The Mile High Club, Chapter 5 [NSFW]

Chapter 5: The Connector (Lola)

There was always that one girl that had a way of wrapping everyone around her finger. She looks different in everyone’s story but she is always there, consistently getting her way and persuading people to do things they wouldn’t normally do. She is beautiful, she speaks eloquently and she sees opportunity in every situation.

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In my story—the story of me being a flight attendant struggling with fiancé and I being perpetually long-distance—the girl is Lola. She is a flight attendant that I met at my previous airline and we changed companies together. We had a mutual friend named Melissa who told us how all the Pilots and Attendants were the best; a close-knit family of sorts is how she described it. I had just gotten engaged to my long-time boyfriend when I switched companies and they promised me that even though I’d be in the air for more days at a time, I’d have more days off at a time, too. My fiancé loved that idea and so I took the job and when I did, Lola did too.

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The orientation was great—everyone was so friendly and kind. They hugged, they expressed interest in my life outside of the sky and they all seemed to be really close. Lola and I were so happy we made the change and within a month of us flying with the new company, I had only worked twelve days and had the rest off. I was tired those twelve days but it was so nice being able to have extended amounts of time with my fiancé.

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As our wedding approached, I began to work more to make more money. Lola suggested that I put my fiancé on my last flight rotation and take a mini-getaway with him before the wedding. I got free airfare for family so it sounded perfect, and my last working flight just happened to be Cancun. Perfect. I told my fiancé of my plans and he agreed. He didn’t like flying but he agreed.

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The day had come and he boarded the plane, scanning for my whereabouts throughout the first thirty minutes. Lola had not yet met my fiancé and I introduced them, knowing how good Lola was at putting nervous fliers at ease.

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“Ron, this is my friend Lola, Lola, this is my fiancé Ron,” I said, kneeled over Ron’s seat from the aisle. Lola, who was of course quite beautiful as every “that one girl” typically is, outstretched her hand and I watched Ron take her hand and look into her eyes. He saw it—he saw the persuasive beauty that everyone else saw and he was immediately under her spell. I wasn’t jealous because I trusted Ron but I found it funny that it didn’t even take a full conversation.

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“I heard you’re nervous about flying,” Lola smiled at the end of each sentence before speaking again.

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“Don’t be nervous, we fly all the time. It’s going to be OK.”

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She pushed her hand down into her tiny blazer pocket and pulled out a small bottle of alcohol.

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“This can help,” she passed it to Ron and winked. He blushed a bit before consuming the bottles contents in one gulp.

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I was stocking the refreshments cart when Lola pulled the curtain and appeared before me, a sweet smile on her face.

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“Your fiancé is so handsome,” she said. “He reminds me of Captain Armand a bit.”

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She pulled a red tube of lipstick from her pocket and began to reapply.

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“Pilot Armand, you mean?” I said. I was always correcting her.

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She and most of the other girls referred to the Pilots as Captains and I could not figure out why. We introduced them as Pilots to the passengers so why did they call them Captains. I couldn’t figure it out.

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“Yeah, honey, Pilot Armand, that’s right.” I began thinking of the hair, curly-haired Pilot Armand, who had gorgeous olive skin and dreamy hazel eyes. He did remind me of my own Ron, who also had a strong build and darker complexion.

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“I guess they do kinda resemble each other, huh,” I thought aloud, picturing the two sexy men side by side.

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“Yeah, they really do,” Lola continued primping herself as I refilled the drinks.

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Her dark hair she swept up into a high bun, pinning her cap on top of it. She adjusted her bra for maximum cleavage and sprayed perfume on her neck and up her skirt.

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“Who’s going to be smelling up there?” I teased her. Most of the girls primed and primped through out the flights and I wondered about that, too, but figured everyone just liked looking really nice… all the time.

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I was working the refreshments on my own since it wasn’t a huge flight—a lot of empty seats. I began at the back of the plane, working my way up per usual. When I got to Ron’s seat it was empty. *He must’ve gone to the lavatory*, I thought to myself, leaving a can of diet coke on his seat.

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When I made my second pass through the aisle to collect empty bottles and cans, wrappers and napkins, he was still missing. I knew he was OK because we were miles upon miles in the air but, where was he? It had been about twenty minutes now. I worked my way back down the aisle to the passenger lavatories and stood outside, waiting for the OCCUPIED plates to switch to VACANT. A woman and her child came out of one and the other was an older man. No Ron to be found. My heart started to race a little. This was getting… weird.

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I pulled the curtain back to the attendant’s area—where we heated food, made drinks, and buckled in our own seats when we had turbulence or upon landing and takeoff. That’s when I saw it.

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Lola, leaning back in the attendant’s seat, her knees apart, eyes closed, arms above her head hanging on to the roof handles, squirming with Ron buried in her skirt between her legs. I stood there for a few moments, listening to Ron’s tongue trace the clit and hole of Lola as she quietly moaned with each pass. I wanted to clear my throat and interrupt them, I wanted to scream HOW COULD YOU! I wanted to. But instead I stood there, silently, watching, waiting for her to reach orgasm. I didn’t know if I wanted her to cum so I could really make her feel guilty or if I wanted her to cum because she was tremendously beautiful and watching my handsome fiancé go down on a beautiful girl was strangely sexy.

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“Oh Ron,” she purred and I heard him moan into her as he lapped at her pussy.

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Then one of his hands disappeared under the skirt and she pulled back.

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“Another one,” she moaned, indicating that he had slipped her a finger or two. He pushed another inside her and she smiled.

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“I’m going to make you cum,” he told her, as he quickened his pace.

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He was fucking her in the pussy with his fingers quite hard now, as she was bouncing back in the seat, holding the handles above her with a tight grip.

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“Oh right there, right there, circles,” she was directing him to move circles around her clit as he pushed his thick fingers in and out of her wetness.

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At once, she arched her back and clamped her thighs down around my fiancé’s head, holding him tightly between her legs as she came. When he pulled his head out and sat up, he still did not see me because he stood up and leaned over her, planting a long, passionate kiss on her plump lips. She let go of the handle to hold his face, her pink manicure against his tan skin burned in my mind.

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“How was it?” I interrupted their passionate moment.

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Their heads whipped to me, their eyes wide, Ron’s mouth moving with no words coming out. Lola jumped up and rushed to me and put her hands on my shoulders.

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“I am your friend,” she said, her eyes twinkling. “This was just physical,” she continued, nodding her head, “and Ron wanted to know what it was like to have an orgasm in the air.”

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I still said nothing. I stared at her. I looked over at Ron and noticed his belt was unbuckled.

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“Did you fuck her?” I asked him, point blank. But, again, she spoke.

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“No, I gave him a blow job, that’s how it started.” I looked at her and then looked at Ron.

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I felt betrayed but I also felt a part of me become intrigued and aroused and I was surprised at myself for those feelings. I wanted to be mad but instead, what I wanted more, was to have sex with Lola and Ron at the same time.

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“Think you have any energy left for me, you two?” I asked them, smiling.

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