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“There’s nothing like having your own ride in the skies,” I said, dropping into one of the many plush leathers seat on the charter plane. It was one of several private planes from our private fleet.
In high school, we were the scrawny weird kids that liked the type of heavy metal music that everyone hated. After years of being teased and turned down for dates, things had really turned around for the better. We owned an airline.
Life really works out sometimes.
Considering how much money we had in the bank, buying the airline seemed like the right thing to do. At least that’s how Helena, our manager, put it to us. Constant travel was part of the gig, and to tour properly, we had to bring all of our equipment. Booking flights was a hassle, and then everything still seemed to go wrong. They always lost something. Gunner had to buy new drumsticks the last three times we traveled on a public flight.
It was tiresome, especially since the group flew first class to avoid such inconveniences. There was no amount of booze and warm nuts to make me okay with them losing my shit—and Gunner got even angrier than I did.
After a lot of discussion with Helena, Hard Fought bought Elite Air. It was one of those airlines that has always been used by rich guys who wanted to throw around their money. Years ago, the three of us would have scoffed at owning a plane, let alone several.
But now, it’s a necessary. Lost luggage is a pain when there are shows to be played. Groupies that ask us for signatures get tiresome. So yeah, we took the ultimate plunge, and now we have our own plane. This is rock star level shit.
There’s nothing wrong with throwing around a little cash if you’ve got it.
Sometimes, it was easy to forget that we had so much money because it’s incredibly far from our humble beginnings. Once upon a time, Gunner, Hudson, and I were just three punk kids with nothing but dreams and barely a hundred dollars between us.
I chuckled to myself, but the guys read my mind like they always did.
“Yeah, crazy isn’t it?” Gunner said with a low laugh. “We don’t fly first. We fly private.”
“Plus, it’s not just this baby,” Hudson said wryly. “We own six of these toys.”
“Touché,” Gunner grunted. He was spread out on what amounted to a damn sofa on the plane, dressed in a white T-shirt and shredded jeans. “What’s next? The world? How do we buy that?”
Hudson gave his usual subdued smile. “I don’t want to own anything except life, dude.”
Because Hudson can be a stick in the mud sometimes, a responsible adult who puts a damper on things. And frankly, we need that sometimes. Me and Gunner are still kids, goofing off and having fun. Hudson’s the one who actually moves us forwards.
So yeah, my man wasn’t happy with the purchase at first, but it was starting to grow on him. Maybe he wouldn’t admit it, but he loved flying in style just like the rest of us.
In fact, it was fucking amazing, thinking back to all the jocks that shoved us around back in high school. Those were the tumultuous years. The “cool kids” tortured the three of us just because they could.
Now, while they coached peewee football in northern Maine, we were traveling the world. Girls screamed our names while tiny boys screamed theirs.
I could just imagine, “Coach Curt! Coach Curt! I peed my pants!”
It felt good to know that hard work had finally paid off. Hundreds of guitar and singing lessons, the money we invested in Gunner’s drum-kit—there was a rhyme and reason to all this.
“You do own your life—and an airline,” I noted. Luxury was awesome. Maybe it wasn’t what we grew up with, but sometimes change is good.
“True.” Hudson looked around, his smirk growing. “Fuckin’ amazing, right?”
“Hell yeah,” Gunner growled. “I told you assholes it’d be like this someday. And now you believe me.”
Because Gunner was the dreamer. Even when we were playing in our shitty middle school garage band, Gunner always had his sights set on something bigger.
Turns out he was right.
I sat back in my chair, lounging. It was just after eleven in the morning. As far as we were concerned, it was too early to fly anywhere.
Because yeah, we got smashed after the Detroit show. After meeting our new personal assistant, the three of us needed some relaxation. Sure, pouncing on the little girl right then was an option, but it was too soon. After all, Hard Fought was hardly a group of gentlemen, but we were a group of professionals. Scaring off young women was not something that any of us aspired to do.
