...the first thing I do when I get called for a flight to fly the uber weathly around the globe is GOOGLE them. You just have to love google! No? I mean how else would you know if the person you're about to go on a first date with is a serial killer? Married? Drugee? Or is going to take you to paris for dinner on his private jet instead of to his parents house - where he lives - so his mom can cook the two of you dinner?
But really back to the point- I google them, of course. And to my disappointment it's just another uber wealthy family, no claim to fame just sickingly RICH! So here I am sitting at the FBO where we wait for the passengers who must go off a different time zone then me because they are running late at usual. Just the same ol story "Hurry up and wait".
So I chat it up with the pilots hoping that if I do enough ass kissing I will get more flights-I'm contract after all and every ass kiss could lead to another flight and one dollar closer to the millions I will need before its me that is an hour late for my private flight to wherever I darn well please!
So they finally roll up - my extremely wealthy, perfect passengers to the Gulfstream V. Zooming onto the turmac in their loaded Range Rover and Audi. It's Mrs. with her young, extremely sexy boyfriend and her three kids off to enjoy the weekend in Utah skiing the slopes. I say "Skiing" because the uber rich don't "Board" it's WAY to middle class.
I am told not to mention to Mrs. that Mr. is off on another flight to another place with another Miss, but this is how the wealthy do it and I don't question it or judge it any more. Megan, the mother, is beautiful. Her kids are donned in the best clothing and I can't help but think as I hang up a hip leather jacket "would they know if it just disappeared?" Nevermind, it wouldn't fit me anyways.
There are 3 pilots for this flight and the jump seat is taken so I sit back with the passengers as we take off and I strike up a conversation with the son. A good looking kid - James Dean meets Harry Potter - probably 15 or 16 and extremely intelligent, I wish he were older and would ask me out As our conversation progresses I suddenly feel very public school educated and quickly shut my mouth. "what was that he was saying about Huck Finn? Did my public school teachers tell me that?"! As we reach 10,000 feet it is time for me to do my thing. I undue the gold buckle around my waist, slip out of the silky white leather seats and take my place in the galley preparing the meals I will serve on china and crystal to the run of the mill-
But really back to the point- I google them, of course. And to my disappointment it's just another uber wealthy family, no claim to fame just sickingly RICH! So here I am sitting at the FBO where we wait for the passengers who must go off a different time zone then me because they are running late at usual. Just the same ol story "Hurry up and wait".
So I chat it up with the pilots hoping that if I do enough ass kissing I will get more flights-I'm contract after all and every ass kiss could lead to another flight and one dollar closer to the millions I will need before its me that is an hour late for my private flight to wherever I darn well please!
So they finally roll up - my extremely wealthy, perfect passengers to the Gulfstream V. Zooming onto the turmac in their loaded Range Rover and Audi. It's Mrs. with her young, extremely sexy boyfriend and her three kids off to enjoy the weekend in Utah skiing the slopes. I say "Skiing" because the uber rich don't "Board" it's WAY to middle class.
I am told not to mention to Mrs. that Mr. is off on another flight to another place with another Miss, but this is how the wealthy do it and I don't question it or judge it any more. Megan, the mother, is beautiful. Her kids are donned in the best clothing and I can't help but think as I hang up a hip leather jacket "would they know if it just disappeared?" Nevermind, it wouldn't fit me anyways.
There are 3 pilots for this flight and the jump seat is taken so I sit back with the passengers as we take off and I strike up a conversation with the son. A good looking kid - James Dean meets Harry Potter - probably 15 or 16 and extremely intelligent, I wish he were older and would ask me out As our conversation progresses I suddenly feel very public school educated and quickly shut my mouth. "what was that he was saying about Huck Finn? Did my public school teachers tell me that?"! As we reach 10,000 feet it is time for me to do my thing. I undue the gold buckle around my waist, slip out of the silky white leather seats and take my place in the galley preparing the meals I will serve on china and crystal to the run of the mill-
just another perfectly wealthy family.
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