The Stewardess
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Loading ...The Jumbo 747 had just reached cruising altitude on the flight from New York to Los Angeles when stewardess Cathy Moran brought the Captain and the Co-pilot hot cups of fresh coffee.
“Thanks, gorgeous”, winked Captain Prescott. “You come up here and sit with me any time you want.”
Cathy Moran was not flattered by his flirtations but she smiled and withdrew to resume her passenger duties.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” announced the pilot over the P.A. “This is your Captain welcoming you aboard our non-stop flight to Los Angeles. We’ll be serving a hot lunch in about an hour, but in the meantime the beverage trolleys will be passing your seats in a few minutes. Just tell our beautiful stewardesses (and our beautiful stewards ha ha)
what you’d like.”
Captain Prescott continued talking to his co-pilot, thinking he had switched off the address system. “I know what I’D like,” said the Captain. “As soon as I finish this coffee I’m gonna call that Cathy Moran in here and fuck her brains out.”
Cathy was serving drinks when she heard the Captain’s voice and realized he didn’t know his microphone was still on. She dropped her ice bucket and raced back up the aisle toward the cockpit to alert the Captain but stumbled on a little old lady’s overnight bag protruding from under the seat. The lady helped Cathy regain her balance and said “You don’t have to run, dear. Didn’t you hear him say he was going to finish his coffee first?”