Imperial Airlines Flight 287 - from Bozeman, Montana to Jacksonville, Florida - 2138


"Can I offer you some assistance, sir?"

The flight attendant was so delectable that Jonathan did not have the heart to tell her that both her colleagues had already 'assisted' him.

He was more than up to the challenge, and you are only young once. He wondered if he could suck her cherry of a lower lip so hard that it would burst.

First-class was otherwise empty, so there was no need to cram into the restroom or kitchen facilities. He simply drew the curtain, bent her over his own armrest and got 'assistance' right there.

This one was gamer than her colleagues, offering little moans and coos the whole way through, no matter how rough he got. Nor did she balk when he grabbed a hold of the loose end of his seat belt and wrapped it round her neck.

As it happened, the little purr she gave when he pulled the belt tight finished him off, so she didn't take much punishment anyway.

"What's a man like you want in Florida anyway?" she asked as they cleaned themselves up with little rolled towels and flopped down into the first-class seats.

Jonathan smiled. "What's your name, cutie?"

"Cutler," she replied. "My name's really Elizabeth, but everybody calls me Cherry. Cherry Cutler."

Jonathan was delighted. "Cherry is perfect for you! Well, Cherry, I'll tell you why I'm going to Florida. I'm going to Florida to spring a kid out of prison. My father - you know who my father is?- he reckons this kid is some sort of engineering idiot-savant, and kid has got himself in some hot water. "

Cherry grabbed the last clean towel and rubbed it all over her exposed cleavage. Quite unnecessarily. "Ooh! What did he do?"

"Murdered his daddy."

Cherry giggled. "Naughty! Why are you helping someone so naughty?"

"I told you, cutie. My father thinks he's a genius, and my father collects geniuses the way that lesser men collect stamps. Now, on to more important matters. Cherry, why do you wear such white panties? They don't suit you at all!"

"Part of the uniform," Cherry sighed, pouting prettily.

Jonathan pulled her into his lap. "Well, it won't do, at all. I happen to think your cute little ass would look much better in shiny red, and I'd very much like to give it good spanking, to prove it to you."

Cherry dutifully arranged herself, and Jonathan spent the rest of the flight proving his case. Once they landed, he snapped a picture of Cherry's ass and teased her briefly about sending it to the airline's HR to prove his point about the panty colour.

She farewelled him with an adorable little salute and then he was off on the less pleasant part of his journey, at Florida's Imperial Correction Facility.

By the time the kid was thrown into the interrogation room, where Jonathan had been placed to wait, Jonathan was hungry, the good meal and good mood that Cherry & Friends had supplied to him long gone.

"Are you the priest?" The kid slurred though swollen lips. The lictors had gone to town on his face, and no doubt the rest of him.

"Do I look like a priest?" Jonathan chuckled mirthlessly. "Although, you are almost right. I, idiot, am your Guardian Angel."

The kid shuddered. "I murdered my father. Only cause he murdered my sister, but they don't give a shit about that. I murdered a Paterfamilias, and there is no saving me now. I just wish they'd execute me already."

Jonathan sneered. " Yes, you murdered your father. And there's no excuse for murdering the head of your family. No excuse unless that paterfamilias just so happens to be a traitor to the Empire. And wouldn't you know it, but evidence of your father's treachery to the Empire has JUST come to light? So it turns out you aren't a murderer, after all. It turns out you are a patriot, a goddamn hero, even. Now isn't that lucky?"

Comprehension slowly grew on the kids bloody features. "I see. And just what go you want with me?"

"My father," Jonathan corrected "My father would like you to invite you to come work for him, once this murder business is all straightened out. My father, Henry Archer."

"Who's that?"

Jonathan sniffed. "Not buying it. Even a backwater, rent-boy hick like you knows who Henry Archer is. Smile, kid! This is your goddamn lucky day! Come build starships and suck the dicks that count, for once. Unless you'd rather, die of course."

The kid was silent for a long while, his brow furrowed.

"Well?" Jonathan prompted impatiently.

And then the kid looked at Jonathan for the first time. Looked at him with shocking blue eyes and a sudden dry smile. "Well," the kid said. "I'm thinking about it, aren't I?"