Pet's Tickets

"There are only four tickets for first class." The woman repeated, "Lauren's ticket is for one of the pet carriers for the cargo hold."

Maya and the bridesmaids chuckled behind the flabbergasted Lauren, who stood there slack-jawed at what the woman had just said. After a minute, Lauren shook the cobwebs from her head and grabbed the ticket from the woman.

"Let me see that!" She snapped. There had to be some kind of mistake! Looking down at the ticket, she was shocked to see that, sure enough, the ticket was for one large cargo pet crate... With her name!

"Thank you, Ma'am." Maya said with a giggle as she took the ticket from Lauren and handed it back to the woman. "We'll get Laurie here into her pet carrier asap."

"Before you do so," the woman said just as Maya and the others were leading Lauren away, "I think that you should know that the scanners on the pet carrier lock won't work if there are any foreign items on the pet's person."

"What does that mean?" One of the bridesmaids asked quizzically.

"It means that Ms. Fawkes needs to be naked in order for the carrier to lock." The woman responded nonchalantly.

This was enough to snap Lauren out of her stupor, the young woman gasping in horror while Maya and the bridesmaids flat out laughed at this situation. Being locked in a pet carrier in the cargo hold was one thing, but being locked in a pet carrier in the cargo hold while she was butt flipping naked?!

"No, no, no, no!" Lauren stammered as she walked back up to the counter, a pleading look on her face. "Is there any way that I can change seats or something?!"

"I'm terribly sorry, Ma'am." The woman apologized. "Your flight is full. There's no way you're going to be able to switch seats now. If it helps, there is a large crate right here. That way you can get this over with quicker."

Lauren looked over to where the woman was pointing. Sure enough, there was a large, red pet crate that was big enough for a medium size to large dog.

Or in this case, a small twenty-four-year-old woman...

Lauren could only let out a whimper as her face turned redder than the crate she was looking at. Maya and the bridesmaids continued to laugh at her predicament for a few more minutes before slowly coming to a stop.

"Don't worry, Lauren." Maya said with an evil grin as she walked towards the woman in question and gestured towards the bridesmaids. "We'll help you out..."