An Uneventful Flight to London

"You know what I can't wrap my head around?" I mused, staring at the pictures of my father displayed on the private jet's TV screen. "We've had eyes everywhere for the past decade, especially in the Western world. Why did he show up in London just now?"

My assistant tried to mumble something, but my cock in her mouth kept her from forming proper words. She had been sucking me off for the past 20 minutes, unsuccessfully so far. My mind was elsewhere. I looked down at her, and she looked up at me, her emerald green eyes asking if she should stop. I loved the way she managed to convey complex sentences with the right balance of eyebrow movement and eye-widening. Right now, she was clearly saying, 'I may be your fuck toy, but I can't deepthroat you for an hour straight, Sir.' I chuckled and pushed her head away softly. She came off my dick, the loud sound of her lips coming undone adding a nice touch of obscenity to the scene.

"Jesus, I can barely feel my jaw," she complained, massaging her cheeks with her right hand while her left one was still firmly stroking me to no avail. I'd been half hard ever since she began sucking, not into it enough to reach climax but too frustrated to let go. Selene stared at my dick as she shook it, biting her lower lip in a frustrated pout. "Any softer than that, and we'll officially go from sausage to noodle, Sir."

I chuckled. "Yeah, sorry. I'm a bit distracted by this whole thing." I nodded toward the TV screen, which was still frozen on the last photo we had of my father. The elusive scientist was walking in the streets of London, a large coat wrapped around him and a cap on his head. He didn't look much older than the last time I'd seen him, so many years ago.

"So should I just stop squeezing your noodle or...?" she asked with a smirk. "I mean, I can keep at it, but I have a feeling my brainwashed brain would be better used to try and solve that puzzle with you."

"Well..." I trailed off, tilting my head as I stared at her beautiful face. God... Why did I have such a weak spot for that woman? My growing harem was now an international menagerie, with gorgeous mind-controlled babes from every corner of the planet carefully sprinkled along my path, always available for me to use whenever I wished. But no matter how hot and sexy they all were, something about Selene made her just... more. She was my right hand in all the ways that mattered.

"CIA-trained counterintelligence officer with a decade of field experience and a genius-level IQ at your service. Or..." she continued, breaking the silence and raising an eyebrow. "You know, just a bunch of holes. At your service, too." She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out invitingly. "At least keep my mouth free so we can have a proper discussion," she said with a wink. "Mumbling only gets you so far."

"Yeah, I guess it's a wrap then," I admitted. "You can stop."

"Thank god," she groaned, letting go of my dick and shaking her sore wrist. "I swear, I'm gonna have to order a cockring and some Viagra for you if you keep insisting on sex during brainstorming sessions. You're really bad at cumming when your mind's somewhere else."

"Well, sorry for not having the ability to cum on command," I grinned, zipping up my pants. Selene gave me a smirk as she tried to get rid of the wrinkles on her business skirt and straighten her blouse. She ran a hand through her short, black hair and finally looked back at me.

"Maybe you should ask one of your slugs for that upgrade," she teased.

"Oh yeah? Is it worth the trouble?" I asked her, smirking.

She giggled. "I'm certainly not complaining, Sir." She shook her head, letting out a soft sigh. "Then again, I'm literally brainwashed to be loyal to you. So, you know..."

"So your opinion doesn't matter?"

"Oh, no, no," she said quickly. "It matters! Of course, it matters! You'd be lost without me, Sir," she grinned. "I'm just saying I might be a tiny bit biased when it comes to the morals and ethics of my current situation."

I scoffed. "Jesus, you sound like Dr. Green, a long time ago." I shook my head. "Anyway, back to the problem at hand. What do you make of that?" I pointed at my father's picture.

My beautiful assistant pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes as she studied the image. "Honestly, something is fishy. Your father's been a ghost for two decades, never resurfacing, never making any contact. Why would he suddenly show up in London, of all places?"

"I know, right?" I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I looked out the plane's window, watching the clouds above the ocean below. "Either he's been hiding there this whole time, or he's managed to infiltrate the capital unnoticed. The place is filled with cameras, yet we never picked up on his presence."

"It's convenient, isn't it?" Selene pointed out. "Just the man you've been looking for caught entering a random warehouse on a street security camera."

"Exactly," I agreed. "It feels like a trap."

"It's definitely a trap," Selene agreed. "The question is, who laid the bait?"

I snapped my fingers, pointing at her. "Yup... We've had total control over the UK for the past seven years. Even the damn Queen got the 'treatment'," I chuckled. "May she rest in peace..."

"I didn't know you liked them that old," Selene joked.

I rolled my eyes. "What I'm trying to say is that whatever it is, it's an underground operation. Either very discrete or with the means to avoid our detection."

