Flirt with the girl next to you

You attempt to surreptitiously point out the girl beside you to Lily, noting how attractive she is. Lily gives her an appraising look, then gives a nod.

"She's hot. Not my type, but hot."

You raise an eyebrow at her.

"What's your type then?"

Lily shrugs. "Tall, fit, and dominant. Or short, curvy and submissive."

Your eyebrow remains raised.

"So...basically like your sisters then?" you ask cautiously.

Lily glares at you and swats at your arm.

"No, not like my sisters. I meant even fitter than Lily. She's fit, but I'm talking a bodybuilder-type. And Melody has curves but I mean properly shy and submissive, the kind I can tease," she insists. But from the distant look in her eyes, you can see she's thinking about her sisters in a different light. The fact that she even made a comparison says something, doesn't it?

You do your best to keep Lily from feeling uncomfortable, then go back to admiring the girl to your left. It doesn't take her long to catch you for a second time.

"See something you like?" she asks, her voice delicate and feminine, as she grins playfully. You smile bashfully and apologize.

"That's alright, I don't mind. I especially wouldn't mind if you bought some wine to go with my meal," she says with a wink.

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're old enough to be drinking? Why don't you show me some ID?" you ask, wanting to make sure she's at least 18 before you continue flirting. She stares at you, and when it becomes obvious you're serious, she rolls her eyes and pulls out her driver's license. You do some quick arithmetic. 'Rachel Brown' is 19. Not old enough to drink, but legal at least.

"Way go be a buzzkill, grandpa," she sighs, turning away.

"Don't worry, I'll order the drink for you," you reassure her. "But that grandpa comment is way out of line. I'm not that much older than you," you protest.

Rachel turns back to you, a glint in her eyes.

"You're saying you're too young to be my grandpa, huh? What does that make you then, my dad? You'd rather I called you Daddy?"

You feel Lily stiffen beside you at that comment. Before you can say anything to either of them, the stewardess reaches your row and asks for your orders. You and Lily order your meals, and you order two servings of wine, intending to give yours to Rachel. Once the Stewardess leaves, you hand over your mini-bottle of wine.

"Thanks, Daddy," Rachel says, leaning over to peck you on the cheek, and then letting out a girlish giggle. Lily is totally silent beside you.

The three of you proceed with your meals, and you continue to chat and flirt with Rachel. The more of her wine she drinks, the more daring she becomes. She rests her hand on your thigh as she speaks to you, and presses her arms inwards to enhance her cleavage whenever she sees you're looking. The entire time, she keeps calling you "Daddy", clearly getting a kick out of the effect it has on you. {if Fiancee Promiscuity >= 20}Occasionally you hear Lily chatting with the man on her far side. You don't blame her for distracting herself, as you and Rachel are flirting rather aggressively.{endif}

Eventually your meals are cleared away, and the cabin lights are dimmed. Rachel leans close against you and whispers in your ear.

"Thanks for the wine, Daddy. Your little girl wants to thank you with her pretty little mouth. Would you like that, Daddy?" she purrs, her voice oozing seduction.

You nod vigorously, unable to muster much more of a response.

"Mommy over there might not like it," Rachel warns. She obviously doesn't know what your relationship is like, and she couldn't possibly know the offer Lily made to you this morning. But she's right that Lily has been silent for a long time. It's hard to guess exactly what your fiancee is feeling.

"Are you sure, Daddy?" Rachel asks, placing her hand on your inner thigh and exhaling slowly, her hot breath tickling your ear.