“One more city done,” Gunner said. “Chicago next, and about a million more to go.”
He was right. Touring was always long. In reality, there were only forty-seven cities on the itinerary, but they all blended into one another. Each time we visited a new place, time started to drag.
At the beginning of this whole thing, the three of us had been psyched to get on the road and play sold-out stadiums and amphitheaters. At least I was. Plus, it had been two years since we last toured in the United States. But as the weeks went on, something changed. The intense scheduling was starting to wear me down, and although I usually knew what my bros were thinking, I didn’t this time.
Well, at least not about the tour.
But I knew what they were thinking about on a personal level.
Because we all wanted our new assistant, Kate.
Speaking of the temptress, it sounded like she was nearby. The plump angel was the only other person that we were waiting for, and the sound of squeaking sneakers told me that it had to be her. What was up with the sneakers, anyways? And the khakis and polo shirts? I’ve never understood women who downplayed their assets, but there are always firsts.
We turned upon hearing the approaching footsteps.
“Miss Jugs herself,” Gunner growled.
And seconds later, Kate came on board. Fortunately, she didn’t hear Gunner’s predatory comment. Good, because I wouldn’t have blamed her if she quit.
And fuck, but the girl was beautiful.
She was still wearing that white polo shirt and those stupid khaki pants. They weren’t sexy clothes at all, but on a girl like Kate, shit, they were mind-blowing. I didn’t even hear the squeaky shoes anymore because my focus was on her massive breasts.
Oh yeah. Fantasy-level double-Ds bounced just right. God damn, I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on those tits. She was sexy as fuck and even that plain outfit couldn’t hide her thick lusciousness.
Her melons pressed up and out under the shirt, nipples tight as little hard candy kernels ready for me to suck. And her ass...fuck. I couldn’t wait to get into that.
Gunner looked at me, then we both exchanged glances with Hudson who was practically salivating and rubbing his cock right in front of her.
Fuck.
We couldn’t wait to get into that.
And the best part of this? We were all alone. One of the perks of owning our own airline was that we were riding alone with Kate to Chicago. Everybody else was on a second plane that had already left an hour before ours. They had to set shit up, while we sat back and enjoyed the ride.
This is the life.
And yet, our victim didn’t even realize.
The eighteen-year-old goddess came on board with a little clipboard, barely paying attention to where she was, looking down, all business. And at the last step to get into the plane, she tripped. Instantly, I jumped up to catch her before the brunette tumbled.
Hey, playing hero can be fun. It would only make her want me more.
“Oh!” She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and shit, but my cock jerked to instant attention, practically bouncing off the clipboard.
Her tits shoved into my chest. Their points scraped over my hard pecs in the most perfect way. If she had been any other girl, I would’ve thought she had done it on purpose, but that wasn’t the case. Our delightful little princess was too innocent.
“I’m sorry,” Kate mumbled, red-faced and
hot.
She panted a little and started to pull away. I let her go but not before she slipped her eyes down to my crotch and caught sight of my hard-on.
A gasp ensued.
Oh yeah pretty baby.
It’s all for you.
The girl turned wide eyes to me, before jerking her eyes away, cheeks hot. The air in the cabin practically vibrated from nerves.
But I was fine. My buddies were fine. Gunner and Hudson stared at her like she was their first and last meal wrapped up into one.
“You like what you see?” Gunner asked, his voice a low and growling tease.
“Oh my God.” I could hear the way her breath trembled in her throat, chest heaving a bit. “This plane is amazing!”
Oh yeah, pretty baby.
And just like before, it’s all for you.
Our beautiful girl stared at the luxurious interior. She was clearly impressed by the half a dozen seats all upholstered in premium white leather, the full kitchen, and the suite in the back.
Gunner had been back there earlier and left the door a little open. From where Kate was, she could see the bed, the expensive rug, and the light that burned bright in the room, illuminating it like a treasure at the end of a long tunnel—or hallway, in this case.
