Chapter 3: Rising Action
Abigail the stewardess that has been flirting with Tom the whole flight sits next to him and unbuttons her top exposing more cleavage
.
"You know what," says Abigail, "I need to use the restroom, and I don't want to disturb everyone in the cabin. Would you accompany me so we don't get lost?"
Tom gives her a mischievous grin and stands up, "Of course, my dear. Lead the way."
They walk hand in hand towards the lavatory, and Abigail opens the door to reveal a tiny cramped space with a dirty floor
. The smell of disinfectant fills the air as they step inside. Abigail closes the door behind them, locking it with a click. She feels Tom's hands reach around her waist, pulling her body closer to his.
"You're really going to do this?" he whispers in her ear.
"Yes," she replies, her voice quivering slightly. "We won't have another chance like this."
Her heart races as she gazes into his dark brown eyes, filled with desire and excitement.
“Get on your knees, right on that dirty floor. You fucking whore” Tom demands . Abigail obeys his orders without hesitation, kneeling down on the cold, damp tiles with a sense of anticipation. She looks up at Tom, his eyes smoldering with anticipation. His hands grip her hips tightly, pulling her forward until their bodies are flush against each other.
“What are you doing?” Abigail gasps, feeling a strange mixture of fear and arousal course through her veins.