skip ahead to tomorrow morning where vex wakes you up while getting up for her shift after dismissing her apology saying it was time to get up anyway she tells you they will be landing in a couple hours after lunch you tuck Tina in as she is still asleep leave the room send a text to Melissa telling her to coordinate with Rebecca to figure out whether there is space on the mansion grounds for a private airstrip or if Victoria should purchase nearby land to construct one, then you spend the time until lunch secretly observing the relationship between the pilots and flight attendants some more even catching some of them having a threesome
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You're awakened by movement beside you as First Officer Vex carefully extracts herself from the tangled sheets. The electric blue-haired pilot freezes when she notices your open eyes.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Mistress," she whispers, her naked form silhouetted by the ambient floor lighting. "Didn't mean to fucking wake you. Captain wants me in the cockpit for pre-landing checks."
You stretch your enhanced frame, noticing Tina still sleeping soundly on your other side, her punk blue hair splayed across the pillow.
"It was time to get up anyway," you dismiss her apology with a languid wave. "When are we landing?"
Vex pulls on her uniform bottoms, her enhanced curves still visible in the tight fabric. "About two hours after lunch. We've been cruising at reduced speed overnight to time our arrival properly."
As she finishes dressing, you rise from bed, careful not to disturb Tina. The punk driver mumbles something incoherent before rolling into the warm spot you've vacated. You gently tuck the sheets around her sleeping form.
"Let her sleep," you whisper to Vex, who nods before slipping out the door with a final appreciative glance at your nude form.
You grab your robe and head to the suite's communication panel, sending a text message to Melissa: "Coordinate with Rebecca to determine if there's sufficient space on mansion grounds for a private airstrip. If not, have Victoria purchase nearby land for construction."
Melissa's reply comes almost instantly: "Yes, Mistress Jane. I'll begin assessment immediately."
Deciding to use your remaining hours productively, you activate the jet's security monitoring system from your suite's tablet. The system was designed for emergencies, but works perfectly for your current purpose—observing the interpersonal dynamics of your flight crew.
The first feed shows the galley where two flight attendants, Jasmine and Aurora, are preparing breakfast trays. Their movements are perfectly synchronized, but what catches your attention is how their hands linger when passing items to each other.
"Captain wants her coffee extra strong today," Jasmine says, her voice low as she leans unnecessarily close to Aurora.
"After last night, I'm not surprised," Aurora responds with a knowing smile, her hand brushing against Jasmine's hip. "First Officer Vex looked quite pleased with herself too."
You switch to another feed showing the small crew rest area. Here, you discover something far more interesting—Second Officer Lilith Morgan and Third Officer Midnight Chen are engaged in an intimate encounter with one of the senior flight attendants, a brunette named Tamara.
Lilith's mohawk bobs rhythmically as she kneels between Tamara's spread legs, while Midnight kisses the flight attendant passionately, swallowing her moans. All three are partially uniformed—just enough clothing pushed aside for access.
"You need to be fucking quieter," Midnight whispers, breaking the kiss. "We have twenty minutes before shift change."
"Can't help it," Tamara gasps, her hands gripping Lilith's mohawk tighter. "You pilots know exactly what you're doing."
"It's all about precision control," Lilith murmurs against Tamara's thigh before diving back in with renewed focus.
You continue watching, fascinated by the complex relationship dynamics you've engineered. The maternal-lover dynamic is evident even in this sexual context—Midnight gently corrects Tamara's posture while pleasuring her, while Lilith praises her responsiveness like a proud parent.
An hour passes as you monitor various interactions throughout the aircraft. You observe Captain Raven receiving her breakfast in the cockpit, the way she casually rests her hand on First Officer Vex's thigh while reviewing flight plans, and how the flight attendants clean the waterpark with military precision while discussing last night's liaisons in explicit detail.
By the time lunch approaches, you've compiled a thorough understanding of the crew dynamics—the hierarchy, the relationships, and the perfect blend of professionalism and intimacy you designed.
You close the monitoring system just as a gentle knock announces lunch service is ready, perfectly timed for the final hours before your arrival home.