yours."
Chapter 4
Ayesha buckled on her safety belt, folded her hands demurely in her lap and looking up through her eyelashes, furtively watched the men opposite her. The tall Englishman seemed to be taking a particular interest in her. His eyes were travelling slowly over every single inch of her body and he seemed completely absorbed in his examination. She didn't mind particularly, she was perfectly used to appreciative male scrutiny, but she was puzzled. He didn't seem to be examining her with any lust in his expression, rather he was inspecting her in the way a mechanic might an expensive sports car. Her client for the weekend, the thin faced, hawk-like Prince on the other hand was looking at her exposed thighs with a much more openly lustful expression. That was fine. She crossed her legs and made no move to tug the hem of the skirt down - game on, she thought.
No one spoke until the plane had levelled out and was cruising in the brilliant skies above the clouds and the 'Fasten Seatbelts' sign had gone out. Then as she set about preparing drinks the Prince addressed her.
"Sir John employed you. No?"
"Yes, Your Highness ." Ayesha approached his seat with a glass of vodka and cranberry juice.
"And what exactly were the terms of your employment for this assignment?"
Ayesha looked him in the eyes as she handed him the glass, letting her fingers trail over his as he took it. Good for Sir John, she thought, it made her life easier if the client knew a little of what to expect. "He said I was to do whatever you wanted me to."
The Prince smiled. "And my colleague here?"
Mentally Ayesha added several figures to the paycheque she would demand for this mission, but it was nothing new. The man in question who had been looking out of the window now turned to face her and his dark eyes bored into hers.
"I can be very accommodating, Y our Highness," she said. Having two clients would pass the time pleasantly in any case.
"Good!" the Prince exclaimed. "It's so much simpler when everyone knows where they stand."
Ayesha smiled at him and excused herself for just a minute. At this stage of a flight she normally prepared some food and drink for the pilot and co-pilot. If they didn't get anything they might come back to the cabin.........
She took the food - two different dishes of course - into the cockpit. The two Aussies were men she had flown with before and as she had often stayed at the same hotels, they were under no illusions about the true nature of her business. Once or twice she had given them freebies so as to have something to taunt Karen with. They greeted her with good-natured banter and she stayed for a moment or two before saying, "Listen guys, if you need the toilet or anything, could you go now? Only I've got some business for an hour or so."
"Okay, darling." The co-pilot winked broadly at her. "We'll leave you in peace. And we won't loop the loop on th e vinegar stroke, will we Clive? "
Ayesha laughed then leaned down and whispered huskily in his ear, "If you do, you'll be going round in circles all night."
Back in the cabin the Prince was still seated but the Englishman was standing, leaning against the bulkhead at the far end.
"We may as well get started, so you'll strip please." It was the Englishman rather than the Prince who spoke and Ayesha glanced at him for confirmation that the man was speaking for him too. He nodded, suddenly seeming much colder than before.
Normally she would have made a performance of stripping, well aware of the effect her body had on men. But the calmness and remoteness of the men ignited a spark of rebellion in her. She undressed with as much attempt at being alluring as if she had been in a doctor's surgery. And when she was naked she stood with her hands on her hips and looked challengingly at the Englishman opposite her. He failed to display any emotion at all, his eyes just assessing, measuring.
The Prince however was not so reserved. "Well,
Chapter 4
Ayesha buckled on her safety belt, folded her hands demurely in her lap and looking up through her eyelashes, furtively watched the men opposite her. The tall Englishman seemed to be taking a particular interest in her. His eyes were travelling slowly over every single inch of her body and he seemed completely absorbed in his examination. She didn't mind particularly, she was perfectly used to appreciative male scrutiny, but she was puzzled. He didn't seem to be examining her with any lust in his expression, rather he was inspecting her in the way a mechanic might an expensive sports car. Her client for the weekend, the thin faced, hawk-like Prince on the other hand was looking at her exposed thighs with a much more openly lustful expression. That was fine. She crossed her legs and made no move to tug the hem of the skirt down - game on, she thought.
No one spoke until the plane had levelled out and was cruising in the brilliant skies above the clouds and the 'Fasten Seatbelts' sign had gone out. Then as she set about preparing drinks the Prince addressed her.
"Sir John employed you. No?"
"Yes, Your Highness ." Ayesha approached his seat with a glass of vodka and cranberry juice.
"And what exactly were the terms of your employment for this assignment?"
Ayesha looked him in the eyes as she handed him the glass, letting her fingers trail over his as he took it. Good for Sir John, she thought, it made her life easier if the client knew a little of what to expect. "He said I was to do whatever you wanted me to."
The Prince smiled. "And my colleague here?"
Mentally Ayesha added several figures to the paycheque she would demand for this mission, but it was nothing new. The man in question who had been looking out of the window now turned to face her and his dark eyes bored into hers.
"I can be very accommodating, Y our Highness," she said. Having two clients would pass the time pleasantly in any case.
"Good!" the Prince exclaimed. "It's so much simpler when everyone knows where they stand."
Ayesha smiled at him and excused herself for just a minute. At this stage of a flight she normally prepared some food and drink for the pilot and co-pilot. If they didn't get anything they might come back to the cabin.........
She took the food - two different dishes of course - into the cockpit. The two Aussies were men she had flown with before and as she had often stayed at the same hotels, they were under no illusions about the true nature of her business. Once or twice she had given them freebies so as to have something to taunt Karen with. They greeted her with good-natured banter and she stayed for a moment or two before saying, "Listen guys, if you need the toilet or anything, could you go now? Only I've got some business for an hour or so."
"Okay, darling." The co-pilot winked broadly at her. "We'll leave you in peace. And we won't loop the loop on th e vinegar stroke, will we Clive? "
Ayesha laughed then leaned down and whispered huskily in his ear, "If you do, you'll be going round in circles all night."
Back in the cabin the Prince was still seated but the Englishman was standing, leaning against the bulkhead at the far end.
"We may as well get started, so you'll strip please." It was the Englishman rather than the Prince who spoke and Ayesha glanced at him for confirmation that the man was speaking for him too. He nodded, suddenly seeming much colder than before.
Normally she would have made a performance of stripping, well aware of the effect her body had on men. But the calmness and remoteness of the men ignited a spark of rebellion in her. She undressed with as much attempt at being alluring as if she had been in a doctor's surgery. And when she was naked she stood with her hands on her hips and looked challengingly at the Englishman opposite her. He failed to display any emotion at all, his eyes just assessing, measuring.
The Prince however was not so reserved. "Well,
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