Back in the cabin

The van was ditched in an empty lot near the airport. The driver said nothing to you the whole trip, and when it ended, he simply walked away like nothing had happened. You followed Leah and Chun Wei through a gap in the fence and into an unlocked hangar. Inside was another jet, not quite as luxurious as the one that Carmine had used to travel to India, but good enough to get you back home in one go.

“Why did we need to sneak in?” you ask as Leah talks with the pilot.

“The less people that see us the better. We’re not checking in when the Russians are chasing us around the city.”

The in-flight entertainment is the local news reporting on the shootout you were just a part of. You don’t speak a single word of Russian so most of it flies completely over your head. The officials that appear on the programme are sparse of details as you’d expect. It’d be played off as a botched raid chasing local criminals or something along those lines.

Leah gets comfortable next to you, stripping off her jumper. The cabin is warm enough. Warmer than it was on the streets anyway. Chun decided to keep to herself and hang around in the front cabin without you.

“She’s pretty cold, isn’t she?”

“Chun? She’s like that with everyone, even Carmine. Bitch is totally crazy for her though, lesbian crazy.”

“Really? If Carmine asked you to eat her out, what would you do?”

“…I’d probably do it. Chun would do it without being asked though.”

“She’s probably mad because I’m her boyfriend then.”

“Carmine has a pretty liberal definition of boyfriend though, considering she let me sleep with you.”

“She’s is all about loyalty. She’d let anybody she trusts do it.”

Leah shrugs, “You’re right.” She reaches down and squeezes your crotch, “You feel like blowing off some steam? I don’t know about you – but all of that shit made me wet.”