Black: king's knight Ng8>f6

An hour later, the plane had reached cruising altitude and Antje began distributing drinks to the passengers on board. Most of them were black men dressed in expensive clothes; clearly Abdullah and his friends had money to spend. As for Cheryl, she started off as somewhat aloof, almost shell-shocked, but after a couple of drinks she seemed to be relaxing and interacting more with the other guests.

Antje approached Abdullah. "Everything to your satisfaction, sir?"

"Yes, my dear," he slurred, producing a CD. "But maybe you could play this?" When Antje dutifully loaded the disk into the PA system, the plane filled with sound, a combination of African drums and gangsta rap. "Ron Rhongo, the Bongo King of Congo," Abdullah explained when she returned. "A close friend of mine.

Antje smiled and nodded, but her expression froze as she watched Cheryl Swansen pull up her top and flash a couple of appreciative black men. "Is she a friend of yours?" Antje asked hesitantly, eyes wide.

"An employee..." Abdullah replied dispassionately.

Antje managed a smile. "...from a different division of your business, then?" But Abdullah fixed the young stewardess with a glare.

"Every employee works for me," he stated. "And I assure you, every white woman works in the same division. You look like you've got some nice tits under that shirt yourself."

Antje blushed and stammered. "Uh... thank you... But I have a boyfriend..."

"You mean when you're in Europe you fuck a white boy?" Abdullah clarified. She nodded, and he dismissed it with a wave. "Don't worry, now you'll be able to get some real cock into you. Now fetch me another drink."

Not knowing what else to say, Antje nodded obediently and scurried off.