Mile High Escape

The next morning Bella opened with “Master, they might call me in today if the bastard presses charges, but I cannot come in if I’m not the country. You’ve got a passport right”
“OK where do you want to go?”
“L.A. I’ve always wanted to see where those glamorous movie stars live?”
“Really. I always thought you Goths were anti-glamour.”
“Well I never embraced the whole Goth thing. I was just into vampires.”
“OK let’s go.”

With TD’s help, we just sailed through the airport, not even having to buy a ticket to get a boarding card. Maybe the check in girl would get in trouble but I was getting blasé about the mind control thing by now. She was quite pretty so I took a mental note of her name just in case I wanted to look her up when we got back – another uniform to collect. Luckily the plane was not quite full so nobody missed out on a seat.
TD perked once we were strapped in. “Mile High club?”
“Time for us to join I think.”
“Already a member.”
I had no idea how many times he was a member but I would imagine at every opportunity.

I squeezed Bella’s breast and received a disapproving look from an old biddy replying with a “what’s it to you?” glance. “So you fancy a fuck?”
“I thought you’d never ask?” replied Bella
“When we take our belts off, head to the toilet and I’ll join you.” It was a real change to see Bella in a summer dress, not least because we were nearing winter although it was still mild in L.A. according to reports, but very sexy to know that was all she was wearing. As soon as we got the go ahead, she was off and I followed about a minute later.
Outside was what I know as an air stewardess, which nowadays they want us to refer to as flight attendants, but whatever at least their attire was still as sexy as fuck, if not quite Britney from the 'Toxic' video. Blonde haired, blue eyed, tall, slim and from her accent Australian, Charlene had just been entered by TD so she did not care what happened within the littlest room. I smile at her, knocked on the door and Bella pulled me in.

The dress was off in a second. “What the fuck, I saw a stewardess outside and she just smiled at me as you came in.”
“She’s just used to it. Happens every flight, I bet”
“I’m bursting anyway but I held it in so you can watch me piss.” She pushed her arse against the wall and angled her muscled legs forward whilst I backed towards the door.
“You’re not going to piss on me?” I was still dressed and did not fancy carrying a stench all the way to L.A.”
“Relax and gaze at the wonder of my stream.” Not very Bella like words but I guess we all get caught up in the moment. “Yes that’s lovely” I said impatiently at the series of squirts and gushes. I reached for the sink and the soap dispenser and rubbed around her urethra after she was done.

Then we switched places, I sat down dropping my trousers and she put her legs either side of me. Despite the gorgeousness in front of me engorging my cock, I thought of the stewardess and sent TD just to briefly arouse her some more. Briefly, because TD wanted to return for the main event. You would always get a vigorous fuck with Bella as she merited more than one description of ‘fit as fuck’. She could probably do one of those Ironwoman challenges and fortunately my heart was up to it. She orgasmed first and loudly – I hoped there were no children in the next cubicle – but I was able to hang on a lot longer now to TD’s obvious pleasure and came forcefully inside her.

She threw on her dress and opened the door with me still embarrassingly on the toilet and then let the cum drip out of her dress in front of the flushed stewardess and a male passenger who was fortunately on the same wavelength. As I tidied myself up and took a towel for apologetic mop, the guy just smirked at me. “Fancy a go love” he joked to Charlene but I could tell that she did and only a sense of wanting to stay employed kept her from following him in.

When I got back to the seat I confronted Bella. “You went a bit too far then.”
“Well I knew you would sort it. I am not a detective but I plan to be one day and I’ve been observing people around you plus of course I know all about vampires and their abilities.”
“Wh … at?” I stuttered. “I’m not a vampire.”
“No, but you manipulate people without effort.” She paused and then pointedly “Don’t you?”