All Chapters of Special Interviews With Flight Attendants: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

My name was Gerald Clinton, and I was an executive at a private airline.Our airline was unusual. We catered exclusively to the ultra-wealthy, and these clients were notoriously difficult to please. Comfort was only the baseline. They expected special services and attention beyond what most people could imagine.For this reason, I recruited some young and beautiful flight attendants.Appearances mattered, but above all, they needed to captivate and impress.For optimized candidate selection, I discreetly fitted the interview chair with a concealed vibrator.Although identical in appearance to a standard seat, it produced precise, rhythmic motions when the switch was activated.This was designed to function as a stress tolerance test. Only candidates who withstood the experience would proceed in the selection process.The interviews began. After several grueling rounds, only three candidates remained. All of them were stunning, and each had the kind of presence that turned heads

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand dismissively. "You can leave. Send in the next candidate."Claire left, pouting in disappointment. The final interviewee had a delicate frame, a high ponytail, and an oval face. Despite her figure, she appeared far too innocent and hardly what I would describe as seductive.I couldn't help feeling a twinge of disappointment. It seemed that this year's interviews might yield nothing again. How was I supposed to keep my airline running like this?When she sat down in the chair with a bright, genuine smile, I was already bracing myself for another dull interview.She asked politely, "Is everything okay? You seem a bit upset."Her thoughtfulness caught me off guard, and I felt a flicker of warmth. "It's nothing," I replied. "Let's begin the interview."She responded enthusiastically, "My name is Layla Morgan. I'm 21 years old, and I graduated from—"Bored of hearing this routine too many times, I pressed the vibrator's switch without hesitation

When I got back to the office, the two applicants from earlier were waiting for me. They confronted me the moment I walked in, demanding to know why they hadn't been hired.One of them had been too stiff and serious, while the other was far too flamboyant. However, there was no way I could tell them that.Keeping my tone calm, I said, "Our company has its own evaluation standards. If you didn't meet them, then you simply weren't selected."They refused to accept the answer. Both looked ready to cause trouble and even hinted they might expose what I had hidden under the interview chair.Fortunately, security arrived in time to escort them out before things got out of hand.Soon after, I received a call from the tailor. The uniforms were ready, so I asked Layla to come pick them up.She lived nearby and showed up in less than ten minutes with a small backpack slung over her shoulder. Her energy was infectious, and she skipped toward me with a bright smile that lit up her face."Mo

After what felt like forever, Layla collapsed to the floor, utterly spent and weak.Her legs were scraped and badly bruised, and a thin sheen of fluid still trickled from between them.The assault had left Layla's body loose and used. All that remained was a hollow ache where she was once tight.She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't support her. With no other option, she began crawling toward the cockpit.The sight of her crawling on the floor reignited the men's animalistic urges. One man dragged her up by the arm and said, "If you wanted to see the captain, all you had to do was ask. Did you really think we'd say no to a pretty thing like you?"With a crude laugh, four of them hoisted her up and unceremoniously tossed her into the cockpit."Gerald! This little slut came to see you."Her utterly broken state sent a pang of discomfort through me. Still, I reminded myself that every flight attendant on our airline had faced similar ordeals. High pay never came without end