Simple. I'd fly a Brasilia up and down the coast fulfilling girl's mile high fantasies(of course, there would be pre-screening). The interior would look like Quagmires livingroom, complete with a faux fireplace that is clap activated. Ron Jeremy would be my F/O, who would fly while I was meeting with the clients, making the occasional "giggity" over the PA. I'd pay him in new Trident layers gum, of course. On weekends, I would offer a Golden Gate Hotbox service hosted by Wiz Khalifa while flying the Bay Tour. I'd pay him in M&Ms when he was munching.
This is pretty much a copy of my 1st grade "What I want to do when I grow up" essay. True story.