Tammy let out her breath and the plane leveled out in its flight over the Atlantic. She had never been nervous about taxying and taking off on a commercial flight before. Of course, she had never smuggled contraband onto a flight before, either. It was amazing how one action, one decision, one agreement could change how one viewed an otherwise mundane activity. 

How many flights had Tammy taken in her life? She flew overseas three or four times a year to visit family. She and her husband usually flew somewhere twice a year for vacations. Her hobbies had her flying to one city or another every few months. It was not usual for her to be flying somewhere once a month, with a layover of rest once in a while. 

In her years of flying, no one had ever approached Tammy to smuggle something. She heard plenty of stories about it. Once, she talked to a woman across bathroom stalls while the woman stuck a condom full of designer drugs into...well, into herself. 

Tammy had not meant to stand there and offer comforting words while the woman did her work. She just happened to hear the woman sigh in an agonized way and reached out with concern. That was the closest she had every gotten to smuggling, yet, here she was!

Warning: Contains intense lesbian domination, BDSM, and sex slave themes.