Very drunken dude gets help by a girl

Sasha adjusted her camera angle, making sure her cleavage was perfectly framed for her OnlyFans followers. "Hey, my little paypigs," she purred into her phone. "Mistress is 30,000 feet in the air today, heading to Vegas for a convention. Think about all the trouble I could get into."

Her eyes scanned the first-class cabin until they landed on him – a man in his late twenties wearing a red lumberjack shirt that was already half-unbuttoned. He was nervously knocking back what appeared to be his fourth miniature bottle of whiskey since takeoff.

"Ooh, looks like we've got a nervous flyer," Sasha whispered to her phone, zooming in slightly. "I do love a man who can't handle his liquor."

The flight ended with a bumpy landing that had the lumberjack gripping his armrests with white knuckles. Sasha kept her phone trained on him as they deplaned.

"Watch this, my darlings," she murmured. "I think our little woodsman might have had a few too many."

The man stumbled into the aisle, reaching for the overhead compartment. As he lifted his arms, his red shirt fell open completely, revealing a surprisingly toned chest. But worse was yet to come.

As he strained to lift his suitcase, his pants began sliding down his hips.

"Oh my god," Sasha whispered, her followers' notifications flooding her screen. "Look at this guy, he's completely wasted – haha."

The pants slipped further down with each grunt of effort until they pooled around his ankles. The entire cabin was treated to the sight of his bare ass as he struggled with his luggage.

"I'm so... so sorry," he slurred, attempting to pull up his pants with one hand while still wrestling his suitcase with the other.

The effort proved too much. His pants dropped completely as he lost his balance, standing there bottomless for all to see. A collective gasp went through the passengers. In his panic to pull them up, he bent over, presenting his asshole directly to an elderly couple behind him.

Sasha's viewers were going wild. "TIPS RAINING IN FOR THIS CONTENT, MISTRESS!" one message read.

"Time to disembark, everyone," the flight attendant announced, trying to maintain professionalism.

The exit involved a steep set of stairs to the tarmac. The lumberjack made it down exactly one step before his legs gave out. He tumbled the rest of the way, landing in a heap at the bottom.

Sasha was there in an instant, phone still rolling. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice dripping with false concern.

"Yesh... I'm fine," he slurred, attempting to stand.

They boarded a bus to the terminal. Sasha pushed him on board, where he immediately turned to help other passengers, lost his footing, and fell backward off the bus.

"Clumsy today, aren't we?" Sasha cooed, helping him back inside and seating him between two elderly women. One cackled with delight; the other shook her head in disapproval.

Inside the terminal, Sasha continued her live stream. "What's your name, sweetie?" she asked, supporting his swaying body.

"Jake," he slurred. "I had two of everything on the plane. Never had Hennesy before."

"Never had Hennesy before?" Sasha repeated for her audience. "Oh, this one's special."

Jake needed help with everything – finding the restroom, holding his penis while he pissed (which Sasha captured for her VIP viewers), and even washing his hands afterward.

"I can't find my passport," Jake suddenly panicked, tears welling in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Mistress will help," Sasha said, rifling through his luggage. She found it tucked into a side pocket. "There we go. Can you even tie your own shoes?"

Jake shook his head, looking pathetic.

"Perfect," Sasha whispered to her phone as she led him to her car. "My followers, I believe I've found a new toy for our Vegas weekend."

As she drove away from the airport, Jake passed out in the passenger seat. Sasha turned to her phone one last time.

"Guess who just acquired a completely submissive, drunken man-toy for the weekend?" she purred. "The tips better be pouring in, because this one's going to need constant supervision."

Her phone buzzed with notifications as she headed toward the Strip, her new acquisition completely oblivious to what awaited him.