"A refill sir?" I asked the handsome grey-haired passenger reading the business section in first class.
He looked up from his paper and lowered his thick frames. "I'll have whatever you're serving sweetheart."
I smiled, refilling his glass with an expensive Chardonnay. I had learned quickly that being a flight attendant certainly came with its perks. I had started only a few months ago, stuck in the economy section serving watered down coke and peanuts to screaming kids and frustrated parents. But with my bold looks, flirtatious smile, and long legs, I was very quickly promoted by my Airline to head of the stewardess team and only got assigned to first class.
Apart from flying all over the world, I attracted the attention of many important men some of whom couldn't wait and had to f**k
