First Class Cockpit Service (Mile High Futa Club 2)

By Ashe Valenti

Kim has the worst job ever: shadowing the obnoxious socialite Corrine Sinclair to ghostwrite her new book. What’s a girl to do to unwind and relax? Well, getting kinky with a fellow futa and a doting stewardess would be a start. Meanwhile, Corrine wants to have her own fun, and she has met two futanari pilots eager to love her at the same time!

But being miles up in the air can be dangerous. After all, if both pilots are busy sharing Corrine, who’s watching the skies? You never know, there might be some turbulence up ahead...

FIRST CLASS COCKPIT SERVICE (MILE HIGH FUTA CLUB 2) is over 26,000 words of sky-high futa-on-futa and futa-female fun!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashe Valenti
• Release date: Jul 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005517793

Ashe Valenti

I’m Ashe, and I write the sexiest romantic erotica you’ve ever read! ?I fell in love with the futanari idea in high school, and ever since then futanari have been my passion. It’s like lesbian erotica, but with that very special something extra. There is nothing I love more than creating lovable and exciting characters - futanari & female - and seeing what fun they get up to together!You can find even more of my books at http://www.futanarierotica.com.

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First Class Cockpit Service

Mile High Futa Club 2

Cover art by Ashe Valenti

Copyright © 2021 Ashe Valenti

All characters in this book are over 18 years of age

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WHY AM I EVEN HERE???????????????????

Kim Hwang typed these words and held onto the key until question marks filled half the page. The silence ate at her. Nothing she said or suggested helped. She was beginning to feel uncomfortably warm, more due to frustration and desperation than the light denim jacket she wore. She had to write something down!

Maybe you could share a funny story from your childhood? She posed the question was posed to a young blonde woman in large, designer sunglasses who sat beside her at the bar, her slim face growing more and more obscure behind a haze of cigarette smoke.

Who would want to read about my childhood?

Kim shrugged. It could make you, I don’t know, more relatable? Show that your upbringing wasn’t so different to anyone else’s.

The blonde rounded her lips and blew a perfect smoke ring in the bartender’s direction. The patient young woman looked at her but said nothing. When you’re rich enough to be in the most exclusive VIP section of the airport, no one can tell you not to smoke. That, and the bartender probably thought Corrine Sinclair would leave her a fat tip for keeping her mouth shut.

Corrine gave a lazy shrug. One time, Isabella threw my red sundress in the washer with Daddy’s white business shirts. That was pretty funny.

Kim smiled. Now we’re getting somewhere! She began typing at lightning speed. Cool. Tell me more about Isabella. Was she a friend? I bet your dad was super angry!

Corrine turned to her. "Isabella was the help. And yes, he was pissed. She paused for a moment, reminiscing. I think that’s when they sent her back to Nicaragua."

Kim’s smile faded. She pushed the backspace key and did not let go until her page was blank again. Corrine, we promised the publisher we’d have the first chapter before we get to New York. I’ve been shadowing you for three weeks and I’ve barely got anything to show for it.

Corrine stuck the cigarette in her mouth and waggled her finger in Kim’s face. "Nuh-huh, Kimmy honey. You promised to get the first chapter done. I didn’t promise a thing."

She hated it when Corrine called her Kimmy, like she was a little kid. She was only a few months younger than the notorious socialite. Gosh, did that thought depress her. Both in their late twenties, but Corrine was the heiress of a billion-dollar luxury transport company while Kim struggled to make ends meet with her writing.

But you took their money! Kim protested. "And then you took more money after alienating the two ghost writers before me!"

This made her smirk. You’re tougher than they were, I’ll give you that.

Kim felt a migraine coming on. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath through her nose, an inhaled a lungful of smoke. While she stifled a coughing fit, Corrine stubbed the cigarette out and clapped her hands together. Okay, I’ve got it! This one time in high school, I was having a sleepover with my cousin Sunny and my best friend Peach. These Beverly Hills types give their kids the weirdest names, Kim thought as she typed. I got up to use the bathroom, and I noticed my parents’ bedroom light on. Which was weird, right, because the whole reason I’d invited them over was I had the house to myself. Anyway, I open the door, and there I see Peach on the bed, fucking my best friend with the biggest strap-on you’ve ever seen! She opened her hands to about the length of a baguette. It was, like, this big!

Kim stopped typing and pinched the small bridge of her nose. Lord, give me strength, she whispered, and instantly felt like a hypocrite since she hadn’t been to church or said a genuine prayer in years. "Corrine, we want to start the book with a story that’ll endear people towards you. That’s the whole point; to save your reputation."

She waved her words away. "To save Daddy’s reputation; he doesn’t give a crap about mine. And anyway, sex sells, right? The publisher wants their money’s worth. This’ll get it."

Kim stared into space. She needed something, and this was the keenest she’d seen Corrine since they’d met. Fine. Go ahead, she said.

Corrine practically bounced on the barstool. So, they’re fucking, right? And then Peach notices me, but she doesn’t stop. And honestly, I’m shocked that my cousin could take a dick so big, even a fake one. So I watch them, and after Peach makes Sunny come, I strip off my clothes, jump on the bed with my legs spread wide, and I just tell her, ‘Peach, I can take a dick better than Sunny any day of the week!’

Kim stopped typing. "You let your best friend have sex with you using the same strap-on she’d just used on your cousin?"

Corrine nodded, smiling like the Chesire cat. Wild, huh? How’s that for an opening chapter!

Kim’s face grew hot. She felt a stirring under her dress, and it was the one thing that could have made this conversation even more frustrating. All her life she had had to deal with it; too many times it had been a divining rod for trouble. The fact that a story about Corrine’s best friend fucking her with a strap-on turned Kim on so much it made her angry. Why am I such a perv? she asked for the millionth time in her life. She shifted on the barstool and moved the MacBook from the bar onto her lap, hiding what would soon be an obvious bulge.

Corrine smiled and waved at the bartender. Banana daiquiri, please!

Kim stared at her. "You’re drinking?"

Corrine waved away her concern. I’ll get you one, too.

Kim shook her head. "It’s nine in the morning. Oh, and you quit drinking last year. You were in rehab! The third part of this book is supposed to be all about your recovery!" She knew she was becoming more frantic with every sentence, but she didn’t care. This was getting ridiculous. Ghostwriting was one thing, but making stuff up and passing it off as autobiographical? Thank goodness her name wasn’t going on the book.

Corrine sighed, took off her sunglasses and rested them on the top of her head. She glared at her with those sky-blue eyes. "Okay, first of all, I know what time it is because you made me get here this early. Second, I did not quit drinking, got it? I quit coke, ecstasy, PCP, and lean. She listed these off on her fingers, and she sounded genuinely annoyed. I don’t care what my PO says, no court in this country can make me stop drinking. Or smoking. I’m not breaking any laws, so you can just quit judging me, little miss perfect."

Kim was taken aback. I- I wasn’t. Sorry, it’s just that I don’t want to lie in the book.

She scoffed. "It’s not your life story, why do you care? Her drink arrived, and like a light switch she smiled warmly at the bartender and said, Thank you, honey! This looks so yummy." She sipped on it and gave a little moan.

The two women sat in awkward silence for another minute. Eventually, Corrine spoke again, and her voice was softer. And anyway, you’re one to talk about lying.

This took Kim by surprise. Excuse me?

Corrine threw her a knowing smile. "You’ve been keeping secrets from me, Kimmy. Or rather, one big secret."