Life Story of a Flight Attendant

By Kevin Meyer

This is a story of a flight attendant who works very hardsometimes more than forty hours a weekfor one of the biggest airlines in the world. The stories written here are mostly from her day-to-day life and work. However, the characters in this book are not real, and any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.

She grew up as one of the five girls in their house. She was the prettiest among them, and that caused certain jealousy among other sisters and sometimes became a problem for her. All the sisters had one common talent that they shared. Constantly and perfectly lying was an everyday, natural behavior. Sometimes, they had to lie to survive the moment or to get what they needed or wanted.

When she was growing, her biggest problem was her father. Her father, for some reason unbeknownst to her, was much more rough on her than on the other sisters. He was a ruthless and violent man. He had no mercy when he began to beat his daughters. She had never known why she was being punished, and he never knew how much it hurt her.

This propelled her to other mennot for any other purpose but to catch the opportunity to punish those men just like her father punished her. She did this in the form of taking their money, lying to them, leaving them with empty hope, cheating, and if it took having sex with them, she did not hesitate. It was not for her own pleasure of sex, but her pleasure was coming from her attempt to punish the men. Some of her behavior may be perceived as immoral, unethical, or not acceptable; however, for her, any transgression had a specific mission to punish men.

Every time she accomplished this, it was a slap to her fathers face, or she was preventing his slap to her face. Many of these actions were placed in her subconscious, driving her without thinking and planning. She does it just because she can do it.

Her job and lifestyle gave her ample opportunity to find a man and achieve her goal of punishing them. She used her beauty, charm, sex appeal, and whatever else it took to get her next prey. Sometimes she took money from them, sometimes she had sex with them, and sometimes she led them to a finish line that never existed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543453768

Kevin Meyer

“Kevin Meyer authored several books and handbooks in scientific fields. He also published more than 100 articles in scientific topics. He lives in New York and enjoys his boat. He is working on the second volume of this book.”

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LIFE STORY

OF A

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

KEVIN MEYER

Copyright © 2017 by KEVIN MEYER.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2017914741

ISBN:      Hardcover      978-1-5434-5374-4

      Softcover      978-1-5434-5375-1

      eBook         978-1-5434-5376-8

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 09/25/2017

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Contents

Prologue

Cockpit

My Father

What Do I Look Like?

Vitiligo

I Had Vitiligo

Pilots

Hotels

Professor

The Pump

Too Close For Comfort

Call Girl

Rolex

My Brother-In-Law

My Birthday

Washington DC

Kind Of Love

I Had Enough Of Professor

New Type Of Relationship

Kathmandu

X1

My Fantasy Becoming Real

Kinshasa

Whatsapp Negotiation

Example Of Her Hotel Room Visits

Smooth Negotiation

My Fiancé Is In Shock

Finally

New Life

He Contacted Me

Surprise

Prologue

This is a story of a flight attendant who works very hard, sometimes more than forty hours a week, for one of the biggest airlines in the world. The stories here are mostly from her day-to-day living and working. However, the characters in this book are not real, and any resemblance to real people are purely coincidental.

She grew up as one of five girls. She was the prettiest among them, and that caused certain jealousy among her sisters and sometimes became a problem for her. The sisters had one common talent: constantly and perfectly lying was an everyday, natural behavior. Sometimes they had to lie to survive the moment or get what they needed or wanted.

When she was growing up, her biggest problem was her father. He, for some reason unbeknown to her, was rougher on her than on her sisters. He was a ruthless and violent man. He had no mercy when he began to beat his daughters. She never knew why she was being punished, and he never knew how much it hurt her. This propelled her to other men, not for any other purpose than to catch the opportunity and punish them just like her father punished her. She did this in the form of taking their money, lying to them, leaving them with empty hope, and cheating on them. And if it took having sex with them, she did not hesitate—not for her own sexual pleasure, but for the pleasure that came from her attempts to punish them. Some of her behavior may be perceived as immoral, unethical, or unacceptable, however, for her, any transgression had a specific mission: punish men.

Every time she accomplishes this, it is a slap on her father’s face, or she is preventing his slap on her own face. Many of these actions are placed in her subconscious, driving her without thinking and planning. Just because she can do it, she does it.

