Alina Adrift Pt 1, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-05-14. Times viewed: 997.
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- Intro: A young woman from Idaho arrives tentatively in New York. She charms a charismatic cabbie who unbelievably pushes the right buttons and she lands a job where she wanted to be positioned, in advertising agency.
Part 1
The tall young woman at JFK waited patiently for a lull in the crowd and then moved into the line for a taxi. The cabbie nodded to her and went to toss the first of two big bags into the trunk when he grunted and said, “What the hell do you have in this bag?”
“My everything.”
“Eh?”
“Everything I owe is in these bags. I have come to New York to establish my career and there’s no turning back.”
“Well baby with an attitude like that you have a chance of making it.”
“I’m not a baby; I’m a young lady.”
“Eh?”
They headed for her hotel in Manhattan.
“My name’s Jake.”
“Good morning Jake. My name is Alina van’t Hoff.”
“An alien eh?”
“No I was born in Idaho but my parents came to America from Amsterdam shortly after they married.”
“And then had you.”
“No, I entered this world after my two brothers.”
“Ah the little girl mommy so badly wanted. She must have cried when you headed off here.”
“Thank you Jake but I don’t wish to think about it,” Alina sniffed.
“Have a big cry darling. I have tissues here.”
Alina said stiffly he must not call her darling. They had not been formerly introduced and besides there was no romantic attachment between them.
Jake mumbled he’d love to remedy that but Alina appeared not to have heard that. Well, she was looking around wildly doing what Jake would call gawking.
“We’re moving on to the Dutch Highway.”
She laughed, “Stop kidding me.”
“It’s actually the Interstate 678 but this local section is called the Van Wyck Expressway after New York’s first mayor following the merger of five boroughs.”
“No kidding?” Alina said wide-eyed.
“No kidding miss.”
“Wow. Thanks for that brilliant piece of information. Oh you may call me Alina.”
“There she is,” Jake said proudly.
Alina looked around for a woman but they were on a busy freeway with no pedestrians in sight.
“I can’t see anyone?”
Jake pointed. “There she is, the Empire State Building.”
“Omigod, stop. My camera is in the trunk.”
“Alina darling. If I were to stop now I’d probably be given two years in the pen for bringing New York to a partial grinding halt.”
“You’re joking.”
“Right I’ll stop and will see you in court in the morning.”
“Oh god no, I can’t go home in disgrace.”
Jake cackled “Heh-heh-heh.”
“What have you been hired to do Alina?”
“I have nothing in prospect yet. I’ll be lining up the advertising agency that’s in a nice location close to reasonably priced cafes in a safe area with splendid views of the Hudson.”
“What are you on Alina?”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. Listen babe you have little chance of finding a job if the recruitment people don’t know you or unless you have a triple-A performance rating. Here in the Big Apple we are the best and only hire the best.”
“So who do you hire Jake?”
Jake replied evasively, “We’ll get a glimpse of the most beautiful lady up ahead.”
“What the Brooklyn Bridge?”
Jake laughed and said she had humor. He then said pointing through the haze as they entered an intersection, “There she is.”
“Oh Jake, ohmigod, the Chrysler Building. This proves photos don’t lie. She’s stunning.”
“Thanks,” Jake said, beaming.
He made a call on his hands-free phone.
“Glen it’s your Uncle Jake. I have someone in my cab looking for a job. See that she gets one in your outfit. Meet me outside in seven minutes.”
Because it was a hands-free call, Alina could hear this intriguing conversation.
“Uncle Jake I’m a junior exec. We have people who hire people.”
“Remember that fifty bucks I gave you when you were desperate to take out that babe to a club and your dad would only give you twenty-five? You never paid me back. Well it’s payback time now. This babe from Idaho will be history inside a week if we don’t rescue her.”
“From Idaho. Oh Jesus. Is she a great looker, intelligent, street savvy with a track record of working in advertising agency?”
“She’s most of that. Her name is Alina van’t Hoff, American born to parents from Amsterdam and she’s as tall as you are and better looking but with freckles and a cute pair of puppies and displays an openness that is richly appealing.”
“Freckles! Oh great. And by openness you mean cutely naïve?”
Alina squirmed and notice her movement in the rear vision mirror Jake grinned.
“Glen do we have a deal or do I have to tell your mom that ten years ago you took a sixteen-year old to a nightclub.”
