Life of a Dominant Futanari Alternative Chapter 45: Heading 'Home'

It took a couple of minutes to gather all of our things, but we were soon heading into the airport with a large smile on our faces. We took very little time to get into the line for the airplane company. The line was moving fast, much to my relief, and we soon had our passports out and checked in our luggage after I paid a fee for my second set of luggage. I felt sad seeing my suitcase full of toys go to the bottom of the plane, but I knew it was better than trying to bring it through the security checks. 

"You seem to be a bit behind." Suddenly, the woman said, "Our plane is departing in an hour and thirty minutes if on schedule." The agent informed us, and we got moving quickly. 

There was a large set of stairs before the security check, and I picked up our stuff for both Violet and I. "Come on, We need to move," I told her, which made Violet nod, and she was not in horrible shape as I moved just below a jog moving through the airport with my long legs. On the other hand, Violet had to jog to keep up. I started to take the stairs by two, and I was at the top with Violet trailing behind me. Then, I was in the line for the Security checks a couple of moments later with a long line ahead of us. 

Violet joined me a moment later, and a couple of dozen people quickly made the line longer behind us a moment later. Now, it was time to wait and follow the line. So I filled my time by grabbing Violet's ass and just molesting it. Just a slow massage and tease with my finger digging into the crack with her jeans refusing entry. Violet shivered but was loving the attention when I grabbed her breast, and she moaned a little loudly. 

"You know there are others in line with children, right?" A Woman suddenly said.

"Okay, And?" I said, not even bothering to turn, and grabbed her breast harder and started to jiggle it.

"You are being very inappropriate." The woman snapped.

"Okay, And?"

"Excuse me, but there are decency standards here," The woman sneered, not that I could see, but I could hear it in her voice.

"There is also something called minding your own business, but that doesn't seem to be in your vocabulary," I sighed, letting go of Violet's breast.

"Bitch, why do you have to ruin shit?" Violet suddenly snapped, "We were enjoying ourselves, and you don't even have a child with you. Go fuck off."

The woman was put off, and I finally turned to see a white woman clearly just about to go back to somewhere from a vacation. It seems she did not relax during that vacation. "Violet, she is clearly alone and has no one to touch her. You should feel pity, not anger," I said instead. The woman's face turned beet red, and I could see her getting angrier by the second as the Security moved more people along.

"Are you going to let that bitch say whatever she wants?" The woman said as she turned to an older black man, much to my surprise.

"Holy shit, I did not know that Karen's dated black men," I said honestly, surprised, "Names Angela and I am sorry about this woman here," I continued with a grin.

The Black man was seriously surprised at my sudden change in attitude and looked more at the white woman than at me. "Well, we are married," he said, "I paid off the holiday."

"Honestly, You have me gobsmacked," I told him truthfully, "I did not know Karen bitches could have such cool black husbands. Fuck is what I am saying now racist?"

I was looking over the guy, and he was older, probably in his late forties, but he was wearing a black tank top with a Metallica band on it. He was jacked, and I could see it all on his arms that he worked out often. He had to be cool.

"You know you're talking about my wife, right?" The man said.

"And that does not change anything that I said. I am a white woman, and I am calling her a bitch because she is acting like that. You clearly saw we were enjoying ourselves with some light teasing in the airport and nothing overt. I had nothing more planned," I turned to the woman, looking more and more angry by the second, "BECAUSE WE ARE IN AN AIRPORT," before turning back to her husband, "And she decided to get into my business. Since you seem to be interested, I have to ask how you are with her?" I asked, utterly uncaring of the angry woman inches away.

Violet giggled as she watched, and the man looked exasperated. "To be honest, I think you were being a little more handsy with your older counterpart than you think. You are in an airport, and it was mildly inappropriate."

"And we are almost at the front of the line where I would have stopped in a couple more minutes, and she would not have had to talk. Therefore, she had no reason to get involved with my business. But seriously, I am more interested in you. She is clearly a Karen who is getting involved with other people's businesses. So Why are you with her?

"Bitch, don't think I am racist just because I called you out."

It was at this moment that a security guard came up. "You two this way, Line four; You two that way, line one." Making us separate, and I moved with Violet over to our line. 

"You know you were the one in the wrong there, Right?" Violet said as we started putting things away and taking off our shoes. It was that stupid TSA shit, and we were going through all the steps to get back home.

"Yeah, Of course I know," I said with a chuckle, "But it would be boring to concede to her. She should mind her own business."

Yeah, that doesn't change the fact you were deliberately trying to piss her off."

"Of course I was. But I am still surprised that she had a black man for her husband. Like seriously, I could not believe that. I never heard of a Karen with an interracial husband, but it seems I might be a little racist myself." I said, and the Security guard moved me through the metal detector. I got through with ease and started to get dressed again.

Violet joined me a moment later, "I will not lie; that surprised me too. I thought she was alone. He was a handsome black man who was clearly fit. I wonder what he sees in her?"

"Well, Maybe he is into busybodies?" 

