🌠 Cyberian Airlines
"We wish you a pleasant flight, ladies and gentlemen," the angelic steward announced with a charming smile. "Welcome on board of Cyberian Airlines flight 421 to Mars. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for take-off."
He turned his elegant backside to the passengers and strolled gracefully down the aisle, his perfectly sculpted buttocks bouncing with each step. He was a sight to behold: his slender physique and wasp-like waist were accentuated by the tight uniform he wore. The passengers couldn't help but admire his every move.
He finally reached the back of the plane and took a seat next to his colleague, who looked like an exact replica of him with a slightly different uniform. "How did I do?" he whispered with a hint of playful nervousness.
His colleague smiled and patted him on the beautiful thigh. "You were perfect, dear. You're a natural. I mean..." he chuckled, "Soon we'll be getting perfect stewards right out of the vats."
The new boy blushed, his brain activated a couple of neural implants to process his colleague's words and find the best response. "Well, I'm just happy to be a part of the team," he said with a shy smile. "I want to give my best service and make everyone happy."
His colleague leaned in, their lips almost touching. "You will," he whispered, his eyes sparkling with erotic intent. "Trust me, a newbie is always a hit among the clients, and we'll make sure to guide you through this flight. Just follow my instructions."
The new boy eagerly nodded, his nanobot-enhanced heart pounding with excitement. This was his first flight, and he couldn't wait to show off the results of his rigorous training. As the plane took off, he watched his colleague expertly handle the demands of the first-class passengers.
One of the passengers, a voluptuous woman with a piercing gaze, called out for service. His colleague rose gracefully from his seat and sashayed towards her. "Can I get a glass of champagne?" she asked in a husky voice.
"Of course, madam," his colleague replied with a charming smile. As he leaned over to serve her drink, she playfully grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. The colleague's eyes sparkled mischievously as he obliged, offering a playful grin.
The new boy watched with a mix of envy and fascination as his colleague flirted with the woman, arching his flexible back like a cat and wiggling his pert buttocks. When the colleague finally returned to his seat, he winked at the new boy.
"See how it's done?" he whispered. "You'll get the hang of it in no time. Just do as I showed you."
The new steward nodded enthusiastically, unable to wait for his turn to shine. As the flight continued, a young man from the economy class called for his attention. The boy eagerly leaped from his seat, his uniform tightening around his tiny waist as he moved down the aisle.
A handsome man with long hair and a mischievous grin beckoned him over. "Hey garçon, I haven't seen you before. You're new, aren't you?"
The boy couldn't help but blush as he nodded, his neural implants racing with ideas on how to best please this particular client. The young man's eyes roamed over his body, and the boy could feel their heat on his skin as his gaze stopped at the bulge in his tight leggings.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this flight," the young man said, reaching out to fondle the steward's thigh. "You're a hot thing, aren't you?"
The boy's heart raced as he allowed the young man to touch him, his implants carefully processing the sensations and keeping track of every detail. He smiled sweetly, knowing exactly how to play this game. He swayed his hips seductively, his uniform clinging to every curve of his cinched waist.
"I aim to please," he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make sure you enjoy every second of this flight."
The young man grinned, reaching out to grab the steward's crotch through his uniform. The boy gasped in delight as he pressed against the man's hand, turning his head to his colleague with a sly smile. However, instead of a wink or anything of sorts, he saw a stern face and a raised eyebrow.
The new boy instantly knew he had made a mistake. "I'm sorry, I'll be right back," he mumbled to the passenger, quickly retreating to his colleague's side.
"Easy there," his colleague hissed, his eyes narrowing. "We're not allowed to indulge in those kinds of requests in economy class. Remember, they're not paying for that level of service."
The new steward nodded guiltily. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I don't know what came over me."
"I think that guy almost did," the colleague chuckled, "Remember, this is a business. Economy class can be quite... enthusiastic, but we can't give them too much of what they want. They're just paying for some eye candy, not full service."
The new boy nodded, ashamed of his mistake. He returned to the young man's side with a repentant smile. "I'm sorry," he apologized again. "Can I get you a drink, perhaps?"
The young man glared at him, but then his expression softened. "I suppose that's all us plebs can ask for," he said with a playful grin.
The steward instantly detected a tone of dissatisfaction in the client's voice, wondering how his very first service could've been so off. He decided to try a different approach, one that he had learned from his training. "Well, I could make your stay more enjoyable," he said with a charming smile.
The young man's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "How so?"
The boy leaned in close, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "If you could upgrade your ticket to premium class," he whispered. "That way, I can give you the full service experience."
"Is that so?" the man's eyes widened as he stared at the steward's growing bulge. "Well, I suppose that's worth a shot," he grinned, pulling out his electronic wallet.
The boy couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as he accepted the transaction and quickly returned to his colleague. "I hope you don't mind, sir," he whispered, pointing his finger at the upgraded ticket on the passenger list.
His colleague's eyes widened in surprise. "You're getting good at this fast," he admitted with a small smile. "But now, you'll have to handle a true premium client. And this guy looks like he's going to swallow you whole."
The new steward gulped. "I'll do my best," he squeaked, returning to the young man's side with a nervous smile.
As he approached, the young man's eyes roamed up and down his body. "I think I'm going to enjoy this full premium experience," he growled, reaching out to grab the steward's ass.
The steward gasped, arching his back as if in delight. "Oh, yes, sir," he breathed, his nipples hardening against the fabric of his uniform. "I'll make sure you never forget this flight."