“Fuck don’t do that Uncle Jake. I’ll be waiting outside. Remember it’s a no-stopping zone.”
“Thanks Glen, I knew I could count of you coming through for Alina.”
Jake grinned and said, “There you go babe. Glen Armstrong will do his best for you. I’ll check your bags in at your hotel.”
“I can’t allow you to do that?”
“Why not?”
“I… I can’t say.”
“Look Alina, here’s lesson one for a Midwest blued-eyed babe new in New York. If you don’t trust someone who you can trust, just who can you trust?”
Alina burst into laughter. “God you are so cute Jake. You should be a cabbie in movies. Dad said he’d heard New York cabbies were in a league of their own. Answer me this, do you truly love your wife?”
Jake sighed. “Usually I never talk to strangers about my wife and family because some things should be private. But just for your ears, Kitty isn’t all that pretty and she’s now a bit over-weight but she’s given me three great kids and Kitty is my darling.”
“That satisfies me Jake because I already was half sure you were a genuine guy. Please deliver my bags to my hotel. I’ll give you a hundred bucks.”
“Fifty bucks of that will be returned. We Yellow Cab drivers can be heroes when we wish.”
“Oh thank you Jake. I’ll catch up with you again and give you flowers for Kitty.”
“Oh yeah. Have you any idea how big is Manhattan and how many cabs there are?”
“Just count on it happening Jake. I only sound and act naïve but my brain is anything but that.”
“I like your style baby. And I think New York will like you.”
Jake pulled up outside a nondescript brown tower that housed Dougal & Hudson Advertising, named after the two guys who’d founded the firm eight-three years ago. A smartly suited curly blond guy opened the rear door and said, “Welcome to New York City Miss Idaho.”
“Oh hi Glen. Your zip is undone and it’s hanging out.”
Glen looked shocked and ducked back behind the cab door to check.
“Sorry Glen. That was just a little warning not to treat me like a naïve babe from Idaho.”
Jake arrived from behind the cab carrying Alina’s laptop.
“Best take this with you Alina. No one at the hotel is likely to try to snatch those two lead-weight bags.”
“Oh thank you Jake,” Alina said, kissing him as she would an uncle. “You are the first person apart from officials at the airport I’ve met in New York. You truly are an unforgettable character who’s given me such a great impression of NYC. Never before have I allowed anyone to get away with calling me babe but it sounded so natural coming from you. You are a great credit to this city’s corps of cabbies.”
The guys exchanged surprised glances.
Glen looked ever more surprised when Alina said, “Give Jake that fifty bucks you owe him. I don’t think Jake will require interest.”
Grinning Glen handed his uncle one hundred bucks and said, “Don’t bother with the change. This babe has made me feel ashamed.”
“Don’t you dare call me a babe,” Alina said grimly, advancing on Glen.
He took a step backwards, holding up his hands protectively and apologized.
“Oh way-out,” Jake laughed. “It only confirms to me baby you’ll turn out to be a surprise package.”
“Please don’t over-do your privilege Jake,” she smiled, just as the second cop within a minute in a cruiser said via the loud speaker, “Move your ass cabbie.”
“Use the extra fifty bucks to buy flowers for Kitty,” Alina yelled to Jake and he waved, grinning.
“Jake told you my aunt’s name?” Glen said almost in awe.
“Oh Glen, can you think of any other way I would have gotten her name? May we have coffee now?”
They sat on the 10th floor with views of other buildings and not even a glimpse of the Hudson River.
“What do you have to go to get a view of the Hudson?” Alina asked as Glen’s PA arrived with coffee.
“Get to at least the 16th floor via a series of promotions.”
“Well what better incentive. This room is a hole.”
“I agree with you Miss van’t Hoff.”
“”Oh Liz please call me Alina.”
Liz said Mr Armstrong had the talent to go right to the top of the agency.
Glen colored and looked at his watch. “Liz in five minutes from now would you please take Miss van’t Hoff to Mrs Stockman in HR.”
“Don’t you mean one of the assistants?”
“No I mean Mrs Stockman. My uncle might wring my neck if I didn’t give this young lady my best shot to get her employed here. Mrs Stockman has consented to do the assessment.”
* * *
With the preliminary interview completed Alina hurried off to her hotel. If her luggage had been stolen as a result of misplaced trust it would not be the end of the world because her parents had given her $5000 to help with establishment costs. But the loss of personal effects would be devastating.
