Somewhere above the North-Atlantic Ocean

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"Another glass of champagne Madam?" The flight-attendant asked.

This was the fourth time he offered, and Eleanor couldn't help but smile at the poor puppy of a man who was falling victim to her insatiable looks and charms. Leaning forward a little bit, Eleanor pretended to have not been able to hear what he said. She used this chance to give the cute young male a little peek at her large assets down the blouse. She saw him blush instantly and couldn't help but feel empowered by the effects she placed upon men.

"I would welcome one now, thank you." She spoke slowly and...