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Bethany Farrell
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- Joined
- Sep 23, 2013
The flight had just started and already my feet were killing me. Standing at 5'8 and 117 lbs, my 34b breasts were straining against the tight fitting bra and blouse. As is customary I had to wear the blue jacket and scarf around my neck too. I took my tray and walked down the isle again. My area was the first class cabin. Many other girls envied my job, but my seniority got me assigned to whichever routes I wanted.
I passed by the snoozing middle aged men, the young men affixed to their laptops and portfolios, and the smart looking business women. My heels clicked by on the isle floor offering them drinks and snacks, and out of the corner of my eye I saw an attractive business lady reading. Mmmm what a nice distraction from the high powered testosterone... I stop to ask "Would you like anything Ma'am?" I bend low to speak to her, showing some of my cleavage and wafting my perfume at her....
I passed by the snoozing middle aged men, the young men affixed to their laptops and portfolios, and the smart looking business women. My heels clicked by on the isle floor offering them drinks and snacks, and out of the corner of my eye I saw an attractive business lady reading. Mmmm what a nice distraction from the high powered testosterone... I stop to ask "Would you like anything Ma'am?" I bend low to speak to her, showing some of my cleavage and wafting my perfume at her....