment, think there must be someone else more important, whom she already knew, behind him.

Then he accepted: it was him her blue eyes were gazing at. And then she was beside him, and she bent towards him, for no very good reason.

Her breasts beneath the silk of her blouse seemed very much like invitations.

"You look a bit lost, Sir", she whispered, in an oddly intimate way – but perhaps she was just avoiding disturbing the snoozers beside him - "is there anything that I can help you with?"

'You can.' How clean and bright she seemed. Oh, her white American teeth. Oh: her breasts. 'You can help me with a plot. I'm a struggling writer, you see.'

'Mm?'

He was crumpling the papers in his hands that he'd foolishly written before. Far better this way, whether it worked out or not. 'Here's my scenario. There's this struggling Engllish writer, who's never been to New York in his life before. He flies into JFK, fights his way out to Arrivals and sits at the first bar he comes to, ordering a cold beer and a glass of dry white wine. See where I'm going with this?'

She was still startlingly close, adjusting something that didn't need to be adjusted at his seat-belt. The scent of her. He went on:

'It's the perennial question with a plot. What happens next? In this case - Does the good-looking blonde flight attendant he talked to on the plane, does she happen to stroll by the bar, and say, Hi, Mister, Err...Oh, sorry, you're expecting someone. And he says, Only you. The drink is for you. Does that happen, do you think?'

"Hmm," she said, straightening only slightly. "I think that the blonde flight attendant is very flattered, and eager to join the handsome stranger for a drink."

Pamela bends then at the knees, so that she is now looking up towards him. She smiles softly.

"And what did you say the character's name was, Sir? Let's suppose that her name is Pamela, shall we? Well it's quite a coincidence, because as they are sharing a drink, it's revealed that during her off time, Pamela just so happens to be a professional tour guide. And since it's the English writer's first trip to New York, naturally it would make sense that he would employ the girl to show him around the city. Pamela doesn't know for sure what appeals to the writer, but she assumes that he might be interested in visiting some of the more intimate spots. Am I right?"

Pamela places one manicured hand onto the stranger's arm. The muted grin that he gives her sends shivers down her spine.

"Of course, why settle for one tour guide when you can enjoy the sights with two? The pretty brunette, Julia, who was working the aisle during boarding? It just so happens that we are employed by the same agency. I'm positive that between the two of us we could give you a maiden trip to New York that you'll never forget."

Pamela reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out one of the business cards that Holly had printed up. She holds the card up between two fingers then snakes her hand into his trouser pocket. She leaves the card behind as her hand retreats.

"You're the author; what do you think about this new plot twist?"