Outstripped (8 page)

Bill
didn't have time to react improperly or get disappointed, as another pair of
hands swooped in and rescued the situation before his pole fell over. He
adjusted himself mentally and physically and his enjoyment of the occasion
began mounting again. Rachael took up the performance mantel whilst Lucy, now
kneeling between Bill's legs, administered some love to his proud trouser
escapee.

Rachael
had one knee on the ottoman and was doing her damnedest to entice, entertain
and eroticize for her one-man audience. It was working.

 
Jody had secured the opportunity for her
(along with Lucy) using her charm and wit with the management. Its not that
they were unfair in
their
running of the place, it’s
just that they liked to control matters in their own way. Keeping staff in
place was their way of maintaining discipline in an otherwise 'free for all'
environment. They'd made a fortune since Jody had turned up and brought some
class to the stage, and a few favours for her would not go misplaced.

All the
girls had gradually become aware of Jody's ways of manipulating situations for
her own advantage, and not necessarily at anyone's expense. She was a master of
persuasion, which really came about as a natural progression from leading by
example. They respected her because they couldn't find fault. Jealousy, awe,
admiration, absolutely, but never fault.

By this
stage there were not many clothes left on our heroines. Gorgeous, tanned
bodies, long blonde hair, one bra, two stage thongs and a gaggle of Perspex
high heels were doing the job nicely. Rachael's boobs were pert little cuties
with little pink nipples. Not big enough for her to lick (besides looking
erotic, the evaporation makes them aroused and perky) so she gently flicked
them to give them that extra excited appearance then continued rubbing,
stroking and groping her boobs along with the rest of her soft smooth flesh.

She
lay
back on the ottoman and displayed herself for bill. Lucy
engulfed his cock and he moaned appreciatively. Off came the thong and in came
the fingers, sliding, rubbing, playing, and toying with her visibly moist and
slightly aroused pussy.

Rachael
then stopped and turned over again with one foot on the carpet. She arched and
presented her beautiful butt to Bill, parting her legs as she did. Pussy was
pointing right at him and she writhed, just to make the most of it.

Lucy was
stroking him slowly, so as not to prematurely induce any early eruptions. She
stopped and just gripped him for the moment, then took his right hand and
swallowed his index finger. Sucking it and slathering all over it she then
began guiding his finger towards Rachael's glistening slit. Her swaying
prevented him from his target, however, she eventually stopped,
top
dead centre, and Bill achingly, slowly poked his finger
into this pouting pink haven. It was willing. It was wanton. It was welcoming.
It was wetness personified and it was warmth with a little bit of, Wow!

Lucy
bobbed on his Knob again and got it all nice and wet. Then, Rachael maneuvered
backwards and positioned herself between Bill's legs.

"What
a picture," he thought. "It’s like something out of a bloody porno,
an' it’s me!"

She
hovered above his dick. ‘Sticky toffee pussy’ staring right at him. Lucy's firm
grip guided Bill deep into Rachael's warm and wonderful assets as she lowered
herself slowly using his legs for support.
He gasped as the
gorgeous, tight
,
taught snatch enveloped him
.
The fingering incident was now a distant memory.
This
was the real deal.

Rachael
spread her legs wide and straddled Bill's before leaning back on him. She took
his hands and placed them on her breasts.

"God
they felt good!"

Lucy
then quickly moved around to the front of the matter and began stroking
Rachael's stomach and mound, eventually moving down to her pussy and of course
Bill's cock. There wasn't a great deal of uncontrollable bucking going on,
owing to their position, but this helped him to prolong things.

Lucy
began licking the two of them.
From balls to shaft to pussy
to clitoris all in one movement.
She licked and licked, while they
slowly moved in and out and up and down.

Rachael
was having fun. Her noise level was increasing proportionately with her arousal
and the whole 'fleshy area' got wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter, slippier
and slippier.

Bill
started moaning in accompaniment with Rachael and after a little more licking
and internal friction, Lucy pulled out his cock. She bobbed on his knob for a
moment, tasting some sweet 'Rachael juice' then began stroking with fervour and
purpose as Rachael looked on with eager anticipation and Bill struggled to see
over her shoulder.

