How I Started Dating Him

I was invited to join a group at work to ride 100 miles for charity. I didn't have a bike but the group leader told me he could find one for me. He sent me to see Mr. J in Finance, a big wig. Mr. J sized me up and told me I was not suitable for the ride, not in shape and I was going to get hurt if I insisted on going. Being one that doesn't like being told no and I challenged him how so I was going to get hurt.

His answer was straight forward. I wasn't in shape, my thighs would give out and I would end up sitting on the saddle, chaffing my thighs, and pinching the nerves in my perineum, and my pussy was not going to work right after that. Falling off my chair and laughing in his face, he stood firm and told me I would ruin my pussy, was I was really intent on ruining my sex life for a group of idiots on bikes? Why not make a donation, save my pussy and go out with him instead.

Just another way to ruin my pussy I guess. He countered he was thinking more of getting me and my pussy in shape. How could I turn down a man who was committed to keeping my pussy uninjured and in shape? I made a donation and haven't ridden a bike yet.