Keeps them

"I don't have to run anywhere, because you're not telling anybody." John shook her clothes in his hand.

"Please..." The girl reached out for her clothes, scared of what John had in mind.

"Please? That's your favourite word isn't it? Please. Please fuck my pussy. Please don't fuck my ass." John mocked in a high pitched girly voice. "You know you may be the biggest whore I've ever met, but you are very polite. It's too bad you're such a cock hungry slut and had to get yourself **** by me, I think we could have been pretty good friends." John raised his hand holding the clothes, "These are mine now. So if you want to tell anyone what happened here, all the terrible nasty embarrassing things we did in here, you'll need to walk out there naked. Covered in your own piss and spit and puke, with a stranger's cum leaking from your gaping asshole. How many people do you think are out there? A hundred? Maybe more? All facing forward. All looking at you. Are you traveling with family?"

The girl doesn't answer but her eyes spread wider than her pussy was when John first saw her.

"Who? Mom? Dad? Both?" John pushes further.

"Fiance" She cries bringing her hands to her face. "He takes sleeping pills when we fly and I just-"

"Fiance?!" John laughed so hard he almost fell over, "Oh, and to think I almost felt bad for doing this to you. Tell you what, I'll turn myself in. I'll go out there and tell the whole plan what a monster I am. I'll tell them about how I opened the door and saw you-"

"No!" The girl gasped. "Please-"

"There's that word again." John teased. "You see that's thing. A whore getting **** is like a fireworks stand burning down. It's just a cost of doing business." John opens the door behind him. The girl steps forward to stop him but is too scared to get any closer to him. John grabbed the latch on the door and snapped the plastic bar, breaking the lock mechanism. "When we land I'll knock on the door four times so you know it's me and hand you back your clothes. We've still got a little over an hour left," John says checking his watch. "If anyone else has to use the restroom, you better find a way to convince them not to tell your fiance what you're up to." With that John closed the door and walked back to his seat.

Passing a man sleeping so deeply he looked to be in a coma, John laughed to himself, assuming this must be the fiance he heard about. Finding his seat John throws the clothes on the ground as he lowers himself in. On his way back to his seat he took note of how everyone seemed to either be asleep or plugged into whatever media device they packed to endure this flight. Testing a theory John clapped his hands and looked around. Seeing no one stir he clapped his hands again louder this time. After seeing no response yet again John conclude's that nobody must have heard what he got up to in the bathroom.

About half an hour goes by with John relaxed, drifting in and out of sleep. A bit of rough turbulence wakes him and he finds his eyes instinctively shooting towards the emergency exit. After everything smoothed out John still found himself staring at the exit and remember the hot stewardess and the promise she made him. He mostly remembered the money he gave her for that promise. Realizing he didn't see he on his way back to his seat John looks up just in time to see her emerge from the cockpit and readjust her clothes. Smiling to himself John unzips his pants and pulls his cock and balls out and pressed the call button on the armrest.

The soft 'ding' causes Candi's head to whip up and see John waiting at the back of the plan. She smiled and briskly walked back to meet him.

"I'm terribly sorry I got caught up in the cockpit for longer than expected." She apologized, not acknowledging John's exposed member at all. "Now, let's get to what we we discussing earlier." She said as she sat down next to John looking him in the eye the whole time.

"I've been waiting to discuss that the whole flight." John said stroking his soft penis.

"Good!" She said excitedly. "You know I'm so happy when someone takes air travel safety seriously."

"Oh baby I- wait what?" John asked confused.

"Well, I mean on every flight it feels like the people that booked the seats in the emergency row only did it for the extra leg room. Like, I mean c'mon, people's lives may depend on this!"

John suspects that she really only is interested in coaching him in the emergency procedures, and she hasn't even noticed his dick. He self-consciously places the beanie hat he stole from the girl over his cock to hide it hoping she hasn't noticed him misreading the situation. 'Did I misread the situation earlier when I groped her tit?' John thinks to himself as his face reddens with embarrassment.

"So basically, the only time you'll need to open that door is in case of a water landing. Just pull the lever outwards, towards you, and turn it up. Pull the string at the bottom of the door frame and the raft will auto-inflate. It's really simple actually, but your most important job in an emergency is to be calm. People will see you opening the hatch and deploying the raft, and if the person in charge is calm, everyone else will feel calmer too." Candi said as if she were training some new employee.

"Right...Yea...got it." John said awkwardly as he sunk deeper into his seat wishing for Candi to leave already so he can wallow in self pity privately.

"So which hole you prefer?" Candi asked in a the same tone she would ask a guy his star sign on the first date.

"What?" John was taken aback.

"Which hole do you want to use?" Candi clarified.

"...You mean... which exit hatch?"

"No silly!" Candi giggled placing a hand on John's shoulder. "Which one of MY holes do you want to use?"

"Your holes?" John repeated, making sure he wasn't imagining what he wanted to hear.

"I can take it balls deep in all of them, so if that's what your worrying about there's no need." Candi assured.

"Really?" John asked as surprised as he was excited.

"Never met a dick I couldn't take!" Candi proclaimed proudly. "So what'll it be?"