Alina entered the modest hotel suitable for longer-stay residents. She arrived in her room and, just as the receptionist had said, found her luggage already there. She was so relieved and so happy and humming, began thinking of appearing before the recruitment subcommittee next day at 10:30. She also thought the hotel was so clean and the receptionist was smiley and her luggage had remained secure that it must be New York’s finest hotel.
* * *
Maggie Stockman called Glen.
“Well it appears you have found us a little treasure.”
“What?”
Maggie said kindly, “You don’t know anything about our Miss Freckles from Twin Falls, Idaho do you?”
“Twin Falls? Um no.”
“She’s twenty-six with a masters in advertising from Michigan State and has been working in public relations and advertising for a large company in Columbus, Ohio and her references are immaculate and have checked out. She apparently is a top-notch midfielder in women’s soccer and was a successful car rally driver until she left that activity after her co-driver was killed when they skidded on ice and crashed into a bridge abutment. Her mother is principal of a high school and her father is a motor engineer who modifies car racing motors and the references say although she has no formal training what she doesn’t know about maintaining car and boat engines is not worth knowing.”
“Omigod. And here was I thinking you might be able to place her in the accounts department. So do we have a vehicle servicing workshop?”
“I’m not sure that humor is one of your strengths Glen. However from my personal observations I think Miss Freckles would be an ideal companion for you. It’s time you stopped running round with these big-breasted bimbos and coupled with a real woman. Aren’t you rebuilding a ’36 Ford coupe? I read about that in your CV.”
“Jesus.”
“Yes Miss Mechanic would be very suitable I’d say. The panel interviews her in the morning. If I were you I’d keep lunchtime free because she’ll come to you wishing to celebrate. You won’t be her boss because she will be better suited elsewhere rather than Corporate and Professional Organizations.”
“Vehicles and Boating?”
“Oh good boy. Why don’t you take Murray for a drink this evening and work on him. I’ve already spoken to him but he’s really dubious about having a female on his team working with car, truck and boating clients.”
“Yeah right. I’ll do that. Maggie you are an angel.”
“I really fancy you darling but must remain true to Brad so why not toss a bottle of quality brandy my way?”
“Sure thing. And thanks.”
Glen called Murray about meeting for a drink at 6:00 and the invitation was accepted. He called Jake at 2:15 knowing Jake would have finished his shift and would be having lunch.
Jake said unhappily, “Why do you want the name of the babe’s hotel Glen? I don’t like the idea of you getting into her pants before she’s had time to settle in.”
“She’s likely to get a job with us in advertising, the vehicle and boat team.”
“Don’t you mean the fashion and makeup team?”
“This little honey drives rally cars and fixes motors.”
“Jesus. She’ll be great working on your Ford rebuild.”
“Oh I hadn’t thought about that.”
His uncle laughed and said liar.
“Come on Uncle Jake. I need to coach her about appearing before the recruitment panel.”
“Very well on one condition and that’s you don’t refer to her as a babe. That makes her angry.”
“Okay it’s demeaning anyway. She’s not babe.”
“I suggest you take a very close look at her son. I recognize a real babe in hiding when I see one. She’s at the Marlin.”
“Thanks, put me on to Aunt Kitty.”
“She’s on her phone talking to daughter Kate, telling her about the big bunch of flowers I brought home for her.”
“Well done Unk. Be careful, she’ll think you’re developing a heart.”
“Fuck off you cheeky asshole and remember to drop those fast women you run with the woo Alina.”
Glen was soon speaking to Alina.
“How did you get this address?”
“I needed to talk so twisted Uncle Jake’s arm. I heard about your preliminary interview and you go before the panel in the morning. I need to brief you.”
“Okay but not right now. I’m just out of the shower.”
“Oooh, what are you wearing?”
“Glen!”
“Ooops although with you being in advertising you can’t blame me for having a creative thought.”
She giggled and said he was fresh.
God his grandma used that word about guys. What planet was Alina from?
“I’m taking your potential boss out for a drink at 6:00. What say we do this over dinner at 8:00?”
“And then what?”
“I’ll then go to my shoddy apartment in a former warehouse but it’s what I call home. You’ll want me to do that won’t you?”
