"You're one of the most unique people I've ever seen."
Martin rather thought the same thing of her. "Thank…you…?"
"You're so dedicated. You never gave up. It's so…"
The woman's heavily made-up eyelashes fluttered.
"Sexy."
Martin did his best to look blank or angry or flattered or something, but his terror was probably quite obvious anyway. Most women were terrifying, but never in quite such a…
"You've had your eye on my breasts for a while now, haven't you?"
…scary way. He didn't have too much choice on the breasts matter right now, because she was moving a bit closer. Martin seriously hated his somewhat small height for quite a few reasons, but never this one before; if she moved any closer, he would get a faceful of surgical boob. He took a step back, face red- well, face redder. Face considerably less skin-coloured than usual. She tried to touch him.
She looked a bit confused. Most of them started taking their trousers off at this point, or at least their shirts. The captain just stammered incoherently. So she tried to casually snog him, but he just stood there and are they engaged in some kind of tight-lipped mouth bump.
"Captainly dignity, eh?"
Martin whimpered.
"Let me into those lovely underpants of yours."
"Help." he squeaked.
"If you can get out of this, it'll teach you a bit about confidence and assertiveness. You might need it." tutted Douglas, who had up until then just been shaking with mirth and wishing he had a camera (and thinking about how to get rid of the woman once he'd had enough before Martin wound up naked).
"P-p-perhaps you sh-should go back to the cabin?" the senior pilot suggested.
"Only two men, one's fifty and I've done the other one." she purred.
"Well done!" came a good-natured voice from the other pilot's chair.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" the air hostess smiled, eyelids lowering. "You like what you see?"
"Do you know," said the co-pilot, "I rather am enjoying this."
"Eeemph," said Martin, or something along those lines.
