The Pilot's Holiday

The Pilot's Holiday Pt. 3

Chapter 3

Later that night, Charles laid in his King Size bed motionless. Staring at the ceiling. Going over the events of the day. No matter how much he tried to convince himself it was the right thing to do, he could not. His arm rested on his forehead as he took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "What have I done to Carol?"

Before he could answer there was a knock at the door. "You have a key, you don't have to knock," Charles said In a tired voice. The door opened and in walked a brunette haired woman still in uniform. She plopped on the bed next to Charles and began to take off her black heels one at a time. "What has ya so down?" She said blowing a bubble from her pink bubble gum. The sound of the gum popping did not even move Charles. "It's Paul. He doesn't believe me and on top of that, he wants to meet with us tomorrow. Me to clarify the story and you for your annual review."

"Me? Is it time already?" She yelped. Charles sat up on the opposite end of the bed and looked over his shoulder at her. "Yes, Lacey, it is time. You know Paul is always punctual about our reviews." Lacey taking off her red matte lipstick chucked her gum into the trash bin across the room. "Well that's not exactly the plan but it'll work. At least now I can back you up and say I saw her leave. It'll work out. Now go take a shower, join you shortly." Lacey smiled as she gave Charles a pat on the back. Then she made her way to the mirror to finish taking off her makeup.

Charles leaned against the dark blue tiles in the shower as the warm water fell down his back and off the large brown eagle tattoo that glistened all over his back and dripped off of his well toned buttocks. "Dammit! This doesn't feel right. Carol is my friend. How did I let this happen?" Charles was so lost in thought he didn't notice Lacey until her arms were placed around his waist and breast pressed firmly against his back. "Was someone thinking about little ole me? Because it seems like you were." Lacey felt around his pelvis feeling the weight of his testicles. Her soft manicured nails gently grazed up and down his eight inch member. "I know you were lost in your thoughts about what we're doing but it has to be done. If you're having doubts, allow me to erase them." She turned Charles around so see her firm 32 C cup breast with erect brown nipples. Then she kneeled down and placed as much of Charles as she could in her mouth. Stretching it as she tried to get all of it. Her mouth moving back and forth was enough to make Charles explode. He grabbed her hair trying to fight off his moans of pleasure but simply could not. As Lacey sped up Charles tightened every muscle he had and let out a loud moan as he reached his climax and Lacey pulled away at the last moment. "That doesn't go down this throat. Not yet Charles. Now let's finish up. We have a meeting to attend tomorrow."

*Earlier that day*

As Carol waved by to Charles she couldn't help but feel a little sad about leaving her friend. But she also knew she needed a break of some sort and why not enjoy herself for a week. She popped into her hotel room for a shower and quick change. It wasn't until she was standing over her suitcase mulling over what to wear that she realized she hadn't bought any clothes for vacation of any kind in about three years. "Guess I'm adding shopping for clothes on my list of things to do here." She grabbed black shirt with an owl on it with the text 'Fly By Night' under it. She slipped on her black jeans that fit her figure very well and her black and white Converse that she never really wore so they were practically new. Carol put on her black hoodie along with her purse and headed down to the bar.

Once there she sat on the stool and ordered a pair of jacks. The bartender gave a nod and got right to it. "A whiskey woman. A woman after my own heart." Carol looked down a couple of seats from her and saw a fair skinned man in a grey shirt that read 'This Is My Laundry Day Shirt' and blue jeans. "So do you just hang around bars and wait for a woman to order whiskey before saying that or did you practice that in the mirror?" The man laughed at Carol's question. He spoke in a southern accent as he turned towards her. "I will admit, I was saving that one to use on just the right woman. I'm just hoping it's you." Carol was flattered but didn't want to meet him knowing that. At least not yet. She took a sip of her Pair of Jacks and looked at the man. "So, what is your name, Bar Man?" The man ordered a ginger ale and looked Carol up and down. "Marcus. Marcus Edward Jones II." He took a sip of his Ginger Ale and let out a satisfactory sigh.

"You have my name, may I have yours?" Carol hesitated for a moment but gave him her name. "Carol Scott." The man shook her hand and turned back around. "So Ms. Carol, what do you do for a living?" Carol smiled and stated with pride "I am a pilot. Just promoted to Captain. First black woman in the company's hundred year history to do so." "Oh! So this is a celebration? Well cheers!" Marcus raised his bottle of ginger ale and Carol raised her glass. After she took a gulp she placed it down. "So what about you Marcus?" Marcus sighed. "Call Center worker. Yeah, dealing with people and calls from people who ask you to repeat yourself for forty minutes isn't all it's cracked up to be."

There was a moment of silence before Marcus broke the silence. "So Ms. Carol, may I show you around the beautiful city of Asheville?" Carol thought about it. Weighing her options. On the one hand: she could stay at the bar and retreat to her room only to do it all again. On the other she could go with Marcus. This nice stranger but still a stranger. While Carol wasn't exactly new to the area, she hadn't been back in almost ten years. It couldn't hurt to try. Worst case scenario it goes bad and she gets to go back to her room and drink some more Jack Daniels. "Sure. Why not?" Marcus took the last of his Ginger Ale and replied with a bit of shock. "Just like that ma'am? You aren't worried?" Carol stood up and finished the last of her Pair Of Jacks. "Well I am a Red Belt in Taekwondo, I have taken three self defense classes and I am a lifetime member of Team Squid Kickboxing. So yeah, I'm not worried too much." Carol smiled and gestured for Marcus to lead the way. "Well this way to my glorious Honda CR-V." Carol's eyebrow shot up. "I don't know what that is but I feel like it might be cozy."