Millionaire having sex, affair with a billionaire and more secrets from flight attendant who’s seen it all

WHEN Saskia Swann walked into her boss’s cabin on his luxurious private jet to serve breakfast, she found the property tycoon having sex with his famous dancer lover.

She slipped out without a word . . . because after working as a flight attendant for nearly two decades she had seen everything.

The 45-year-old has witnessed a Hollywood star with drugs, served one British PM champagne for breakfast and been insulted by a legendary, super-rich British singer.

Now she is telling all in an eye-opening new book.

Of the moment she walked in on her boss joining the mile-high club, she says: “All I could see were his feet poking out beneath the duvet. I couldn’t see his face, only her bare back. She was kneeling astride him, groaning. 

“It wasn’t the moment to ask, ‘Would you care for the full English?’”

Saskia had worked on commercial airlines for six years until the age of 29, when a chance encounter in a London bar led to a meeting with a recruiter of flight attendants for work on private jets.

£50K RUINED LEATHER

Saskia, who still flies, went on to be hired by wealthy bankers, oil barons and Saudi princes. 

She has witnessed air steward-esses being told to have boob jobs to keep their jobs, and been forced to hide evidence of mistresses.

But she says it is celebrities and the well-known who are the trickiest to deal with, no matter what time they fly.

She says: “There was a British Prime Minister who always liked me to serve him champagne for breakfast.

“And I witnessed a Hollywood star remove a wrap of cocaine from his waistband before heading to his private room.

“There was one US rap duo who caused £50,000 worth of damage when ink from their garish trousers left blue bottom-stains on the luxury white leather. It all needed to be replaced.”

She was also part of the crew which looked after the insulting British pop legend when he toured Europe. Attendants are regularly tipped £1,000 but he handed their captain a crumpled £10 note and told him: “Treat your crew to drinks on me.”

Saskia’s first job was for a Russian billionaire. She was offered a £40,000 salary, designer uniform and luggage, five-star hotels, free business and first-class flights if flying commercially, and a daily allowance of £80 and a company credit card. She was also treated to a wardrobe of clothes from Harrods. Saskia says: “I felt like Pretty Woman.” 

But she was horrified when her new colleagues told her the boss liked to sleep with his cabin crew.

Saskia, not her real name, had to sign eight confidentiality agreements and was told her client would be travelling with his wife and their two children.

Once on board the plane, which commercially can hold more than 500 passengers, she was gobsmacked by the luxury. 

She says: “In their bedroom there were fibre-optic ceiling lights, to emulate stars twinkling, over a king-size bed with puffy covers and cushions, all embroidered with the family monogram. The bathroom had a corner Jacuzzi bath with gold taps. Seat-belt buckles were to be polished — though not that many passengers wear seat belts, as they wrinkle clothes. 

“Fresh flowers were to be arranged, ice buckets loaded with champagne and mineral water, and bathrooms to be cleaned.

“I was told to sit on the toilet after cleaning, to check for any missed spots the boss might see from the loo.”

Saskia flew with the family from Istanbul to LA. But it was only when the wife disembarked that she realised he also had a model mistress. Before she came on board the crew had to erase all evidence of his wife’s presence on the plane, then the same again when the mistress left. Saskia was told: “One f***-up and we’ll all be sacked.” 

They also told her: “He expects a little bit more from his flight attendants. He likes us to sleep with him from time to time.”

Saskia got the “sex call” on a stopover in New York.

When she told one of the other girls that she felt sordid, she told her: “He’s a lovely man. You get on well and he’ll treat you like a princess. 

A COILED THONG

“So you can either risk losing your job or scrub that pretty face, dig out your best lingerie and enjoy being spoilt. At least you’re single, you’re not hurting anyone.”

They had dinner, went clubbing and he presented her with a diamond necklace and they went to his penthouse suite. She says: “We danced in our underwear and were having a food fight.

“He cut a comical figure. He, a powerful billionaire, leaping around the room, holding a king prawn to his mouth (his pretend rave whistle), pastry confetti clinging to his chest hair, cream on his face.

“Our dancing ended in sex, on the luscious carpet among scraps of food. Interminable missionary sex. I’m sure he had taken Viagra.”

It turned into an affair, conducted in luxury hotel suites. She felt guilty when she had to cater for the Russian in front of his wife, but feared for her job if she ended it.

She adds: “So my routine continued, with its five-o’clock calls and sex in the company of chandeliers, fine wines and the works of Monet, Picasso, Matisse.”

After three years, however, she told him she had left his service and moved on to the payroll of a Saudi prince. 

There she was told to scatter white rose petals for the prince’s wife, the princess — which changed to red when his mistress boarded.

Saskia says: “We scattered petals in the aisles, on seats, loads in the bedroom and some down the loo.” It had the desired effect, as the prince and his mistress wasted no time in getting down to business.

Saskia says: “I was heading through to the lounge when I saw him and his mistress having sex.

LUMPS & BUMPS

“There were lumps and bumps moving beneath a cashmere blanket, clothes discarded on the floor and what looked to be a thong coiled on the table next to the canapés.

“Fortunately, they were in the missionary position, facing the rear of the plane, so didn’t see me.”

When she worked for a tech tycoon, over lunch at the Ritz he offered to pay her to work for him exclusively in return for sex.

He told her: “Why don’t we go up to my suite? Fool around, have some fun, maybe talk figures? You can name your price.” She told him to stick his job and walked out.

Saskia revealed more about the sinister side of the private jet world.

She says: “One dodgy Saudi prince keeps his attendants in the ‘palace’, where they’re paid handsomely to provide sexual favours to him and other members of the royal family. He makes the girls take Aids tests every month, apparently. The girls sign up because the money is so good.”

Saskia adds: “The term ‘safe jet’ had nothing to do with the aircraft’s safety. It meant the plane’s owner did not expect you to put out.

“Attendants have a list of jet owners known to be dodgy, from those who expect sexual favours to others who demand their staff undergo cosmetic surgery, nips, tucks, Botox, boob enlargements or reductions.

“There will always be dodgy clients, but they tend to be in the minority. I’ve been fortunate to have worked for some amazing, decent clients — and I still do so today.”

• Above And Beyond: Secrets Of A Private Flight Attendant, by Saskia Swann and Nicola Stow, (Lume Books) is out on Thursday, £9.99.