141 A TRIP TO REMEMBER
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Incredible ChangesChapter 141: Airline Delays free porn video
“We are sorry but there had been a problem with the computer systems and your connecting flight has been diverted to Atlanta. We will have to notify your parents to see what they want us to do,” a snotty bitch told us at the place the escorts dumped us off.
I turned to her and said, “Ma’am. Good luck reaching them. If they were available to deal with minor annoyances, like flight delays and problems getting us to our destination, do you really think we would be flying without them? If your airline is unable to get us to Brazil as agreed then please provide an immediate refund of our money for the connecting leg so we can make our own arrangements.”
“You won’t try to tell me how to do my job young man,” she started to say when I got the message from Molly on my phone.
“I’m so sorry ma’am,” I said as I pointed to a very angry looking man standing behind her. “You know you are exactly right. What am I thinking? I’m sure your supervisor is much more knowledgeable about how to do your job than me. So, I will let him tell you how to do your job. Now if you happen to soon find your snotty bitch ass cooking fries at the local burrito joint I know I won’t be able to help you there either. I don’t know how to work a fryer.”
Shit is she pissed. This is great! I shouldn’t enjoy this, but she did start it and was treating me like a little child.
“Gertrude, please report to HR immediately. You have been warned about your lack of customer service skills three times. The union representative and their lawyer were already in the HR conference room discussing grounds for your termination. I wish to thank you for providing them live footage of your mistreatment of our customers. Your terminal clearly highlights their unaccompanied status and having paid for full-fare first class tickets,” he said so Molly and me could hear him.
Once she had stomped off he said “I wish I could explain her behavior away as her having worked long hours, it being a stress filled day or any number of plausible excuses for her behavior, but I can’t. She just clocked in ten minutes ago. You were her first passengers needing assistance today after she has been off for two weeks, with pay, as per her union rep. Please let me see what we can do to get you two on your way.”
He took us down to a ticketing area that had all the airline logos on the sign above. We were still in the secured part of the airport, so we didn’t have to worry about getting re-screened. He punched something into the keyboard, took our tickets for the flight to Brazil, scanned them, typed some more and then turned us over to the lady there.
“Do you mind sitting apart from each other as long you are both in first class? We don’t like to separate siblings flying unaccompanied,” she asked.
“We aren’t siblings. It is a common mistake that happens to us when we are both flying out to the same place. Our parents tend to end up crossing paths from time to time when they are out of the country. We just happen to have the same last name. It is really cool of you to consider that for us though,” I told her.
Once she didn’t have to worry about us sitting beside each other she was able to do a lot of things to get us on our way. Her first try was to get us on different flights, but I told her we did want to be on the same plane together since we could watch out for each other if we needed to get cab to where one of our families are staying. That made her really work the flights trying to get us on a plane leaving for Brazil in the next few hours. There seemed to be only one first class seat she could get by bumping someone back to coach that had been given an upgrade, but not two seats.
Finally, I leaned in to whisper, “You must keep it a secret, but I can ride in the jump seat in the cockpit as long as we are on the same flight. I have a special ID badge that gives me that permission on any airline.”
“I don’t have time for children’s games,” she said trying hard not to be a bitch about it.
“I’m not playing a game and I can prove it too. Get Molly a ticket on the next flight and book me however they do for people using a buddy pass from someone that works for that airline. My ID will let it be approved without question. If it doesn’t I will even take a coach seat on a different flight,” I told her quietly.
Either way she was going to be happy to get us on our way so she could get to the next person waiting for their turn at spinning the rebooking wheel. Once she gave Molly her ticket the woman said she was ready for me to give her my ID card. Seem that I didn’t have to afterall. I only needed to open the case for just long enough to make her computer give some sort beep that surprised the shit out of her. It caused two of the others further down the counter to come rushing over as well as an airport cop who had his hand on his gun.
She took a few seconds to calm herself down before she told everyone everything was fine. Still, they stayed close as she handed me a ticket that just had the flight, but no seat assignment. There were a few different codes on it where Molly’s was blank. A quick call had two women come to the counter for the airline servicing the flight to take us to a secured waiting area for unaccompanied minors to stay until time to board their flights.
