Surprise (6 page)

 

Back home and online again, I find Bryn is already there and waiting for me.

Hello Ellie.

Hi there. I add a smiley. “What are you up to?

Just some scripting. How are you doing? Are you OK?

Oh, more than OK.

I want to tell you I had just the greatest time. What about you?

It was wild, I type, unable to stop grinning. Unreal.

 

 

 

 

Jane had been on plenty of planes before, and this one seemed pretty par for the course. Some guy sitting and reading next to her, a kid or two yelling and a bunch of people trying to jam too much into their overhead compartments. Sometimes, the regularity of Jane's life depressed her. She generally pretty much ignored the safety demonstration done by the flight attendants, but today Jane needed some distraction. She pulled out the little card with the crash positions. They always seemed so unreal to her. How could a person stay calm in that kind of a situation? Jane didn't like the idea of staying calm and collected if her life was in danger. She would almost like the chance to freak out.

She tried to stare at the card and forget all the people around her. Tried to just zone out. Maybe because she wasn't really paying attention to the card, it took Jane a second to notice, but it seemed like the woman bent forward and cradling her knees was wearing a tank top. Very chesty, too. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. It still looked like she was staring at big tits, and on a second look, she noticed that the guy sitting next to this chesty woman on the card looked an awful lot like a young Jack Nicholson. And old Jack was peeking, which Jane supposed Nicholson would probably do.

Jane started to look around, trying to see if anyone else was staring at the card. Nobody seemed to notice one way or the other, and Jane shivered a little. Even through her shiver, Jane could feel her temperature start to rise. Was she going crazy? Maybe this was a step off into the deep end. She used the card to fan herself a little. The dickhead sitting next to her sighed, but Jane decided not to bother looking at him. Instead, she kept looking around, and sure enough, there was a girl with short, black hair about three rows up from her that was tilting the card, looking at it with a little bit of a frown. Jane saw the girl start to look around, but when she met Jane's eyes, the girl looked away.

Jane realized she'd been staring, and she looked down at the card again, too. If the girl was looking around instead of showing it to someone, maybe she was on the plane alone, like Jane, looking for someone to talk to about this Nicholson card. This dirty little Nicholson card. Although the movie
Wolf
had been kind of shitty, Jane had enjoyed watching Nicholson and Michelle Pfeiffer together. Pfeiffer was a petite woman, like this dark-haired girl. The two of them had been something. “Woof,” she muttered to herself. The guy next to her looked up from his book, but he didn't have the balls to look right at her. Jane bit her lip. She wished the plane would take off so she could sneak off to the bathroom. She looked back at the girl with the short black hair, but she was now talking to the guy next to her. A tall guy.

Jane put the card away. This was a business trip, which made things even worse. The phrase, “All work and no play make Jack a dull boy,” went through her head. It'd been too long since Jane had a chance to really play. She closed her eyes and pressed back, which she always liked to do during takeoffs. That feeling of being pulled or controlled. Jane loved it. She smiled.

It only lasted a few seconds. The man next to her started rummaging for something and, of course, the kids were crying as their ears popped. Jane opened her eyes and leaned her head against the window. The ground was getting smaller and smaller. She felt the need for a little freedom, to get to the bathroom, the card with her. At least the
fasten seat belt
sign would be off soon. She looked back at the girl, and now she saw that she and the tall guy were both looking back at her. Jane put her hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. “A few good men,” she said quietly. The asshole next to her cleared his throat. She had a deep-rooted desire to administer shock treatment. In the book version of Cuckoo's Nest, there was that little thing about Vaseline and the orderlies, too. Jane bit her lip and looked at the
fasten seat belt
sign. She needed to get to that bathroom.

