Miles Ever After (The Miles High Club)

by T.L. Swan

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Miles.” He smiles darkly against my lips. “You’re a fucking deviant,” I whisper. He pulls down my skirt and rearranges my shirt. “And you’re full of me, so I win.”

Jameson’s face is flat and uninterested and I really want to laugh out loud, but I won’t. I tap him on the leg. “Close your eyes,” I mouth. “Fuck off,” he mouths back. I close my eyes and try to follow Chakrii’s breathing pattern and after a while I open one eye to see what Jameson is doing. He’s staring at me deadpan. “What are you doing?” I whisper. “Judging you.” I get the giggles and close my eyes.

“You know, when I met you on the plane and you guessed that I was married to a vegan yoga nut, you failed to mention that you planned on turning into her.”

“I’m so sleepy from my massage,” I say with a stretch. “How do you feel?” “Slimy.” “What?” I frown. “That oil bath is up in my regions; I’ve got slimy ass cheeks, I’m about to slip off this chair.”

“That there is no easy way, you have to push through the barriers that your thoughts have created for you.” He smiles wistfully. “To be able to control your mind is the greatest strength that one can have.” Isn’t that the truth.

“If you stay, know one thing.” He stops and looks out into the audience, “I do not accept laziness, I have high expectations and demand the best. Because that’s what I give.”

All the swear words are on the tip of my tongue…and then some new ones that haven’t even been discovered yet.