Pussy Airlines

You arrive in Manko Airlines's first-class seating section, stowing your bags overhead and sitting in a spacious front-row seat in the middle of two other seated men in suits. You never splurge on first class seating on airplanes, but this is the longest flight you've ever been on, and you'll be damned if you're going to spend it cramped in coach.

The plane eventually takes off without incident as the overhead announcement begins to play on the intercom. A polite, formal, Japanese spokeswoman's voice fills the first class cabin as a few stewardesses close the curtain between your section and coach. You can't understand her, but fortunately the video playing on the wall ahead of you provides serviceable subtitles.

"Hello and welcome! Our airline, in order to provide a comfortable flying experience for our guests, are constantly striving to improve the quality of our service every day. Flight guide, in-flight meals, and beverage services are offered. Our airline will give you perfect flight time enjoyment. For passengers who are uncomfortable in economy class, we will also offer perfect pussy service in first class. Our stewardess selection is very strict, and we will use our perfect flight attendants to entertain you during your flight. By extracting semen accumulated during the day, you will be able to get a comfortable sleep. Whatever you need, please feel free to contact the flight attendants. Our company will ensure you get the very best."

You snort incredulously at what MUST be a silly mistranslation. Shortly after the video concludes, a rather large team of stewardesses emerge from the cabin ahead, bowing politely before attending to their designated sections... though it seems there's a roughly 1-to-1 ratio of stewardesses to passengers in first class, only about 15 of each in all. A stewardess with her black hair done up in a tight bun approaches you, bowing lightly. "My name is Aiko. It is a pleasure to have you aboard our flight today, sir." She says with a heavy Japanese accent. English is likely not her first language. She locks a nearby cart in place, and produces a moist warm towel from a rack within. "The seatbelt light has now been turned off. Please use this to wipe yourself down before I begin providing assistance services." You wipe your hands off with the towel for a long minute or so, half because the sensation is pleasant, and half because you feel Aiko's expectant, somewhat confused, expression on you the whole time. You hold the used towel out to Aiko, who remains frozen in place. She looks around the cabin beseechingly, as if unsure how to handle the situation. "あの..." she sputters politely, as wet sounds of slurping catch your attention nearby. There's a stewardess between each of your row-mates' legs, their heads bobbing up and down in their laps. You realize the towel wasn't meant for you to wipe down your hands.