Jane traced her finger over the smooth curve of the armrest and thought about the power Nicholson showed in that chicken-salad scene. “Hold it between your legs.” The PA came on, and Jane checked the sign. Seat belts were no longer required. Jane grabbed the card and slid it down the back of her skirt, so that it would stay pressed against her and not fall. It was a little cool on the small of her back. She looked over to the black-haired girl and the tall man. They were already unbuckling. Jane took hers off as quickly as she could. “Excuse me,” she said, before she was even standing. The idiot next to her must've thought she was going to be sick. He looked a little pale himself. “Oh,” he said, “are you okay?”

“Bathroom,” she said, and he pulled back so she could get out, his mouth twisting. Jane tried her best to keep from laughing. She imagined that it'd be the same look he'd give if he knew why she was really going. Jane saw the black-haired girl and the tall guy coming. She wondered if they'd all be able to fit into one bathroom. She made herself slow down as much as possible so that they could catch up to her. As they got close, she turned around. “Nicholson?” she asked. The black-haired girl giggled and turned back to the tall guy. His face was red, but he nodded. Jane went quicker, and they followed behind. She kept an eye out for flight attendants who might be nosy or passengers who were also looking around. She noticed some of them were looking at the cards, but none of them were in the aisle. Jane thought about what she was about to do and considered how many of the other passengers would've had it on their bucket list. She got really hot, thinking about going ahead with something that most of the rest of the passengers wouldn't dare do, might not even think of.

They were practically on top of each other as they got to the bathroom. Jane felt the girl's little hand pressing the card into her back, and she shivered. They squeezed into the little cubicle, not caring if anyone saw, not knowing what anyone's name was, and they all started sliding out of their clothes. Jane put the card with Nicholson and the chesty, bent-over lady against the mirror. The girl hopped up onto the sink, her skirt hiked up and her panties on the floor. Jane saw the tall guy starting to lean towards the girl, but she slid in, feeling his hot cock against her ass and the wetness of the girl. Jane sighed. She'd never had a three-way, but this felt so comfortable, so perfect that Jane wasn't nervous at all. She leaned into the girl and whispered, “Something's gotta give.” The girl giggled and wrapped her arms around Jane. Jane licked her ear lobe and fingered her. The tall guy rubbed his head against Jane's increasingly wet pussy. He slid into her and reached around to play with the dark-haired girl's nipples. The girl let go of Jane's back and slid one hand around to the guy and one down to Jane's ass. In those next few minutes Jane could've sworn she felt everything, the soft give of the girl's breasts and the hot trail of her own tongue sliding across them, the weight in the tall guy's groin as he pounded her and the bounce of her flesh as she pushed back to collide against him. As they fucked, she remembered that the word “thrust” has something to do with physics and planes and probably feeling breathless. This was where she needed to go.

Jane closed her eyes and felt warm, eager hands all over her. She smiled and imagined the whole plane in the bathroom, fucking and licking and squeezing. Cocks stiffening and legs parting as they all watched Jack Nicholson look down this cartoon girl's shirt. The flight attendants laying down for body shots and the pop of the overhead compartments as people pulled out anything they could to help fuck each other. Neckties for hands and feet, camera phones catching positions that people would never again hold. She imagined all this as her breath came out in little bursts between thrusts from this tall guy with his rock hard cock. Jane felt like singing. She felt like they were even sweating together. The three of them would press against each other and the bathroom walls, but even the tight little bathroom didn't seem so bad. It kept the heat and the smells and the sounds in as they all moved back and forth together, the guy's cock occasionally slipping out, only to get thrust back in deeper, harder.

She felt the thighs of the girl wrap around her and the girl's calves wrap around the guy and she felt like the guy's cock slid right through her and deep into the girl, right between Jane's fingers, pressing them deeper. Jane moaned out her climax and then bit her lip, hoping to not attract the attention of any flight attendants. She leaned in for a deep kiss with the girl, and as she did so, she felt the warm explosion from the guy. They all froze for a second, then slid into breathy laughter. They gave quick glances back and forth as they slid their clothes back on. The guy was built pretty well, and the girl was the kind of cute that you wished you could hold every day of your life. “Wasn't he great as the Joker?” the tall guy asked.

