Take Off.

After her safety demonstration, the flight takes off smoothly. The Stewardess then wheels the drinks cart down the aisle. With every row stopping her to buy something, or to simply gawk at her exposed cleavage, it takes a while for her to get to John.

"Would you like any drinks sir?"
"Club soda, please."
"Here you are, it'll be 1.50" she says as she leans in to hand him the drink. She stays leaning as she smiles at John, with her tits hanging almost completely out of her top.
"Keep the change." John said as he slid a folded hundred dollar bill into her cleavage.
"Oh my! Thank you sir, but this really is far too much!" She said shocked.
"Don't worry. You'll earn it. And maybe more." John took an ice cube out of his drink with one hand and with the other he grabbed her boobs and pulled them out of her shirt. She shivered as he circled the ice on her nipples. Her breathing became heavy but she did nothing to stop him. She actually let out a sigh of disappointment when he stopped and put her breasts back into her shirt.

"There" John said. "That should get you more tips." He pinch her nipples through the cloth.
"Thanks..."
"John."
"Thanks John." She said breathlessly. "I'm Candi." She extended her hand.
"Candi? Well that's a complicated name. I'll never remember that." John said as he grabbed her wrist and guided to his tenting trousers. "Think I'll just call you Slut." He placed his hand over hers and ground it into his bulge. "Now how about earning that first hundred bucks?"
"I really really want to," She says rubbing her nipples and biting her lip. "But I still have duties to attend to. The pilots need their meals, and then there's the-" She was interrupted by a groan of despair from John. "But as soon as I'm finished I swear I'll come right back here!" She assures.
"Fine Slut. But you better live up to your name." John said dismissively.

Candi hesitantly left John as she wheeled the cart back up the aisle. With a knock on the door she disappeared into the cockpit with a food tray in each hand.