First Class Action

An Unexpected Meeting

"Hi, um..." Gavin felt weird and out of place as he stepped up to the ornate desk at the entrance to the first class lounge. The dressed up man behind the shiny counter didn't even bat an eyelid. Either he'd been warned about Gavin's imminent arrival, or first class folks really dressed down while travelling. Gavin wasn't exactly scruffy besides his worn boots, but he was in no way dressed up. He was wearing nice jeans, his usual woollen V-neck, and his faithful leather jacket. He still didn't think he'd fit in with the first class passengers, no matter what they were wearing. The smartly dressed host scanned his ticket and checked him into the lounge, politely waving an arm as he led the way.

"Welcome, Mr Reed. Step right this way...Through here are the sleeping quarters and gymnasium, and on the right here are the bathrooms. Men's are on the left side." This seemed to be a standard greeting for all guests, and he didn't treat Gavin any differently. How was he to know whether Gavin had bought his own ticket? Unless the desk clerk called it in...but there was no reason she would. Maybe it would travel down the vine as gossip later, but Gavin was pretty sure he was in the clear. "If you'd like a proper bath or shower, there are bathing facilities attached to the gymnasium, and through here is the lounge proper. You can take a seat and call for anything you need. Enjoy your stay," the man recited in a practiced tone. Gavin stammered out his thanks and looked around, slightly daunted by the grand seating areas.

There was a series of huge, plush armchairs with low tables and charging sockets. There were shiny stools at the bar for those feeling more sociable. Further off was a dining area for those who wanted to be seated for a meal. Gavin hastily shuffled into the nearest booth before he was noticed and tugged off his jacket. He left his jacket and backpack on a chair. He was pretty sure no one would steal them, so he headed to the restrooms. He chose the disabled cubicle to give himself a little more space and a sink to work with. Phck, am I really doing this? He looked in the bag, unsurprised to find an enema kit. The man had suggested he clean up, and Gavin took that to heart. He was glad the sink had been placed close enough to the toilet that he could reach it as he unpacked to get started.

He used the bathroom and then did the enema. A little time later, he was drying himself off and tossing out the disposable kit. He'd showered before leaving the hotel that morning, but after a day of waiting around, saying goodbye, and travelling to get to the airport, he was probably ready for another one. The man had paid to upgrade him. The least he could do was give him the highest quality product he could provide. He'd been given a whole range of shower items to use, too. May as well get my money's worth...He headed out, quietly relieved no one had turned up needing to use the disabled cubicle.

As he headed into the gym, another suited host handed him a set of soft towels to use and showed him which way to go for the gym, pool, or bathrooms. Gavin headed to the bathrooms. He wasn't exactly in the gym mood, and he only had about three hours to kill before his flight. He stepped into one of the comfortably sized rooms and locked the door. He had his own sink and bathtub with a shower attachment above. Gavin ran a bath, using some of the complimentary bubble bath and salts he'd been handed. He hissed and hummed as he stepped in, having run the water a little too hot. He slowly eased himself down and settled on his back with a sigh.

The water felt good after a long day. There were bubbles tickling his pecs and chin as he lay back. His feet rested against the other edge of the tub as he bent his knees. The salts had made the water slick, leaving a slightly oily feeling on his skin as it soothed and moisturised. He dipped his head beneath the surface before settling with his eyes closed. He knew he could have travelled like this if he'd asked Elijah, but he hated scrounging like that. If he was travelling, it was going to be on his own dime. Or in exchange for something else, apparently. He tried not to feel too dirty as he thought of exactly how he was going to be paying for this privilege.