He was
nearly there. A few more strokes and that did it.

“Boom!”

Lucy
expertly aimed Bill's spurting, hot, creamy semen up over Rachael's tummy to
her tits. Bull’s eye! The spattering continued, while he shuddered with each
expulsion, groaning loudly.

Then he
started uncontrollably laughing. Not at anyone or anything, but with an inward,
outward happiness, delight, even gratefulness for such a special and momentous
episode of shear indulgence.

Bill's
treat didn't end there. Rachael and Lucy were under instruction to entertain.

Jody had
booked the room for the rest of the evening and though she had to pay, like
anyone else, it would be worth it. By the end of the night, Jody would have her
man, rewarded and retained, and Rachael would have her position on the
entertainment staff for real, since Bill would give her all the references she
needed. Lucy too would be eager to join the team for more thrilling and
exciting installments of the 'Jody kind'. Paid or not, this was going to be a
ride she did not want to miss out on.

They
made good use of the bed, the spa, the bubbly, the furniture and almost every
inch of the place for the next few hours. Bill was a gracious, 'spent and
satisfied' man. He'd been well and truly taken care of, and was now officially
signed up as a fully-fledged member of Jody's support crew.

She
would be calling on him.

Jody, of
course, still had her daytime job to attend to. Thankfully though, since she'd
qualified, and more than proved her worth, the days of the mundane desk job,
the nine to five life and the rush hour pain in the arse were now long gone. As
long as she brought in the customers, and the business, she could come and go
as she pleased. And she did bring in the customers, and the business.

In fact
her regulars got more regular, her business clients increased their activities
and her new customers upgraded their requirements quite readily. Why?
Character, attitude, passion, a growing knowledge of the human psyche and last
but not least, sex appeal. There was some hard work thrown in for good measure,
but does 'enjoying what you do' really constitute hard work? Not to Jody.

It
wasn't all about schmoozing customers, trying out luxury hotels, evaluating
airlines, cruise lines, food tasting, flirting and enjoying the better end of
the service spectrum, though. Sometimes it was even better!

Her
career, and her hobby for that matter, wasn't just a 'means to an end' for
Jody. It was the life she wanted. Her diligence was paying off and her homework
was proving invaluable.

One very
important lesson she learned was how to give people what they wanted.
Up-selling
and upgrading customers was not about extra fries
and coke to her. It wasn't about first class or five star hotels or 'gold taps
on your bidet' for that matter. It was about the experience, the service, the
view and the space.

The
concept of 'space' was Jody's little secret. And it was a secret she could
sell.

Fittings
and fixtures, free food and drink, loyalty cards and air miles, caviar and
champagne, more and more and more for your money. These are things your average
person with a little more cash believes they're getting with their higher-class
tickets and their expensive accommodation, but it was far from what Jody was
selling.

Her idea
of luxury travel was space, and this meant far fewer tangibles for your money.
What it did bring, though, was room to move, room to see, time to do, time to
experience, more fun, more staff to attend to your enjoyment, better placement,
exclusivity, a more pleasant environment and more choice.

So Jody
sold space and quality, not price and quantity. Her customers lapped it up and
she showed them the way to bring back the pleasure in travel.

"If
you
must
travel for business, or you
want
to travel for pleasure then make it
count," she would tell them. "The journey, the experience, the people
and the places, the convenience, the service, the view and the smiles will make
your trip worthwhile. Spending more money does not necessarily bring you a
better time."

"A
silver spoon is still a spoon. A marble floor is still a floor and Lobster is
still Lobster. The difference is whether there are 200 people with screaming
kids in your noisy restaurant with only 4 waiters or whether there are only 20
guests, dressed for the occasion, with a view over the harbour, some audible,
romantic music and your own personal, polite, knowledgeable, attentive
assistant."

"I
know just the place for you. I know all the best restaurants, the sites to see,
the guides to use and the best way to get there and back. Don't send me a postcard;
I know how good it is. Spend the time on yourselves. And when you get back,
send me your friends."

