“So, you’re going to be the new guy now, huh?”
“For the next couple of flights, at least.”
“Replacing that last fucker, huh?” he asked, shaking his head. “Thank Christ for that. That one was a stiff, you know? Total stiff. No two ways about it.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I said. “I never met him.”
“Don’t have to meet him,” Fred said, taking a puff off his cigar. “You can take my word for it. Guy was a fucking square.”
Some of the other pilots around the table laughed, but I didn’t.
“I guess there’s a lot of us, huh?” I asked.
“Us?” Fred asked with a frown beneath his drooping mustache. “Aw, shit, us ? So then, you’re one of them, huh? One of the stiffs, I mean. The squares.”
I shrugged. “I don’t think of myself as a square, but that’s just me.”
“I should’ve known you were. Pretty boy pilots like you are always stiffs. You know it, just the same way as I do.”
Why the hell was he thinking about stiff pretty boys? I kept the question to myself. Things were already off to a rocky enough start.
“I don’t tend to think of myself as a pretty boy, sir,” I said.
"I told you! No sir, all right? Stevens. Just call me Stevens, and we'll get along just fine, square or not."
"All right, Stevens,” I said, nodding. “Whatever you say."
"Whatever I say, huh? Well, I say you're a pretty boy, and I've got the proof."
Despite his weird obsession with complimenting my looks, I didn't like this man. I had only spent a short amount of time with him, and already, I knew I didn't like him.
He represented a shining example of the kind of man I hoped not to become after another dozen or so years on the job. He was a little bit too loud, a little bit too out of control, and a little bit too full of himself.
I had no patience for men like that. My lack of patience wasn't enough to keep me from looking at his so-called proof, though. When I turned to glance over my shoulder, I smiled a little. The Pilots’ Lounge wasn't just for the pilots; it was for everyone who worked on the flights, including the crew and the flight attendants. At the moment, there was a gaggle of women all dressed for a flight standing several feet behind where I sat with Stevens. Several of them were looking in my direction.
There was the proof of the pretty boy thing. It wasn't my favorite nickname, but when it got the attention of chicks as good-looking as these, I found myself minding it a lot less.
There was one, in particular, a little blonde thing with the kind of curves a man could really grab onto. She caught my attention immediately. If this chick was on my flight, things might be looking up. Along with a fantastic set of tits and hips that made me get half hard just looking at them, she had the kind of long, blonde hair I would have loved to pull. Her eyes were wide, blue, and innocent, which only made her hotter, and her smile was enough to make me want to talk to her.
I had no desire to talk to her for any longer than necessary, not to get into a fucking relationship or anything as stupid as that, but I wouldn't have minded talking to her for long enough to get her into bed. If she was on my flight, and I was starting to pray to God that she was, the two of us were going to be stuck in Dallas that night. Without much of anything to do in Texas, I thought there was a good shot that I might get her up to my hotel room. If I could do that, I could get anything.
I watched the way she looked as she spoke with a couple of other flight attendants. She looked sexy as hell in her flight attendant uniform. I would bet money that she was wearing a sexy little thong.
I imagined walking over to her. Grabbing her and turning her to meet my gaze. I took her mouth to mine, our tongues intertwining. She tasted amazing, sweet from the lip gloss she was wearing. I put my hands in her hair and pulled the pins out, causing her hair to fall. I wanted to be able to pull it whenever I could.
“I want you.” I said.
“Then fuck me.” She said.
She removed her clothes, slowly. Drawing me in and captivating me. Her body was absolutely gorgeous. Her curves were perfect. Her breasts were large and her nipples were small and perfect. I started sucking on one nipple while I rolled the other between my thumb and forefinger.
“Mmm.” She moaned softly, arching her back from the pleasure.
My hand slid down to her warm, wet pussy and began to rub her clit through the lace on her panties. She moved her hips along with my hand.
I backed up, ready to feel her around my dick.
She removed her panties and bent over. She looked perfect like that. Her wet, hole opening and ready for me to enter.