Chapter 14
Ali was humming to herself in the kitchen as she fixed supper for Alex. It had now been a week since her interview, and even though she was still nervous, she felt a sense of confidence about her chances.
Mr. Fox, the station manager, had been friendly. While being very professional, he had seemed to be impressed with Ali. He had spent quite a bit of time with her, asking her all sorts of questions, then told her he would call her the following Monday to let her know if she got the job or not. She was waiting for his call.
During the past week Ali had worked out her schedule at college, changing some of her classes to make it easier for her to work full-time at the station. As she had expressed to Mr. Fox, she wanted to complete her final term and get her degree.
He had agreed with that sentiment completely. He told her that, if she did get the job, he would be willing to work with her to make sure. That seemingly innocent statement had told Ali he was actually considering her for the job, over the other applicants.
Ali heard the sound of a car in the drive; a few minutes later Alex came in the back door. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. Since the blow-job in the car the day of the funeral, they had carefully avoided any sexual contact with one another, although she was ready and available to him if he ever gave any sign he wanted her.
"Hi," Alex said. "Heard anything yet?"
"Nope."
"Well, don't worry. I know you'll get it."
"From your lips to God's ears!" she told him with a laugh.
Just then the telephone rang and she stared at him with round, surprised eyes. "Maybe you should answer that?" he said.
Ali walked slowly to the wall phone and lifted the receiver. Identifying herself, she tried to keep the nervousness out of her voice.
"Ali, this is Mr. Fox. I was just calling to let you know that after some careful consideration, we feel you are the best person for the job. Congratulations."
"Oh, Mr. Fox, thank you!" Ali exclaimed. Then she tried to regain control of her emotions and sound more professional. "When would you like me to start?"
"Why don't you come in tomorrow around two, if you can make it then. We can sit down and discuss what it is you'll be doing."
"Yes, sir, I can make it then."
"Good. You'll have a week to get ready behind the scenes before actually going on as our new weather girl. How does that sound to you?"
"Fantastic! Oh, Mr. Fox, thank you so very much!"
"You're more than welcome, ALI. I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow."
Ali hung up the phone and turned to find Alex standing right behind her. "I GOT IT!" she cried, leaping up and letting him catch her in his strong arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Oh, Alex, I got it! I'm going to be the new weather girl!"
Alex grinned and kissed her as she unwrapped her legs from his waist and stood up. "Well, I would say this calls for a celebration, wouldn't you?"
"What did you have in mind?" Ali asked coyly, leaning against his hard body. Taking in his masculine scent, she let him know anything he had in mind was perfectly all right with her.
"What about the two of us getting all dressed up and going out to dinner?"
"All right!"
"Good. I'll meet you in the living room in half an hour, if you can be ready by then."
"I'll be ready before you are!" she told him.
"We'll see."
"Hey, where are we going? I'll need to know what to wear."
"Arthur's," he told her, naming the most expensive restaurant in the city.
Ali turned and ran for the stairs, hurrying up to her room and closet. She picked out a black, sexy silk dress she had purchased the other day, but had never worn before, placing it on the bed. It was low-cut in front, split almost to her navel, which would show off her tits to perfection. There was no back to it right down to the crack of her firm ass. And it had a slit up the front side that exposed her legs to their best advantage.
Ali had taken a shower just before starting supper, so she wouldn't have to take another. Otherwise she would never make it in half an hour. She quickly stripped off her jeans and halter-top and went to her dresser and selected a pair of very brief bikini panties, a garterbelt and a new pair of hose.
As she put them on she felt deliciously sexy and slightly naughty. But she didn't care. It felt good! She couldn't wear a bra with the dress, but that was all right, because she didn't need one. Her full, round tit-mounds were perfectly formed and stood up on their own without support, seemingly in defiance of the laws of gravity.
Ali slipped the dress on and stood before her full-length mirror. She finished fixing her hair and touched up her makeup. On impulse she ran a white silk ribbon through her hair, working it into a braid with her long raven locks. She liked the way it set off her hair.
Once that was done she put on her jewelry, all of which had been purchased with the money she earned by fucking and sucking.
Ali finally finished and took a good look at herself, and liked what she saw staring back at her. She knew she looked like a very sophisticated woman on her way up in the world; which, she felt, was true. Soon her face would be on every television in the city as she announced the nightly weather forecasts. But in her mind, that was just the beginning.
She anticipated moving to the news desk, and if she was really good-and just a little bit lucky-she would get picked up by one of the major networks. That was her ultimate goal.
The thought sent a tingle of excitement down her spine. With a short laugh she pulled the black boa from the closet, which went with the dress, and hurried from her room and down the stairs.
"Beat you," Alex said with a grin as she reached the bottom of the steps.
When Ali turned to look at him, they both stopped to stare at one another. Other than at the funeral, this was the first time she had ever seen Alex dressed up. She was amazed at the transformation.
As a supervisor for a large construction firm, he liked to wear jeans, boots, work shirts and a hard hat. He was just "one of the guys," despite the fact that he was their boss. The men respected him for it.
Now, as she looked at him dressed in a white dinner jacket, black trousers, a pleated white shirt and black bow tie, Ali stopped and stared as if she were seeing Alex for the first time. Which, in a way, she was. And she definitely liked what she saw! He looked so handsome, so strong, and so damn sexy! Ali could tell from the look in his eyes that he was seeing her the same way.
"Maybe I should take a gun along," he teased.
"Why? To keep the women off you?"
"Nope. To keep the men off vow!"
Ali laughed and took his arm. They headed for the car. Just before getting in, she saw Bonnie and Rick, talking on their front porch, their heads close together. Ali had a feeling things were going to work out for them. Even though it meant she would be losing a customer, it didn't matter to her.
For the next three hours she and Alex enjoyed themselves in a way that hadn't happened since before the death of Sara. They laughed and joked with one another all during dinner. Afterward, as he held her close while they danced, she could feel her body responding to him. And Alex's to her. She would subtly rub her pussy against his hard cock, and nuzzle his neck as they danced. She was letting him know she was his for the taking.
When they returned to the table, he reached inside his coat and withdrew an envelope, handing it to Ali.
"What's this?"
"It's a letter from Sara. She wrote it about two weeks before she died, almost as if she knew what was coming. She wrote one to me and one to you. But she asked me not to give you yours until the right moment. I think this is the right moment. Go on, read it."
Ali opened the envelope nervously and began reading. Her eyes opened wide in surprise as she continued. In the letter, Sara told her that she should stay with Alex because Alex loved her. She said that she, Sara, knew this and didn't mind. She knew Alex was going to have to love someone after she was gone; she was only glad it was someone of whom she approved.
Sara went on to say she-knew Ali was in love with Alex, and that Ali should have come to realize that by now. Which, again, Sara also thought was great.
She told Ali she had transferred all the stocks and bonds she had purchased over the years, through careful study of the market, into both Ali's and Alex's names. And, even without them, Alex made more than enough to support the two of them.
Sara's only request was that, if Ali did marry Alex, she give up fucking other men for money. Sara's letter went on to tell her that, with Alex in her bed, she wouldn't need any other man, since Alex could satisfy any desire she could ever have.
Ali finished the letter, not knowing what to say.