He heard her take a big breath. “Well actually after a couple of drinks and if you are articulate and impressive I’m not sure what I’d want you to do.”
“Do you do it on first dates?”
“Glen!”
“Ooops there goes me being creative again. Let’s just set the date at 8:00. There will be restaurants in your area.”
“There are a couple just opposite.”
“Good.”
“Glen I have this growing feeling I should reward you.”
“I don’t want to pressure you Alina. Just sit on it.”
“Oh god,” she squawked and laughed.
Glen put down the phone thoughtfully and patted his dick affectionately. What a surprise, for some reason he’d pictured Miss Idaho as being virtuous. That was now changed to being careful. He decided not to tell Alina about his Ford rebuild project that was barely underway. It was advisable to keep a few things up his sleeve; women liked being surprised.
* * *
Alina sat opposite, face a little flushed after a martini and being into her second glass of wine. The top of her floral dress was scooped and Glen had the impression he was gradually seeing more and more of the top curvature of those puppies.
He’d studied her face, discounting the freckles and could see the skin appeared flawless and her eyes were Arctic blue, quite stunning really. Her nose was in perfect balance, the mouth was generously wide but it was the chin that was the thing. It was square cut, with an absence of visible under hanging flesh, the feminine version of the jaw of an athletic man.
Yes take away the freckles as Jake had probably done and think about that firm jaw line and yes, it was a beautiful face and if she didn’t want to smear it in make-up and have skin tightened then so what?
“You’re staring.”
He jolted from his visual excursion.
“Not at your breasts.”
“Oh and what’s wrong with them?” she asked, juggling them and making Glen’s eyes almost pop.
She giggled.
“You don’t mind if I look at them occasionally?”
“Of course not. That’s why they’re there.”
Jesus, a woman who knew breasts had more than one purpose. Glen had to stop himself from panting.
“Are you sexually active?” she asked.
Glen jolted.
Jesus.
“I’m of Dutch ancestry. The Dutch are a pragmatic people.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that,” Glen said swallowing.
“I have a lovely body.”
“I… perhaps I guessed that.”
“And you?”
“Ah… um… I have been told my chest is great.”
“I knew it would be. And your legs Glen?”
“Um they apparently look strong.”
“And is there anything else that looks strong?”
Glen’s hand shot out for the wine bottle in the cooler. They both watched his shaking hand pour.
“Glen I’m sorry, I’ve been playing with you.”
“ I… I know.”
“And you’re not offended?”
“No of course not because I’m used to women talking to me sexy-like but that coming from you is a bit of a surprise.”
She smiled and said he had a false impression of her. “I love having sex.”
Glen looked around wildly but found fellow diners were not evacuating the restaurant or even looking appalled.
“Alina, please.”
“Oh yes, sorry. It’s the alcohol moving my thoughts through my mouth. Also my mind thinks I need sex; I haven’t had it for almost three months and in that time you have been the only guy to appeal to me.”
“Sh-shall we go,” Glen said holding up a hand and a waitress hurried over.
Outside they stood nervously.
“My courage has deserted me,” Alina said.
She couldn’t have said anything better to her hero. Glen said stoutly, “Please allow me to escort you to your bed, er to you room.”
“Oh thank you kind sir. I was in desperate need of kind action. Please hold my arm.”
As the door of the room closed, Alina said she needed a pee and excused herself.
Glen thought how the hell would he pull this one off and then had his confidence tumble. Oh fuck, she’d gone to the bathroom and was now climbing through the window to escape and summon the authorities there was a guy having sexual fantasies in her room.
He groaned.
The bathroom door opened and Alina came into the bedroom totally nude and said in surprise, “Aren’t you undressed yet?”
Glen shed his clothing in world record time.
She looked at his erection and he thought she looked disappointed but he remained confident, knowing what you did with it was all that mattered.
They kissed and gradually pressed in against each other and Alina adjusted so his dick stopped crushing itself against her thigh.
That felt much better, for both of them.
Their tongues entwined.
“Oh god this is heavenly,” she said for a short breather and to wipe away drool.
Glen saw the swollen breasts with aroused nipples and went at them like a dog after a cat.
“Omigod,” she groaned and apparently not wanting to be accused of being aloof and not participating, she grabbed his dick and began jerking it.
Not wishing to shoot far too soon, feeling he was near, Glen pushed her away, grabbed her under the knees and around the shoulders and threw her on to the bed.
