On board

The plane hums. Blonde Sophie strides down the aisle, skirt hugging her hips. She leans over, breasts brushing fabric, whispers about takeoff while her fingers work the man's fly open. Another girl appears, dark-haired, nails painted, already sliding out of her uniform top. They move together like they've done this route before. Sophie pulls him free. The girl drops to her knees between the seats, tongue wet, eager. Sophie stays upright, one hand gripping the headrest, the other stroking the girl's hair. Outside the window the runway lights streak past. Inside, mouths trade places. Wet sounds mix with engine noise. A belt clinks against the armrest. Fabric rustles. Three bodies moving while the plane climbs. The man exhales sharp. Sophie smiles against his neck. They don't wait for cruising altitude. They never do.