Jane looked at the dark-haired girl, and they both laughed. The tall guy was the first to leave, and while Jane and the girl were in the bathroom together, the girl took Jane's hand, still wet from the girl's pussy, and she licked Jane's fingers, then kissed her. Jane felt dizzy. She leaned into the kiss and grabbed the girl's sweet, full ass. When they stopped, the girl smiled and left. Jane took a moment to catch her breath. She pulled her skirt up and picked the card off the mirror. That cartoon woman's breasts really were worth the peek. Jane slid the card back down her skirt. It felt warm this time. When she opened the door, there was a flight attendant. A thin blonde who was good-looking, although maybe a little past her prime. Jane felt herself turning red, but the flight attendant just smiled. “There's an on-flight movie,” she said.
“Terms of Endearment.”

Jane nodded. She eyed up the flight attendant, but thought better of it. Maybe later in the flight, like an intermission. She smiled and went back to her seat. That guy next to her seemed a little more tolerable now. Jane sat down and said, “Sorry.”

He gave a little chuckle. “It happens. Feel better now?”

Jane shrugged. “As good as it gets.”

She slowly slid the card back out, making sure the guy had gone back to his book. Jane traced the edges of the card with her middle finger. Maybe it didn't look so much like Nicholson after all. Maybe that didn't matter. She looked back at the girl and the guy. They were leaning on each other. She looked towards the flight attendant who was pushing the drink cart. The flight attendant leaned over one of the other passengers to pass their seatmate a drink and Jane could've sworn the flight attendant pressed her breasts on the passenger's shoulders. It looked like it couldn't have been a mistake. Maybe the flight attendant wasn't so past her prime. Her body looked tight, but maybe flexible. Jane closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat. Between her takeoff point and final destination there was a nice, long layover.

 

 

 

 

I've nabbed some quality items off Craigslist, from workout equipment to a pool cover. I even sold a few goods after I got laid off. My bike went, as did some of the kids' toys. But they were minor patches, not enough to stop the hemorrhaging. I needed a job. I'd scanned Craigslist's employment section before, but nothing fit. Or I wasn't open to the options. That is until I was desperate enough and clicked the Adult Gigs tab.

I read the warnings and disclaimer and then proceeded to the next page. Blue hyperlink descriptions enticed. I clicked a few. The link
Traveling Businessman?
offered discreet services and the pitch, “Let your wife do the laundry, I'd rather do you.”
The Dirty Secretary
was a call for a woman to role-play for a late-night workaholic in need of some relief. Then I read
Men: Actors needed for solo shots.
I followed the link:

Actors needed for male jerk-off scenes. No head shots. Looking for athletic builds. Will fly you to location. $1,000 for your service.

“A thousand bucks for jerking off?” I covered my mouth after blurting it out and my ears reddened. I re-read the ad.
No head shots.
I had multiple scenarios for what that meant, but I was solid on the $1,000. I hadn't worked in three months.

I highlighted the response link and pasted it into an email. I closed my eyes and thought for a moment, am I this desperate? I did a mental inventory of my bills and our savings. The argument from the night before cast its shadow. My wife was right.
“We need to do something.”
I fired off a paragraph resumé of my willingness and my build. I then ran from my home office and refused to look at the computer for the rest of the day. I picked up my daughters from school, made dinner and waited for my wife to come home from work.

“You seem upbeat. Something happen?” She set down her bag and kicked off her shoes.

“I, uh, may have a lead on something.”

“That's awesome! With who?” Her eyes sparkled. I hadn't seen that in three months. It had been twelve weeks of nothing but late night conversations and calculations that amounted to the same frustration. Nothing but excuses for why we couldn't get together with friends. Nothing but unemployment and a dangerously high mortgage.

I turned to the stove, feigning to check on the food. “I'm not sure, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. It may only be a one shot deal.”

The sparkle faded and she frowned, but then her eyebrows perked. “Hey, one job at a time can add up.”