Meet Ricky Hard—MAP Airlines’ thirst-trap flight attendant—and Adam Tyrant, the airport security chief who redefines “thorough pat-downs.”
Ricky’s prepping for Flight 069 to Vegas in the crew lounge when Adam, all authority and biceps, clocks his tight uniform and twitching bulge. Small talk escalates fast:
Adam: “What happens in Vegas…”
Ricky: “…starts right fucking here.”
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Adam’s “private check” involves more than metal detectors. In a backroom, he whips out his baton, teasing Ricky’s cock through his slacks. But Ricky flips the script—bending Adam over, tongue-diving his ass, and repurposing that baton where the sun don’t shine. Power dynamic? Obliterated.
Ricky’s pent-up lust hits critical mass. He rams Adam raw against the security monitors, drilling the officer’s hole doggystyle while growling about “turbulence.” Adam erupts first, but Ricky’s not done—flipping him missionary, slamming home until his own load floods Adam’s guts. Post-nut clarity? Nowhere in sight.
Ricky’s switch from submissive steward to alpha top? Chef’s kiss. Adam’s “strict professional” façade crumbling into moans? Priceless. The gritty mix of roleplay, power struggles, and very creative tool use makes this a masterclass in workplace “team building.”
