Sweet Revenge at 30,000 Feet, Crushing the VIP Creep

My flight attendant bestie just quit her job. She had been working at AeroStar Airlines for three years, finally climbing her way up to lead flight attendant.

But two months later, she suddenly resigned. "I can't do this anymore," Chloe sobbed. She handed me her phone.

The screen was filled with disgusting, harassing messages from some creep who was an Elitetier VIP member on her usual route. He demanded daily selfies from her.

If her collar was even slightly loose in a photo, he would send dozens of filthy, sexually explicit comments on Snapchat. "You're such a tease.

No other man could satisfy you but me, right?" "Slim down that waist a bit, and maybe I'll reward you with a baby." "Why aren't you replying? I know your flight schedule.

If you don't text back right now, I'm buying a ticket to come find you." Because of him, Chloe suffered from severe insomnia and anxiety, forced to rely on heavy medication just to get through the day.

I immediately transferred $50,000 to her account so she could go on a luxury vacation. Then, I created a burner Snapchat account and added the creep.

To my surprise, this selfproclaimed "Elite VIP" who acted so high and mighty was actually just a lowlevel sales rep at Apex Solutions—a company desperately trying to sign a contract with my family's firm. "Hunter is finally live!

Which airline's flight attendant are we rating today?" I camped in his livestream on TikTok, sending a message the second "FalconEye" went live.

FalconEye, whose real name was Hunter Sterling, was an aviation review influencer. In the beginning, he just showed off his Elite VIP perks.

But once he realized that harassing and nitpicking flight attendants brought in massive traffic, his content lost all decency.

The livestream camera shook against the airplane seatback before focusing on a flight attendant guiding passengers down the aisle. "Look at the service attitude of AeroStar Airlines," Hunter sneered, pointing the camera at the clearly exhausted flight attendant. "We’ve been boarding for almost twenty minutes, and she hasn't even come over to greet an Elite VIP member like me." I checked my watch.

Boarding had started exactly three minutes ago. Other passengers hadn't even finished putting away their carryons.

Yet, there he was, legs crossed arrogantly, waiting to be served like royalty.

I shook my head and texted my childhood friend, Julian, who had booked a firstclass seat on the same flight, asking him to locate Hunter.

Julian replied instantly: "He’s in Coach, seat 14A." "He's arguing with the gate agent right now, demanding a free upgrade.

But he used up his complimentary upgrades, and he's too cheap to pay the difference." Julian snapped a quick photo.

Sure enough, I saw Hunter’s frustrated, ugly face. "Alright, guys, the connection was bad just now, but we’re back," Hunter said to his stream, completely hiding his embarrassing upgrade rejection.

He snapped his fingers loudly at a flight attendant lifting a heavy bag nearby. "Hey, waitress! Over here.

I have a problem." The girl he called over was Angelia Davis, a beautiful young flight attendant who had just explained the upgrade policy to him.

Ignoring his rude address, Angelia smiled warmly, her cute dimples showing. "Hello, Mr. Sterling.

How can I help you today?" Hunter tilted his chin toward the carpet. "I spotted two water stains right there. You girls walk back and forth all day and didn't see that?

Are you waiting for an Elite VIP to clean up after you?" Angelia looked back in panic. Seeing what was clearly just a shadow on the floor, her smile stiffened.

But she quickly adjusted, kneeling beside Hunter's seat to apologize. "I'm so sorry for the bad experience, sir.

I’ll have someone clean it up right away." Her submissive attitude pleased Hunter. As she went over the flight details and meal options, Hunter intentionally raised his phone high.

Under his suggestive camera angles, the creeps in the chat immediately started sexualizing Angelia's chest. "Flight attendants, teachers, and nurses—the holy trinity of fantasies.

Look at her size, she must be wild." "Man, Hunter has game even in Coach." "Well, he’s an Elite VIP.

For these sky girls, hooking up with a guy like him means they’re set for life." Angelia knelt there, waiting patiently for his order, completely unaware of the vile, disgusting comments rolling down his screen.

I found my firstclass seat, and my phone buzzed with a Snapchat message from Chloe. "Did you go after Hunter?" She used to handle Coach service, just like Angelia.

