American Airlines Credit Union Careers Stories

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Black Men are Gods Ch. 20

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Non-Erotic

My name is Byron Langston. A six-foot-one, lean and muscular Black man of Haitian and Native American descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I recently graduated from the University of Massachusetts ( Boston campus ) with a bachelor's degree in business administration. Presently, I work for United Credit Union, a local business. It's okay, I...

A Black Man's Paradise

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

The name is Ray Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm currently studying Business Administration at Carleton University. When I'm done, I'm thinking of moving to the United States of America. The real land of opportunity. The glass ceiling doesn't hang as low down there. In Canada, men and women...

Bangkok Heifer Ch. 01

by allforall on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

Thanks to TECHSAN for Editing and suggesting a multi chapter format Today I stand astride the summit of my success. I know that sound like pompous crap, but that's what I feel like today. My name is Michael Howard, I'm twenty-eight, weigh one sixty eight, have a face that is suntanned to brown, ruggedly handsome, and work as a construction engineer project...

Turbulence, a BTB Flash Story

by Magicidan on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

How ya Gonna Keep 'em Down on the Farm by Joe Young and Sam M. Lewis 1918 How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm After they've seen Paree' How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway Jazzin around and paintin' the town How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that's a mystery They'll never want to see a rake or plow And who the deuce can parleyvous a cow? How ya...

Why I Hated The Guy From The FBI Ch. 10

by Prolonged_Debut10 on Sep 25, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Note: All characters and areas portrayed in this story are purely fictitious, and are a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead is strictly coincidental. 34. A Funny Kind of Day "Charlie, if I lose my grip on this ladder, we will never catch up to this boat." "Then it is a good thing I have it anchored to the bottom of the...

Ad Men

by Charles Petersunn on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

This story is inspired by and modeled after a television show, Mad Men, appearing on AMC. However, nothing that happens in this story has happened on the series. Please be advised, the story is quite sexist as it describes a very sexist time, just like in the show. It's a satirical look at advertising and ads. Please note, all characters are at least eightee...

Mad Dog - First Strike Ch. 11

by crimepunk on Jul 15, 2020
Novels and Novellas

10 - Funny Money: VJ and I were killing time. We were chatting about nothing and waiting for the moment the clock struck five so we could bugger off home. A baseball bat thudded onto the top of my cubicle divider. Vik and I jumped out of our skins. Fforbes grinned at us. "Sorry to break up this meeting of the mothers union, but have you noticed?" "Notice...

Elixir For The Undead Ch. 05

by Vampire Sedet on Sep 11, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Sitting at their gate at Los Angeles International Airport, the sun had set 1 hour ago. The airlines made the announcement, "Attention all passengers, American Airlines, flight 726 will be boarding rows 20-30, as well as any passengers who are travelling today in our business class section, along with any passengers who are travelling with small children o...

Predator Ch. 05

by Adrian Leverkuhn on Sep 15, 2017
Romance

Genie Delaney left the University of Texas Southwestern Medical School campus, driving on Harry Hines towards downtown, then north on Oak Lawn, and then down Maple to Turtle Creek. She drove along the creek, looking at the dry winter grass along the waterway, the bare oak and pecan trees, their bare limbs hanging over the street, and she decided to drive up...

Pier 39

by eroslit on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Traci looked out over the masts of the fishing boats moored alongside Pier 39 at San Francisco’s Fisherman’s Wharf. Darkness was falling quickly and the Transamerica Building glowed inside and out. To her right, she could barely make out one end of the Golden Gate Bridge. She pushed a crab leg around her plate with a fork, not sure whether to put forth the...