When we got in there I was happy to see it was over half full with kids from around ten to sixteen. They had sodas, snacks, TVs, free Wi-Fi and some game consoles free of charge. My badge had done something more than get me a seat in the cockpit. One of the women came over to change out Molly’s ticket. Our nannies told us that as soon as the pilot completed his checks we would be boarding. I could hang out in first class with Molly until the other passengers started to board.
They aren’t quite treating us like royalty, but they sure aren’t dismissing us as little children anymore. No way can I play with flight attendants like on the last flight. That would raise some eyebrows.
As people started to board I went over to the cockpit door and knocked. The flight attendant told me I needed a card or code to get in. Just opening my badge holder was enough to unlock the door. She seemed quite shocked when I went right on in. I heard the door lock behind me.
“Good evening Mr. Smith. We are very pleased you decided to join us on this flight. If you would like something to drink there is a small fridge with some sodas. On top are thermoses of just brewed hot coffee. We have our own private bathroom for the cockpit as well. Please make yourself at home. Depending on the time required to board the remaining passengers we expect to be pushing back from the gate within the next thirty to forty-five minutes,” one of the pilots told me.
I found the jump seat and managed to get it locked into position. Once I was strapped in I texted Molly to reach out to me if she needed me for anything. I got back a long message that she had an odd man sitting next to her. The flight attendants kept coming around to keep an eye on her though. Mostly he kept pretending to read as he stared over his books at her legs and tits. A blanket from flight attendants made him lose interest. She decided she would get some sleep now. Her belt was secured over the blanket with the side near the man tucked in tightly under her. What was funny was that she said she was curious what his hands would feel like on her body. Would she get wet like when I touched her or would it feel repulsive like when anyone else touched her? She kind of wanted to find out, so she said she was going to wait until they turned the lights out, shift around in her seat, have the blanket drape over his arm near her and go back to sleep.
Well she is being watched like a hawk if the man does touch her in a way she really doesn’t like.
I didn’t even think I was tired. but seems the place in my head or my body decided I needed to sleep. I only found out we had landed in Brazil when one of the pilots gently shook me awake.
He had a big smile when he said, “You know you were more than welcome to have gone down to sleep in the crew quarters. I don’t think you moved an inch from the time you went to sleep until just now. I doubt anyone else on the plane got any sleep. We ran into three different storms that knocked us all around. I have some buddies that are test pilots. They think they are still fighter pilots in the Air Force. You know, I really believed they were completely full of shit when they said there was this guy, who looked like a kid, that was as cool as a cucumber during some exercises where they were about to shit themselves. It was a pleasure to meet you in person.
Ok. Whatever you say. I need to piss badly.
The plane’s engines were off now and I could hear them getting luggage from under the plane. I slipped into the private pilot’s bathroom while the pilots moved over to the door where people were deplaning. Molly was waiting for me with our bags. She pushed past me into the cockpit to take her turn too. It may be small, but it was better than trying to fight through the crowds to go wait outside the bathroom for each other to finish doing our thing.
There were escorts waiting for us to get us through customs. Since the pilots weren’t far behind us they said they would escort us through customs with them. Seems my opening my badge case had our whole group waved through without even checking any of our bags. A quick stop to have our passports stamped was all that remained. Outside the pilots waited with us for whatever transportation Molly had lined up.
Well we are going first class all the way. She got us a private Limo service.
Once the driver had verified we were who he was to pick up, we were off to who knows where. The drive seemed to go on forever. I noticed that while we were supposedly going to RIO, we drove right through it. The driver never spoke a word. Molly was doing something on her phone that looked intense. In just over three hours we pulled up to the Sao Paula International Airport. I followed Molly in as she went to a kiosk to pick up a set of tickets for us. Again, we were traveling as unaccompanied minors. When I checked the ticket, we were heading to Pago Pago.
She must have calculated our drive down to fifteen minutes either way to get us so we were rushed through security and all the way to the gate to board. As with the other airline, we were boarded first. Wait, where is Pago Pago? Isn’t that just a joke people say because of the name?
Nope. Pago Pago was in American Samoa.
Wonder if I should swing by the embassy. See if that little brat finally got her dad to spank her bare butt. If not, I wouldn’t mind tearing into it again. Maybe I would face fuck her while letting her think she was tricking me somehow.
