Half-zipped

I try not to look Ming Zhao in the eyes as I walk out with the drink tray, but I can't help but stare. She meets my eyes for a moment and reacts with a small amount of shock and a sympathetic smile. I'm not so lucky with the other passengers, who all seem to be crazy women, pinching and slapping my ass while making lewd comments. I try to block them out as I pour drinks and take orders.

Just as I get next to Ming Zhao, I feel someone pull on my shirt. A blond and obviously drunk woman is yanking on it and slurring, "Hey. Show us the rest, sexy."

I pull back, which only makes her angrier. She yanks as hard as she can, tearing the shirt away from me and sending me falling into Ming Zhao's lap. I take a bottle of Coke with me, spilling it all over her. She shrieks in shock and stares at me with an open mouth.

I can only stammer out an apology. "I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Ming Zhao glares over my shoulder at the drunk woman. "It's not you who should apologize." The woman flips her off in response.

Slowly, I push myself up and off Ming Zhao who is wiping the sticky cola off her business suit. She stands up and walks to the front of the plane into the bathrooms, likely to clean herself off. I try my best to ignore my now shirtless predicament and continue giving out drinks.

As I near the back, I can feel the zipper begin to creep down, threatening to completely expose me to the passengers. Miraculously, I managed to make it to the back off the plane before things got dire. The zipper was almost done for and my ass was on display. I could feel the stares of the female passengers on me as I hurried back to the front, trying to push the drink cart and hold my last remaining bit of modesty at the same time.

The skirt was completely unzipped by the time I got to the front bathroom. Without looking I entered the first one I saw, seeing it was unlocked.