Waking up, and Flying to Miami

The sun woke John up before his alarm did. As he had not closed the blinds from last night, the glare of the sun's first rays over the horizon pierced through the windows and bathed the room in glorious light. Groggy and nursing a hangover, John covered his head with a pillow and tried to catch some extra beauty sleep.

Just as he felt himself falling back into a slumber, the phone rang. He reached out with his left hand and fumbled around until he found the phone base and picked up the receiver and placed it under the pillow to his ear.

"Uhhhhhh....Hello?" he groaned out.

"Good morning Mr. Doe. This is Erin from the front desk, giving you a complimentary wake up call. it's 7 AM. I've been asked to inform you that the town car will be in the front in 45 minutes to take you to the airport. If you are not feeling great, there is water in the mini fridge and ibuprofen in the cabinet above the fridge. Have a good day!"

With a click the other end went dead, and John put the phone back on its base. Knowing it best to keep with the time schedule, he dragged himself out of bed and began to get ready. First things first, he grabbed a water from the fridge and took 2 ibuprofen to lessen the throbbing headache he had. After another quick shower, he put on the same clothes he had from the night before, as he had no change of clothes after being thrown out from his apartment.

As he got into the town car again, he noticed it was the same from last night. The only difference being there was no lovely Sofia to accompany him on the ride this time. After about an hours ride, John was a little confused when the car pulled into what seemed to be a local airport and not the city's regular international airport terminal. After driving a few minutes on the tarmac, the car came to a stop in front of a small private plane. He got out and walked towards the airstairs of the private plane. At the door was another gorgeous woman dressed in a standard stewardess uniform. She wore a blue blazer, accompanied with a blue pencil skirt, stockings, and a pair of low high heels. The white button down underneath was unbuttoned a few buttons and gave another generous cleavage view of her big D cup breasts.

"Welcome Mr. Doe. My name is Olivia, and the pilot, Venus, and I will be taking care of you for this flight to Miami" she chirped as John ascended the airstairs. As John settled into his seat, Olivia closed the cabin door and the plane began to roll on the runway, which made him realize that he was the only passenger on this flight. At a sharp nine o'clock, the plane accelerated and took off. John took the opportunity to sleep off the remainder of his hangover on the flight.