"Ah, Douglas," Mr Birling grins.

"Yes Mr Birling," An eyebrow raises, out of his control.

"I'm so terribly bored. Sing for me," Birling orders.

"What?" Both eyebrows now.

"Sing, Douglas. It's quite simple. I'll tip you extra."

Douglas sighed, he should be better than this, but he was bored too. "Anything in mind?"

"Do you know Calon lan?"

"I know a bit…"

Nid wy'n gofyn bywyd moethus,

Aur y byd na'i berlau mân:

Gofyn wyf am galon hapus,

Calon onest, calon lân.

Calon lân yn llawn daioni,

Tecach yw na'r lili dlos:

Dim ond calon lân all ganu

Canu'r dydd a chanu'r nos.

Pe dymunwn olud bydol,

Hedyn buan ganddo sydd;

Golud calon lân, rinweddol,

Yn dwyn bythol elw fydd.

Calon onest, calon lân.

Calon lân yn llawn daioni,

Tecach yw na'r lili dlos:

Dim ond calon lân all ganu

Canu'r dydd a chanu'r nos.

Hwyr a bore fy nymuniad

Gwyd i'r nef ar adain cân

Ar i Dduw, er mwyn fy Ngheidwad,

Roddi i mi galon lân

"Very good, Douglas! Better than Carolyn!" Mr Birling smirked, but meant it as a smile.

As Douglas walked back to the flight deck, he met Carolyn in the galley. "He got you to sing," He laughed.

"I don't know what you're laughing at Douglas, you sang too," Carolyn huffed.

"What did you sing?"

"… Bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover…" She admitted.

"Vera Lynn!" Douglas was howling with laughter now.

"All right, Welsh Knott; get back to flying the plane!"

"Martin! Mr Birling wants you!" Came Carolyn's voice over the tannoy.

Martin sighed. "Yes, Carolyn."

"Have fun singing," Douglas drawled.

"I'm going to get the biggest tip Douglas," Martin smirked.

"How do you know?"

"I have some moves that always get me tips," Martin smiled cheekily as he sauntered off.

"Carolyn, any chance you could keep this line open; I want to hear this," he asked over the tannoy.

"Martin, is that you back there?!" Mr Birling called. Martin had learned that a good performance started with the entrance.

He pulled back the curtain, leaning seductively on the frame.

Hey handsome have you got the time

I've been watching you since the moment you arrived

A white suit from London, and shoes from Paris

Don't you wanna spend about an hour with me

Martin walked forward, hips swinging slightly.

The scent and the aroma refuses to breathe

It's more like a haze that's trying to succeed

It's drawing me in and pulling me to you

And every thought I have turns the language blue

He lowered himself to the floor to crawl seductively to their client.

All it cost is just a minute now

For one dollar you can show me how

I'll take your hand and then your worries too

In just one dance I'll make your dreams come true

He slowly pulled himself up using the seats armrest.

Your dreams come true, mmm...

He smiled with a wicked glint in his eye; the boys at the club loved that. He gently draped himself over the older man's lap when Birling smiled in appreciation.

Don't know why you play hard to get

I'm here to kiss away any thoughts of regret

Martin stroked Mr Birling's tie.

A silk tie from Siam shows elegance and class

Handsome as the heavens that a film would never cast

He got up quickly when Mr Birling had subconsciously leaned towards his lips.

But underneath the mask I see the skin of a man

Smooth and seductive who's really got a plan

It's drawing me in, magnetically to you

You haven't got forever, but I got that too

Martin trailed his hand gently over Mr Birling's shoulders.

All it cost is just a minute now

For one dollar you can show me how

I'll take your hand and then your worries too

In just one dance I'll make your dreams come true

Your dreams come true

I'll make your dreams come,

I'll make your dreams come,

I'll make your dreams come true

He sat on the arm rest.

I'm like the smoke on your fire

Smouldering endless desire

How long will your flame burn

He stroked a hand across Mr Birling's cheek.

All it cost is just a minute now

For one dollar you can show me how

I'll take your hand and then your worries too

In just one dance I'll make your dreams come true

Leaning closer he sung softly.

All it cost is just a minute now

For one dollar you can show me how

I'll take your hand and then your worries too

In just one dance I'll make your dreams come true.

He got up and swanned slowly, decadently into the galley. Carolyn stared at him slack jawed. "The boys at the club love it," he shrugged and went back to his day job.

"Douglas, five thousand for you; Arthur, four thousand five hundred for you; Carolyn, five thousand; and Martin, eight thousand," Mr Birling distributed the tips, "Do tell me if you're doing a performance down my way."

"Of course, sir," Martin smiled pleasantly as Mr Birling got into the limousine.

"Well Martin; I see whoring yourself out pays well," Carolyn raised an eyebrow.

"It's not like that, Carolyn. I'm a singer down at the club on the high street; it's what I'd do in my normal performance, just one to one."

"It was pretty brilliant, Skip!" Arthur beamed.

"Well, the boys like it…" Martin shrugged.

"Boys?" Carolyn questioned. Douglas looked thoughtful.

"How much for that kind of show?" Douglas asked with a smirk.

"Whatever I ask for," Martin winked before walking off.

Douglas couldn't help marvel at the confidence singing gave the captain as he strutted away, gorgeous arse swinging slightly. Oh, he wanted that show now.