Strip Search 2024 - Mile High

Mile High

Type:  Topless, Full bar

Ladies and Gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts and make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position.  Because we guarantee you that our famed stewardesses will most certainly not be.  Enjoy our flight with us, and for a special treat, we hope you hit some turbulence during your time at the Mile High.

Donna’s Notes:

So, I’m out of town and hanging out in Denver for a culinary publishing conference, as one does, and I’m bored.  Bored bored bored.  And sweeties, you know exactly how well I take to being bored.

One quick internet search later, and I find myself at an older skyscraper in the middle of the city, with nothing at all to give me a clue to what’s inside.  Despite the hour, (The convention runs long, and it was getting close to midnight), the doors were still open, and a single elevator took me up to the very top.

Enter the Mile High.  When those elevator doors opened, I found myself in what looked like a very posh VIP traveler lounge from back in the day.  Stewardesses were pushing drink carts from table to table, and the stage had a glass wall backdrop that gave outstanding views over the city.  

If you can believe it, the opening act was a send up of the typical seat belt, air mask and exit safety card they give out.  All done to the Time Warp.  Someone has a sense of humor here, and it was just odd.  

Thankfully, this wasn’t an actual plane, otherwise I’d have been too distracted to appreciate the spectacle.  

Each of the drink cart girls was a talented mixologist, and I was able to sample several variations on an Aviation before I asked one of them, Diane, to take me back to the private room.

Well, that was a trip, let me tell you.

On entering, there was a flashing sign, telling us to fasten our seatbelts, as there’s turbulence ahead.  In the room was a single chair, first class of course, facing another glass wall. Diane led me over to it and strapped me down.  Then the fun started.  The chair, of course, was attached to some amusement park quality motors, as soon as the dance started, the whole thing started to buck and rock.  Diane was able to keep her seat on my lap, and I had a 5 minute joy ride of the best kind, getting the bump and grind both deliberately, and just from the motion of the ocean.

I hate flying, but this was a trip I’d gladly repeat.  Just as long as I don’t need to go through security.

Art by FoxxJ