Ella Ford in topic Nylon Airways · Edited
"Have a safe onward journey, ma'am," smiled the stewardess as I stepped towards the exit. "Your purchase is waiting for you at the bottom of the steps." The young blonde gestured outside with one perfectly manicured hand.
"My... purchase?" I asked, uncertain about what she meant. I leaned towards the door and peered down the steps. Standing on the tarmac below, perfectly motionless, smiling like a shop window mannequin was another girl, one who'd served me dinner earlier during the flight.
The blonde smiled, looking slightly impatient. "Yes, Jessica, your purchase. You can pick her up down the steps."
"The... girl?"
"Yes, your purchase," she repeated, sounding a little annoyed. "You asked for her earlier, so she's yours for the weekend.
I blinked, thinking back to my brief interaction with the other stewardess earlier. She'd asked me if there was something she could get me to make my flight more pleasant.
"You. For the weekend?" I'd smiled, immediately regretting what I'd said, the very worst stereotype of a predatory lesbian.
The girl had simply smiled. "I'll see what I can do," and then wandered off to serve other passengers.
I shook my head then peered out of the open door again, a queue of women was forming behind me. The girl down at the bottom of the steps, Jessica, hadn't moved a muscle since I'd last looked. Her face looked blank and frozen. A gust of warm air blew her ponytail lazily around her shoulders.
"Is she okay?" I said, bemused, perplexed, horny as hell.
The flustered blonde forced a smile. "She has been powered down, ready for pick up."
"Powered down?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is she a robot?"
The blonde laughed. "No, not at all. Like all of us, she is simply well trained. Jess has been put into a suggestive trance, ready for your orders. It makes her easier to transport."
My mouth fell open and I blinked. "You can't be serious?" I said.
The blonde leaned her head to the side. "I am perfectly serious," she said, looking perfectly serious. "Now, if you don't mind, you're holding up the other passengers."
Trembling, I forced myself into motion, already wondering what the first command I would give the waiting girl would be.
"Thank you, ma'am," said the blonde behind me. "Please fly Nylon Airways again some time."
As my mind filled with an exploding world of sensual possibility, I resolved that yes, I probably would.
"My... purchase?" I asked, uncertain about what she meant. I leaned towards the door and peered down the steps. Standing on the tarmac below, perfectly motionless, smiling like a shop window mannequin was another girl, one who'd served me dinner earlier during the flight.
The blonde smiled, looking slightly impatient. "Yes, Jessica, your purchase. You can pick her up down the steps."
"The... girl?"
"Yes, your purchase," she repeated, sounding a little annoyed. "You asked for her earlier, so she's yours for the weekend.
I blinked, thinking back to my brief interaction with the other stewardess earlier. She'd asked me if there was something she could get me to make my flight more pleasant.
"You. For the weekend?" I'd smiled, immediately regretting what I'd said, the very worst stereotype of a predatory lesbian.
The girl had simply smiled. "I'll see what I can do," and then wandered off to serve other passengers.
I shook my head then peered out of the open door again, a queue of women was forming behind me. The girl down at the bottom of the steps, Jessica, hadn't moved a muscle since I'd last looked. Her face looked blank and frozen. A gust of warm air blew her ponytail lazily around her shoulders.
"Is she okay?" I said, bemused, perplexed, horny as hell.
The flustered blonde forced a smile. "She has been powered down, ready for pick up."
"Powered down?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is she a robot?"
The blonde laughed. "No, not at all. Like all of us, she is simply well trained. Jess has been put into a suggestive trance, ready for your orders. It makes her easier to transport."
My mouth fell open and I blinked. "You can't be serious?" I said.
The blonde leaned her head to the side. "I am perfectly serious," she said, looking perfectly serious. "Now, if you don't mind, you're holding up the other passengers."
Trembling, I forced myself into motion, already wondering what the first command I would give the waiting girl would be.
"Thank you, ma'am," said the blonde behind me. "Please fly Nylon Airways again some time."
As my mind filled with an exploding world of sensual possibility, I resolved that yes, I probably would.
