From the Caster's mansion, which was located deep within Detroit, it took us just over five minutes to reach the suburbs, arrive at Romelus, and drive into the Detroit International Airport.
After making a quick stop and making use of the airport's facilities, the car next came to a stop on a private runway. Stepping out, I was immediately welcomed by a pretty hostess, her blonde hair tucked neatly under a red cap.
Her red skirt stopped halfway down her thighs, showing her fair, smooth skin. On her chest, she wore a clean white shirt designed to reveal her cleavage, her large breasts pushing forward and practically begging me to have a go at them.
"Welcome, Sir. I'm Silvia, your hostess for this flight. I've been expecting you."
"Where is the captain?" I asked, looking at the blue Learjet behind the woman, nodding my head in satisfaction.
While it was considered a medium-class private jet, a major selling point about the plane was its speed—858 km/h.
