The Right Fit

Juliette and Tina got word a Paris flight just opened and they both wanted it bad. Only one girl would win. Juliette moved first—she pushed Tina down on the cot in the crew room, cinched her wrists to the bed frame with nylon straps, and forced a red ball gag between Tina’s teeth. With Tina bound and drooling, Juliette smoothed her skirt, popped the top two buttons of her blouse, and walked straight into the cockpit. Her fingers brushed the pilot’s shoulder while she leaned close, promising him private attention all the way to Paris if he chose her. The pilot barely had time to answer. The door slammed. Tina had slipped her bonds. Now Juliette found her own wrists yanked behind her and lashed tight. A second ball gag—black this time—filled her mouth before she could speak. Tina shoved her onto the narrow bunk, ripped open the rest of her blouse, and straddled her. Outside the cockpit door, the pilot watched both bound women fight for the job, their muffled moans mixing with the low thrum of engines spooling up.