"Stand up."
"After all I went through to force myself to sit down, now you want me to stand back up?" I huff. "Fine. Whatever. Fickle jackass."
I stand up, tense all over.
I flinch violently when his hands palm my ass, squeezing each cheek in a hand. "Jakob!" I dance out of reach
"You can sit back down," he says. "Just checking."
I sit back down on his thighs; this time, it's easier. I'm less tense and rigid, and a little farther back on his lap. Still shaking all over, though. "Checking?" I ask. "Groping my ass is notcheckinganything."
"Sure it is. I groped your ass to check how giant it is. My determination is that your ass is just right."
"Did I hear someone say giant ass?" This is Terra, half an airplane away.
"Brys thinks she has a giant ass," Annika says.
Terra moves toward the back, pushing past Sophia to stand in front of me. She peers at me, frowning. "Stand up and turn around."
I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down. Jesus, you people."
Nonetheless, out of morbid curiosity if nothing else, I stand up and turn around, presenting my giant ass to Terra forexamination. I look over my shoulder at her—she's peering at my backside as if scrutinizing a painting at The MoMA, hand on her chin, head tilted.
"Nope. Not giant. A good size, to be sure. Nice and plump and round." She gives one cheek a little pat. "A good jiggle…” a squeeze, “yet nice and firm, too.” She glances at Jakob over my shoulder, then meets my eyes. "You wanna see what a giant ass looks like?" She shoves her leggings and underwear down to mid-thigh, grabs her own ass in both hands, and shakes it. "Feast your eyes!Thisis a giant ass."
Jakob's head rears back in surprise, and then he looks away. "A little warning next time, Terra?"
"Oh, faff," Terra says. "It's just a butt. Don’t tell me you're squeamish about seeing my big pasty Irish ass."
"I am uncomfortable with it, yes."
"Saxon!" she shouts.
"Yo!"
"Your boss doesn't want to see my ass!"
"His loss!" Saxon has a six-inch-long fixed blade survival knife out, and he's balancing it by the point on his middle fingertip. "Bring that Jell-O over here where it can be properly worshipped as it deserves!"
"Jell-O?" I echo. "Terra, he just—"
She winks while shaking her ass at me again. And, to be fair, there is a certain gelatinous quality to the movement. Something, I…ummm…recognize. Mainly because I see it in the mirror every morning when I check to see if it's shrunk at all since the last time…which it never has.
"My man loves my big jiggly ass. What can I say? If the man likes Jell-O, who am I to complain?" She tugs her pants back up and faces me, serious. "I spent my whole life wanting to shrink myself to fit the expectations of others, Brys. Literally. Starving myself. Running until my tits ached."
"So, two steps?" I quip.
She eyes my chest. "Yeah, exactly—you get it, Tits McGee." She cups my cheek in a small hand. "Until I met Saxon, Ihatedmy giant ass. Butheloves it. I thought it was a joke at first, like he was playing it up to be nice to me or something. But no. He really is attracted to this big ol' caboose of mine. And that feels fuckin'amazing, sweetheart." She glances at Jakob over my shoulder. "If the man says he thinks your ass is perfect, don’t argue. Just say thank you and show it to him every chance you get. He'll appreciate it, and you'll eventually believe him." She lifts her chin at Jakob. "Now. Show him your hiney."
I bite my lip. Can I? My heart pounds. I sat on his lap and it was fine. These people are crazy, though. So…mooning the man when he's been down my throat shouldn't be a thing.
It's the audience that's holding me up.
I swallow hard and bite my lip and hold my breath…and then push my borrowed leggings down, baring my backside to Jakob.
When I find the courage to look at him, his jaw is tight, and his eyes are blazing.
"Pull the fucking things back up, goddammit," he snarls. His voice drops to a growled whisper. "Unless you want me to fuck you in the airplane bathroom."