Completely out of curiosity I started searching around the Internet and came upon the American Samoa’s Embassy page. It had an email address, so I sent out a message, from one of my spam email accounts, to say that I was a friend of the ambassador’s daughter and that I happened to be passing through Samoa today. I wanted to see if she wanted to hang out for a bit before I headed off to my next destination. Out of the blue a picture was attached to the email. Who knows who took it, but it was me in front of the ambassador and his little shit of a daughter in the restaurant where I beat her ass. It was obvious that her father was following me with the little bitch behind him.
Yeah like that is going to even get opened much less actually get a response.
It was almost eleven PM when we were finally headed to the gate. On the way Molly turned into a restaurant. Not saying a word, she went over to the register, pointed at a bag with D&M Smith on it, paid, and then grabbed the bag. Our escorts were none too happy that we were delaying the flight to pick up food. Just to be even more annoying I headed right into the men’s bathroom. They weren’t going in after me. When I came out they were outside the women’s room waiting impatiently for Molly to finish as well. As soon as we got to the gate we were walked right down to the plane. Molly’s seat was in the exact same place as the flight we took from home. I was put in a seat by the window up near the front. After Molly got her bags in the overhead she came to sit beside me with the food bag.
I was handed a large house salad with chicken, three different cups of dressing, and some croutons. Beside it she put a large bowl of seafood bisque. She then put a heavily insulated takeout container in my lap that had a large NY Strip, a big pile of real crab meat, a mound of shrimp, and a baked potato. Knowing that this would probably not even start to fill me up she put three Bento Boxes packed with sushi and sashimi on the little bit of free space on my tray. When she had it all spread out she pulled out a collapsible cooler. In went my steak and Bento Boxes. She took the nearly empty bag back to her seat.
Seeing as how this plane was being announced as being full and they were asking people to check their luggage at the gate, I decided to eat my soup while it was still piping hot.
I never thought about it, but can I warm up my food? It is just adding a bit of heat energy.
I pondered it as I ate my soup and worked on my salad. The flight attendants came by to say I needed to hurry. They were upgrading some people to first class and then we would be taking off. I was handing over my empty soup bowl and salad trash as a young woman took the seat next to me. The best I was I can describe her was exceptionally, irrefutably, marvelously, and strikingly plain in every possible way.
Her face was clear. Putting on any make-up would give her the look of a hooker, especially with her flat, limp hair. Even her breasts matched the rest of her. She gave me a sour bit of a look when I was checking her out and then sat there waiting to take off with her arms crossed. Once we were in the air she played around on the console in the back of the seat in front of us to find her something to watch. I went back to eating my dinner. I did notice that she was eyeing the steak as I was working through it, the shrimp, and crab. When I got to the bento boxes she as practically drooling. I had noticed she had two empty bags of peanuts and one of the pretzel mix sitting on her tray. Reaching into the side pocket of the collapsible cooler I get out a pair of chopsticks, two napkins, and another Bento Box. I just put it on her tray and went back to eating. She gave me a very suspicious look as I ate the first one. I had finished the second one without her touching hers at all.
“If you aren’t going to eat it, then pass it back over. I haven’t had anything much to eat since breakfast,” I told her as I got my trash together and collapsed the cooler.
After the flight attendant took my trash, I kicked back in my seat to get some sleep. I didn’t know I was even tired, but I was asleep almost instantly. All the lights in the cabin were out, except for a few people reading, when the woman next to me woke me by gently shaking my shoulder.
“Thank you for the meal,” she said softly. “I have a blanket, but I am really cold still. Can we lift armrests up and push our backs together to share heat and both blankets?”
I have to say that she did look quite miserable and wasn’t faking the shivering a bit. After I checked to be sure she didn’t have some contagious disease I lifted the console armrest between us. It made the two seats into almost a love seat given our sizes. I pulled off my blanket and held out my hand for her blanket.
“If you don’t think I will bite, I think we have enough room to be a bit more comfortable than pushing our backs together,” I told her.
As she was getting up to stand, I kicked off my shoes, turned my back toward the window, put one leg on the seat and then waited for her to sit with her back against my chest. She was undecided only for as long as it took her to get cold again now that she wasn’t under the blanket. When she was snugged up against me I tossed the blankets over her so they went over the side of her seat into the aisle. I was just about to ask her to tuck in our feet in when a flight attendant gave me a big smile as she did it for us. Going the extra mile, the flight attendant also reached under our legs to get the seatbelt up to strap our legs down loosely and then got us an extension to allow my belt to go around our waists over top of the two blankets.
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