Jody had
most male customers wrapped round her little finger. She could make them jump,
sing, whimper and spend. Female customers were a different matter. Some were
threatened, some were arrogant, some were indignant and some she even chose to
deal with.

The
problem when you're young, attractive and assertive is that a lot of women
don't like it or can't deal with it. Instead of conducting their business in a civilized
fashion the situation turns personal, even confrontational and, more often than
not, becomes a dual for superiority. Jody chose to pass on these 'challenging'
customers, wealthy or otherwise. She didn't need them and preferred all her
female customers to view her as someone they could confide in, go shopping
maybe, or share a cocktail, a latte or a dirty joke with.

Par for
the course in the advancement of any good Travel Agent was specialization and
thorough industry experience. One aspect of the job Jody chose to embrace was
that of flight attendant. She quite liked the idea of all that dressing up,
mixing with the other 'Hosties' and meeting some pilots.

She got
herself booked on a two week course out of Heathrow which included: an
introduction to ground and in-flight safety; passenger management; food prep'
and service; grooming
;
and airport security. As usual
there was more purpose behind her choices of specialization than anyone would
ever know.

During
her familiarization with the airport Jody made sure to spend a little time
flirting with all the right people and to just the right extent. They might not
all be her first choice in bed partners, but this wasn't a sideline in
pleasure, it was reconnaissance and preparation. Advanced planning didn't need
to be too precise or difficult if you had people on your side. It wasn't that
she would be asking them to do anything untoward, but friendly,
well-positioned
and/or influential characters can come in
very handy for future undertakings, however trivial, if they've been groomed
along the way.

A few
flights up and down the country to Edinburgh, Manchester and Leeds/Bradford had
Jody eager for her big international debut in uniform.

"Sex
on legs," she overheard the pilot say to his second in command as the
whole crew trooped through to the flight gate from passport control. And that
was good enough for her, though she already knew she looked good, really good.
Extra time in front of the mirror had her in just the right mood for this trip
and it would be a 'doozey' if she had anything to do with it.

The
uniform was a particularly smart affair with grey fitted jacket and tight skirt
set off with bright red accessories. The jaunty angled side cap pinned above
her immaculately presented blonde bun was the cream on top of her very sexy
cake indeed. Black stockings and suspenders, though hidden from view, finished
her outfit and gave her the right mindset for the adventure to come.

As she
elegantly clicked her couture heels down yet another long marbled corridor Jody
asked a couple of the younger and less serious attendants, if the 'men in
black' were adventurous and approachable. She didn't care, this was
her game
after all, but engaging the
others in such innuendo was a great way to break the ice and barriers amongst
colleagues.

"I've
not been there, but I've heard the engineer's a bit of a player! Not sure about
the other two."

"Are
we all staying in the same hotel in Miami?" asked Jody.

"Yeah,
I think so."

"Should
we have a go at them, then? If you're up for it."

"You're
not backwards about coming forwards are you?"

"No!
What do you think then?" Jody persisted.

"Let's
play it by ear. See how the flight goes. You never know, we might get lucky,
they could be dirty bastards and I could do with a shag."

The
Captain turned swiftly to look back over his shoulder as though he had heard
and understood everything they'd been saying, but they weren't within ear-shot
and he probably only caught them laughing anyway.

They
boarded the plane and Jody got to try out some of her newfound talent in front
of a live first class audience this time. She'd already notched up a few
regular domestic flights including business class but it was now time to get
some finer finesse and servitude under her belt and mix it up with the poshies
at the front end, and upstairs, since this was a 747.

First
Class wasn't usually for novices but exceptions were made for 'work experience'
of the Travel Agent kind if they could cut the mustard in cattle class. Jody,
as we already know, had no
problem handling
people, so
here she was.

It was
an evening flight and being nine hours or so it meant they would be taking off
and landing in the dark. The good thing about heading west on evening long
hauls is everyone tends to go to sleep. Jody had no intention of waiting for
Miami, so while the cats were asleep, this mouse was going to play.

