by Ella Ford
In time, Stafford beckoned Ruth forwards and she knelt beside Jenny, knowing what Stafford required of her. Stafford let go of Jenny’s hair, and Ruth immediately took hold of it herself, angling Jenny’s head upwards to look directly at her. The girl surveyed Jenny’s face, before unleashing her tongue, lapping up every drop of Stafford’s seed. Jenny closed her eyes and allowed herself to be licked clean by the other girl. She relished the touch of her tongue on her face, the warmth of her breath, the rough grasp of her hands. She loved being a plaything for these people, a toy that they passed between themselves.
When Ruth was satisfied that she’d taken all she could, she stood smartly and wriggled her skirt down around her legs. “Will that be everything sir?” she asked Stafford, who was busily recovering his trousers.
“Yes, thank you Ruth, that will be all for now,” he answered, and Ruth hurried to the door, pausing only to pick up her discarded shoe.
Stafford returned to the seat at his desk and regarded Jenny intently. Jenny still kneeled on the floor, bewildered and exhausted. She suddenly realised where she was and got up, standing straight and proud. “Is sir satisfied?” she asked when she had recovered her breath.
“Yes, thank you Miss Jones,” Stafford replied, “Your demonstration was very effective. I’m prepared to give you another chance. Please do not let me down. You may go,” and he turned back to the pile of paperwork beside him.
Jenny quickly gathered her clothes into a hasty pile and headed for the door, aware that she was completely naked but no longer really caring. As she left the office, she paused at Ruth’s desk, bent down, pulled Ruth’s face to hers and gave her a long, deep kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly to the surprised PA.
“No, thank you,” Ruth replied as Jenny hurried out into the square.
Chapter 4
The rest of her time at SubAir Academy passed without incident. Her days were spent learning the myriad techniques used by SubAir hostesses to better serve their passengers.
From an ancient Indian woman, she learned the skills of tantric massage. From a New York bartender, she learned how to make the perfect Martini. She learned the proper etiquette of submission - when to make eye contact, when to speak, the correct way to kneel. She learned about the bodies of men and the bodies of women, forming a mental map of sensitive areas of each and the techniques used to manipulate them.
By night, she retired to the dorms with Brie and Kelly or one of the other girls from the class and practised what they learned on each other. They roleplayed situations and scenarios, before collapsing exhausted to sleep in each other’s arms.
From the original class of fifteen, only six made it through the course. The others dropped out gradually, unable to cope with the demands of submission. Jenny felt pity for them, and realised how close she had come to dropping out herself. If anything, the loss of her friends caused her to redouble her efforts to make it to graduation.
By the end of the fortnight, only the final exam stood between the remaining six girls and their dreams.
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The day of the final exam arrived and Principal Stafford arrived at the classroom to brief them. He was accompanied by Ruth, who clutched a clipboard to her heaving chest. Jenny’s eyes met Ruth’s and Ruth winked at her. The other girls in the class giggled at the obviousness of this and Jenny blushed. They all knew that she and Ruth had been fucking at every opportunity.
“Settle down girls,” Stafford spoke with authority and the room became quiet. “Today is your final exam. Survive this test and you will graduate to become a SubAir hostess. By Monday of next week, you will be in your posts, putting what you’ve learned into practise.”
He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing.
“You will be taken, one by one, to the simulation room and placed in a training scenario. You will be assessed on a number of criteria and marked accordingly based on your performance. Is anything unclear?”
None of the girls spoke.
“Very well, then. Ruth, could you take the first girl down to the assessment room?” he turned to Ruth and Ruth studied the clipboard for the first name. Jenny didn’t know whether she would prefer to go first or last. She supposed that it was better to get it over and done with, it wasn’t as though they’d be able to talk to each other afterwards.
“Jenny Jones, please come with me,” Ruth finally spoke and Jenny gasped in surprise.
Oh well, first it is, she sighed and stood to follow Ruth out of the room. They made their way out into the hall and down the main stairwell. Jenny had never been down here before and wondered what the assessment room would be like. As she pondered her fate, Ruth grabbed her arm, pushed her roughly against the wall and kissed her hard on the lips. She lingered for a moment, before pulling back.
“Good luck,” she said, grinning sheepishly and continued walking. Jenny blinked to clear her head and followed her.
They soon reached the assessment room. A red light shone above the door with the words “Exam in progress” in stark black writing on it. Ruth turned to face her, her expression serious and businesslike. I guess playtime is over, thought Jenny.
“You have half an hour. If you leave the room before this time, you will fail the assessment. While inside the room, you will behave as a SubAir hostess and act accordingly. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes,” said Jenny, nervous and uncertain. Ruth pushed the door open and motioned for her to step inside. Jenny followed her prompt and stepped into the darkened room. As she strained to see where she was, the lights came on, momentarily blinding her. When her vision returned, she looked around and was surprised by what she saw.
