I’m ready for Binggum?” I asked when CJ had let me up for air.

“Well, not exactly,” CJ admitted. “Binggum not only is a bottom, he’s a bit kinky. He’s into leather and bondage. We’ll have see whether you can handle that, if you can show a masterful hand and a bit of a cruel streak.”

“But, but,” I said. “I don’t think I could do that on you, up here. You’re still my boss, and I’m afraid you’d just swat me across the plane if I tried anything even slightly cruel with you.”

“Possibly,” CJ answered with a low laugh. “We might try it someday, but I have other plans.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Yes, don’t look toward the galley now, but didn’t you notice that swishy looking blond guy who welcomed us aboard?”

“Yeah. You mean he’s been here all the time.”

“Yes. Well, I told him to stay in the galley until/unless we called for him, but I’ve noticed that he’s been peeking at us off and on for some time now. We’ll use him for our next checkout phase, shall we?”

“Is just slightly cruel okay for starters?” I asked.

“Sure. We won’t really want to damage the CEO we’re trying to suborn, do we?” CJ answered in a low voice, and then, in a louder voice, as we both rose from the floor of the aisle, CJ called out, “Come out, come out, wherever you are, Greg, honey. I know you’re just on the other side of that door and you’ve been watching.”

The door to the galley slowly opened, and the air steward glided into the compartment. I say glided, because he obviously was into ballet. He was an effeminate blue-eyed blond of slight height, but very well proportioned with strong-looking arms and legs. His smoothly shaven face was more beautiful than handsome, and his head was set in wild blond curls. My first thought was that I wondered if he was a bleach-blond and gave himself home perms. He was wearing a blowsy muslin long-sleeved shirt open enough at the neck to show blond curls almost up to his throat, but I would not have put it past him to have bleached and permed that as well. His white pants were tight and of a material that followed his strong leg muscles and bubble butt. I would not have been surprised to see that he had the pronounced codpiece fly like you see in the ballet, as well, but the reality was that his fly was still open. We must have caught him playing with himself as he watched us and only had time to stuff his dick back into his pants before CJ forced him to appear. The bulge running down his thigh confirmed to me that he had been exercising himself in that area.

“Greg? I may call you Greg, mightn’t I?” I asked him in a low voice as I bore down on him.

He had been giving me the once-over as he came in the compartment—which must have meant that he already had a great familiarity with CJ, because I wasn’t so vain that I didn’t realize that any eyes in a room of naked men would go directly to the milk-chocolate athletic build of CJ and that big black cock of his. There was a sloppy grin on Greg’s face, and his eyes were so languid I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were swimming