Welcome to EroticAir, where the freeuse clause means that anyone can use anyone, anywhere, at any time.
As the new hire, I get a two-flight grace period, an exemption from the freeuse clause. “To check the vibe,” they tell me. I’ve had four months of dry spell and every second in this cabin is pure, desperate torture.
I have to stand there and smile as my co-worker drops to her knees in the aisle to service a businessman. I see another get tag-teamed by a married couple in first class. A passenger fingers a smiling attendant against the drink cart, her uniform skirt pushed up around her waist.
And me? I’m soaked. Embarrassingly, desperately wet. My uniform skirt is stained, my thighs slick. I’m trembling just from watching. What happens when a passenger notices the mess their new attendant has become?
