It took forever to change into her uniform, and Madison was nearly late leaving her home. She was dressed in a tight fitting navy blue uniform, with a button up shirt that hugged her breasts, a skirt that hugged her hips, and tights and heels making up the rest. Some light makeup and a bun in her hair completed the look. She clocked in, boarded the plane, and in no time was taking drink orders at 30,000 feet.
Madison didn't hate her job, the occasional groping and piggish comments could be flattering depending on who was saying them, but more often than not it was a gross older guy. When a good looking younger guy did it, she tended to spend the rest of the flight fantasizing about taking him to the lavatory for some fun. That would get back to Clay somehow though, and so she never acted on it. She wondered about the customers in the tiny section of the plane, though. They were small, discreet. Surely if no one was looking she could-
A ding sounded, one of the stewardess lights in the tiny section had come on...
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