When Hunter first did a review of AeroStar, Chloe was an enthusiastic flight attendant about to be promoted to purser. She had done her absolute best to serve him.

Yet, Hunter pointed at a tiny, accidental snag in her tights and publicly humiliated her, claiming she violated professional grooming standards.

He even blamed her for being "too distracting," claiming she messed with his head.

Chloe was terrified.

Sickened and pressured by her upcoming performance review, she was forced to add Hunter on Snapchat and send him $200 as "compensation" just to make him drop his formal complaint.

Realizing Chloe was beautiful and easy to bully, Hunter began a twomonth campaign of relentless harassment.

He specifically booked her flights, intentionally threw his ring under her seat, and forced her to crawl on her hands and knees to find it.

He once cornered her in the lavatory under the pretext of a "dirty mirror" and tried to force himself on her.

The crew tried to protect her, but the spineless management did nothing. They just watched as Chloe spiraled into depression.

In just two months, Chloe went from the airline's rising star to a whispered rumor. She was forced to resign without receiving a single dime of severance.

She tried to stay strong, posting bright photos from her vacation, pretending the rumors hadn't broken her. But I knew the truth.

I had seen her swallow a whole bottle of sleeping pills, only to force herself to throw them up in agony. I had seen her beautiful, thick hair falling out in clumps on her pillow.

Hearing Hunter’s loud, obnoxious voice from the back of the cabin, I took a deep breath and smiled. "Don't worry, Chloe. I know what I'm doing.

I won't cross any lines." I hung up, grabbed the flight attendant uniform from my bag, and walked into the lavatory to change.

On the livestream, Hunter’s demands were getting more ridiculous. "You don't even know how to brew a proper Flat White? How do you even serve firstclass passengers?

If they ask for one, do they have to hold your hand and teach you how much milk to pour?" Angelia’s legs were shaking from kneeling for so long.

She tried to keep her smile, apologizing repeatedly. Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the front cabin. "Whose kid is this?

Oh my god, his nose is bleeding!" I remembered seeing a young boy boarding alone under the unaccompanied minor service. Angelia was a sweet soul.

Hearing a child was hurt, she immediately looked toward the noise. "Mr. Sterling, there's a child hurt.

I..." She turned back, but her voice faltered under Hunter’s icy stare. "Can I go help him first?

I'll come back and make your coffee right after." She stood up on her stiff, sore legs. Hunter slammed his metal coffee canister onto the tray table. "Go get a pen and paper.

Write down your employee ID right now." He was going to file a formal complaint. Angelia bit her lip, her eyes welling with tears.

She had given him endless patience, yet he wouldn't offer her a shred of basic human decency. As Angelia turned to get the pen, I stepped up to Hunter's seat. "I am so sorry, Mr.

Sterling. She’s our new trainee. She doesn't quite know the protocols yet." I bent down slightly. The tailored uniform hugged my waist perfectly, showing just enough collarbone.

Hunter’s breath hitched.

The chat in his livestream went dead silent before exploding with comments. "To show our apology, I can personally upgrade you to first class, and I'll personally bring you a freshly brewed coffee with the perfect milk ratio.

Would you mind not filing a complaint against our rookie?" I wasn't wearing a name tag. Angelia immediately realized I wasn't actual crew, her hands shaking in confusion.

But Hunter was already completely mesmerized. "Now this is what I call VIP service. Are you the Purser on this flight? Give me your Snapchat and employee ID.

I want to leave a glowing review." An aviation review influencer, yet he couldn't even tell I wasn't wearing a real crew badge. What a pathetic poser.

I gestured toward first class with a polite, sarcastic smile.

Once Hunter was settled in my firstclass seat, I excused myself to get a cup, heading to the back galley where I met Angelia and the actual lead flight attendant.

The young girl was holding an ice pack to the little boy’s nose.

Seeing me, she looked up in panic as the real lead flight attendant stood before me with a serious face. "She... she was just trying to help..." Angelia stammered, trying to defend me.

Her earnestness made me laugh.

