Ask the redhead to go to the lounge

You stand and step forward one row.

"Excuse me, can I buy you a drink up in the lounge?" you ask the buxom redhead.

She smiles up at you and unbuckles her seatbelt. "I was hoping you'd ask," she says as she stands. Her elegant British accent is delicious. Her bra must be engineered to exacting specifications, because her massive tits are corralled and floating on her chest like they were much smaller. You could almost stand a drink on the tops of them.

You lead the way to the stairway up. "I'm John," you tell her, extending your hand.

"My name is Victoria," she says, shaking your hand and then just holding it.

As you turn to take her upstairs, you see her lick her lips again. When you arrive at the bar, the bartender is a pretty, young flight attendant with blond hair and a well-filled out jacket.

You ask Victoria, "What would you like?"

"I'd love a Cosmo," she says to the bartender.

"I'll have a scotch. Do you have something good?" you ask.

"The best scotch I've got is Macallan's 12," the bartender replies with a smile. Her accent is more Liverpool than Oxford. "Ten pounds plus a fiver for the cosmo."

You fish out your wallet and hand her a credit card. The bartender makes the cosmo with a cocktail shaker, and when she shakes it, her bust jiggles very erotically. You notice Victoria appreciating the show as well, her eyes focused on the bartender's chest and not the shaker. When she gives Victoria the drink in a martini glass, she briefly touches the redhead's hand. The bartender gives you a very generous pour of scotch and then a wink and a smile. You tip her five pounds.

"Thank you! Come again!" she says cheerily.