LJDRVR
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Here's another one
Years ago when I was an FO on the Lears, we get sent out on an ASAP to pick these folks up in Dallas, take them to Vegas, let them gamble for a few hours and return. When we show up, it's these two drunk guys with two strippers. We load up and blast off. West-bound at FL390, there's quite a party going on in back. Kind of the next step beyond lap dances. (I wasn't looking)
One of the girls (Fully clothed and not a whole lot on this side of 18) comes up to the cockpit to chat. She's basically kneeling between our seats, and we're giving her the old "These control the engines, these...etc" routine. She thanks us and leaves, only to return a minute later.
"Bob (The lead PAX) says to show you guys my t__t's"
She offers matter-of-factly as she whips em' out.
Now our SOP dictates that that the PF will be monitoring the flight instruments at all times, but let me tell you, nobody was watching the store. darnest thing I've ever seen in an airplane. Especially since it happened so quickly.
Well, the foolishness in back continues, and our lead pasenger eventually offers up that he'll pay us a thousand bucks to roll the jet. Unfortunately, both the Captain and myself were somewhat anal when it came to safety. We politely decline.
The good news is we hung out with this guy and played a little blackjack. We got $1500.00 dollars a peice for a tip. The hookers,...er I mean strippers...or whatever, went to sleep after complaining that they were owed a bunch of money for "lap dances" I honestly think we made out better than they did.
We get back to Dallas the next morning, and these guys pretty much disappear, leaving us with these young ladies who have no transportation. I signed out a crew car and drove them back to their cars at the strip club. They explained to me that they were just doing this job for the great money and to put themselves through school.
"I'm gonna be a nurse someday." Says one.
I smile, inwardly thinking to myself how ironic that we're in the same boat. (I'm just doing this job to get the hours to go to the airlines, the money is great too.) At least I don't have to rub my pivate parts up against intoxicated strangers. (My wife won't let me.)
So, there's my boobies in the cockpit story.
Anybody else?
Years ago when I was an FO on the Lears, we get sent out on an ASAP to pick these folks up in Dallas, take them to Vegas, let them gamble for a few hours and return. When we show up, it's these two drunk guys with two strippers. We load up and blast off. West-bound at FL390, there's quite a party going on in back. Kind of the next step beyond lap dances. (I wasn't looking)
One of the girls (Fully clothed and not a whole lot on this side of 18) comes up to the cockpit to chat. She's basically kneeling between our seats, and we're giving her the old "These control the engines, these...etc" routine. She thanks us and leaves, only to return a minute later.
"Bob (The lead PAX) says to show you guys my t__t's"
She offers matter-of-factly as she whips em' out.
Now our SOP dictates that that the PF will be monitoring the flight instruments at all times, but let me tell you, nobody was watching the store. darnest thing I've ever seen in an airplane. Especially since it happened so quickly.
Well, the foolishness in back continues, and our lead pasenger eventually offers up that he'll pay us a thousand bucks to roll the jet. Unfortunately, both the Captain and myself were somewhat anal when it came to safety. We politely decline.
The good news is we hung out with this guy and played a little blackjack. We got $1500.00 dollars a peice for a tip. The hookers,...er I mean strippers...or whatever, went to sleep after complaining that they were owed a bunch of money for "lap dances" I honestly think we made out better than they did.
We get back to Dallas the next morning, and these guys pretty much disappear, leaving us with these young ladies who have no transportation. I signed out a crew car and drove them back to their cars at the strip club. They explained to me that they were just doing this job for the great money and to put themselves through school.
"I'm gonna be a nurse someday." Says one.
I smile, inwardly thinking to myself how ironic that we're in the same boat. (I'm just doing this job to get the hours to go to the airlines, the money is great too.) At least I don't have to rub my pivate parts up against intoxicated strangers. (My wife won't let me.)
So, there's my boobies in the cockpit story.
Anybody else?
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