"Who better than your dad to pull that off, Sir?" Selene asked, raising an eyebrow. "He may very well have mind-controlling slugs of his own."

"Maybe..." I pondered. "If that's the case, I guess the question is, what does he want?"

"What do you want?" Selene shot back.

I turned my head to stare at her. "Me? Sex, obviously," I smirked. Selene laughed, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. "But also world domination, by proxy, thanks to my little deal with Madam President of the United States." I tapped the side of my head. I certainly wasn't clear of any brainwashing, though in my case, I had managed to remain in power, at least partially. "But just because I want those things doesn't mean he wants the same."

"Or he could very well not be the one in charge," Selene continued. "He could be acting on behalf of someone else."

"Yeah, that's a possibility too. We don't know why he created the slugs. Or where he got the means to do it. We found no trace of his activities before his disappearance, and the lab at my parent's house wasn't equipped to handle such research. It was more of a storage unit, really. So, he may have been working for someone else. Someone with the financial means to fund such a project." I paused, thinking. "But how could we have missed such a big player?"

One of the pilots walked into the passenger cabin, her eyes staring straight at me with the usual confusion that came with the standard programming. I was skipping over her memory like a pebble on a lake, unable to stick for more than a few minutes. Yet, she was finding herself casually compelled to do my bidding and actively seeking to please me whenever I was in sight.

"Erm, Sir," she said hesitantly, avoiding eye contact. "Pardon the interruption. We've just received clearance to land at Farnborough Airport instead of Heathrow. It's closer to the venue listed in your itinerary and avoids a potential delay at customs. I wanted to confirm if this aligns with your preferences." She was hot. Her uniform was tight against her frame, accentuating her curves. Her auburn hair was tied in a bun that framed her face, and her full lips were painted red, begging to be kissed. Finding sexy private jet pilots wasn't the easiest task. I didn't remember brainwashing her before, but then again, since only Emily and I were allowed to bond slugs, and she was busy ruling the free world, it meant I was the one in charge of doing most of the programming. My men would select suitable candidates, and I would handle the brainwashing part myself. Either they'd get them to a specific location, or I'd do it on the go. She was likely from an old batch if I couldn't remember her. The goal was to have as many available minions around the globe as possible to facilitate travel and lodging. They would remain obedient to me above all else but would also respond to keywords or commands from my people. When it came to the President, looks were not always a priority. When it came to my own personal needs, however...

"Yeah, sounds good," I said absentmindedly, ogling the woman without shame. My eyes were drawn to her chest, where her uniform stretched tautly over her large breasts.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment as if trying to make sense of the situation. Her gaze flickered between Selene and me, a mix of uncertainty and curiosity in her expression. I'd seen that look before; the standard programming didn't erase all of her natural reactions, and she must have been wondering what the hell was going on. She couldn't really be alarmed, and this, too, was likely to puzzle her further. Why had she accepted to be pulled from her usual flight schedule to ferry a strange man and his assistant to London? Why did she keep forgetting who I was? And why, with my eyes locked on her, was she suddenly feeling even more accommodating?

"Is there anything else you require, Sir?" she asked, her voice a mixture of professionalism and a hint of flirtation, though the way she raised her eyebrows told me she didn't quite understand why she was finding it so natural to hit on me.

"If she manages to get you hard, I'm quitting," Selene joked, rolling her eyes. I ignored her.

"Don't you have a plane to pilot?" I asked, not bothering to hide the amused smirk on my face. "Or can your colleague handle it by herself?"

The woman blushed, her eyes briefly glancing toward the cockpit before returning to me. "I... suppose she can," she admitted. She hesitated for another moment before her eyes darted down, landing on my crotch. Yup, her sense of priorities was definitely skewed. "I could... get you a drink? Some food? Or... I don't know..."

"Take off your top," I commanded. She blinked at me, probably surprised by her lack of surprise. Her hands immediately went to her shirt, and she started unbuttoning it. Selene shook her head, looking away.

"Is it the uniform?" she asked. "Do I need a flight attendant's uniform too? Is that what does it for you?"

I chuckled as the woman undid the last button and pulled the fabric apart, exposing her black lace bra. "Context is everything, Doll," I reminded her, using my assistant's pet name. "What makes it hot is the power play. A pilot is used to being in a position of authority, in command of the whole plane. Having her submit to me is sexy."

"I know. I was joking. It's not like I've watched you fuck thousands of women..." Selene sighed and sat back in her seat, watching the pilot remove her shirt and let it fall to the floor. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it drop as well. Her breasts bounced as they were freed, her dark nipples stiffening in the cool air. Thank God for turbulence, I thought, watching her tits jiggle with every movement of the plane.

