In Flight Meal

I sat there and watched the blonde make her way to the front of the cabin, trying my best to ignore the man who had knocked me out of the competition. The only consolation prize was that he lost in the last round of the fridge carry race to a sandbagger from Duluth who had competed at higher levels before. I tried to pay attention to the safety briefing, but each time she raised her hands to indicate the overhead storage, or the no smoking sign, or any damned thing else her top rose with her arms and exposed her smooth pussy for all to see. If I had any doubts as to just what type of job I was applying for, those doubts were gone.

"And in the case of decompression, seal your mouth over your respiration device and take slow, deep breaths." Something dinged, and she smiled, indicating the flight was about to take off. "Any booze on this flight?" one of the other men said. He was nowhere near as big as either Sven or myself, but I thought I recognized him from somewhere. I'm glad he spoke up. I could have used a stiff drink myself.

Its amazing the things that go through your head when you are on a private jet with what you assume are about to be two very well-fucked flight attendants going God knows where to do God knows what. I thought back to my father's proud expression when I made Varsity in wrestling, or how my buddy Mitch slapped my back and laughed when I told I'd lost my virginity to Mandy Maxwell, a known slut around school. I wondered what they'd say to this.

Mostly I wondered just what the fuck Sven was doing here. Sven Gunnarson, son of Magnus Gunnarson and some aerobics instructor that had enchanted one of Europe's strongest men into settling down in Minnesota to raise their illegitimate son within the bonds of Holy Matrimony, or so I'd heard. Magnus left almost immediately, of course; and had left poor Sven's mom for a bikini model. I grinned at that. At least my dad had the good decency to die of a heart attack.

A tall brunette stewardess came by with the drink cart, her hat, and nothing else to serve us top shelf liquor and gourmet cheese shortly after we were airborne. When she got to Sven, he grabbed a handful of her ass and pulled her onto his lap.

"Oh! Sir, in flight services don't start until we are out of takeoff." the buxom, tanned brunette said. He smiled, but didn't let go. "Please sir, I have to ask you to remain seated for the duration of the OHH!" she exclaimed as roughly groped her ample breasts.

"I've got your seat for you!" he said, fumbling with his zipper. I'd had enough. My dad may be frowning from heaven for what I'd gotten myself into, but I was in a foul mood anyway and the three whiskey sours I'd had were not helping, and now this fucking goon is trying to **** the willing.

"Knock it off, Sven." I said without looking. They both looked at me, her with shock and him with incredulity. "Knock it off or I'll hurt you in ways that you can't even imagine." I said, turning to face them. He released his grip on the stewardess, who quickly stood and pushed a lock of brunette hair back over her ear.

"Thank you, sir, but I'm quite used to it." she said with a weak smile, her eyes locking onto mine. I ignored the "remain seated" sign and stood, unbuttoning my shirt sleeves as I did. Sven pushed her aside, and stood to face me. We were very close in physicality with Sven obviously having the upper hand in raw strength, but I'd had years of hard-earned muscle you can only get by going toe-to-toe with other giants.

"Oh is that a fact?" he said, scoffing. I could tell by his posture he wasn't going to take this lightly.

"Yeah, that's a fact." I said, preparing to double leg him and move to mount to start pounding his face into a pink mush. He stared into my eyes as we mentally prepared ourselves for what was about to happen. A twitch around the eye. He was holding his breath. Sven hadn't been in too many fights before. I could tell. He scoffed again with a chuckle and took his seat.

"Come see me later, babe." he said, smacking the brunette's ass.

"Ignore that." I said. Sven grunted angrily.

"Listen "Oliver", if you pipe up again I'll..."

"You'll what? Leg press me to ****? I've tossed men bigger than you into the fucking rafters. Sit down and shut it or so fucking help me I'll put you right through that airlock." I said, and meant it; and he knew I meant it. The stewardess, as absurd as a nude stewardess already is, was almost in tears. She probably hadn't had anyone stand up for her in a while.

"And you, I expect a show of appreciation." I added, meeting her eyes with my own. She smiled and gasp in a cute little way. I'm not one for exhibitionism, but I was going to fuck her brains out, right here on this plane.

"I'll... I'll be back when its safe to move around the aircraft." she said, placing her soft hand on my shoulder as she made her way to the pilot's cabin. The blonde, sensing the tension in the air, smiled and leaned in close to Sven.

"Don't worry, Mr. Gunnarson. My customer satisfaction scores are better than hers anyway." she said, giving his cock a squeeze through his pants. That did it. Sven chuckled at the whole situation and the tension lifted.

"What a fucking mess we're in, eh boys?" he said with a chuckle as he slammed back the rest of his scotch. Fifteen minutes later, the brunette appeared from the front of the plane; her eyes locked onto mine. She glanced up to draw my attention to the "Please Remain Seated" light abruptly shut off. I slammed my whiskey sour and stood up. Yeah, its dumb primitive monkey-brained shit, but I was about to show Sven he couldn't compete with me even if he tried.

"Mr Cogan." she said, kneeling down in the isle. I nodded, took off my jacket, and confidently walked forward, unzipping my pants as I went. "I'm ready for my in-flight meal now." she said, opening her mouth. I glanced back over to see Sven glaring at me. I chuckled to myself, and pulled my meat hammer free. Her eyes went wide and she smiled when she saw it. It didn't feel totally genuine but she'd be smiling for real soon enough.

"Mmmm." she said, licking up the bottom of shaft as she realized I was too tall for her stay kneeling in these cramped spaces.

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That's alright. I had other plans for her anyway.