The story with the former flight attendant

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The story of a former flight attendant
: For many men, the image of a flight attendant might seem like a fantasy, but in reality, many are quite ordinary and lack exceptional beauty. However, those selected for flight attendant positions are at least not unattractive. I have a friend who is quite ordinary-looking, yet she became a flight attendant for China Airlines. I don't know if it's due to good makeup skills or something else, but it surprised me. Some flight attendants from European and American airlines, however, are quite pleasing to the eye; perhaps they were beautiful in their youth. Domestic airlines tend to prioritize appearance; older flight attendants, aside from a small number who continue working, mostly transfer to ground staff.
Flight attendants' salaries are higher than those of ordinary white-collar workers, especially on international routes. On long-haul flights, the bonuses are even more substantial, exceeding 70,000 to 80,000 NTD. But frankly, being a flight attendant is just high-class service personnel; the work is extremely monotonous, the in-flight environment is harsh, and the job is far from easy. For many women, being a flight attendant seems like an "imagined" job, and I have male friends who work as flight attendants, and some who were selected have changed their minds and refused to report for training.
Having flown with many airlines, I've noticed that in terms of attractiveness, Asian routes like those to Japan, South Korea, Singapore, mainland China, and Taiwan, as well as some Southeast Asian routes, all have beautiful flight attendants. Some European routes, especially those to Northern Europe, also have quite a few attractive flight attendants. Comparing Taiwan and mainland China, mainland flight attendants generally have higher overall quality. Perhaps this is due to mainland China's large population and developed human resources, resulting in a higher average quality among a highly selective workforce.
Regarding service, Taiwanese in-flight service is generally good and frequent, but some flight attendants have a very reluctant attitude. They act one way in front of passengers, but their demeanor changes drastically when they get up to leave after serving meals. While not every flight attendant is like this, many are.
Some have an inherent arrogance, which is easily noticeable with a little observation. It's like an elevator attendant seeing off a passenger; their expression changes drastically the moment the doors close. Whether something is genuine or not, the person being served can sense it. It's like listening to a singing competition; everyone sounds good, but whether it's moving is a matter of personal perception.
Taiwanese women are considered fortunate, pampered by their fathers, boyfriends, and even their "sexy" bosses at work. Different cultural climates create different atmospheres. Regarding flight attendants' service attitude, I feel the most sincerity from Japanese airlines, and Singapore Airlines is also good—purely a personal opinion.
In short, everyone's just doing their job, even if they have to act, they have to act convincingly to avoid resentment. Since it's a service industry, if you're not considerate of customers, you'll only suffer if you encounter a bad customer.
Some men might fantasize about flight attendants when they fly, but I don't, because flying is a nightmare for me. Every time I fly, I feel uneasy, extremely anxious, can't sleep, and am constantly worried about flight safety. Basically, being in the air makes me feel very insecure, and sometimes long-haul flights are even more torture. Every time I land safely, I feel like I've escaped a ordeal, but I still have to fly. Enough rambling
, let's get to the main point.
I have a friend, you could call her a friend. She's not a current flight attendant; she left the job over six months ago. The reasons for leaving were nothing more than an irregular lifestyle, boring work, and high pressure. From her words, I sensed she wasn't particularly attached to the flight attendant profession, or perhaps there were other reasons, but I didn't inquire. Which airline? I can't reveal!
After graduating from university with a degree in English, she joined that airline as a flight attendant and left after three years. How do I know her? We had business dealings. When I met her, she had already switched to being an insurance agent. As for which insurance company? Like the airline, I'll leave that to you.
Her name is Xiao Xuan, a pseudonym. Xiao Xuan is of average build, around 160cm tall, with a decent figure and a certain level of attractiveness. Her mannerisms and speech are like a bad woman, arousing men's desire to take advantage of her on the spot; you would never mistake her for a respectable woman.
I met her through a friend's introduction; our interaction was for her to sell insurance, while I was simply looking for any opportunity to take advantage. After exchanging MSNs, our online conversations had nothing to do with insurance; they were mostly about erotic topics. She was also an open-minded woman, and seeing many photos of her on duty on her blog only fueled my fantasies.
According to her, she had had sex with a captain. Another female flight attendant friend said the same thing, but I couldn't tell if it was true or not. I don't know if they were exaggerating, thinking it was honorable to have sex with a "captain," or if this was common in their community—after all, they fly every day, the work is stressful, and their lives are in their hands, so they enjoy themselves while they can.
A friend of mine who flies fighter jets told me he secretly keeps small bottles of whiskey on board and takes a sip when he's stressed, but I always thought his story was too far-fetched. After chatting for a while, Xiao Xuan became increasingly impatient with me, her tone growing more and more displeased. She would often say she was busy after a short while, clearly unwilling to discuss erotic topics. She even told me that if I hadn't started talking about "one-night stands" with her from the beginning, she might have had a better impression of me, and we might have had a chance to date. But I was too casual and always talked about sex, which made her think all crows are black. At that time, she had recently broken up with her boyfriend.
