Straight Female / 38
After college I got a job paying decent wages and I was offered several credit cards. Within one year I owed so much between the credit cards and school loans that if I paid half my then salary, it would take at least 10 years to pay off the debt. I entered into a court supervised program, and my wages were garnished to pay the debt.
I struggled with bills, moved into a lower level apartment, I lost my car to repossession, I had to go on public assistance, and I was totally dependent on public transportation. My life spiraled down, my nice clothes that I had bought when I was using credit became a joke, but it was all I had. The few replacement clothes I got from thrift shops.
My situation got noticed by my department head, and one day we were in the lunch room and we talked for a minute. A couple of days later he kept me after work and asked me what was going on. He could tell that things were bad, he had asked my supervisor and she had told him about my garnishment and my situation.
He offered me a deal, I would do work for him after hours, and he would pay me 15 an hour, less than what I made, but anything was worth doing. I would help him with his personal investments, secretarial admin work, not real work. That is how I got to talking to him. Until one day he offered me more money if I slept with him, pure business, money in return for sex. No strings attached.
The next day that I was at his house I finished what I needed to do, and he came it and asked me if I had thought about what he said. He put 500 on the table, in cash. Cash so the trustee would not know about it.
He asked me to undress, he wanted to see what I looked like, to make sure I was his type. Once naked, he opened his pants and asked me to give him oral. And it went on from there, to the complete sex act.
After that first time, it was easier, giving him what he wanted, he always gave me cash. It went on for a long long time, past my thirty fifth birthday, past any chance to have a boyfriend, the money was always there, sometimes more and sometimes less, but always there. I lived better because of it, and one day I had paid off my credit card debt and my school loans, and my garnishment was lifted.
But I am not released from my obligations with him. It is too late to turn back the clock, my life happened and I am what I am. There are strings attached, at least on my side, and I believe on his side. 15 years is a long time, it is a lifetime.
I struggled with bills, moved into a lower level apartment, I lost my car to repossession, I had to go on public assistance, and I was totally dependent on public transportation. My life spiraled down, my nice clothes that I had bought when I was using credit became a joke, but it was all I had. The few replacement clothes I got from thrift shops.
My situation got noticed by my department head, and one day we were in the lunch room and we talked for a minute. A couple of days later he kept me after work and asked me what was going on. He could tell that things were bad, he had asked my supervisor and she had told him about my garnishment and my situation.
He offered me a deal, I would do work for him after hours, and he would pay me 15 an hour, less than what I made, but anything was worth doing. I would help him with his personal investments, secretarial admin work, not real work. That is how I got to talking to him. Until one day he offered me more money if I slept with him, pure business, money in return for sex. No strings attached.
The next day that I was at his house I finished what I needed to do, and he came it and asked me if I had thought about what he said. He put 500 on the table, in cash. Cash so the trustee would not know about it.
He asked me to undress, he wanted to see what I looked like, to make sure I was his type. Once naked, he opened his pants and asked me to give him oral. And it went on from there, to the complete sex act.
After that first time, it was easier, giving him what he wanted, he always gave me cash. It went on for a long long time, past my thirty fifth birthday, past any chance to have a boyfriend, the money was always there, sometimes more and sometimes less, but always there. I lived better because of it, and one day I had paid off my credit card debt and my school loans, and my garnishment was lifted.
But I am not released from my obligations with him. It is too late to turn back the clock, my life happened and I am what I am. There are strings attached, at least on my side, and I believe on his side. 15 years is a long time, it is a lifetime.