“Wow,” she stammered awkwardly. “This is amazing.”
“You better believe it, Kitty-Kat,” Gunner growled. “This is how you live from now on. Private planes. Good food. Fine champagne. It’s a helluva lifestyle.”
Interesting.
Normally, he didn’t give nicknames to any of the girls that we wanted to fuck. He doesn’t even use names, period. It’s generally “girl,” “chickie,” “chickadee,” or something else along those lines.
Yeah, pretty misogynistic.
But hey, my buddy’s bad with names.
So this was a turnaround. Not only did he remember our assistant, but Gunner had created something special for her.
And Hudson wasn’t about to be outdone.
“If you want to lie down, just go back and spread out,” Hudson drawled. “Relax. Make yourself comfortable.”
He sounded all sincere and shit, as if any “spreading out” she was going to do wouldn’t have us right there beside her—or on top of her, or inside her…
Fuck.
I had to stop thinking about what we were going to do to Kitty-Kat. She was the hottest chick we’d ever seen, hands down. The guys knew it, and so did my dick.
“For now, just chill here.” I gestured to one of the chairs. “Have a drink?”
The leather was white and soft, and it would have looked even better with her naked and spread out on top of it, legs wide and her pussy dripping wet for our hard shafts.
Aw shit.
I adjusted the thick meat in my jeans.
And slowly, Kate took a seat.
“Is there a stewardess?” she asked hesitantly, looking around. “A flight attendant of some sort?”
I chuckled at the same time as Gunner and Hudson.
“Isn’t that supposed to be you?” Hudson asked with a jerk of his chin her way.
“Oh!” She blinked around the plush cabin at us like a bolt of electricity just ran through that lovely body of hers. “Ah, yes. Helena asked me to study seatbelt safety guides and emergency landing brochures.” The girl was breathless and obviously nervous—just the way we liked our women. “I thought it was in case I had to fill in, or if we had a water landing.”
Water landing. Our girl knew all the terminology already.
“No, honey. You’re everything to us on this plane. Stewardess. Nut warmer. Whatever.” I grinned, making my smirk extra wicked.
“Oh okay,” she stammered. But then consternation crossed that pretty face and she jumped up, ready to give her speech. “First of all, please remain seated—”
We laughed and the roars filled the plane. Her cheeks flushed nice and red as she stared at all of us, confused. The poor girl didn’t realize that we were just playing around. None of us wanted to hear the stewardess song and dance. We just wanted her.
“Sit down, Kitty-Kat,” Gunner rumbled. “They’re just fucking with you.”
“Besides,” I said. “We’ve been on a fuck ton of flights. As much as I appreciate your eagerness to get started—” and damn if she didn’t look ready to point to all the exits and offer us all the in-flight service, “—you don’t need to do any kind of speech.”
Unless the chick was going to present that gorgeous fat ass of hers for us to fuck. That was a presentation I’d welcome.
“Oh, okay,” she said again, blushing even more.
Damn. This one would look fantastic with my cum splashed across those rosy cheeks.
I wanted to watch it drip like milk into her pretty, glossy mouth. My dick twitched again, firming up more.
Kate sat down then, a bundle of nerves. Shit, she was so beautiful, round and bouncy with those pink cheeks. Our princess wasn’t sure just how much we were joking with her. I had stopped thinking about jokes, though.
Because the girl was too beautiful. She bent over, the khakis stretching across her ass like an invitation.
That’s an invitation I’d take in a heartbeat.
Because Gunner was usually the one who went in for rimming. But Kate brought out the animal within. Her ass would taste incredible, musky and sweet as she backed that junk up onto my tongue. I licked my lips in anticipation.
Normally, licking a female’s back end was not my thing. That was Gunner’s job.
But with Kate, I was up for anything.
My obsession was no secret. I found myself sizing the female up again. It had to be obvious. I knew Gunner was staring at her plump butt too. If she let him, he would eat her ass like a pro. Hard Fought’s drummer tended to nasty fuck whenever it was available, getting down like none other.
