Flying the Dominant Billionaire

The New Pilot

Leonardo

For the umpteenth time, he tried to keep Kim’s hands off his butt. Finally, he just pulled her milky arm into the crook of his hand, to preserve his sanity.

He couldn’t imagine what would have happened if he tried to grab a woman’s butt without her permission. Feminism could be such a b*tch sometimes, supporting women in everything under the garb of modern thinking and bashing men for exactly the same things.

The bimbo was Uncle Romano’s daughter. Romano was his dad’s close friend and the director of NYC’s leading media house, Kimano studios. Before his death, Riccardo had signed a deal with them to handle all the media for Lombardi Inc. in the future. He needed some changes in the agreement and this meeting was one of the series of meetings planned for making those changes and storyboarding ideas for marketing.

As he was preparing for this meeting with Uncle Romano, out of nowhere, Kim had landed at his office in the Lombardi Plaza. He already felt a mild headache begin as Kim went on and on about her recent escapades in Dubai. From men to fashion, the only things she could talk about were Insta*gram and reels and looks.

There was nothing in common for them to strike up a conversation, yet she was here with her well manicured hands all over his body.

He prayed that the woman would leave him alone for the meeting at least. The mild headache was threatening to turn into a full blown migraine and it was only ten in the morning. He still had a full day’s work to put in.

Their elevator stopped at the basement where his driver Hardeep Singh waited patiently in the Black Bentley Continental. As soon as Hardy saw them, he got out of the idling car and opened the door for Kim.

As Kim left his hand, Leo felt relieved albeit for only a few minutes. If Hardy found it odd to see him with a girl during his work hours, he did not let it show. That’s what Leo liked in Hardy. He kept to himself.

While the Bently drove at a steady pace towards West 30th street heliport where his A star was waiting for him with the new pilot. After his disastrous interview with the pilot lady, Nonno hadn’t allowed him to take any more interviews. He had done his interviews and employed someone who had been flying his machine for almost a week now.

He wasn’t complaining. Till the time the pilot was efficient, it did not matter who the person was and whether he had interviewed the guy personally. And in his last night's dinner, Gabby had been going on and on about the new pilot. He had a feeling that Gabby had a crush on this bloke. He smiled, which Kim mistook to be his smile of pleasure as her nails stroked his thigh.

Kim continued to caress his thigh. No matter how much he tried to pry himself from her hands, the woman just knew her way around men and she was tenacious. Nothing could discourage her.

Next time, he was going to ask Miss Janice to not allow Kim to enter his office. This was it! Her red painted nails continued to try to elicit a response from him.

Her extraordinary pout was also painted red. He had lost track of the number of ‘fixing’ jobs she had done on her face and boobs. She looked like a supermodel, but for him, it did not matter. She was just like any other woman he met in his circle. Self centric, driven by looks and almost empty brains.

Good for a f*ck, very bad for anything more than that and with his interest in a different kind of kink, he was restricted only to his clubs.

Finally, they reached the port. Hardy opened the door for Kim. As Kim stepped out in her golden gown with a slit running all the way up to her waist, Hardy's face went blank and Leo stifled a chuckle. He wasn’t going to make his driver feel awkward.

Again, Kim’s hand snaked into the crook of his arm. They walked towards his white and red chopper. The pilot stood next to it, waiting for them.

He was stunned. Without breaking his stride he continued walking. The pilot lady stood with a full pilot suit and a white EVC helmet in the crook of her arm. Although the suit covered every part of the body, his brain could conjure images of what she would look like underneath the suit.

Her huge boobs were dying to break free, but they were contained in the jacket. She must be in a sports bra! It was the least sexy outfit he could imagine, but it stirred places in his gut and groin like nobody’s business.

Her beautiful blonde hair was braided in two messy braids and hung loosely on her ample bosom, a stray strand of hair dangled at the side of her cheek. He almost reached out to clear it off her freckled face, which was devoid of any makeup. Her nude lips glistened invitingly, and he licked his lips. What was the non- glamorous, hot- headed girl doing to him?

Kim giggled and dramatically placed her hand on her plunging neckline. “Oh! Are you going to fly that thing?”

“Yes, I am.” Kelly smiled and Leo lost track of what he was thinking.

Damn, the girl has a beautiful smile. Is this who Gabby was praising? But he thought it was a guy! He frowned trying to think of whether Gabby had mentioned something about gender. It isn’t every day that you see a lady flying a chopper! Being a feminist, Gabby would have loved Kelly no matter what.

Kim stuck closer to Leo. “Aren’t you such a playboy!" She ran her nail on his chin. "You needed a chick in a suit to fly your toy.” She giggled again at a joke that only she found funny.

Then she turned to Kelly. Her face crumpled in disgust and she said in a sing- song voice. “Pity it had to be a jumpsuit.”

Not offended at all, Kelly shrugged. “I believe you must have already flown in these before. It is my duty to point out the dangers of that.” She pointed to the top rotors. Her fingers with nude, short nails then pointed to the tail rotors, “and please be extra careful of those. People tend to forget.”

Then Kelly addressed Kim. “For safety, you might want to avoid any loose flowy items around you.”

Kim swayed her hand shutting Kelly rudely. “Oh, I know all of that. Let’s get a move on.”

Kelly sighed, wore her helmet and climbed into the cockpit. He couldn’t believe that he could find Kelly's movements so sexy. As she climbed, her voluptuous ass hung in the air like a low lying fruit, that he wanted to grab and spank.

He gulped trying to get a grip on his wayward thoughts.

Kim climbed in for the passenger seats and he followed. Once they were seated, they put on their headgear and waited for the engine to start.

Kelly’s sultry voice floated through the headsets.

“Good morning. I am Captain Kelly Smith, your pilot. I would be flying you to Southampton today. We would take about 10 mins. Please put on your seatbelts, sit back and relax.”

Relaxing was the last thing on his mind.

Kim continued her shenanigans of trying to touch him constantly while he ignored her and instead thought about his next meeting.

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