Michel was gone. Hearing about losing my sisters was hard, because I loved all of them, but Michel was still the hardest one for me. I do not know why. It is not as if I loved him, at least not really. I guess that after twenty years of having him take care of me, it was more like a piece of my life was gone.
I looked around the terminal seating area, at my sisters who were with me while we waited for the plane. We all looked like we had been through the wringer, but I guess we had a right to. Flying six hundred miles in a plane that had one of its engines blown off right after takeoff, then finding out five of your sisters had been killed just hours later makes for a hard day.
"Air Tahiti Nui flight one oh two, now boarding at gate five. All passengers for Flight one oh two to Los Angeles, please report to gate five." We all stood up, and I smiled at Ethan as he led us past the row of passengers waiting to board for coach. The attendant was all smiles as she led us to the first class cabin so we could take our seats.
The ticketing agent almost fainted when Dale told her he needed seven first class tickets to Los Angeles, four continuing to Philadelphia, and three from Philadelphia to Bari, before dropping the American Express black card on the counter. I guess they did not get that many passengers traveling first class, and the way the attendant was fawning over us now confirmed it.
We all would have preferred to be on Master's jet, but his bastard of a brother screwed that up for us when he attacked the island and almost blew Master's jet out of the sky. I guess I should be happy we are alive, but now we had to fly on a commercial airliner and take twice as long to get there. I almost hoped Master would keep him alive until I got back to the island so I could kick his ass myself, but with that being a year and a half away, I doubted he would survive that long. At least Master would make him suffer for killing my sisters.
Our arrival in Los Angeles was almost boring, as we never even left the terminal. The envious glances from the other travelers as we kissed Katherine and Isabella goodbye were amusing. I saw more than one man have to adjust his pants, but I was not going to see them again for eighteen months, so I was certainly not going to hold back on my goodbye. Thankfully, we only had an hour between flights here, so none of the men worked up enough courage to approach us.
It was much worse in Philadelphia after we said goodbye to Sarah. We had almost four hours to wait for the next flight, and several men approached us. Most of them accepted a polite brush off, but one of them decided he just had to grab my ass. It was not my fault he did not know how to take a fall. At least the security guard saw the whole incident and made sure the police that showed up knew exactly what happened.
The guard was cute, could not have been much more than twenty years old, and we still had about an hour before our flight left. A quick whispered request to Ethan got us an amused look in return. "I am sure Master would allow it, but no further. It is my ass on the line, as I have to tell him about it. Don't take too long though, as our flight is boarding soon."
Amanda smiled a predatory grin, "I don't like him that much, but wanted to say thank you for being a nice guy. We won't be more than twenty minutes, even if I draw it out." The security guard watched us as we walked up to him, and we saw him nervously lick his lips. His eyes bugged out when Amanda leaned in and whispered to him. After his quick nod in response, she stepped into the security booth with him, dropped to her knees, pealed her shirt off, and pulled his pants down.
I kept watch as she proceeded to give him what appeared to be the most intense blowjob of his life. I could tell by the tight grip she had around the base of his cock that she was helping him hold back his climax. It was still barely ten minutes before she pulled back and watched as his cum splattered all over her perfect D cups. After cleaning up with some tissues, she put her shirt back on, stood up and kissed him lightly. "Please don't read more into this than it was. I just wanted to say thank you for helping us deal with the police. I enjoyed doing that, and I can tell that you did as well, but we will probably never see each other again. If you ever come into money, look up Fakahina Island, and maybe you can visit," she said as she kissed him again and walked away.
I put my arm around her as we walked back to Ethan. "You know the chances of him coming up with the kind of money needed to visit Master's island are fairly slim?"
"I know Mother, but he was looking at me like he was already in love with me," she replied. "That is the only reason I said anything more than thank you. I hope he will go home, look it up, and realize it is hopeless so he can get on with his life. He does not even know my name for god's sake. I don't want him pining away after that hot woman who gave him a blowjob at work one night."
"Well from what I have heard you do give a pretty amazing blowjob sweetie," I teased her. "We should get Ethan and head down to our boarding gate though. If we take our time and grab a snack on the way, we should not have much of a wait."
Ethan was fine with leaving the lounge after Amanda told him what happened. "Let's discourage him a bit more," he said when he noticed the adoring looks the guard with giving Amanda. "Elizabeth, would you mind carrying my briefcase?"
I picked it up, and as we turned to leave, Ethan stepped between Amanda and me. He put his arms around us, casually resting his hands on our asses. We got the idea and snuggled into him as we walked down to the boarding area.
If you ever decide to fly to Italy on a commercial jet, I have one piece of advice, don't. Even with the best options, you end up with a five-hour layover somewhere. It was not just the time, but also the fact that I have had to wear normal clothes ever since we landed in Tahiti. I swear I am going to strip the second we step inside Alonso's house.
I look over and can see Amanda fidgeting the same way I am. "Once we leave Rome, it is about an hour to Bari," Ethan told us as we got off the plane in Rome. "Alonso said he will have a car waiting for us, and it is only half an hour to his house. The car has tinted windows, and his driver is aware of the situation, so you can both change clothes in the car if you wish."