Her job and lifestyle give her ample opportunity to find a man and achieve her goal of punishing them. She uses her beauty, charm, sex appeal, and whatever else it takes to get her next prey. Sometimes she takes money from them, sometimes she has sex with them, and sometimes she leads them to a finish line that doesn’t exist.

She never accepts that she has a problem. The lifestyle and the philosophy she has adopted pleases her, and she plays games with that. She believes that as long as she can keep everything secret and just for herself, then there is no reason to change anything.

There is no therapy for her, and she will never accept treatment anyway.

The stories in this book do not imply that the life of every flight attendant is the same. The title of this book could have been something like this: Life Story of a Young Woman Who Happens to Be a Flight Attendant. So next time, when you get on the airplane, do not make any attempt to expect something similar to what you find in this book.

One important part of this book is encouraging reader participation. Assuming characters are real and still living and doing the same thing, you as a reader will have something to say, and you can say it. We give you an address where you may send your comments, wish lists, advice, and remarks of unhappiness about the book and the assumed characters. We will share this with the characters, and then we will publish a separate book only with your comments and the responses from the assumed characters in the book.

Cockpit

I have been a flight attendant for a large commercial airline for seven years. There is no place in the world that I have not been, and there are no things that I have not done. A grueling flight schedule of more than forty hours a week can easily be considered torture.

In this book, I will not be telling you about the places I’ve seen and the unusual things that I have done in those places.

This is a very difficult job. You get up early to serve passengers somewhere around forty thousand feet up in the air. Then you wait endless hours on the ground, and you will be lucky if you can get to your bed late that night. Next morning is the same thing all over again. That is one part of it. Sometimes, we travel ten to twelve hours away from home, to rest for only twenty-eight hours before it is time to go back home, exhausted and ready to quit everything.

To ease the pain or to deal with boredom, you have to invent things in your life. For example, one day we landed in Hannover, Germany, at eight in the morning after waking up at four to make that flight. Then we waited for four hours for passengers to take them back to the base city. There was no way we could have passed that time by reading books or newspapers, answering e-mails on smartphones, or playing games on computers. We had to make it exciting. We had to be creative, bold, and brave. As such, I went into the cockpit and, after locking the door, extracted one of the pilots from his chair by grabbing his balls while the other one looked on in disbelief.

I pushed him into the wall, undid his zipper, and started giving him a blow job.

Everything happened so suddenly in a very short time, and there was no explanation, refusal, questioning, or anything else. Just shock and compliance. In the meantime, I ordered the second one, Get ready, you are next.

I love ordering men, especially if they are superior to me. Half an hour ago, these men were ordering us—bring me food, bring me drink, get this, and get that. Now I was ordering them, and they were stunned and speechless. During flights, we address them with yes, my captain in complete obedience, and they love it.

The first one came almost immediately. He did not even get hard enough, but I liked surprises. I turned to the second one. Open your zipper and get it hard.

He started playing with himself, trying very hard.

I finished with the first one. Don’t come in my mouth.

He came on a newspaper. Well, surprise. And finishing intelligently with a newspaper.

By this time, the second one was ready and obeying everything I said. I slammed him against the metal wall of the cockpit and started giving him a mind-blowing oral job.

Yes, I thought his mind was going out. He was slow, so I ordered him, Hurry up, someone will be at the door anytime.

He was ready, and he asked me if he can finish in my mouth. I told him yes, if he will kiss me deep throat after. He said no, but I let him finish into my mouth anyway because I was enjoying as well—not him but the action.

Men love to finish in a woman’s mouth, but they hate to touch, smell, or see their own stuff. It is coming out of their body, their own stuff, yet they can’t even touch it. Why? How come we have to deal with that ourselves as women? Something’s not right here.

When he finished, I closed my mouth and rushed to the lavatory next to cockpit, leaving two shocked and disabled men behind. After I washed up, I came back to the cockpit and asked them if they were all right. I reminded them that this was a privilege for them and that they will tell no one until the end of their lives.

In the meantime, I put one of the pilots’ hat on my head and took a selfie. There are a few of us female flight attendants who collect victory selfies to share with one another when we get together. I keep all my pictures and other important stuff in an outside data storage and request them when I need to share with somebody else.

Back in the cockpit, they both agreed and promised never to share with anyone. One asked if we will see each other in another flight.

In our company, we have thirteen thousand flight attendants and seven