Reporters are friendly

"Hi, I'm Diana."

"Nice to meet you. It is so much nicer up in first class."

"First time?"

"Definitely not. I just flew coach long enough to appreciate a little room. You?"

"Pretty much same here. I'm an investigative reporter for the Herald so I fly a lot."

"So, Diana, why off to DC?"

"Some story about demon worshipers taking over the city. Crazy stuff but they want me to check it out."

You smile at you good fortune. You let your pussy exude aphrodisiacs. Not too much, you don't want to start an orgy on the plane. A stewardess walks by and leans over.

Would you like anything to drink?"

You see the inky black taint of the attenuated virus on this one. She is a recent convert. You sniff the air. Apparently this stewardess went out partying in your little city last night. It started as a drink to unwind, and ended in a lovely gang bang.

You flash your ring and her face takes on a very submissive expression. You motion for her to get close.

You whisper in her ear, "My new friend and I would like a glass of you quim mixed with your best wine."

She gives you wicked grin. "Of course miss, would you like anything else?"

You dismiss her. "That will be all."

You settle back and relax. With your far superior hearing you hear the young stewardess moan in pleasure. Your drinks must be nearly done.

A few minutes later the stewardess is back with a big smile. "Would you two like to try our finest wine? Perks of first class."

"Certainly, and one for my new friend Diana."

The stewardess hands a glass to Diana.

You lean over and clink her glass with yours. "To first class."

You both take a drink. You savor the complex flavor. The wine itself is good, but her quim adds a wonderful spicy, earthy note. You even taste a hint of salt from her activities last night. Ten, no wait, eleven men.

You look over at Diana who has also finished her glass. "So are all reporters as good looking as you?"

She laughs. "No, most definitely not. Besides, you are much better looking than me."

You watch her cheeks redden. She is infected. "Diana, it's what is under skin that counts." You smile at that. You know what is under you skin suit. "So have you ever joined the mile high club?"

She flushes a bit embarrassed, but you can smell her arousal. "Once with an old boyfriend. We were headed for the Middle East."

"You are so lucky." You lean close and whisper, "Have you ever joined the club with a girl?"

Diana wets her lips and whispers "No."

"If you want to, just follow me."

You get up and head for the bathroom. You eye the stewardess so she knows to cover for you. You check you makeup in the mirror hoping to see your new friend. She doesn't disappoint, arriving a moment later.

You lift her up on the sink and strip her pants. When her pretty pussy is bare, you begin to devour it. She moans quietly. The sexual contact rapidly accelerates the progression of the virus. She orgasms, stifling a scream. You exit the bathroom. Sitting back in your comfy seat, you admire the sexy new strut of your soon to be demon worshipping friend Diana.

She sits. "That was fucking amazing. I can't believe I did that. Now I just need a man or two."

"You could tag along with me after we land, I'm sure I could help you."