Page 8 of Single Girl Rules #ThreeHeadedMonster

“Fifteen. Plus three in the cockpit.”

“And where is the closest exit in case of a crash landing?”

I pointed to the main door. “Unless it’s a water landing.” I walked over to the emergency doors over the wing. “In which case, we must exit onto the wing.”

“Wow, you really do know your stuff.”

“Of course I do. #PrivatePlaneLife.” I was about to ask her for more brain busters, but Chad’s green Porsche was approaching on the tarmac. I rushed out and waved to him from the top of the stairs.

I could see him mouth the words hot damn when he saw me. Which was exactly the reaction I’d been hoping for.

“Welcome aboard Daddy’s fun jet, sir,” I said as Chad took the stairs two at a time.

“You look so fucking hot,” he said and leaned in for a kiss.

I pushed him away. “Excuse me, sir! Kissing flight attendants is strictly forbidden on this flight.” I made a show of straightening my uniform, which drew Chad’s eyes directly to my amazing cleavage. “And my eyes are up here. Now please go find your seat and prepare for takeoff.”

I smacked his cute little tush as he walked past me. Then I waved goodbye to Teddybear - now in the driver’s seat of Chad’s Porsche - and secured the airplane door.

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“Drinks?” I asked as I passed out the menus.

“Oooh,” said Ash. “I need more of that banana juice in my life.”

Wow. I was all for pre-gaming, but it was only like one in the afternoon. Ash was really coming out of her shell!

“I drink vodka,” said Slavanka.

I took the menus and disappeared into the kitchenette. I figured Slavanka could handle her vodka just fine so I gave her a nice healthy glass. But Ash on the other hand… She probably needed a day to cool down after last night. So I just put a little splash of banana juice into a glass of water.

I brought their drinks out to them and then turned my attention to Chad. “And for you, sir?”

“I’ll have a blowjob,” he said, pointing to blowjob on the menu.

Of course you will. “Excellent choice. Please come with me.” I grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom at the back of the plane.

“Have fun with friendboy,” called Slavanka to

me.

Friendboy? Wait a second! Slavanka had translated the Single Girl Rules. And she didn’t have the best command of English. What if there had been a translation error? For example…what if she’d translated boyfriend as friend. That would mean that Rule #3 was really: Never let a boyfriend go into a bathroom alone. Which made total sense. The rules were calling for more bathroom sex! I knew it!

Rather than continuing to the bedroom, I grabbed Chad’s lapel and pushed him into the bathroom.

He stumbled backwards until his butt was pressed against the sink. Which wasn’t much of a stumble, because the bathroom was quite small. Daddy really needed to upgrade to a bigger fun jet.

I locked the door and then turned to Chad. He was already unbuttoning his baby-blue shorts. Or trying to. His hands were shaking too much from his excitement. He was clearly in need of assistance. And as his flight attendant this afternoon…that was my job.

I dropped to my knees and shoved his hands out of the way. A second later his shorts fell to his ankles. He moaned as I wrapped my bright red lips around his cock.

It was even smaller than I remembered.

Back in high school I’d thought he was an okay size. But after getting fucked by a real man last night, and having Teddybear and Ghostie at my beck and call at all hours, I now knew that Chad was definitely on the smaller end of the spectrum. #SadPenisFacts. It didn’t even go into my throat when I went all the way down.

But it still must have felt amazing for him, because he groaned, “Oh God,” and gripped the sink like it was the only thing keeping him from completely losing control.

I slowed down a little to help him from skeeting too soon. And then I heard the rip of foil. A condom rapper fluttered down to the floor.

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