All these pleasures...

"You know what I bring to the table," the man smiled impishly at Samson.

He snapped his fingers, and Anna pulled off her flight jacket and stripped down to just her fishnet stockings. The attractive brunette then promptly swallowed Samson's dick in a single motion. Samson involuntarily slumped in his chair as the sensation hit his brain's pleasure center- an old friend warmly welcomed by his dopamine sensors.

"Fuck you Gray!" he barely managed to get it out, "I'm not going back..."

Even Samson had to admit that his statement had come out more like a question. Another snap from Gray and the lusty flight attendant pirouetted like a practised ballerina, before expertly impaling herself onto Samson.

Five breathless minutes later Samson exploded into Anna's warm pussy with a relish he hadn't felt in years. Once it became clear he was done, she gathered up the clothing she had discarded and staggered back up to the front of the plane on unsteady legs. Samson could feel himself being pulled back into the old habits. Long ago his therapist had warned him of the danger that a relapse would permanently leave him in an addicted state. Yet it felt so good, using and discarding women like Anna.

He knew, though, that there were no shades involved. He could be Samson Grey, or he could follow Gray down the rabbit hole. He might never come back out.

"That's completely false, my old friend!" Gray interjected into Samson's thoughts as he so often did. "I give you my word, we can enjoy this weekend, and then send you back home as normal and boring as you have ever been. What's the harm?"