Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
Hello my name is Emma and I had recently started my new job as a flight attendant and I loved it. It allowed me to travel the world and get paid for it. The airline I worked for was one of the best aswell. Not only were they high paying but they gave you a lot of time between flights to travel and explore.
On my last flight I got put working in first class. The rumour was that only the best looking girls got put into first class. I must admit I did fall into that category. At 25 I was blonde with a slim toned body and bright blue eyes. I loved working in first class as it was so much more relaxed as you only had to serve a few people to give them extra service. Also they tipped massively.
My only problem was on my last flight I had a lady complain about me. She was a stuck up rich women that no matter what I did she moaned about. With me still being on my probation it meant that I could not get another complaint. As we got ready to board the passengers on our next flight, Sue the head attendant pulled me to one side.
"Best behaviour this flight." She told me sternly. She was an older women but she was still stunning to look at. She was nice but very firm with her team in first class. She was dressed in the same uniform as me. Black skirt, white blouse, black jacket and a small black hair piece.
"I will be." I told her.
"I'm not joking." She said firmly. "I've been told that if you get a complaint this flight you will be fired."
"What? It was just some stuck up women's complaint." I said.
"That lady was a share holder in the airline and she was not happy." She told me.
"But I did nothing wrong." I muttered.
"I'm sure you did not. But you are too new for me to be able to back you up." She said. "Listen, do well on this flight and I will personally put in a good word."
"Thank you, I will." I said with a hopeful smile.
After that we started to board passengers. We quickly got them seated and we began making our personal introductions to the ones we would be looking after. As I got to the very front seat Sue was already taking to the passenger.
"Here comes Emma." She said to him as I approached.
I walked into his seating area, first class had their very own rooms that were fully private, and said hello. He man seated was older, 40s maybe 50s, with a thin frame and black hair.
"Emma, this is Mr Stone." She told me.
"Nice to meet you Mr Stone." I said politely.
"Emma here needs to be on here best behaviour. Any complaints this flight and she will be let go." She told him. I gave her a shocked look that she would tell him this. Sue left and I got his drink order from him and went to prepare it before take off.
"You got Mr Stone?" One of the other girls asked.
"Yeah, you know him?" I asked back.
"He is one of the share holders, and his very handsy if you get what I mean." She told me.
Great, that meant for the next 10 hours I was going to have to deal with being groped. What was worse was the fact he knew he had my job in his hands. I made his drink, whiskey on the rocks, and went to serve it to him. As I walked him he pointed to the small table to his left, which meant I had to lean over him to put it down. As I did I felt his hand go to my arse and grab it. As I stood back up he kept his hand on my arse. I gave him a smile and asked if he needed anything else. He gave me a squeeze and said not yet.
The same thing happened each time I went to check on him. Each time he gave me a knowing smile as he groped my arse. After dinner had been served we dimmed the lights and the flight got more relaxed. I took my jacket off as it gets warm and made another round to make sure everyone was ok. Mr Stone was my last visit and I knocked on his door and he opened it for me. He went straight for my arse and I let him.
"Can I get you anything?" I asked.
"Another whiskey. And maybe undo a few buttons when you bring it." He said pointing to my top. I blushed hard and left to get his drink.
I made his drink and just before I got back to his seat I undid my top 3 buttons. This showed off a little bit of my cleavage. I felt cheap doing it but I had no choice. He smiled as I walked in and as I leaned over he got a good look down my top.
"Guess you really want this job." He laughed. I smiled at him and blushed even harder.