She yelled something but blood echo was roaring in his ears so he didn’t hear. She appeared to be closing rather than opening her legs but he handled that and pushed in without a problem, making him think so that’s why she’d been expecting a big dick.
“How’s that?” he asked as their groins clashed, taking him fully home.
“You bastard,” she yelled. “I was asking you to wear a condom. I have no idea where you have been.”
Oh crap. Think quickly, he urged his brain.
“I only use condoms if I don’t trust the women and have a pretty good idea she’s not a slut.”
“Oooh thank you Glen. I was hoping to appeal to you. I’m on the pill.”
“We better get going,” he said.
She replied smiling she’d rather stay and fuck.
Glen grinned and decided he really liked this girl’s humor.
He got going, starting off in the routine of short in and out and slow, short in and out and slow, and gradually lengthen the stroke and accelerated the tempo. Then he lifted her legs high by the ankles and kept them raised.
“Oh-oh-oh I’m going to come.”
“Good, keep pushing back on me. You’ll have plenty left in the tank.”
She groaned into release and he said good, that would provide extra lube. “I was worried I might be a little big for you.”
“What?” she said in surprise and then bit her lip.
Well no woman happily declares she’s big in that department.
Glen left her to support one of her legs, using that hand to tease the clit.
When one of her hands arrived to begin smacking the pad just above the clit he moved that hand away and smacked her ass cheek solidly.
“Ouch,” she yelled, without obvious signs of distress.
He waited.
“Again,” she cajoled, confirming to him she knew all about fucking.
He whacked her and she began writhing and dry sobbing and he ran a finger around the exterior of her butt hole.
“Oh what are you doing to me,” she yelled, jolted heavily and came hugely.
Sweated, breathing heavily through an open mouth, his eyes rolled back, Glen blasted a big load in deeply.
He rolled off and grasping her nearest tit held on to it, chest heaving.
“God I feel as if I’ve been hit by a bus,” she wheezed, also breathing heavily.
“Nah, it’s because you’re so tight that we both got away well.”
“What?”
They slept and an hour later Glen awoke and quietly slipped away, leaving her asleep.
He’d found her lipstick and wrote on the bathroom mirror: ‘Great fuck. I like them tight’. He left his card beside the lipstick.
Alina called just after 8:00. Glen was shaving.
“I haven’t been properly fucked like that for a long time.”
“Good morning. Is that Sally, Anna, Mrs Soprano or Little Annie?”
“Asshole.”
“Oh I recognize that foul mouth. Good morning Alina.”
“You’ve ruined my lipstick.”
“Don’t you believe it; run hot water over it and press it into reasonable shape.”
“Is that so? That sounds like male bullshit. I expected you to stay and take me to breakfast.”
Glen laughed. “Sorry Alina. Eat nothing, drink only black coffee. I want you going into that interview mean and hungry. I want that panel knowing from the outset you want to work for the agency and you’re not wasting their time by pussy-footing around.”
“God who’d hire you?”
“Two of the five on your panel today were on the panel who hired me. Pity they are not male because I could have said you fuck really well. But I texted both woman this morning to advise I’d dated you, found you to be very moral, highly intelligent and you have success written all over you.”
“Is that true?”
“Hand over my heart. I wish you well. Now have a restful bath and make no attempt to rehearse what you’ll say. The panel knows you have already impressed Maggie Stockman otherwise you wouldn’t have made it to the panel interview. Just answer the questions intelligently, informatively and succinctly.”
“God you sound like you work in advertising.”
“Oh very droll my dear.”
“My dear? I’m not middle aged. Call me darling.”
Glen grinned and patted his dick. “What so soon?”
“Well I’m probably pregnant. I lied about being on the pill because I fuck unprotected to satisfy my desire for risk-taking.”
“Jesus Alina!”
“Oh you are a sucker when teased.”
“Alina tell me you were protected.”
“Of course I was darling. I only look stupid. I’m still a little shell-shocked this morning. No guy before you has ever mentioned I have a tight pussy.”
“Well enjoy that accolade with my compliments. I must run and you must relax. I am taking the afternoon off because I wish to show you something that may interest you.”
“You had it in my mouth and elsewhere last night.”
“Oh good one darling and bye. Be prepared to have a wild afternoon.”
Glen cut the call before she had time to demand a hint.
(more coming)
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