With the only other passengers on the plane a gaggle of old grannies (who turn up their noses primly as his azure ass wiggles down the aisle), dad quickly lays claim to the drinks trolley before it has even had chance to be wheeled from the rear of the plane. A stewardess stands by, receiving a steady stream of bills and delivering him a steady stream of drinks. He finds a kindred soul among "her", discovering that the stewardess (now named Trish) was once a steward named Dylan.
"There's not much demand for flight attendants these days because there aren't as many passengers," she explains with a gesture to the vacant seats. "They laid me off two years ago. Angel Airways were recruiting but only taking on women so I decided I'd make the change. They even paid for my surgery in exchange for a six-year contract. It was weird at first but now I love it! Everybody thinks you have to be a braindead bimbo to do this job but whatever - I get to fly all over the world for free and all I have to do is flash a smile and these puppies at the passengers!" she giggles, waggling her fake tits.
Dad sips his beer. "That sounds like the perfect job."
"It really is. A girl in every airport... stuck on long haul flights with three other babes with nothing else to do? I really am in heaven," she laughs, her angelic wings giving a delighted shiver. She leans forward and lowers her voice to a whisper. "Most flights we bunk off and go make-out on the flesh-cube pile. The only downside is when I have to go "relieve" the pilots, if you know what I mean, but I usually get one of the others to cover for me, plus I'm getting my bisexual chip installed this month!" she says, tapping her forehead.
The suit constricts about his loins at the image of the crew rolling about on a fleshy pile of transfigured passengers. "I knew I should have booked super-economy," he sighs to himself.
"You're free to join us if you want."
Beer foam erupted from his nose with a snort. "You're inviting me to... to make out with three-"
"Four."
"-four stewardesses?!" he squeaked. The suit was now fighting his member in earnest.
"Sure. The girls have been talking about you, they've never been with a blue woman before. You can bring your boyfriend if you want."
He took a deep, steadying breath to compose himself...
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