Along
with the Captain and First Officer, there were also a few dishy guys in amongst
the select few on the upper and lower levels. "There were also some
'Humpty-back Rhinocca-pigs' as well," she thought.

After
full boarding and a good look around, the conclusive tally was: four guys in
their seventies and two women; six middle aged men (four bald) and seven women;
four considerably married couples in their thirties and forties; two hot
chicks; and three guys she would quite happily let 'munch on her Minge' for
hours. Come to think of it, if the girls asked nicely, she might let them have
a go too, especially the one in the CFM boots (Come Fuck Me! for the sheltered
ones amongst the crowd).

It
seemed customary to share this sort of information around the cabin crew. They
weren't all on the prowl but it tended to lighten the situation and build a
little camaraderie, though there seemed to be a degree of familiarity in the
air already, if you'll excuse the pun.

Quite a
few smiles had been exchanged during the safety parade, and not all with the
obvious choices among the passengers. Jody had a hard time with all that
showmanship and arm waving, holding herself back from bursting into some sort
of rhythm and dance routine. She could have put on an awesome performance
getting out of that slinky, sassy outfit. "It was just perfect for the
stage. Hot as! Hot Ass even! I'm
gonna
get one of
these made up," she thought.

Belting
themselves
in for take-off, Jody turned to Yasmin, her new
and very well groomed senior colleague.

"What's
the First Officer's first name?" she enquired, leaning in.

"First!"
Came the reply.

Jody
slapped her on the thigh, like girls do, and said "No really? I quite like
the look of him. He's got the sort of ears you can hang on to and I just know
there's a fun fair ride in his trousers somewhere!"

They
both burst out laughing whilst the final take-off announcement was made and
they taxied onto the runway.

A short
while later the 'Fasten Seat-Belts' sign was extinguished and it was time to
disrobe. Jody's mind went back to her hobby,
again
, and looking round for an audience, almost considered
progressing with her routine once her jacket was removed. Eyeing up her cohorts
she noticed some tight blouses. There were a few more proud and perky tits on
this trip, not just hers.

A little
'girl on girl' action had crossed her mind, and her path, on a number of
previous occasions. She
was
now moving
in the right circles, after all, but other than a few minor, yet still enticing
altercations she hadn't tried out a full session.
A full girl,
as it were
!

She
couldn't help herself from staring at her gorgeous colleagues in all their
formal, sexy and seductive attire.

"Admiration
where it’s due," she thought to herself, but she was also building up to
trying out one of these beauties, one day.

"Trouble
is, I don't want to end up with a full blown dyke, I don't think, I just want
to, you know, dabble, have a bit of fun." She continued with herself-convincing
arguments, "I'm not after love, or a girlfriend, just sex. It’s not
that
strange these days. It’s called
experimentation."

"C'mon
Jody!" she was hauled back to the 'here and now' by one of the others,
"We've got stuff to do." And with that she made a move for the
galley.

She
didn't take long to conclude that serving champagne and hors d'oeuvres to the
mostly appreciative was a little more 'up her street' than battling with narrow
aisles and snide complaints from people who had arranged the cheapest form of
transport in the first place.

Once the
upper echelons had been looked after with their second round of drinks Jody was
asked to take a pot of coffee up to the flight deck for the 'men in black' as
she had put it earlier.

She
decided to play things a little dumb and inept. Tapping on the locked door with
her foot she announced herself then waited. The door was cracked open and then
made fully ajar after identification was complete. Jody purposefully had her
hands full with coffee pot and mugs and sidled in, gawping as she did so. The
massive array of instruments and lights on display were not what she was really
interested in.

The
engineer used this opportunity to vacate his position in front of the starboard
panel and went to relieve himself for the first of many times this trip. As it
turned out this was a lucky break for Jody as his evacuation left space for her
to move in on her target.

The
smiling and very dishy First Officer climbed out of his chair to meet Jody face
to face. Jody's feigned ineptitude continued and she made as if there was
no where
to put things down. She moved ever so slightly
forward, just enough to enter 'First's' personal space and cause him to sit
down unceremoniously in the engineer's seat. Jody then made to look about again
and then grimaced and wriggled a little.