I am the founder and CEO of MiHOP. You never heard of MiHOP? Not surprising, most people never have. As a matter of fact only a small select group of people have.
There is a small group of us who collectively own and operate MiHOP. But its my brain-child and I found the main investors, so I got the title's.
So what is MiHOP? It's a small jet service. You may have even seen our jet yourself. You wouldn't know it though. Our jet is royal blue and has no markings other than the reguired FAA numbers.
The MiHOP jet fly's out of a different airport four times a week. The cost of a MiHOP ticket is a bit pricey, ok very pricey when you consider your trip is a four and half hour round trip back to the airport you departed from. But the drinks are free and the plane is never over crowded.
Okay let me explain. MiHQP stands for "Mile High Orgy Plane". We bought a second hand commercial jet. Stripped out two thirds of the seats. We replaced those with sofas, mattresses, and the like. The seats we left in the plane are all first class size and style. Not carrying luggage and such gives us extra room below for some special parties, but that's another story entirely.
The selection of stewardess's was a pleasurable task that fell upon my co-pilot, Jeff. As you would imagine, the girls had to know how to be a stewardess and had to, shall we say, know how to handle our customers properly. After many, many interviews, Jeff found us four lovely ladies who rotate shifts.
Holly was scheduled for tonight's flight. Holly is a stunning redhead with captivating green eyes. Her long mane of beautiful hair falls halfway to her shapely ass. Being a tit-man, it's her 38D's that pump up my manhood. Standing at the gate she looks both sexy and professional. She smiles seductively at the flight crew as we board.
Jeff and I enter the cockpit and begin the pre-flight. Twenty minutes later everything checks out okay and were ready for passenger boarding. I make it a point to personally greet the passengers, its my chance to check out the women. I am always amazed at the general cross section we always get. Young, old, thin, bbw, average and beautiful, a regular smorgasbord of females.
When Holly comes through the door I know the last passenger is on board. I help Holly secure the door and head into the cockpit to begin departure. Ten minutes later we are in the air and banking out over the ocean. Another three minutes and I pick up the mike and address the passengers.
"Good eyenino Ladies and Gentlemen. This is your captain, Dale Paschel. We are climbing to our cruising altitude of 11,000 feet. Currently we are climbing through the one mile high mark." I stop to listen to the cheer from our passengers. "And I have just turned out the seatbelt sign. So you can feel free to move about the cabin." This brings the second cheer.
The door opens and Holly steps in with sodas for Jeff and I. As amazing as she looks in her "in terminal" outfit, she is absolutely sultry in her "in flight" outfit. The girls (as we call the stewardess) get to choose their own outfit for in flight. Holly likes to wear a French Maids outfit that accentuates her womanly charms.
About an hour into the flight the jet on autopilot and Jeff and I are chatting.
"Time for me to hit the rest room Buddy. You got the bird for me?"
"Sure thing Dale. And while your out there, why don't you take some time and 'mingle' with the passengers."
"I just might do that. There was this pretty Blond that came on board, I might go looking for her."
