The Private Jet - Martinique and Tabby and OPEN
Tabitha was making her round to make sure that everyone was nice and comfy. She stopped by Martinique's seat and leaned against it, a grin on her face and a flute glass of champagne in her hand.
"Much nicer than a helicopter, ain't it?" She fiddled with one of the many switches on the arm rest. "Think it got an ass warmer too. How you doin'? Enjoyin' yourself so far?"