🦇 Chapter 7 – First Class Trouble
🦇 Chapter 7 – First Class Trouble The music pulsed like a heartbeat through the Halloween night, but tucked away in the pumpkin lounge, Stg. Salty found himself in a far more dangerous situation than any battlefield — between Busty Sarah and Busty Susan. Sarah leaned in close, brushing a stray bit of glitter from Salty’s shoulder with a touch that lingered just a little too long. “You really do clean up nicely, Captain Yogan,” she purred, tilting her head back with that wicked smile. Susan circled him like a cat playing with its favorite toy, her name tag — “Ms. Delicious” — catching the warm orange glow. “Mmm,” she teased, “I don’t know whether to salute you… or arrest you for being this charming.” Salty smirked, keeping his cool — but his heart was doing a little drum solo of its own. “Ladies,” he said in his best mock-serious pilot voice, “you’re both dangerously close to exceeding the flirtation altitude limit. Any higher, and we’ll have to deploy the… emergency landin...