She was in a room that had been mocked up in the style of a SubAir jet cabin. She stood by the entrance door, which from this side appeared to be the door to the cockpit. To her left was the galley, with the familiar collection of food and drink containers. She looked down the length of the cabin and noticed that it was arranged in the SubAir style. There was no economy class as in a regular plane, just a number of spacious cubicles, each containing two large reclining seats and plenty of floor space. Each cubicle was enclosed by chest-high partitions, affording the passengers within some degree of privacy. Quickly, her hostess training took over and she noticed a blinking light over one of the cubicles. Someone required her attention. She took a deep breath, straightened her neck scarf and quickly made her way down the length of the cabin.
She reached the cubicle and peered in apprehensively, not sure what she was going to find. She was surprised to find a young couple within. They were obviously quite affluent, their clothes well made and luxurious. They appeared to be in their late twenties perhaps. He was clean shaved and neatly groomed. He wore a dark grey suit and white shirt. He seemed disinterested and aloof. His companion was a striking brunette, her face pale and measured yet deeply attractive. She wore a smart skirt suit, a deep cream colour with crisp black blouse. Her hair was held up in a stern bun and she looked at Jenny with utter disdain.
Jenny remembered where she was, and straightened herself up, crossing her arms behind her and parting her legs slightly. “Sir, mistress, how may I serve you?” she asked, not making eye contact.
“What took you so long?” the young man said. “My wife’s feet are hurting. See to them would you.”
“Certainly sir,” replied Jenny without hesitation, and fell to her knees in front of the man’s wife. “May I mistress?” she asked, glancing up at the woman, taking care not to overstep her mark. The woman nodded curtly and looked away.
Jenny took the woman’s right leg, and carefully lifted it into her lap. She noted the soft touch of the woman’s stockings and admired the fine shoe she wore. Without hesitation, Jenny slipped the shoe off and placed it carefully on the floor beside her. She shifted her attention to the other foot, again slipping off the shoe and placing it beside her. The woman wiggled her toes approvingly, encouraging Jenny to continue.
With an expert touch,
Jenny took the right foot and pressed her thumb into the soles, gently at first but gradually increasing the pressure. The woman’s foot was warm, but not unpleasant and smelled faintly of Italian leather and sweat. Jenny enjoyed the aroma and lavished her attention entirely on her subject. The woman’s face softened at Jenny’s touch, she started to sink back into her chair. Her husband had finally started to take an interest and gazed at Jenny as she kneaded his wife’s stockinged foot.
Tentatively, Jenny lifted the foot to her mouth, her eyes never leaving the face of the woman, looking for a single note of discomfort. The woman responded with an eager nod and Jenny wrapped her lips around the woman’s toes. The woman squirmed with pleasure as Jenny flicked her tongue over the soft fabric of the woman’s stocking. She withdrew and held the foot higher, placing her tongue on the heel and licking slowly along the length of the arch. The woman gasped and clutched the armrests of her seat. Jenny eagerly kissed the sole, occasionally stopping to lick her toes or nibble along the edge of the foot.
Jenny found herself becoming excited and longed to move her attentions up this woman’s long leg, but brought herself under control. She gently returned the foot to her lap and picked up the other one, keen not to neglect a single part of her passenger’s body. She repeated her attentions, first teasing with quick flicks of her tongue, before devouring her toes until the stocking was drenched in her saliva and the woman’s sweat.
Jenny glanced around and noticed that the man had unfastened his pants and had taken out his cock, by now fully erect, and was absentmindedly playing with it. The man noticed her gaze and beckoned her towards him. She gently placed his wife’s feet back on the floor and crawled over to his seat. The wife moaned in displeasure.
As Jenny reached the man’s seat, he leaned forwards to grab her neck scarf. Roughly, he pulled her up to her feet and towards himself. Jenny allowed herself to be directed and swung her right leg over his body, straddling him on the wide chair. She hurriedly hitched up her skirt and pushed aside her panties as he slid his body down the chair, positioning his erect cock under her waiting pussy. Without waiting for instruction, she lowered herself onto him, never losing eye contact as she did so.
She took it slowly at first, raising and lowering her pelvis, drawing her pussy lips over his throbbing cock until she was sure that he was fully comfortable. His expression told her he was ready to step it up a notch and she gradually increased the pace and depth of her strokes. He responded by grabbing her hips and attempting to control the rhythm, but she was fully in control here and he soon relented.
Jenny turned to her left and saw that the woman had exposed herself and was frantically rubbing her own clit. Jenny longed to pay it some attention herself. One thing at a time, she thought and turned her attention back to the man she now rode. She reached out with her hands and expertly unbuttoned his shirt, never once missing a beat in her constant piston-like motion. She lay her hand on his chest, relishing the rough hair and warmth of his skin. She felt her own pleasure rising from her pussy and quickened her pace, throwing her head back and moaning. Suddenly, she felt a hand on the back of her head. It gripped her hair and turned her roughly to the left. The woman had stood and now held her face inches from her own.
Jenny felt the woman’s hot breath on her face as she panted uncontrollably. She let herself be dragged backwards by the woman, eager to reach out and kiss her but resistant until permitted to do so. The woman dragged her off her husband and to the floor. The man grunted as his cock flopped out of Jenny’s pussy. The woman was like a savage animal and pinned Jenny to the floor, straddling her chest with her legs over Jenny’s arms, her wet pussy mere inches from Jenny mouth. Jenny’s nose was filled with the thick aroma of her desire and she longed to taste it as well. The woman’s frantic eyes regarded Jenny’s face, savouring this moment of dominance, then plunged her hands again into Jenny’s hair, pulling her head upwards to her waiting pussy.
