System S.E.X. (Seduction, Expansion, eXecution)

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Upgrade to First Class

The BMW purred to life. Ethan was behind the wheel. His hand resting, just casually, on Chloe’s thigh as they merged onto the highway. The silence was thick but comfortable, only the low rumble of the engine making noise.

”I still can’t believe you did that,” Chloe said, her voice soft, still processing the $5,000 transfer.

”Believe it,” Ethan replied, giving her leg a quick squeeze. ”It’s my fault you were flying economy, anyway. Buy everything. You deserve it all.”

”I deserved you on this trip,” she countered, leaning her head on his shoulder. ”I’m going to miss you. This weekend was... ridiculous, in the best way.”

”Ridiculous is my setting,” he smirked. ”I already miss you. I loved waking up next to you, obviously. Every part of it.”

The System, right on schedule, decided to ruin the tender moment.

[That black lace looked much better on the rug, for the record. You hit the terminal in ten minutes. Take her to the parking garage restroom. Get this done. Stop wasting time.]

Ethan let out a quiet, barely audible sigh over the car audio. You are totally useless right now.

”How exactly do you expect me to do that? In a public restroom? There are thousands of people around, you know,” Ethan thought, irritation rising.

[You are such a massive wimp. If some bored security guard happens to stumble upon you, you flash five grand in his face. Throw it at him. He’ll melt. That’s called being creative, you idiot. Seriously, why you were chosen is a mystery.]

Ethan just shook his head, biting back a smile. ”I’ll see you soon,” he told Chloe, intentionally ignoring the System’s nonsense. ”Text me the second you land, okay?”

They reached the terminal. Ethan smoothly parked the BMW in the closest, most exclusive valet area. He was instantly out, pulling the suddenly heavy luggage.

Inside, the line for check-in was minimal. As Ethan put her bags on the scale, Chloe’s face suddenly tightened. She went pale. Her eyes locked on someone just ten feet away—a woman in perfectly tailored clothes. A huge diamond watch.

”Oh, crap. It’s Natalie,” Chloe whispered, shrinking slightly into herself.

”Natalie who?” Ethan asked, not missing the immediate shift in her body language.

”Natalie Evans. She was in my college class. She’s loaded. Flying first class, I guarantee it.” Chloe started messing with the cheap paper ticket in her hand. ”I hate that I’m holding this thing right now.”

Natalie spotted them. A bright, but definitely condescending smile spread across her face. ”Chloe! Wow! Long time, no see! Are you flying out?”

”H-hi, Natalie! Yes, just heading out,” Chloe managed, voice tight.

Ethan watched the whole thing: Natalie’s eyes scanning Chloe’s nice but modest travel outfit, the subtle eyebrow lift when she saw the basic economy ticket. A sharp flash of protective anger hit him.

Not today. My girl is not feeling small for anyone.

Ethan cut in, his voice instantly taking on that low, focused edge. ”Hold on a minute.” He grabbed Chloe’s arm, his focus entirely on her.

”I can’t believe this stupidity! What was I thinking? What a truly idiotic mistake to buy you this crap ticket!” Ethan said, loud enough. He took the ticket and, in a sudden, deliberate motion, tore it completely in half.

He moved straight to the desk manager. ”Look. I need the best. The absolute most luxurious seat you have on that specific flight. Private suite. Dedicated server. Access to the VIP lounge—the full spread.”

He paused, his stare intense. ”And listen: I need the service where, as soon as she lands, she’s met by a limo on the tarmac and taken straight off the property. Can you do that? Make it happen.”

The manager, initially flustered, saw the cold confidence. ”Y-yes, sir. Just one moment. We have a Presidential Suite available. It includes the exact car service you requested.”

Ethan nodded sharply. ”Good. QR code me.” He pulled out his phone, ready to scan the code the manager brought up. He paid the enormous sum with a tap.

He turned back to Chloe, a triumphant, unapologetic grin replacing the anger. ”There. That’s what you deserve, baby. Now say goodbye to your little friend.”

Natalie was clearly stunned by the sudden, grand display.

Chloe, now holding the Presidential Suite ticket, turned to her old classmate, a confident smile replacing the earlier awkwardness. ”Goodbye, Natalie. It was... nice seeing you.”

Natalie quickly composed herself. ”Oh! Well, enjoy your flight, Chloe. I’m just heading over to the VIP lounge myself.”

The three of them started walking towards the exclusive area. At the rope, the uniformed attendant smiled at the two women holding gold-embossed tickets but held up a hand to Ethan.

”Apologies, sir. Access to the First-Class lounge is strictly for boarding passengers only.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened. He reached instantly into his coat pocket—he was already formulating a phrase about his current inconvenience and calculating the size of the required bribe.

Chloe noticed the movement. She grabbed his arm, pulling him close. Her lips were right next to his ear.

”Don’t spend another dime on me, please. I owe you too much already,” she whispered, her voice insistent. ”I know you’re doing this because of Natalie. But honestly? I don’t feel inferior to anyone in this world when I have you by my side.”

”But...” Ethan started, his frustration clear.

She didn’t let him finish. Swiftly, she slid her tongue into his ear, a quick, hot flash, and let out a soft, meaningful moan right there. Then she pulled back slightly. ”Do this for me. And when I get back, I will absolutely fulfill every single request you make. No exception.”

Ethan swallowed hard, his entire focus derailed. ”Fine. It’s a deal. But I’m holding you to that.”

Chloe’s eyes darted quickly around the terminal. She dipped her hand down quickly, her fingers finding and closing around the hard evidence of his desire.

”And I’ll compensate your little friend when I return. I promise.”

Then, with a final, confident squeeze, she was gone. She walked into the lounge, Natalie trailing slightly behind her.

Ethan stood rooted to the spot, watching them disappear behind the frosted glass.

The System’s voice, low and appreciative, chimed in:

[That friend of yours? Chloe? She has a fantastic ass.]

Ethan barely moved, his focus still on the door. ”Yeah. It’s delicious. I already proved that.”

[I meant the other one, genius. Natalie. She’s pretty damn rich, and she looks good, too. You don’t want a threesome? Just imagine those two girls competing for your cock. It would be incredible.]

Ethan just shook his head, a slow, lingering smile spreading across his face. He turned and headed back towards the BMW. He knew the System was right, as usual. But for now, he had a promise to look forward to.