As soon as Jake exited the lavatory room, Ishtar, who was seated on the john, relaxed her tough brows and exhaled a satisfactory breathe.
She chuckled with a blurt:
"Wow...! I'm such a spoiled brat. Indeed that was some mean act."
She couldn't believe the kind of performance herself had put up while getting rid of Jake after he had satisfied her sexual desire. Still wearing glowing eyes on a happier looking face, Ishtar faced down, taking her eyes away from the lavatory exit where Jake had passed when walking out.
"Crazy... Who the hell does what I've just done to the young man!?"
Ishtar praised her performance and chuckled again. Her thoughts spoke:
"But according to how he engulfed me with his well-toned physique, straddled my legs and executed the job like a pro, no doubt he is a master of the game!"
She went from leaning in with arms on her lap to sitting straight and sighed in a small voice:
"Anyway, I was irritated with seeing his face around when I reached the climax."
But then, a little beam smeared her face, and silently she grasped the worth:
"With such kind of orgasm, I can finally relax my libido."
As different opinions from a sexual treatment kept visiting her unsettled mind, suddenly she remembered the distraction images of segmented moments which surfaced on her mind from nowhere to interfere with her moment of happiness.
Inquisitively, she raised her brows:
"Wait! What was that?"
Especially the images of the unknown man she was sitting on top of _ riding him on bed like a horse, who appeared to her when she was on a verge of climax during intercourse with Jake.
She frowned, now lowering her brows:
"Who's the man?"
Ishtar seemed to have developed an unwillful forgetfulness about her wedded husband Bob Lee, an amnesia that lasted for nearly two years now. In the midst of complicated thoughts, she scratched the back of her head at the spot where a metallic rod was hit _ back when Pixie's family conspired to steal her baby.
These on and off distraction images which her mind perceived were not adding up dots to make sense to her at the moment. But she couldn't let go easily.
"That room where I was making love... was different! Appeared so special...!"
Thoughts grew weirder and stubborn, making her restless.
"No!"
She stood up instantly off the lavatory seat and immediately, on fast feet she decided to confront herself infront of a wall mirror inside the bathrooms. In panick, Ishtar pulled her blouse up and looked piercingly through, at the scar which drew vertically on her lower abdomen.
"Is this how I got this scar?"
A surgical operation was part of the images that appeared on her mind amidst a quickie with Jake.
She can't forget how sensitive these images were _ seeing doctors standing around her with blood all over on gloves on the hands of one of them, then he fishes a newborn out of her womb.
"Dammit!"
Suddenly Ishtar began panting _ sweating _ looking so scared and perturbed due to these on and off images she seemed to have no idea about. She released her blouse to cover back her stomach scar, and rushed out of the bathroom immediately.
But only to bump in Jake by the door as soon as she stepped outside.
Jake was patiently waiting for her. However, bumping into him here was the last thing she expected. This got her into more confusion:
On an instant Ishtar said with distaste:
"Come on, I expect you to be snoring on your seat by now!"
Immediately he stepped up and blocked her way to stop her from passing by. Then Ishtar shrugged with disbelief.
Extremely confident on his eyes:
"Can we get to know eachother more when the plane lands, that is if you don't mind?"
On hearing his reason, Ishtar exhaled a sigh to relax her nervousness first. And then, she turned his request down with a calm voice on a gentle smile.
"I believe you took all that was yours and left me with only that was mine! So please, out of my way..."
She added roughly:
"I mean now!"
And as she took a step forward to find her way out of his face, she killed it in a bit and added in a careless gesture:
"By the way, it would be selfish of me not to thank you for the muscles you showcased in there while riding me like a horse. However, your type is far from the ones I choose to be my close associates. Continue to enjoy your flight... Mr Jake!"
She winked at him and walked on, leaving him gazing confoundedly, feeling shallow and disrespected more.
As Jake was still standing, hands wrapped so embarrassed, trying to swallow the pain from Ishtar's cold shoulder as possible as a real man could, suddenly showed up an airplane attendant, fully in her beauty with a customer care smile.
"Gents are right opposite, Sir!"
On angry eyes, with a mad attitude, he turned to her straight in the bulging eyes:
"I see your damn face is new. Now listen good, I am flying first class for the ninth time on this same airline!"
Implying, he knew exactly where the gents were and why he was standing stranded at the lady's washrooms. So, better off she do herself a favor and back off.
But again, this was when his thoughts came opened to a reality that the only option left for him was to find his way back to his seat and accept fate: that he actually meant nothing to smart and gorgeous Ishtar, even after showcasing his mineral mining talent on her thirsty body.
Jake bitterly mumbled on his way back to his seat:
"Who does she think she is? She thinks I am the looser here? Am a handsome dude any beautiful lady would feel lucky to get down with _ she should take herself as an example! Just a cheap whore she is..."
Still haunted by the fact that he was used by a lady like a tissue, Jake arrived at his seat. To make matters worse, right across on the next row, Ishtar was, relaxing comfortably in her seat, nodding her head passionately to the sweet melodies in the headphones.
Perhaps the very reason why she saw him in her sweet dream before they even met was because he was right opposite. And having a high libido at that moment, unknowingly, she must have been haunted by thoughts, seeing men's well-toned physique with a desperate need to get laid, not until she finally mate.
Jake organised his bones and sat properly, holding side glances at Ishtar.
Uncomfortable on his seat, he couldn't take it any more and decided to turn straight eyes at her, to show that all his attention was focused only on her and he couldn't concentrate. But instead, Ishtar turned an angrily gaze at him when she sensed his serious stare, showing no interest at all.
This is when Jake came to his senses, that a quickie meant totally nothing to this beautiful young lady. He had to keep his intentions and handsome looks to himself. Slowly he slided on his buttocks thoroughly down, to nearly vanishing into the seat, crashing in thoughts. Hence leaving Ishtar alone.
Above the world's chaos, the mighty white airbus continued to soare quietly on a silent journey to Paris.
Finally, the city of Paris welcomed Ishtar with high class treatment, no chaos except a conducive atmosphere. At the airport, in her high heels, a dark blue mini skirt and a purple blouse with transparent glasses on her eyes, she jumped into the rear seat of a diamond black long wheel base sedan.
"Welcome to Paris madam!"
A gentleman who worked as her driver gave a warm welcome as soon as she sat. The car cruised on a smooth tarmac of the city upto a grand sky scrapper hotel named comamsava where she had booked her short stay for the period she had to accomplish her mission of assassination.
However, another unexpected car parked on the hotel side and inside it Jake was, eyes behind shades, tailing Ishtar's movements.