Red Eye Flight is a series of captions about a mysterious stranger with the ability to warp reality and the adventures he gets into when he flies the very friendly skies.
The first post in this series is here. All stories in the serires tagged here.
“Shit… another one?” Jane asked as she walked by Thomas standing in her office doorway. Sitting in the chair in front of her desk as a… well… a blow up bimbo.
Thomas half frowned and nodded, “Yep, she came off the Singapore flight this morning. Kathrine Jamieson, flight attended for 25 years.”
Jane shook her head and took her seat. She turned to Kathrine with a serious look.
“Kathrine, can you tell me what happened?” Jane asked.
Kathrine’s gaze half-focused on Jane and a smile crossed her lips, “Oh my gawd, like what happened? giggle Like, what happened was I totally got the fucking of my life! giggle“
Jane rolled her eyes and turned back to Thomas as she waved her hand in Kathrine’s direction, “Did you have any better luck?” she asked exasperatedly.
Thomas shook his head, “No, none.”
Jane then turned to her computer and unlocked it, quickly looking up Kathrine’s file HR file. The emergency contact was listed as her mother so that likely meant no husband at least.
“Alright, give Donaldson a call. She can wait here until he arrives.”
“You got it boss.” Thomas said and then headed up to his desk to make the call.
Jane didn’t like having to call Donaldson, he was… icky. But in these kinds of cases, he was the exact kind of icky she needed so she held down her revolution and started to fill in the paperwork that she’d need to do.
A few minutes later she was startled Kathrine under her desk, trying to part her legs.
“What the…” Jane said and Kathrine looked up at her.
“Like, I was totally bored and thought maybe you might like your pussy licked!” the blonde said with a look of sincerity on her face.
Jane looked up and then leaned over to get a better look out of her office door, “Just a sec…” she said and then stood up and walked to her doorway, shut it and locked it before returning to her desk.
Jane then pulled her pants down and sat in her chair, grabbed Kathrine head and pulled her to her pussy, “Don’t be shy with that tongue either you dumb bimbo, the last one of you kept complaining how sore her jaw was.”
Jane wasn’t sure if Kathrine nodded her head in agreement or was just eager to get to work, but either way it didn’t really matter. By this time tomorrow Donaldson would have her dancing at some club, or on the arm of some rich asshole, with a new identity and a whole new life ahead of her.
Jane might as well get some enjoyment for all the paper work that Kathrine was going to make her complete.
