“So, you guys better find your seats,” Erin said, moving on from the little show of disrespect, “and I’ll make sure Emily and her friend are comfy.”
Erin left us alone and I found a small sitting room with a couch for Ashlee and me to sit in, which included a couple of chairs for strapping into in case of emergencies. I expected her to sit next to me, but as soon as I sat down, Ashlee dropped in my lap, her legs sitting across mine as she draped one arm around my shoulders.
“Sooo,” she said, as she reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. Her blouse fell away from her chest enough to give me a lovely view of the top slopes of her breasts, and she smiled when she caught me staring. “What’s in Vegas?”
I looked up into her green eyes and smiled back at her, already regretting my decision to invite her. Of course, she was smoking hot, but her little princess routine was already starting to grate on me a little, and I was starting to wonder just how long I could put up with it. At least I wouldn’t have felt like I was putting on a front with Natashya.
“Casinos,” I said.
She rolled her eyes. “I know that, silly. I meant for us.”
I shrugged. “I just wanted to get away for a few days and thought you might be interested.”
“Why me?”
She was fishing for compliments, so I decided to indulge her. “Honestly, I’m tired of all the teasing. I wanted to get you away from all the distractions… maybe take you out… see what happens.”
The fingers in my hair traced down my face, fingers drifting over my clean-shaven skin. “And what do you want to happen?”
The annoyance and frustration I felt started to fade as she gave me those bedroom eyes of hers, and I found that familiar tingle in my crotch that let me know my cock would be stirring soon. Ashlee could switch from spoiled brat to siren in a heartbeat, and it was a little disorienting.
“You know exactly what I want to happen,” I said, my voice pitched lower as she brought her face close to mine to the point our noses almost touched. “I want you to taste me,” I continued. “Then I want to eat you out and make out with you while you taste yourself on my tongue.”
“Mmm…” Ashlee murmured. “That sounds nice. Would you put that big cock inside me while we kissed?”
“Gladly,” I said, my feigned interest feeling more and more serious with each passing heartbeat.
We continued talking to, and teasing each other for the next several moments as we sensed the plane taxiing to the end of the runway. By the time we got the signal that the plane was about to take off, Ashlee had been slowly rocking her ass back and forth on my crotch, teasing it to full hardness. However, the seatbelt sign had come on minutes ago, and while I was fine ignoring it during the taxi, the last thing I wanted to do is have either of us suffer a concussion because we were acting like a couple of teenagers.
As the g-forces on the plane began to increase, Ashlee looked at me from her seat and smiled. “This is your first time on a private plane, isn’t it?”
“It is,” I admitted. “I’ve always flown some form of economy.” This is a whole new experience.
She laughed, her green eyes sparkling. “I can tell. It’s kind of adorable.”
Reaching for my hand, she entwined her fingers in them and squeezed. “Thanks for giving me a chance, Marcus.”
I took a minute to reply as I gazed back at her; this moment felt so genuine and pure that for a moment I felt bad that I’d invited her on this trip under false pretenses. “My pleasure,” I finally said as we felt the wheels leave the airstrip.
Over the next ten to fifteen minutes, we talked about her experience in private air travel and comparing it to my own experiences, which she’d never had. We came from different worlds, and it was interesting to see how unalike our lives had been. She was easy to talk to, and I found myself telling her about growing up with Emily and my two brothers. We talked about the complications that came from having mixed parents, and Ashlee seemed surprised that I had so many stories about the looks my parents would receive when they realized that a black woman and white man were married. I had always grown up aware that I’d escaped many of the hardships other minorities faced thanks to my parents’ hard work, but Ashlee grew up in wealth and privilege that eclipsed mine completely. It had given her a worldliness and knowledgable that I would have never dreamed of, but she still maintained a certain naivete that many with generational wealth were plagued with. The guilt I felt about lying to her slowly grew as time went on. She didn’t seem like a bad person… just a little spoiled.
But then… why was she meeting with my would-be assassin?
I decided to bring it up to gauge her reaction. By this time, the seatbelt sign had blinked off and we were returning to the couch.
“So, you asked what this was about,” I said. “There’s another reason besides just wanting to get out of town.”
Ashlee looked at me, her brow furrowing in intrigue; her nose crinkled a little, and I I couldn’t help noticing that she was impossibly cute.
“A guy nearly tried to shoot me,” I said, watching her close for any sign of recognition as I continued. “Some guy with a scar. Kind of stocky. Looked like he’d broken his nose. He followed me into a restroom and nearly pulled a gun on me. I managed to get out, but…”
“Oh god!” Ashlee said. Her surprise felt genuine. Fuck. She had the same amazing poker face as Helen. Had her stepmother given her pointers or something?
“Yeah,” I continued. “It happened yesterday, so-”
The door slid open a few inches and Shea poked her head in. “There you are! Oh!” She looked slightly abashed and said, “I hope I’m not disturbing anything.”
“Not at all,” I said, having to hid the annoyance that I felt having my story interrupted before I could feel her out a little more.
She opened the door the rest of the way as her dark eyes traveled back and forth between the two of us. “Miss VanCamp, Mr. Upton requested a massage for you. Would you be interested?”
Ashlee’s eyes grew wide and she gasped. “A massage!?” She looked at me and said, “Oh Marcus! That was so sweet of you! Would you mind?”
Since I hadn’t arranged anything, I assumed this was Erin’s work and trusted her to know what she was doing. I shook my head and said, “Not at all. That’s what this is, anyway. Go get some self-care.”
She squealed, her voice high-pitched as she launched herself at me, throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me tight. Her head came back and she planted her lips on mine, and her fingers began exploring the back of my head as she initiated a make-out session that bordered on pornographic. It went on for about twenty seconds before she extracted her tongue from my mouth with a little moan.
“When I get you all to myself, you’re gonna get it, Tiger.”
I chuckled as I looked up at her. “Tiger?”
She shrugged as she slid off my lap. “Just thought I’d try it.”
She flashed her cute dimples at me as she smiled before turning away from me. “Alright, I’m ready for my massage! Lead the way um…”
“Shea,” the attendant said as she disappeared from the doorway. Ashlee followed her without even looking back at me, leaving me by myself.