But with Kate, I was ready to jump in the gutter too.
She was too gorgeous.
Absolutely tempting.
Irresistible.
And yet the innocent girl sat there, clueless, eyes wide and blinking.
That’s the bad thing about the young ones. They really have no idea. The three of us would have to spell it out for her.
So I raised my eyebrow at Gunner.
“Yo,” was my grunt.
“What?” he asked, a smug grin on his face, clearly thinking the same thing.
“You think Kate’s on it?”
I wiggled my tongue. He knew what that meant.
“Only one way to find out.”
“True.”
And when I looked up, the brunette staring at both of us, clearly confused by what was going on. Most women loved it when we acted out, but sweet Kitty-Kat just didn’t get it. She was naïve and innocent, a virgin in every respect.
“What are you talking about?” came her soft voice.
“Don’t worry about it, Kitty-Kat,” Hudson growled softly, eyes devouring the little girl.
Shit, he was going to fuck things up.
But who was I kidding?
Hunger ruled my stare as well. Plus, the bulge at my crotch was enormous now, the tip practically poking out from the waistband.
Who was doing the scaring now?
“Yeah, relax, Kitty-Kat. Ignore them,” Gunner drawled casually like it was no big deal.
But the girl couldn’t relax. I could practically read the thoughts going through her mind.
Why are they checking me out?
I didn’t try to bring any attention to myself. Look at these khakis for God’s sake! They’re hideous!
Maybe I’m just imagining it.
The thoughts were as plain as day on her face and I loved it. So many girls who came our way were hiding shit.
Hidden agendas.
Get rich quick schemes.
A hunger for money.
A desire to be famous.
But Kate was different.
This girl was as transparent as new glass. Every thought and feeling was etched
onto that soft, expressive face.
I’m gonna enjoying fucking her. The brunette will be delicious every which way. She’s gonna love it too.
It was picture perfect: seeing the pleasure take over that soft, supple form and rip through her entire body like a sound wave.
And after another nervous glance at us, Kate went back to the Helena-mandated clipboard. Nervously, she tucked a lock of her curly brown hair behind her ear. The blush on her cheeks and the way her eyes darted told a different story.
Yeah. Transparent like saran wrap.
In their seats, Gunner and Hudson grabbed their guitars and started to jam. It was the guys’ way of killing time as we cruised the friendly skies. Even on the plane, the two of them kept their instruments close.
Under the cover of the strumming guitars, Gunner spoke.
“I want her ass,” he hissed. “Before anyone else.”
“You can have it. Her mouth is mine.” Hudson thrummed his fingers over the strings and watched Kate discreetly. “I jerked off last night thinking about her sucking me off. She’d be real good at that. Look at those lips.”
I laughed. It wasn’t like they were telling me something I didn’t know. Her pussy was mine first. Just like always. We liked what we liked and the order hasn’t changed much in all the years we’ve been together.
I still wanted that ass, though. Eventually.
“That pussy has to be as tight as a drum,” Gunner rasped. “Tight, tight, tight, oh so tight,” came the refrain.
My dick was already leaking at the thought of getting down. Plus, this hushed conversation wasn’t exactly making things easier.
I looked at the guys and tilted my head with a question.
Gunner nodded, and then without hesitation, Hudson did too.
Pretty soon, the pilot came over the speaker, interrupting our thoughts. But fine. Now that we’d taken off, it was time to get rockin’.
“This is your captain speaking. We have now reached cruising altitude, and I’ve turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. Please feel free to walk about the cabin,” came the droning voice.
And then he was gone.
I turned to our sweet little assistant. “Kate, can you get me some nuts please?”
Immediately, she nodded and jumped to her feet. A wriggling ass greeted me like a friendly puppy under those khakis. It was hard not to pet it when she came back with the tray of nuts.
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