Jenny was consumed by the warmth of it but regained her senses momentarily, thrusting her tongue out and upwards, exploring this new environment with furious abandon. The woman tensed and clutched her head tighter. Elsewhere, Jenny was faintly aware of her ankles being grabbed firmly and raised off the ground, arching her back and forcing her own pussy upwards. Seconds later, the man thrust his cock deep into her, still holding her ankles high. Jenny gasped, and held tight to the woman’s thighs that were wrapped around her head. The woman squeezed as Jenny’s frenetic probing intensified. The man pounded her harder and harder, grunting as he did so. Jenny felt herself approaching climax, but suppressed the feeling and concentrated on her passengers.
For long moments, Jenny probed and teased, her expert tongue eager and skilled. She struggled to remain focused, the increasingly frantic thrusts into her pussy becoming more distracting with every hard penetration. She began to feel herself losing control. It was simply too much - the intoxicating odour of the woman sitting on her face, the intense waves of joy from below. She longed to unleash herself and surrender to her lust.
The man came first. His frantic pounding peaked with a final deep thrust that caused Jenny to scream as he pumped her full of his hot seed. He gripped her ankles tight enough to hurt as the orgasm took him. Jenny ignored the discomfort and pressed her mouth harder on to the woman’s clitoris. She was rewarded with a distant scream as the woman reach her peak, her hands clutched Jenny’s head deeper into her one final, endless time. Jenny finally allowed herself to come. Her own body tensed as the man and woman above her had done moments before. Lost in ecstasy, her mind erupted with sheer satisfaction. She thrilled at the sensations from her pussy, from the warmth of the woman on her face, from the sheer joy of submission and obedience. She hoped this feeling would never end.
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The passengers rose from her, pausing to straighten their clothes before returning to their seats. Jenny remembered where she was and pulled herself together. She stood smartly and quickly, arms crossed behind her back. She ignored her quivering limbs and the flush in her cheeks and gathered her wits. “Can I get you anything else sir?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“I’ll take a dry martini,” the man responded, his face utterly blank as though nothing had just happened.
“Mistress?” Jenny addressed the woman.
The woman looked at her with a grin and winked. “Nothing, thank you,” and turned her attention to a magazine.
Jenny returned to the front of the “plane” and was surprised to find the door was open. Ruth stood in the hallway and beckoned her out. Ruth’s face was flushed, and Jenny realised she’d probably seen her entire performance. Ruth kissed her lightly on the cheek, “Well done!”
Epilogue
Jenny was taken to a waiting room where she sat for what seemed like an eternity until the other girls had completed their assessments. She longed to know whether she’d passed or not, but realised that impatience was not becoming of a SubAir hostess. She forced herself to wait calmly, her back straight, legs neatly crossed.
In time, she was joined by Kelly, who looked more flustered than Jenny had ever seen her. “Phew,” was all that Kelly could say, before flopping into a chair beside Jenny. Next came Brie, she looked tired and drained and didn’t seem at all confident. None of the three girls talked about their assessment, they knew that as a SubAir hostess, the privacy of their passengers was paramount. Instead, they waited in silence to hear their fate.
The remaining three girls eventually emerged, in various states of dishevelment, faces flushed and flustered. They joined their friends and waited.
After what seemed like an eternity, Principal Stafford entered the room, followed closely by Ruth who still clutched her clipboard.
“Ladies, the assessment is now over,” he paused, drawing out the moment endlessly. Jenny squirmed in her seat, desperate to know. Finally, he continued with a smile, “I am very happy to tell you that each of you has passed and will graduate as SubAir hostesses!”
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hind him, Ruth clapped and whooped. The other girls remained quiet for a few seconds, unable to take it in, before erupting in cries of surprise and shouts of joy themselves. Jenny could scarcely believe it, she’d graduated from SubAir Academy! Her dream come true!
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As the celebrations died down, Principal Stafford approached Jenny. He placed one enormous hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. “Congratulations young lady, you performed brilliantly today.”
“Thank you sir,” she responded, blushing slightly.
“And I have some very interesting news for you. Your performance has attracted the attention of a very important individual. The owner of SubAir, Mr Grayson Chambers himself, was particularly interested in you and has requested that he provide your assignment personally.”
Jenny looked, unable to believe what she was hearing. Grayson Chambers was one of the world’s most wealthy men, a billionaire by all accounts.
“Starting on Monday, Miss Jones, you’ll be serving on the personal flight crew of Mr Grayson’s private jet!”
TO BE CONTINUED
Taken In The Cockpit
by Ella Ford
Chapter 1
“Take off your clothes and kneel at the end of the bed.”
Captain Blake snapped the order the minute they entered the opulent and spacious hotel room. Jenny Jones took a brief look around the plush suite before obediently following the command. She carefully parked her small wheeled suitcase in the alcove by the door and proceeded to undress.
