My 3 Rockstar Bosses

As it turned out, that skirt was far more stretchy than I realized, holding its shape even as I felt my rear spread wide, my cheeks going hot with embarrassment. Was this what all flight attendants experienced? Surely not, even on these flights for the very wealthy. Surely my other passengers would not be so demeaning.

“Put the nuts between those luscious tits,” Mr. Dawson said, eying me hungrily and giving me the impression that it was not the nuts he wanted to eat at all. “Push them together. Show me plump, firm delicious nuts on plump, full, delicious rack of breast.”

My face must have been bright red by that point. I had never heard a man speak like that, so boldly about my body. My body, which had always been such a love-hate issue for me. As instructed, I pushed my breasts together, placing the warm nuts in the crevice.

“Very nice,” Mr. Dawson said, his eyes crinkling at the corner as he reached out to take just one almond. He popped it in his mouth and chewed slowly before sitting back in that comfortable chair, crossing his legs, and spreading out his paper.

For the next half hour, Mr. Dawson snacked slowly as I kneeled in front of him. He read his paper, every so often reaching out for a nut. He never put his hands anywhere inappropriate, and he never looked at me again. I have to say I was shocked and confused about the whole thing. I just sat there, primly staring at the clouds out the window. When he finally popped the last of his nuts into his mouth, he told me I could stand and get him some coffee.

When I went to pull my dress back up over my shoulders, he said, “Not until final descent.”

So, I served him his coffee with my dress down to my waist. He didn’t even seem to be looking and he certainly wasn’t touching, so I had no idea what that was all about. Some sort of power play, I assumed. I was going to have to talk to my superiors about this.

Finally, as the plane made it’s way back toward civilization, he told me to straighten up. I took that to mean I could get dressed. I took his paper and his coffee cup, pulled up and zipped my dress, and found my seat once more for landing.

As Mr. Dawson departed the plan, he reached out to shake my hand.

“Well done,” he said as the Captain greeted him from the cockpit door. He shook my hand and I felt a thick wad of paper there. I clung to it as he pulled away with a wink, moving to clap the pilot on the back.

When the plane was empty, save for me as I finished prepping for the next flight, I finally looked. Mr. Dawson has handed me a two-thousand-dollar tip. I looked at the money with my mouth hanging open. This was so much money! I guess sitting on my knees with nuts between my breasts was a small price to pay for an extra bonus.

I just hoped my next flight was a little more normal.

Serving Champagne

~Deleted Scene to Six Ways to Sin~

© 2017

By Cassandra Dee and Katie Ford

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Joanie

“I think you can do better than that,” he said, his expression amused.

“Oh, I apologize,” I said. “What else can I get you, sir?”

“You can get naked,” he said, his tone commanding.

“Wh-what?” I stuttered.

“You heard me,” he responded calmly. “I want you to serve it naked.”

I literally trembled, standing before him, my little silver tray in my hands. Truly, it took every ounce of control I had to keep standing, to not run away and hide in the staff bathroom for the rest of the flight, faking a stomach ache.

My stomach didn’t ache, though. Instead, just the slightest bit of desire bloomed there. It was just enough to give me the shred of confidence I needed to unzip my dress, this time all the way down, so that it fell into a blue pool on the carpeted floor.

There I stood, with my little pillbox hat on my head, in only my black lace bra, thong, and my high-heeled, peep-toe shoes. I held my back straight – another lesson in projecting confidence, according to my aunt – even though all I wanted to do was use my arms to cover my curves.

After a long, lingering look from Mr. Childs, he nodded.

“Pour the champagne over that luscious body of yours,” he said. “I want to lick you clean.”

I bit my bottom lip. Could I do this?