I chuckled as Violet snorted, and I picked up my things before putting on my shoes and getting out of the way for other people. Going through security for once was a quick thing, and we started to speed-walk to the terminal. I walked and checked the time on my phone, pulling it out, and a minute later, we were at the terminal that was calling for us to move forward. It was not even that long before we were at the front of the line and heading down the terminal toward the plane. It was amazing how smooth things were going; this time, we got seats near each other. When we got onto the plane, she was two rows away.

I somehow got a window seat, and Violet was in an aisle seat. When a taller man sat next to me, Violet came up and asked to swap seats, pointing hers out to be an aisle seat, which he happily accepted. So now we were sitting beside each other. But there was not much to do, so I leaned back and waited for the plane to take off. We just looked at each other, and I felt Violet slowly creep her hand into mine. She gripped it hard and then rested her head on my shoulder. She sighed deeply and snuggled up, and we waited for the plane to take off, which it did thirty minutes later. I decided to text Crystal before we took off and typed up a text.

The plane was going toward the runway when I finished the text.

Angela: Hey, sorry I have been out of contact for so long. I have so much to talk about with you, as this week was such an insane one. I cannot wait to see you but must catch up with school. I want you to know that I am on the plane back to the States right now and will be on American soil soon. I look forward to seeing you soon. 

With that, I put my phone on airplane mode as the plane headed down the runway. I nestled my head on Violets, and my eyes started getting heavy. It had been a long week, and I had no idea how my life would change when I got back home. Then I felt the plane going up into the air, and I closed my eyes and fell asleep. 

Suddenly, Jarringly, the world jolted, and my eyes snapped open. I looked around and out the window as Violet was looking around, too. Looking out the window, I saw we were on the ground again. "Did we turn around?" I asked, but I looked out, and it did not look the same as the place we had just left.

"Nah, you both were passed out looking cute for the entire trip. I hope you had a good sleep," the person in the aisle seat said, and I yawned and looked at him surprised. 

"Thanks; I am slightly disoriented from waking up so suddenly."

"No worries; I am glad you both had a good sleep. I was busy writing Erotica," the person said, and I wiped my eyes and looked at the person talking. It was a woman in their mid-thirties with red hair.

"What?"

"Oh, I love everyone's reaction when I say that. I write Erotica books, and I got a lot of writing done because you did not bother me. My readers will be happy." The woman chuckled, "Although my Bitch is a couple of aisles back, and I would have rather spent my time with her. I did enjoy getting some work done." 

"Oh, well, that is good. I am a dominatrix so that I can respect that." I chuckled, "But I don't really care if I am being honest. I don't really read anything other than textbooks at this time. When I have free time, it is more time for me to work out or spend with my lover or girlfriend. I am glad that you got some work done."

"Nah, Angela can be quiet on this. What is the Subgenre? We have a bit of time before we make it to the terminal."

"Mostly Sci-fi, but I have some Contemporary and fantasy. I enjoy it; it helps pay the bills and a little vacation with my lover once in a while. But to be fair, I couldn't have my current lifestyle without them."

"That is so interesting. You must be putting a lot of work into it."

"Absolutely, but I can only thank my small fanbase. I hope to build it up more, but it all takes time. They are more than generous to me. So here I am, coming back from vacation, putting my fingers to work."

"Well, I am glad it is working out for you."

"You can say that. Anyway, we are pulling up to the terminal, so we are all done," the woman finished and packed up her laptop, putting it into a black backpack. The woman sighed, leaned back, and closed her eyes as the plane started to come to a stop. Silence came over us, and we all waited. Then, the stewardess started to dismiss us, and people started to leave the plane.

I yawned, waiting, and the woman in front of us suddenly got up and helped another woman grab a suitcase, and the woman thanked her before leaving. We followed them out and followed them off the plane. We did not take long to get into the airport from the plane. Things had gone so smoothly, and nothing happened. Violet put her hand in mine, and we went to the baggage claim. Frankly, everything felt so mundane. It should have been more explosive. Something big happened, or some damn fireworks. 

Instead, it was boring, and we grabbed our bags after another thirty minutes since it seemed my bag was on the bottom. I grabbed it along with Violet's stuff and headed toward the Taxis. It was so mundane. It was so boring that everything felt weird, and I hated it. It felt like something should be different, but we got a cab and put our things in the back of the cab. It was boring, and the only change was that Violet kept her hand in mine. I just waited and watched the cab move through the city towards our hometown.

This odd feeling started to get more and more solid in me. I hated this, seeing the familiar sights of the city slowly turn into our town, and I felt Violet grip my hand tighter as the cab slowly brought us home. Before I even knew it, I was at the childhood house, and it felt ever so odd. We were grabbing our stuff, and I was just on auto piolet. I was just lost, I felt like, and I just continued to do things. It was almost like things were blinking past, and I did not know how to feel. My heart was beating in my chest as I found myself in front of the door, and Violet put her key into the door's lock and turned it. Then she let go of my hand, and I found myself smiling as the door opened, but my mind was telling me to scream.

I walked over to my room past Violet, and my father suddenly came down the stairs. "Welcome home!" He called out, and all I could think was, 'She's now mine, you stupid cuck. And there is nothing you can do about it. What a stupid cuck,' The contempt in my thoughts was scathing and dripped with pure sadism. It was a struggle not to sneer at him.

Instead, I smiled, "We are back~!"