Scarlett felt like a new woman, far more toned and in charge of her sexuality than before. But still, she also felt like giving Poison Skies a piece of her mind for…something. She wasn’t quite sure if she was angry at her or wanted to fuck her backhole until their hips mutually gave out. That was one way to join the Mile High Club. If only she still wasn’t on the clock and having to deal with the passengers and what sort of booze they wanted before touching down.
She adjusted her fat cock in her skirt before headed out. However, as she did, the door to the restroom stall opened and blocked her path.
“Oh, apologies si—” Scarlett looked down and noticed a glint in his hand. He had a knife already drawn. “Stop right there!”
He lunged at her, but with a new form of athleticism she previously didn’t possess Scarlett managed to dodge. Surprised he didn’t get her immediately he went again, but she grabbed his arm and began slamming it against the nearest surface, trying to loosen his grip. He was clearly not ready for her new strength as the knife dropped.
A swift kick to the groin stunned him and Scarlett grabbed a tray. It hit him hard, then came the coffee pot. Which was of course partially filled.
“Gaah!” He screamed as hot liquid scalded him. Then came Scarlett’s knee. He went to the ground.
“Keep. Your. Ass. DOWN!” She punted him two or three times before he went limp. Not dead, but he wasn’t getting up.
More screams in the jet made it clear he wasn’t alone. She could not handle this, she just hoped the cabin was locked and already calling an emergency to the nearest tower. She grabbed a fire hydrant and saw Poison Skies already dealing with another man.
He was a big lad, chunky but all that fat had a bunch of muscle underneath it. He had been disarmed but unlike his accomplice he clearly had some experience, arms in a proper defensive stance and keep Poison Skies at bay.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” She barely dodged that one, a quick step back helped but he brushed her chest.
Still, size didn’t matter much when Scarlett came up behind him. The pot slammed against his head, but he didn’t go down.
“Fucker!” He swung at her, but he was soon being double teamed. The brief pause let Poison Skies take her heels off and get him again.
It wasn’t impossible to deal with, but getting it from opposite ends made things a lot harder. If he was defending from the front, he was getting hit in the kidneys from behind. Trying to defend his flank just meant his gut was wide open. His tacky three-hundred-dollar sunglasses fell off as he took a brutal shot to the gut. Then Scarlett gave him double-handed blow to the back. He was on his knees and then given the coup de grace as he took nasty clotheslines from both ends. He was going to be sore for days.
“Not bad.” Scarlett said.
“Same to you. Did you see anyone in the back?”
“Only one guy, he’s out. What about—”
“Don’t move!”
“Shit…” Scarlett cursed. Of course there was a third.
He was near the cabin, obviously the youngest of him which meant he was the most panicked. In his hand was a knife, pointing it at both the flight attendants. He was trembling, scared.
“Sir, calm down.’ Poison Skies said, not wanted to have another fight. “Look, your two friends are down, they aren’t coming to help you, so put it down, and we can end this.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” He grabbed a woman right next to him, and dark hair and wearing what appeared to be some sort of onesie. “I’ll cut this fucking bitch! Don’t come any—”
That was immediately stopped when the woman slammed her foot into his. It was done with so much force they could hear the crack of every bone. It was like hearing firecrackers but with a visceral squish added.
He wasn’t given time to recover as the woman spun around and gave him three swift kicks to the groin, gut, and head so fast most of the passengers couldn’t even see them. It continued with more kicks as Poison Skies and Scarlett just watched at the man was clearly out on his feet but she kept using him like a punching (or more correctly kicking) bag. At that point his metaphorical stun gauge was in a sort of infinite loop.
“What the fuck did you say you were gonna do, you fucking moron?” She said, sweeping his leg to which he fell. “Who the fuck hijacks shit in this day and age?”
“Fuck…you…you fucking chi—” He didn’t get anything out as the last kick sent him to the floor. And possibly a coma. The woman just spat on him.
“By the way, I’m Korean, you asshat. At least get your slurs right.” She tossed her black hair, a purple streak on the fringe. “Well, gonna do somethin’ about these chucklefucks?”
“Um, of course, you’re fine, right ma’am?” Scarlett asked her
“Yeah, this shithead ruined my sucker though.” She kicked him again. “Mind getting me a new one?”
“I’ll get you ten.”
“Cool.” She sat at her chosen seat and went back to her cell phone as if nothing had happened.
“Give me a hand with this.” Poison Skies said.
“Not looking forward to the big guy.” Scarlett said as they got the three failed hijackers to the back of the plane. Hopefully this wouldn’t delay landing too long.
Poison Skies
Sky-High Brawl Bonus
Double Team Bonus
Hidden Event Bonus
Score: 15000
Scarlett Skies
Sky-High Brawl Bonus
Double Team Bonus
Hidden Event Bonus
Score: 20000
500 Duel Dollars unlocked
New trainer unlocked
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