Turbulence - (18+)

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GATE A1 JUSTIN

Dallas (DAL)-> Singapore (SIN)-> New York (JFK)

There were only three things I hated in this world more than my cruel circus of a family: The new changes in the airline industry, the fact that the airline industry was the only industry I could ever see myself working for, and the fact that 'Do Not Disturb' signs on hotel room doors apparently didn't mean shit anymore.

Twice this morning, unwelcome knocks had come to the door at the absolute worst moments. The first time was while I was having sex, while the woman I'd invited up to my room was bent over my coffee table with her ass in the air-my cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. The second time was while I was flipping through the morning newspapers, using the flame from my final cigar to burn through all the lie-infested pages.

And now, within the same three-hour span, another set of knocks were tapping against the door.

"Mr. Bieber!" This time there was a voice, a female voice. "Mr. Bieber, are you in there?"

I didn't answer. I continued standing under the hot streams of the shower, trying to think of any possible way I could get out of this.

"Mr. Bieber, it's me! Dr. Cox!" The shrill voice came again ten minutes later. "I know you're in there! If you don't answer this time, I'll have to assume something is wrong and call the police!"

Jesus Christ...

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Not bothering to grab a towel, I walked through the bedroom suite and opened the door, finding myself face to face with a red-haired woman in an all-white suit.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked.

"Excuse me? How dare you talk to me like that? I don't appreciate you ignoring-" She suddenly stopped talking and stepped back. Her big brown eyes widened, and her cheeks turned bright red.

"Your cock is um..." Her voice was a whisper. "You're completely naked right now."

"How perceptive of you," I said flatly. "What do you want?"

Her gaze lingered on my cock for several more seconds, then she cleared her throat. "I'm Dr. Cox with Personnel Affairs for Elite Airways."

"I'm aware."

"I know that this weekend marks your final flight sequence with Signature Air, but seeing as though Elite and Signature will now be one airline as of next Monday, you still need to complete some paperwork with us," she said. "You've had ten months to get this done, and you're the only pilot who hasn't completed the personality profile. Not only that, but I could've sworn we told you that we were flying into Dallas on your stopover just to get this done, Mr. Bieber. We flew here for you, and we're still waiting for you to join us in the meeting room. Would it kill you to take this seriously?"

"I'll be able to take you seriously when you realize that my eyes are up here."

Flustered, she blushed again and finally looked up at me. "We told you to be downstairs at seven."

"I told you I'd get there at eight."

"Well," she said, looking at her watch, "It's now seven thirty, and the reason we insisted you join us an hour early is because we wanted you to have time to read over some of our new policies. We insisted."

"No, you suggested. Two completely different terms with two completely different expectations."

"I guess I can add 'human dictionary' to your list of unique profile qualities." She rolled her eyes. "I'll be very careful with my wording the next time I send you an email."