I looked at the lead flight attendant. "What, you don't greet Elite VIPs anymore?" The lead flight attendant playfully punched my shoulder. "Shut up, Scarlett." We had been friends for years.

To avenge Chloe, the entire crew on this flight was in on my plan. The lead flight attendant asked about Chloe's recovery.

Hearing that her mental health was improving, she sighed in relief. "Thank God," she said, then turned to Angelia. "This is Ms. Vance, our VIP passenger.

She’s actually 'friends' with Mr. Sterling. The uniform is just a prank.

Don't worry about it, just focus on the other passengers." Angelia blinked, clearly not buying that Hunter and I were "friends," but she was smart.

She thanked me and pushed her cart into the aisle. "I can't go back into the firstclass cabin like this. Can you prepare three cups for me?

One with ice, one with milk, and one with espresso." With the lead flight attendant’s nod, I pulled out my phone to check Hunter's stream again. "Where is that sexy flight attendant?

The plane is about to take off!" "Hunter, don't turn off the stream! I’ll send you a Universe gift if you get her on camera again!" "She is stunning.

Make her cry, Hunter, and I'll send a lion!" Hunter let out a disgusting chuckle. "Don't worry, boys. You know who I am.

As long as we have WiFi, I’ll make sure you see her beg." I slipped my phone into a specially made hidden pocket, picked up the tray prepared by the crew, and walked gracefully back to Hunter. "Mr.

Sterling, here is your milk, ice, and espresso.

How would you like me to mix your Flat White?" Hunter hesitated, then waved his hand dismissively. "Just pour it all together." What an uncultured idiot.

He didn't even know what a Flat White was, yet he had the nerve to act like an expert to bully girls. I watched his expression closely.

I noticed him raising his hand slightly, waiting to "accidentally" knock the cup over when I handed it to him. This was his favorite trick.

Once the warm liquid spilled on his pants, he would force the flight attendants to wipe it off. I recalled the tears of all the girls he had humiliated.

Without hesitation, I tilted the tray and poured the pipinghot espresso straight onto his face. "Ahhh!" Hunter's fat face instantly turned red, and his short, stubby legs thrashed around like a dying frog.

Julian, sitting across the aisle, burst out laughing. "Who knew a pig could squeal so loud!" "What the hell did you say! You bitch!

Get down on your knees and clean this up!" Hunter went wild.

Not daring to touch Julian, he lunged at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and swinging his hand to slap me. Slap! A stinging pain shot through my cheek.

But I immediately grabbed his fleshy wrist. The hidden muscles in my arms, built from years of kickboxing, tightened under the restrictive uniform.

Digging my nails deep into his skin, I forced out two dramatic tears. "I'm so sorry, sir! I am so, so sorry!

I didn't mean to ruin your clothes!" "Please take it off, I’ll wash it for you!

Please don't complain to my manager!" Hunter tried to pull his hand back, but he couldn't budge an inch. Seeing Julian staring at him with a mocking grin, Hunter tried to save face.

He shook me off and sneered, "This is an Armani suit, you bitch! I have a client meeting right after we land!" "You better clean it.

If it's ruined, the compensation and damages will cost you at least $30,000!" I bowed repeatedly. "I will clean it, I promise! Here, this is my Snapchat.

I’ll deliver it back to you personally." Seeing that he got my Snapchat, Hunter finally calmed down. "You're lucky it's me.

Any other VIP would have gotten you fired on the spot." He squeezed past the aisle to the lavatory, but he forgot to turn off his stream. "See that, boys?

These girls will do anything to get a rich man's attention." "When I get her, I’ll share the goods in our Snapchat group." The chat flooded with gifts.

Creeps were begging to join the private group, urging Hunter to reel in the big fish. Hunter laughed, posting the group link and promising to get my private photos within a month.

After a few more vulgar comments, he ended the stream to change.

I turned to leave, but I could hear his muffled voice from the lavatory. "Bitch... let's see you try to resist me now." Even though I was prepared, hearing those disgusting noises made me run to the galley and dry heave.

Only one voice screamed in my head. I am going to destroy him. I will make him beg for mercy on behalf of every girl he ever harassed.