Later, whenever I messaged her, she would always ask, "Do you want to buy insurance? If not, then we don't need to chat." How realistic!
One day, on a whim, I asked her online, "What insurance plans does your company offer?" Although I studied business, I didn't know much about insurance. Anyway, it's a standardized contract, it's all the same, you get what you pay for!
When it came to insurance, she got more excited and asked about my fixed income and investment returns, probably trying to gauge my ability to buy insurance policies. She told me to come to her for a detailed discussion when I had time.
Speaking of this, I once met a female insurance agent online. She was very flirtatious online and wouldn't admit to having a boyfriend. But once we met, I discovered she was even wearing a wedding ring. Of course, if she had a husband, she wouldn't have a boyfriend. Don't assume the client was lustful; the insurance agent herself was probably dishonest, deliberately creating a false impression to lure me in. I've seen TV reports of people buying several units of columbarium space without even holding hands—how absurd! That kind of situation is unlikely to happen to me.
One day, I asked Xiaoxuan out for coffee. Without further ado, I asked her what the benefits of buying insurance were. Of course, I wasn't referring to the insurance itself, but rather the benefits of buying from "her."
After some negotiation, Xiaoxuan said she could sleep with me, but with conditions. First, no perverts—what constitutes a pervert? No violence, no unusual fetishes; second, I had to wait seven days or several days after the policy took effect—until it became effective and I couldn't cancel or get a refund—before she could repay me. As for whether I would redeem the policy early, that's irrelevant; thirdly, regarding the policy amount, it must be at least 100,000 yuan annually for at least five years. As for the policy signing, if I'm worried, it's naturally safer to sign it with their company.
Even without any romantic entanglements, buying insurance is perfectly acceptable; it's not a loss. Xiaoxuan's willingness to offer herself is just an added bonus. Unfortunately, I have no "interest" in buying insurance, only "sexual" interest in Xiaoxuan. I asked Xiaoxuan how many transactions she'd done this way since she entered the industry, and she said she'd never done it. To be honest, I wanted to believe her, but it wouldn't make much difference.
She was afraid I'd renege on the deal after getting what I wanted, and I was afraid she'd cancel after the policy took effect. Wouldn't that be too straightforward? I asked her if there were any ways to ensure a clean transaction, like notarization in court. She was overthinking it, and Xiaoxuan was indifferent, acting high and mighty, as if she was already being very aggrieved by compromising.
I tried to get her to talk about how much commission she'd take on a policy, and whether it was possible to not buy insurance and just accept the commission as payment, but she refused. She wanted more than just a single commission; she wanted the accumulated bonuses and subsequent benefits from her performance, which was difficult to estimate in terms of value.
I thought that even if I was willing to pay her a single commission, it wouldn't be worthwhile unless I genuinely planned to buy insurance myself, or I really liked her. Since we couldn't reach an agreement at the time, nothing came of it. However, we would chat intermittently on MSN.
One night, I greeted Xiaoxuan online, and she asked to borrow money from me. It wasn't a large sum, nor was it something I could easily dismiss with a few thousand yuan! We weren't close enough to lend each other money, and besides, money lent out is usually gone forever. I brought up the past and asked her what she thought, not expecting much, but to my surprise, she readily agreed.
Since that was the case, I was happy to oblige.
The next afternoon, I took a day off and went to see Xiaoxuan. Looking back, I realize I missed something – why didn't I ask her to wear her flight attendant uniform? I wonder if she returned it to the airline or if she kept it?
When I picked up Xiaoxuan, the atmosphere was relaxed and informal since we knew each other. In the car, I touched her hand, but she said not to, and that we should talk in the room.
In the motel room, Xiaoxuan reached out and demanded the money I had promised to lend her. She took it and started counting it in front of me, then put it in her LV bag.
"Now it's time to get down to business!"
I said to Xiaoxuan.
Xiaoxuan said, "I'll take a shower first, then you can shower later."
I said, "No way! We'll shower together, or give me back the money. I'm not lending it to you anymore, I'm leaving."
Unexpectedly, Xiaoxuan actually took the money out of her LV bag and tried to throw it back at me. Now I'd met my match, and I was the one apologizing, having trampled on my male pride.
A while later, Xiao Xuan came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. She'd just given me a disapproving look and, not wanting to peek at her, lay dejectedly on the bed. After I quickly finished showering, Xiao Xuan was already watching TV in bed. I slipped in, ready to get started, but Xiao Xuan repeatedly emphasized that I couldn't try anything funny.
Although Xiao Xuan was quite masculine, it only fueled my desire to conquer her. Sigh… men, you know!
And she used to be a flight attendant!
I kissed her, and she didn't resist. After a few rounds of kissing, Xiao Xuan's attitude softened. She made "mmm" and "ahh" sounds. I felt like she was a queen, and I was her slave. But I didn't mind, diligently trying to please her, constantly testing her erogenous zones. When I touched sensitive spots, she approvingly said, "That's it, that's right!"
