Sissy's Corporate Adventures
Chapter 9
A somewhat disheveled Sissy Slickslit found her way into the first class
passengers lounge and was reunited with the ME team which now included a rather
haggard version of the woman who had interviewed her and introduced Sissy to the
idea of ladies loving ladies. Ellen Luxore had dark rings under her eyes and it
appeared that she had lost some weight as well. Her movements were made
carefully as if she had pulled some muscles or was sore. She acknowledged the
teen's presence with a brief smile and then put her hand down on the space next
to her, Ellen's way of ordering her employee to sit beside her.
"Still getting into trouble I see. I'm told you were a bad little girl
who set off the metal detectors and had to be taken out of the line so you could
be given a more thorough search. From the looks of your clothing it must have
been a most thorough search. I just wish I'd been there to properly supervise
those lesbians as they gave you that very intimate examination. Tell me my dear,
did they use their batons in a rather novel way on you, or are you such a dirty
little girl that you expected and most certainly enjoyed their attentions?"
Sissy felt that odd feeling of being disoriented that Ellen Luxore
seemed to create in her. It didn't help matters when the dark haired woman began
absent-mindedly stroking the teen's face as she rambled on, her eyes glittering
with suppressed lust. Then Ellen lapsed into silence, shut her eyes and fell
fast asleep, to dream of all the deliciously salacious things she and that
blonde teen would be doing in the future once she regained her equilibrium and
strength.
At long last the announcement came that the first class passengers on
Flight 69 to Osaka, Japan could now begin boarding. Sissy followed the ME team
as they paraded down the carpeted corridor. After showing their boarding passes
to this utterly beautiful Japanese woman in a pefectly tailored blue suit, that
did an outstanding job of calling attention to her curves, they headed into a
tunnel-like arrangement that led to the entry door of the craft.
Sissy gasped when she saw the cabin interior that featured leather
covered chairs that she discovered could tilt back allowing the passenger to
engage in a variety of restful and highly entertaining activities. There were
only two seats on each side of the wide aisle that ran down the center of the
cabin. There were headphones and a private television screen for each seat.
Sissy was astonished to discover that despite there being ten rows of seats,
only two other passengers besides the five person ME team were occupying this
spacious area. Then to top it off she found out that there were two beautiful
Japanese flight attendants who would be servicing them on their flight. Sissy
was to soon find out that the Japanese version of servicing was quite a bit
different than what she had grown accustomed to in the US.
Mr. Muriama chose to sit beside the blonde airhead, claiming that he
needed to do some further coaching so that she would be totally confident in her
command of the magic eight phrases that she had spent so much time memorizing
and pronouncing over and over during the past week when she wasn't being poked
and prodded by the doctor or being photgraphed and fingerprinted for her
passport, or attending those lengthy meetings of the ME team that made her so
very sleepy.
Just before the plane began to taxi onto the runway, one of the
stewardesses came over and buckled Sissy into her seat. She leaned over to click
the seatbelt and pull the strap tight around Sissy's hips and then she whispered
in perfect English, "I hope we will have a very nice time in the air; there are
many very interesting things that you and I can do to make this trip a most
memorable one. To give Sissy a little hint of what was to come, in more ways
than one, her perfect pink tongue flickered from her lips and gently caressed
the inside of the blonde's shell-like ear, leaving a trace of moisture behind as
well as the scent she was wearing. Sissy was astonished to realize that she was
getting damp, very damp, and in one big hurry.
Sissy could hardy contain herself as the aircraft left the ground and
arced into the sky, leaving the familiar behind and opening up another world
that the girl did not even know existed. She was like a little child, pointing
and exclaiming at the sights she took in for the first time in her young life.
Mr. Muriama was quite taken aback by her reaction to flying, and began to worry
that her artless enthusiasm would prove to be unacceptable to those the team was
to visit. It was but another example of how being totally pussy-whipped could
warp one's sensibilities. The two flight attendants were delighted at Sissy's
behavior and they hovered over her like a pair of guardian angels as she oohed
and aahed at this thing and then that.
It would have been apparent to someone a bit more sophisticated than
Sissy that they had ulterior motives for the interest and attention they gave to
her. Mr.Muriama was ignored as much as possible despite the fact that he was of
the same race. They had already type cast him most accurately and therefore
treated him accordingly. On the other hand they paid a great deal of attention
to Ellen Luxore who was suffering from the combined effects of jet lag and the
steady pressure and tension caused by her previous assignment and now what lay
ahead once they arrived in Osaka.
Mr. Muriama decided that he and Sissy had to get busy on practicing her
eight important phrases. To do this he devised a technique of giving her hand
signals that corresponded to the various phrases he had taught her to recite by
rote. This amused and sexually excited him no end. It did not take the two
attendants long to realize what was going on and they began to take a more
active role in Sissy's lessons, much to the chagrin of her teacher.
The first time this happened he was making Sissy ask him repeatedly if
she could suck his cock , promising to swallow every drop of his cum. This was a
rather lengthy series of almost sibilant sounds that made it appear that the
teen was hissing at him. He had developed a pronounced bulge in his trousers and
was already giving some serious consideration to visiting the lavatory to
relieve the pressure that was building within him. Suddenly without warning one
of the lovely ladies swooped down and taught him lesson one. She quickly
corrected Sissy's attempt to speak her lines, reciting that erotic phrase in
perfect Japanese over and over as Mr. Muriama's face turned beet red. Then she
smiled and rephrased it and had Sissy recite it back to her. Mr. Muriama prayed
to his ancestors for the ability to disappear as Sissy uttered the words "May I
suck your pussy, and swallow every golden drop that comes from it." The
attendant smiled and licked her lips, her eyes dancing with expectations.
