Chapter 4: Preparing For My Final “Interview”

It was two days before I got THE phone call. Two days of suspense, second- guessing, and increasing worry. Two days of stalling my prying friends who were anxious to know if I had my old job back or not. Two days of putting off my dad’s repeated questions. Two LONG days. Two centuries it seemed.

When it finally DID come, it was a surprise because I didn’t recognize the number on the caller ID. All my previous contacts had been from the school secretary and so I had her name and number in my address book. As it turned out, it wasn’t the secretary who called me but Mr. Eisenberg himself. That was unusual and the alarms started to go off in my head.

“Hello Miss Wells, I was just calling to see if we could finish your final interview. I apologize for the interruption last time. Things seemed to be going well and I am sure with just a little more time I can make a final determination on your application.”

So far ... so good.

“With all the interruptions at the school, I thought it might be best to meet somewhere else, if that’s OK with you.”

Really, what could I say? As if I had any option other to say that is was fine with me.

“Great, how about lunch at the Holiday Inn across from the mall, say Sunday at noon? I hear they have a great brunch on Sundays.”

That took me a little by surprise. An interview for a Christian school position on a Sunday? My church services were usually done by 11:30 so that wouldn’t be a problem but still ... Again, what choice did I have?

“Great, look forward to see in you there - a lot more of you. I hope you’ve been thinking about what I suggested.”

Not exactly subtle, was he?

I hung up the phone and tossed it on my bed. What the heck was I getting myself into now? Under any other circumstances it would have been like a dream come true - meeting a married man at a hotel restaurant, knowing he had the hots for me. But this was different. This wasn’t ME making the call. This wasn’t ME luring him from his bitchy wife, pushing him and teasing him until his willpower collapsed and he caved in to his more primal desires. This time I was the one being played. He was holding something near and precious to me over my head - my teaching career. Being blackmailed somehow took the eroticism out of the situation. How would I explain this to my father? I sort of doubted that he would be proud of his daughter for getting her new job in this way. Sure, he was proud of me for being a slut, but that was when it came to teasing the guys, not professionally.

The answer was simple - I wouldn’t tell him! I normally never kept secrets from my father but this was one time I simply couldn’t tell him the truth. When I got the job - and I knew I would, no matter WHAT I may have to do to get it, he would be proud of me and the issue of HOW I got it would probably never come up.

Sunday morning arrived before I knew it and I woke up to the blaring of my alarm clock. Dang it, I had to get going! I only had an hour to get to my dad’s if there was going to be time for our “Sunday morning tradition” and I had so much to get ready.

Last night I’d prepared two outfits for today, one for church and one for my “interview”. It would have been fun to wear the second one to church as well - a pink mini-dress with plunging cleavage and the tiniest spaghetti straps barely keeping it over my boobs. I loved it especially because it made my boobs look great! It wasn’t the shorter dress in my closet but it was one of the shorter ones, just long enough for me to go without panties without having to worry about being arrested for public exposure! Yet as much as I loved it - and I knew my dad did too, it wouldn’t have gone over well in church, at least not publicly. I’m sure most of the men, and maybe some of the women, would have appreciated it but odds were I would’ve been asked to leave before even getting in the sanctuary!

So in addition to the pink dress, I picked out a longer black skirt and white blouse, an outfit similar to the one I’d worn to my last job interview in fact. It was still enough to draw some glares from more than a few of the older ladies in the church, but they didn’t bother me considering the appreciative stares I got from the men!

One thing I’ve always prided myself on and that is the ability to get myself ready quickly. I know so many girls that make it an ordeal to get themselves ready, spending hours in the bathroom doing lord knows what. In just 45 minutes I’d showered, shaved, done my hair and makeup, and was looking in the mirror to check out my dress!

My pussy tingled as I imagined my dad waiting for me. We had been doing this for years now, a quickie before church. The idea was to do it as close to leaving for church as possible, after we had dressed and were about to go. It wasn’t a time for extensive petting and such, just a quick fucking with him cumming inside of me. The idea was first, by cumming in me it kept my outfit clean; and second, it also meant that when we sat in the pews I was holding load of his fresh cum inside of me, often times even leaking out a bit! It was what I call true wholesome family fun - a father-daughter thing that we had turned into a sort of tradition and it was a rare Sunday we skipped our brief time together.

Pulling into the driveway, I recognized the car at the bottom of the driveway in front of the garage. Dang it, my Aunt Linda was already here. For that matter, maybe she had spent the night. In recent months she had been spending more and more time with my dad. At first I had been a bit jealous, feeling like it was sort of a betrayal of my mother but I realized that that my dad had needs too. Now with my mom gone I guess it was only natural for him and Aunt Linda to be closer. After all, they had been high school sweethearts at one time and he HAD been fucking her ever since, even if he DID end up marrying her older sister instead of her. Still, Sunday mornings were our special time together and she knew that so why was she here?

I went in through the garage entry and was surprised to see my Aunt standing there waiting for me. She gave me a smile and a hug and then turned to me.

“Now don’t worry Kelly, I know what you must be thinking. Yes, I did spend the night but don’t worry, I know what this time means to you - and him, so I would never DREAM of getting the way. He’s upstairs so go do your thing.”

I kissed her on the cheek and headed upstairs. Now THAT hadn’t turned out so bad. I checked my watch ... dang it, we would have to hurry if we were going to get to church on time! Fortunately, my dad was waiting for me in the foyer, in his suit and all ready for church. So many people dressed causal for church these days but my dad was still as it and tie guy. It was his turn to look at his watch and he shook his head while grinning at me.

“Cutting it a little close, aren’t we baby?” he chuckled as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, “You’d better get to work!”

My dad was already semi-erect which pleased me more than he may have known. It was good to know after all these years that my dad could still get an erection in anticipation of fucking me! I quickly got down to my knees, the Oriental floor runner cushioning me as I knelt in front of his dick, almost like I was praying. His dick was soon in my mouth and he groaned as I took all of it in.