Her breasts were small C-cups, soft and elastic to the touch!
When I touched her private area, it was wet and sticky. I knelt beside Xiao Xuan, my left hand gliding across her vulva, my right hand squeezing her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples. My mouth alternated between kissing her lips and sucking on her nipples, sometimes putting my fingers in her mouth, which she sucked wantonly. As my fingers moved faster, she became more engrossed and wanton.
I changed positions, making her bend her legs, and buried my head between her thighs, sticking out my tongue and using it like a mixer to stir Xiao Xuan's vulva, sometimes up and down, sometimes back and forth, sometimes left and right; I also used my index and middle fingers to help spread her labia, making it easier for my tongue to penetrate; when Xiao Xuan's love juice flowed too much, I couldn't expel it in time, and it overflowed into my mouth with my tongue. I didn't mind, and swallowed quite a bit.
Xiao Xuan didn't speak, and I ignored her, too lazy to talk to her to avoid getting rejected, so the two of us were like a silent film, or like mute people making love, only hearing "mmm, ahh" sounds.
I had her turn over, sticking her buttocks up, and I stuck out my tongue from behind, using my hands to spread her buttocks and brush her vulva; I also took care of her anus, vigorously probing it with my tongue for a while; my hands also reached down to her chest, playing with her breasts. Xiao Xuan finally said, "So comfortable." Of course it was comfortable, I worked so hard!
I had Xiao Xuan perform the "69" position, man on top, woman on top. I felt her technique was quite good, her tongue varied, fast and slow, the more stimulation I gave her, the more obvious the energy she gave me back, so much fun!
My tongue felt like a remote control, but she was a bit rough when she was excited, her teeth getting stuck in my "heirloom" several times. Although it felt good at the time, it hurt a bit afterward. Later, I felt I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to come out. Xiao Xuan had said it could only be once, so I quickly changed positions and continued to serve her, letting my "heirloom" rest for a while.
After a while, I had Xiao Xuan help me put on a condom, and we started with the traditional man on top, woman on bottom position, my hands wrapped around Xiao Xuan's back, moving rhythmically. After only a few dozen thrusts, I felt an urge to climax and quickly asked Xiaoxuan to change positions, sitting on top of me, man on bottom, woman on top. She played with me on top, controlling the angle and force, and I was too lazy to thrust. I should say I was trying to distract myself. After a while, I saw Xiaoxuan reach out and stroke her clitoris with her fingers, while my "family heirloom" was fully inserted into her vagina.
I used my hands as a pillow behind my head, and after a short while, Xiaoxuan forcefully pulled my hands out from behind my head, wanting me to touch her breasts. In less than five minutes, I was so excited I couldn't hold back and wanted Xiaoxuan to change positions. She said it felt good this time and asked what I wanted to do. I said it was my first time with her, and I was so excited I wanted to climax, so I wanted to change positions. Xiaoxuan said, "Just climax when you want to, you're so useless!"
A little while later, my "family heirloom" shamelessly delivered its "goods" to Xiaoxuan. I didn't dare ask if she had an orgasm; it seems she hadn't, but she must have enjoyed it.
I hugged Xiaoxuan from behind, gently pulling out a tissue and removing the condom. I explained, "I was too excited the first time with you, so I couldn't help myself. Next time will be better. How about we do it again later?"
Xiaoxuan said, "Another time?"
I asked her how her ex-boyfriend performed, and she didn't mince words, saying he was about the same as me.
Xiaoxuan said she wanted to sleep for a while, and I checked the time—there was still an hour and a half left. Xiaoxuan turned her head to sleep, but without thinking, she snuggled up next to me. Luckily, I had hugged her from behind, and she didn't object. There were less than thirty minutes left on the break, and the counter called to remind us. I wanted to wake Xiaoxuan, but she said she really wanted to sleep and wanted me to extend the time. She didn't even answer her own phone when it rang.
Later, she woke up, actually because I had rubbed her awake. Xiaoxuan got up to go to the bathroom to pee, and I asked her if she wanted to do it again. She said somewhat dismissively, "Are you sure you can handle it?"
Despite that, she still agreed to my request.
This time I was quite valiant, and didn't feel much; I just wanted revenge. I lasted fifty minutes, with about thirty minutes actually going in and out, and I could still hold on. I didn't seem to want to come, but she was the one with back pain, saying she couldn't take it anymore, though she did reach orgasm.
After we finished, we smoked together and flirted in the jacuzzi. She seemed to smoke quite heavily, even though I've quit, I still smoked with her. During our conversation, she still wouldn't give up, asking if I wanted to buy insurance. She said if I did, I'd have to sleep with her three times—she'd only said it once before.
Later, when we met again, we remained friends, but we didn't go to a hotel again because she broke her promise and didn't repay the loan. I didn't want to lend her money again, so we couldn't reach an agreement.
Even so, if one day I really wanted to buy insurance, even if she didn't sleep with me, I would still buy it from her, because seeing each other once still has a certain charm, at least we had some.

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