The Greatest Liar, Date With The Devil

“We’ll make do, but we need you the next four weekends, so don’t make any more plans without asking.”
She would probably use my absence to recruit my replacement.
I met JC at Burbank Airport to take the client’s private jet, a dark blue Boeing 727. The flight steward led us past 24 spacious seats, a formal dining room, a gourmet quality kitchen, several conference rooms, and several full sized lavatories, to a spacious, but over the top master bedroom.
“You can make yourselves comfortable here, the boss is already in Vegas. We’re just bringing him the plane for his ride back to New York.”
A bottle of champagne was on ice bedside. The attendant popped the cork and poured. JC clinked my glass.
“Better than first class, isn’t it?”
“Nice, but I’ve flown a Gulfstream VI, smaller but more chic than this. All of this gold paint is giving me a headache.”
“Me too, I know just the cure.”
He pointed to the bed.
“Ever hear of the thirty five thousand foot club?”
“I’m a long time member.”
“Should have known, but I need to check your credentials.”
“Shouldn’t we wait till we’re airborne?”
“It’s a short flight.”
“In that case, the in-flight entertainment starts now. Get comfortable while I freshen up.”
I rinsed my face in the gold plate pedestal sink, drizzled scented oil into the bidet, and let the warm stream cleanse and relax my made in Thailand pussy. I refreshed my makeup, and wrapped myself in a thick robe embroidered with a coat of arms decorated with eagles, a lion, and a Latin phrase. JC was reclined beneath a sheet tented by a seven inch erection.
“Showtime already?”
“Daddy’s little helper.”
I let my robe fall to the floor. The sheet rippled as his cock twitched.
“God, you’re stunning.”
I turned, spanked my butt, turned again and twirled my head, my hair floated like a cloud, and settled over my shoulders.
“I’m so in the mood for a flying fuck.”
I pulled back the sheet, knelt between his legs, and deep throated him, pumped my head a hundred times until my eyes blurred and my breath was ragged.
“Oh my god, Alexia, you’re incredible.”
The engines rumbled to life, the plane backed and taxied.