“It’s party time, bitches,” I call out as we step onto the Dirty Texas jet. The flight attendant is there with a tray filled with tequila shots, and we all take one as we step onto the plane. The sound of champagne bottles popping and excited squeals from the girls fill the cabin as we get the party started right.
Once we are in the air, things heat up. “You should see my moves on the pole. I honestly don’t understand why I am still single. I’m hot,” I mumble as I make my way toward the stripper pole on the plane. Thankfully, Sienna dragged me to stripper classes because I’ve got moves. I do my best twirl around the pole, and the guys give me a clap. I can see they are impressed bymy skills. Only have to ask, boys, and I’d be happy to give you a lap dance.
“Take it off, take it off,” I hear the girls chanting for me as I continue my awesome moves. Yeah, baby, as I start to strip.
“You like what you see, ladies.” I wink at the girls as I twirl around. “What about you, Chris? Want to see more?”
He just laughs as he joins the girls, chanting, “Take it off, take it off.”
So, I do, throwing my shirt at him, making him burst out laughing, and he waves my shirt above his head like it’s a prize.
Hell yeah. I’ve still got the moves. I start to unbuckle my jeans. Is the plane flying sideways? I trip over my feet. Did we hit turbulence? Because I’m finding it hard to get these jeans off. Got ’em, as I hold them in my hand.
“Ragnar, cheer up,” I tell him, throwing my jeans in his face as I continue doing my sexy moves.
“What? No,” Christian shouts. I stop my incredible moves and look at him. “Sorry, carry on,” he says as he goes back to whispering to his wife.
Urgh, newlyweds. I do another spin around the pole and watch as Christian picks up a screaming Vanessa, throws her over his shoulder, and heads to the toilets. The rest of the crew starts hollering at them. We all know what they are going to do, it won’t be long till Evan does the same with Sienna.
“My turn,” Isla says.
“Sit the fuck down,” Oscar says, grabbing his sister.
“Hey, chill the fuck out, Ragnar. If she wants to have a spin around the pole, she can.” I glare at him. “It’s my fucking birthday.”
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Vanessa’s moans echo through the plane, and we all burst out laughing.
“Hey, Oscar, let me show you something.” Stacey giggles, grabbing his attention as he blindly follows her to the bedroom.
“I don’t want to know.” Isla groans.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Vanessa’s screams cut through our conversations.
“Show us what you’ve got, Issy, shake that booty,” I call out to her, and watch as she gets on that pole and does a dance.
“I’m not watching, Oscar will rip my balls off,” Axel grumbles.
“What do you think, Finn? She’s got some moves.” I chuckle, elbowing him.
“Fuck off, D,” he grumbles.
“But it’s my birthday.” I pout. He flips me off.
“Yay, girl, go,” I call out, encouraging Issy until she lands on her ass with a thud.
“Harder, Chris.” Vanessa’s moans fill up the silence, breaking the mood again.
Finn tries to help Isla up, but she refuses his help.
“My turn,” Sienna says.
“None of you fuckers better watch.” Evan points to Axel and Finn, who both hold up their hands and quickly turn their backs on her.
Sienna, of course, does an epic dance, so fucking sexy. Evan probably got hard as steel watching her. She looks good. She always does.
Hours later, Vanessa and Christian rejoin the group.
“Harder, harder,” Finn mocks them.
