Susan lumbered along the aisle in the business cabin. The cabin was spacious and the aisle was by no means narrow. That was to be expected considering the aircraft was the Airbus A380.
Due to the circumstances, the business cabin was completely sealed off from the common folk. In fact, if this was just any other flight, Susan wouldn’t have gotten the air ticket for the same flight with Tark Luda. Basically, the airline dedicated an entire business cabin to the Jovi Nithrak ambassador. And since she was his confidant, a single phone call to her boss was enough to secure a seat for her.
She opened the overhead luggage compartment and then shoved her carry-on into it. Then, she unceremoniously slumped onto the business class seat. The hangover seemed to have caught up to her. Her head ached like a bitch and she could hardly open her eyes now.
Tark Luda, on the other hand, walked towards a young flight attendant. God knows what he planned to do with her. Susan was too tired to care. He could bang her brains out in the lavatory for all she cared. As long as there wasn’t paparazzi around, he could do whatever he wanted and Susan would have no qualms about it.
“Ma’am, can I get you anything?” a flight attendant pushing a cart politely asked. She was much older than the one Tark was flirting with. No doubt, this woman wasn’t into the whole fuck-by-alien thing which Susan had the ill-fortune of witnessing a few by now.
“Do you by chance have any Advil?” Susan gave a wry smile.
“Yes.” the attendant nodded understandingly. “Would you like a glass of orange juice to go with that?”
“That would be lovely.” Susan nodded.
The attendant skillfully poured a serving of orange juice into a plastic cup and placed it into the cup holder in front of Susan.
“I’ll be right back with the Advil.” she gave Susan a curt nodded.
Moments later, the flight attendant came back. In her hand were two tablets of Advil still inside their plastic packaging. Susan took them from her, pushed out the two tablets from the packaging and downed the two pills with a gulp full of orange juice.
She noticed that Tark was no longer flirting with the flight attendant. Instead, he was in the cockpit talking with the three pilots. Judging by the exchange of smiles and curt nods, Susan bet that the pilots were honored by his visit.
The young flight attendant, on the other hand, was serving the four other ECCEC officers with fizzy drinks and light snacks. Susan was pleased that none of them ordered any alcoholic beverage. A drunk was the last person she wanted to protect her and her guest when there’s a security problem.
Tark Luda came back and took the seat beside her. She sighed inwardly as she pressed the base of her palm on her forehead. There were more than twenty empty seats in this cabin and of all the seat, he chose the one next to her.
“Can I get you anything, sir?” the young attendant appeared out of nowhere. Yet another overly enthusiastic flight attendant who couldn’t wait to take off her knickers. After taking several flights with him, Susan wasn’t surprised by the attendant’s abrupt increment in efficiency. If anything, she was expecting it.
“I have something in mind.” he growled. “But it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to give it in here.”
The flight attendant sucked in a breath so sharply, Susan could hear it over the whining of four Rolls Royce turbofans. Inwardly, she was shaking her head. But she pretended she hadn’t heard it while keeping her eyes out the window on the large glassy terminal of Charles de Gaulle International Airport.
“I’m sure that can be solved.” the flight attendant quipped sultrily.
“I’m sure it can. But a glass of champagne for now will do.” he cooed. “After all, I can’t leave with the seat belt sign still on.
“For fuck’s sake, get a bloody room.” Susan muttered under her breath.
“Yes, sir.” she giggled.
Shortly afterwards, the aircraft taxied off to the runway. The aircraft then surged forward, all four engines whined increasingly louder every passing second. Buildings, parked aircraft and the airport superstructures zipped backwards through the window as the A380 coursed through the runway at max thrust. The aircraft tilted. Susan was pushed back against her seat. A short pulse of compression by the g-force and the aircraft lifted off the tarmac.
The aircraft continued to climb. The city below shrunk. A fluff of vapor coated the wing span for a short while before disappeared. The window was soon blanketed by a thick column of cloud. Finally, the aircraft broke through into the clear afternoon air. After a few turns, the aircraft leveled out and began cruising to New York. The cabin alarm chimed and the seat belt sign turned off.
“What’s our itinerary for tomorrow?” Tark asked.
“You have a meeting with the President at the convention center at 2pm for about 2 hours. After that, you have a dinner party to attend to.” Susan said.
“Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a promise to keep.” he unbuckled his belt and walked towards the galley.
Whatever the promise was, Susan sure as hell didn’t want to get involved. Instead, she took the opportunity to have some rest. She closed the window blinder and tilted her seat into a more comfortable position. The humming of the engine running became a source of calm for her. Gradually, she drifted off to sleep. Or she was about to until a high pitch squeal pierced her ears.
“Oh my God!” she groaned in frustration.
She had no doubt who was doing the squealing. And by the sound of it, the action unfolding in the lavatory was just beginning. She turned to the ECCEC officers and they all gave her the look momentarily before turning to their respective windows. The older flight attendant stared at the lavatory in horror and then walked to Susan.
“I’m really sorry for this.” the older flight attendant said nervously. Couldn’t blame her though. She was clearly the senior among the cabin crew and should a complaint fall onto her junior, she would most likely get reprimanded as well.
“It’s alright.” Susan told her. “I’d expected this.”
Another squeal echoed through the cabin.
“I don’t suppose you have headphones around, do you?” Susan added quickly.
“Yes. We have. I’ll get one for you.” the flight attendant strode impatiently back to the galley. Then, she came out with a black headphone wrapped in plastic.
“I’m really sorry about this.” she apologized again as she handed Susan the item.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. It’s some form of…formalities…of sorts for the Jovi.” Susan explained, hoping to calm the flight attendant.
“They have sex all the time?” the flight attendant asked in disbelief.
“Yes. It’s like some form of greeting according to their culture.” Susan elaborated further.
“Like our handshake?” the flight attendant raised her brows.
“Of sorts. Yes.” she shrugged.
The Jovi Nithrakians were the epitome of the slogan ‘make love not war’. They were so literal at it that they would have sex with just about anyone they meet. Although, there’s a certain gender preference to which they fancy. Scientist who studied behaviors in animals other than human related their sexual approach to that of some crustacean and even primates. Nevertheless, there seemed to be a difference between sex and actual mating for the Jovi Nithrakians. Sex was a friendly gesture. Mating was for live. From what Susan could see, all the sex he had was just as friendly a gesture as one would do with a curt handshake.
Another loud squeal escaped from the confinement of the lavatory.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!” the young attendant shouted.
The older flight attendant turned to the lavatory. Her eyes wide opened and her jaw dropped.
“They are really good at it too.” Susan informed. Not that she would know.
“So it seems.” the flight attendant muttered, almost as if to herself.