I had heard the rumors. I mean, we all had. There was a reason why Rich E Rich as we called him, paid so well for flight attendants on his personal jet...

He was used to buying anything. Whether it was his private island, his $4M personal jet, or even girls, there was nothing that money couldn't get him.

Of course, he was married to a model, and of course, she looked the other way at his indiscretions. It kept her in the finest of clothes, houses, and food, and that's what she cared about.

So when a call went out for a new flight attendant, I knew I had to apply. Sure, it would mean being on call 24/7, but when I showed my husband how much it paid... how could I not apply, and how could he not support it?

He smiled as he looked at me. I knew that smile, and why he had it.

"I just hate that you'll get to join the mile high club, and I won't be there to see it," he told me.

I smiled back, "don't worry, you know I always bring you back a good story." It was true. I always told him about my adventures, and I had quite a few.

He was standing close to me, and reached out to cup my pussy. Sure, it was covered, as I was fully clothed, but that didn't keep him from pressing against me, rubbing me through my clothes.

"You often bring me something else as well," he teased.

I kissed him. It was true, a pussy full of cum was common for him to fuck once I got home.

I applied for the job. My work as a private hostess and attendant served me well. I also implied I was very discrete, and open to new opportunities. I wanted to let the hiring personnel know, without being too forward to make them feel like they were being set up.

"So you wouldn't mind fucking the client and his friends?"

Well, I guess she wasn't beating around the bush. "Friends?" I asked, smiling. "No, that's fine with me," I said very truthfully. I had been in several threesomes and always enjoyed it. Unfortunately, I wasn't in enough, it seemed.

She gave me a test which seemed more like an old school purity test... which I either passed, or failed miserably, depending upon your perspective. I loved watching, and being watched, enjoyed strangers, both male and female, and other wide assortments of positions, styles, and other naughty things.

As the interviewer read through my answers, she made several comments to herself. "Well, you're quite the slut, aren't you?" she asked rhetorically.

"We'll give you a test flight, and if you like it, we'll hire you on. You'll get paid for the test flight as long as you sign these NDAs." She pulled out a stack of paper and handed it to me.

I quickly glanced through them and signed on the dotted line, and again and again. I couldn't believe how many places I had to sign and initial.

With the last page finally done, I slid them back to her.

She took them, flipped through, making sure they were done right. "Good. I hope your hand isn't too sore," she said.

I was rubbing my wrist. It was a little sore, but not too bad. "I can manage."

"Good, because your test starts now, and you're going to need that hand a lot. Follow me," she commanded.

She quickly got up and stepped to the jet outside with purpose. I followed closely behind, going up the flight of stairs to join her.

"I'm sorry. Am I supposed to have a uniform or something?" I asked, slightly confused. I didn't see Rich here, but the engines were spinning up.

"We're going to pick him up on his island. Right now we just need to get you ready for your test."

I couple of big black guys entered the cabin. I looked at them, and their chiseled physique.

"You can strip here, or go in the back. Doesn't matter, you'll be naked for this flight, and the return trip. In fact, that's your normal uniform, unless his wife travels with you. She likes to see the attendants in something skimpy and sexy. Don't worry, she'll pick it out for you."

That caught me a little off guard, as did the passengers, but I still started to strip off my clothes as the door closed and the plane started moving.

The guys stared at me as I got naked. I gave them a little wink as they watched me hand my clothes to Rich's assistant.

"These are some of the client's body guards. They've been very helpful recently, and need to be rewarded. It's your job to give them their bonus," she whispered in my ear.

As I looked at them, I smiled. I went over and sat on one of their laps, nearly tipping over as the plane started to take off. He grabbed me and held me tight, which I liked. I leaned in and thanked him by kissing him, and running my hands all over his muscular chest. I felt those tight biceps and got even wetter than I normally am. I was ready to fuck, and I didn't care who watched.

"So who's going first?" I asked the two of them.

They looked at each other, then back at me. In unison they answered, "we both are," and started to manhandle me. They both fingered my pussy and pinched my nipples. They were rough, and I was OK with it.

As their cocks appeared, I willingly got on my knees and alternated sucking between them.

The cabin opened, and the captain came out. He announced we were flying at 15,000 feet, well over a mile high, and we'd be arriving at our destination in a mere 45 minutes.

"Well, then you better go first," said one of the bodyguards to the pilot as to get the party really started.

Without any introduction, he dropped his pants, got behind me, and started to fuck my wet pussy. He quickly shot his load, high fived all the guys, and pulled up his pants to head back to the cockpit.

I was stunned just a bit, but the guys got me back into things... or should I say, got into things. They moved from getting a blowjob, till they were spit roasting me, constantly changing positions until they were ready to shoot their load. Both made sure to empty their balls inside my pussy. I felt empty as the last cock pulled out, but it was what it was. I sat back in a seat and slowly rubbed my pussy as cum leaked out of me. The guys watched me rub my slutty pussy.

Rich's assistant came over to me. "I'm afraid you're not done yet," she informed me, lifting her leg, and giving me access to her shaved pussy. Her skirt was long and flowing, so the guys couldn't see, but they knew exactly what was going on, especially as she moaned and orgasmed loudly.

As she lowered her leg, I saw the guys were still staring. Their cum leaking out of my pussy, and her cum all over my mouth.

I smiled, which got cheers from the guys.

"You did well. Can you stay on the island for a few days? The client wants to extend his stay."

"Well, I didn't bring any clothes..." I looked at her, "But I get the feeling I won't be needing them..."

"Right you are."

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