A frustrated Mr. Muriama decided to take a nap before luncheon was to be
served, leaving Sissy at loose ends so to speak. She decided she'd see how Ellen
Luxore was enjoying her flight. Her dark haired mistress was not having an easy
time getting any rest due to the overstimulation she had been receiving almost
around the clock for the past week. She patted the seat next to her and had
Sissy join her for a little chat. For some reason this artless, unsophisticated,
bubble brain had some kind of connection to the harried corporate trouble
shooter. Ellen began to realize that there was more to their budding
relationship than just lust. Lust was great and Ms Luxore would never disparage
that aspect of their thing, but there also was something soothing about the
teen's presence. Even while she was in Gemany doing her best to mend some
damaged fences, she found herself thinking about this blonde deviate who managed
to combine innocence with depravity and yet be untouched by either.
For the second time in less than five hours Ellen Luxore yawned,
squeezed Sissy's hand, which at first terrified the teen, and drifted off to
sleep. Miso, the one who had corrected Sissy's Japanese, put in an appearance
shortly after Ellen had nodded off. She brought a blanket and quickly and
efficiently tucked in the sleeping woman. "You have a gift, I am happy to see
you use it as it was intended. We are going to be very good friends, there is so
much I can teach you. We will learn together for I have a feeling that you are
more than you appear to be." To Sissy these words were confusing, but the look
on Miso's face could not be denied. There was something developing here, but
poor Sissy did not have the faintest idea what was causing this strange set of
events.
She had lunch with Mr. Muriama who had recovered somewhat from his loss
of face. He insisted that they continue working on her phrases, even going so
far as to change one to include a reference to the size of her subject's cock.
Sissy had a hard time getting her tongue around the Japanese word for elephant,
but she dutifully struggled to make her teacher satisfied wth her progress.
Finally he had to excuse himself in order to go to the lavatory and so Sissy
took the opportunity to wander about the cabin. She quickly noticed that Ellen's
seat was empty, but gave it no more thought, thinking that her boss had merely
gone back to the galley to talk to the flight attendants or perhaps was in the
ladies room.
On a whim the blonde teen picked her way toward the front of the cabin
where the other two members of the ME team were engaged in conversation with the
two other gentlemen who occupied the cabin. They were Japanese and Sissy quickly
felt their eyes undressing her as they looked up to acknowledge her presence.
Mr. Owen Bradshaw, the head of the team, a fussy sort who acted like his shorts
were too tight, and did not give Sissy the feeling that he thought her to be an
essential member of the team, looked up at her with an irritated expression on
his tight lipped face. His assistant, a fresh-faced recent university graduate
with an MBA from one of those exclusive places where everybody spoke with a
phony accent, added his two cents to her censuring.
Sissy had no idea why they were being so mean to her, but she decided to
retreat and let them continue their business, such as it was. However she could
no fail to pick up a few words that passed between the two Japanese gentlemen.
Strangely enough they were ones that Sissy was very familiar with thanks to
those magic phrases Mr. Muriama had relentlessly drilled into her. The idea that
these two very important people thought enough of her to want her to let them
fuck her in the ass after she gave them a good rimming made her feel much more
appreciated. She could not resist giving them a good view of her twitching
hindquarters as she sashayed up the aisle toward the back of the cabin.
Not too interested in settling down once more with Mr. Muriama, yet
feeling at loose ends, Sissy headed back towards the galley, hoping to find
perhaps Ellen Luxore, since she had not returned to her seat. To her surprise
the tiny galley was empty. Where had everyone gone, Sissy wondered. Then a
section of the wall opened silently and Chiasa, the other stewardess entered,
her finger to her lips in the universal sign for silence. The beautiful woman
wore a kimono and her hair was up and tied into an elaborate knot. She beckoned
for Sissy to enter, and when the teen stepped behind the false wall she beheld a
sight that was so bizarre and totally unexpected that she had to catch her
breath to avoid crying out.
Lying on a table padded with black leather was Ellen Luxore, as naked as
the day she was born. Her wrist were pulled up over her head and attached by
manacles to the top of the table. A similar arrangement held her legs apart.
There were fresh welts criss-crossing the front of her body with most of them
covering her large stiff-nippled breasts and smooth pubic mound. The last time
Sissy had seen Ms Luxore naked, she had an abundant growth of pubic and underarm
hair. She also was much plumper. This version almost appeared sleek and was in
truth totally devoid of body hair. Sissy had immediately assumed this person was
her boss, but she wasn't completely positive since the woman's face was covered
by what looked to be one of those oxygen masks that Miso had shown her just
before the plane took off.
Miso was standing over the dark haired woman with a straight razor in
her hand. She glanced over at Sissy and smiled happily. "You have many gifts I
see. You are also psychic, how wonderful! Ms Luxore just asked for your
attendance and here you are. Your assistance is required so that our honored
guest can find sufficient strength to be at inner peace with herself once we
arrive at our destination. There is much you must be told before this portion of
the journey ends. Please remove your clothing and prepare to join us."
( To be continued)