"Keeping them half aware of what's happening is also part of the fun," I added, admiring the woman's chest. "There's something sexy about the look in their eyes when they stand at the edge of..." I trailed off, pointing at the topless woman's face. "See! That look! That 'why am I doing this?' look!"

The poor woman's eyebrows were furrowed, but she made no move to cover up. "Anything else?" she asked, her tone both uncertain and curious.

"Do you have a husband? Boyfriend?" I asked casually.

She blinked, hesitating for a moment. "I do. My... my boyfriend is an airline pilot, too," she replied.

"Even better!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together. "Suck my cock!" I ordered, unzipping my pants and taking out my dick. She obediently dropped to her knees and crawled over to me, taking my hardening member in her hand and stroking it. "Now that's an upgrade from the noodle," Selene observed, watching the scene unfold.

I grunted in agreement as the pilot took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my tip. She began to bob up and down, her head moving rhythmically as she sucked me off. I leaned back in my seat, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on my cock. "Oh God!" I groaned. "Doll, why don't you brief me on the schedule while I enjoy myself here?"

Selene sighed and pulled out her tablet. "Jesus, Sir, how am I supposed to focus with all the slurping noises?" She glanced at the topless pilot, who was now enthusiastically deepthroating my cock, her throat constricting around my tip.

"Ignore her! Forget she's here. Forget she was ever here," I commanded, waving at her dismissively as I reveled in the sensation of the woman's mouth on my erection.

"Hmm? What?" Selene asked, looking up at me with a confused expression. "Who?"

"The... pilot blowing me right now," I explained, raising an eyebrow and pointing at the kneeling woman.

Selene leaned over and glanced in the general direction of my crotch, her gaze unfocused. "Okay... I have no idea what you're talking about, but I know you well enough not to question it." She gave me a lopsided smile and shrugged. "You may or may not be getting a blowjob; who am I to say?"

"Schrodinger's blowjob," I chuckled. "Fuck! That's good!" I exclaimed as the woman's head continued to bob up and down on my shaft. "Holy shit..."

Selene squinted her eyes, "You're definitely getting a blowjob, aren't you?"

"Schedule!" I groaned, ignoring her comment and thrusting my hips up, pushing my dick deeper into the woman's mouth.

"Okay, okay..." Selene sighed and turned her attention back to her tablet. "So, Jenny is already on-site at the hotel. We have a meeting with the intelligence liaison from MI6 tomorrow morning. Then, in the afternoon, President Clark has requested you attend a state dinner at Buckingham Palace. A delegation from China is visiting, and it might be a good opportunity to..."

"Oh fuck that!" I interrupted, shaking my head and making a dismissive gesture. The pilot groaned around my cock, her lips tightening around my shaft as she tried to keep me in her mouth. "I told Emily I wouldn't be available while searching for my dad. The Chinese can wait..."

My assistant raised an eyebrow. She knew damn well I was going to do whatever Emily required in her quest for world domination. I was programmed to do so, just like the President was programmed to regularly turn into my fuck toy.

I sighed. "Alright, whatever..." I gave in, leaning back and closing my eyes as the pilot continued to work her mouth on my throbbing dick. I wasn't as hard as I'd been earlier; my focus split between the blowjob and the new constraints of my schedule. I tried to relax and enjoy it, letting the woman's tongue and lips bring me closer to the edge. But every time I felt myself getting close, my thoughts would drift back to the impending meeting, and my erection would start to flag. "Okay, stop..." I told the pilot eventually. She released me from her mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting her lower lip to my still semi-hard dick.

"I didn't say anything!" Selene said defensively.

"Not you..." I said, shaking my head and turning back to the pilot, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. "You know what? There's a big fellow at the back of the plane who probably needs a bit of attention. Why don't you go fuck him any way he wants?" I whispered in her ear.

The woman immediately stood up and nodded. "Of course, Sir..."

"Oh, and first, give a big French kiss to my assistant here, alright?" I added.

Selene, utterly unaware of the woman's existence, barely had the time to open her mouth to ask what I was up to when the pilot grabbed her head and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. My assistant kept trying to speak, her words lost in the other woman's mouth as she pushed her tongue past her lips and explored the inside of Selene's mouth. The pilot moaned, and Selene just stared at me with wide eyes as she obviously tried to understand why she was suddenly struggling to speak and move. The pilot finally pulled back, leaving a stunned Selene with saliva running down her chin. She blinked and then licked her lips as if trying to decipher the taste of the woman's tongue.

"I'm not sure I understand what just happened," Selene said slowly, looking around the plane in confusion. "But I'm sure you think it's hilarious, Sir."

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