Straight Female / 44
Sometimes We Do Things We Never Dreamed We Would Do
At the time I never imagined I would be one of those girls. I had an active social life, a good job, a close relationship with my family. Oh, and I was very involved in my church. I didn't have a steady boyfriend but I wasn't looking for one either. I was Twentynine.
My company was bought that year and I ended up working in the HR department. A couple of weeks after the acquisition I was called into the office of the Managing VP. A man in his fifties. He asked me to give him five names of my previous company coworkers to lay off. He didn't care what they did, put my name at number six. If I didn't hive him the names, my name would one of the five.
I was so upset I couldn't think. He told me to come around his desk and show him my legs. He put his hand high up between my thighs. He told me he liked girls like me, spread out before him. Did I understand. Give him give names, and show him what a girl looked like, waiting for him to have fun with her.
My job wasn't that important to me, I was more concerned with my friends. I wrote down five names, employees I didn't know personally. I let him reach up between my legs and feel me up. I lowered my panties and leaned over his desk holding my skirt in my hand. I cried silently. None of my friends were let go. I became his 'side hustle', mostly in his office but sometimes in a motel. I was asked for more names, and I was asked to get very familiar with him, orally.
A year went by, I did my job, the layoffs stopped, I allowed him to have sex with me, any way he wanted. I was one of those girls, keeping my job by kissing up to him, on my knees. It got normal, repetitive, he got as much sex as he wanted. Until he was laid off. I was asked by the President if he was a keeper. I said no, not at all. Was I sure of that? Yes. It didn't bother me at all.
My company was bought that year and I ended up working in the HR department. A couple of weeks after the acquisition I was called into the office of the Managing VP. A man in his fifties. He asked me to give him five names of my previous company coworkers to lay off. He didn't care what they did, put my name at number six. If I didn't hive him the names, my name would one of the five.
I was so upset I couldn't think. He told me to come around his desk and show him my legs. He put his hand high up between my thighs. He told me he liked girls like me, spread out before him. Did I understand. Give him give names, and show him what a girl looked like, waiting for him to have fun with her.
My job wasn't that important to me, I was more concerned with my friends. I wrote down five names, employees I didn't know personally. I let him reach up between my legs and feel me up. I lowered my panties and leaned over his desk holding my skirt in my hand. I cried silently. None of my friends were let go. I became his 'side hustle', mostly in his office but sometimes in a motel. I was asked for more names, and I was asked to get very familiar with him, orally.
A year went by, I did my job, the layoffs stopped, I allowed him to have sex with me, any way he wanted. I was one of those girls, keeping my job by kissing up to him, on my knees. It got normal, repetitive, he got as much sex as he wanted. Until he was laid off. I was asked by the President if he was a keeper. I said no, not at all. Was I sure of that? Yes. It didn't bother me at all.
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