Mile High Club and other fantasies
“We’ve reached cruising altitude now, and I’m turning off the seatbelt sign. Feel free to move about and flirt with each other. Please no more than two passengers at a time in the lavatory, and ladies, no fondling the pilot unless autopilot is engaged. The orange button will call the stewardesses who are fully disposed to fulfilling your every fantasy …”
Welcome to the Mile High Club where you qualify for membership by fornicating thousands of feet in the air, in a jet plane blasting through the skies.










