Straight Female / 39
Embarrassing But True
20 years ago, I was 19 and broke. I was working at a repair shop as a cashier while taking classes at a community college. My father had died when I was young, my mother was in a nursing home and I was pretty much on my own. I had moved in with a guy I had been dating for about 3 or 4 months, primarily to share bills because he to was working a job for little money. I had a Ford F150 with a lot of mile on it, it was my mothers before she went into the care facility. It ran and some of the guys at the shop would do minor repairs for me when necessary without charging too much. There were several guys there who wanted to date me, after all I was considered attractive. 5’9” tall, brown hair, 130 lbs, decent size B cup tits, and what most people considered a pretty face. Yes, I had lots of offers for dates and guys hitting on me but I never believed in dating someone I worked with.
The owner of the shop was a guy called Jeff. He was in his 50s, very tall, and probably weighed 270 - 300 lbs. He was also an asshole. If people didn’t immediately do something he asked, he’d threaten to fire them. I’ve seen him fire people for the slightest reason, or no reason at all if he didn’t like them. He was always hitting on me, asking me out, telling me dirty jokes, etc. He wasn’t worried about sexual harassment and, to tell the truth, I never really thought about trying to file a complaint about it. I did complain to a friend of mine but she told me I’d need to prove he was doing it or no one would believe me. I got to the point where I just tolerated him, his shoulder massages, comments about how my hair would look better down, or if my shirt was unbuttoned a little bit. I even canceled a vacation once because the only way he’d approve the time off was if I showed him my tits.
I was on my way to work one day when my truck just stopped accelerating. I barely made it off the freeway and coasted into the parking lot of a convenience store. The engine was running but the vehicle wouldn’t move. I called the shop where I worked and one of the guys sent a wrecker to tow me in. One of the guys had it dropped in his stall so he could check it out, but it was bad news. He told me my transmission was shot and would have to be replaced. He was getting some prices for me and would let me know once he had. He could tell how upset I was, I drove over 20 miles each way for work and had no idea what I was going to do. To try and help he told me he would install the transmission himself for free if I could come up with the cash to purchase one.
I could barely concentrate on my job that day. The mechanics left at 4:00 but I worked until 6:00 so that people could pick up their vehicles. About 5:30 Stan, the mechanic, came to me and said he had some prices. He’d found a reman transmission for $3300, and a used transmission with 80,000 miles on it for $1450. The reman came with a 5 year 60k mile warranty, the used one had a 6 month 6,0000 mile warranty. While I was waiting to leave, I called everyone I knew to see if I could borrow money but no use. I got my friend to come pick me up and take me home but she couldn’t get there until after 7 when she got off. We were closed and it all hit me at once and I just started crying and couldn’t stop.
Jeff walked out of his office and saw me crying and asked what was wrong. I told him my transmission was shot and I needed a new transmission. I showed him the prices Stan had found and explained that I just didn’t have the money and didn’t know what to do. Jeff thought for a moment and then said “I can get your truck fixed for you, if you want me to.” I knew there was a catch, he never did anything just to be nice, and asked him what it was. He said if I went into his office with him and stripped down and gave him a blow job he’d have the used transmission installed for me. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was shocked! I couldn’t speak at first, and then started cussing at him. He laughed and told me to forget about it then and got up to leave. I was about to freak out but I asked him to stop and told him, if he put the reman transmission in and also paid Stan’s labor, I’d do it. He thought about it and said “One blow job now, and one blow job when it’s done and you’ve got a deal.”
I’m not proud of it, but I stood up and took off all my clothes, I knelt in front of him and undid his pants and slid them down and tried to give him the best blow job of his life. It took nearly 20 minutes of licking and sucking, but he finally came. True to his word, he had the transmission delivered the next day, Stan installed it the following day, and then I stripped down again and sucked his cock for the 2nd time, this time he fondled my tits as I did. When he was done, I had him give me the invoice stamped PAID and I left. I immediately started looking for another job and quit 3 weeks later.
The owner of the shop was a guy called Jeff. He was in his 50s, very tall, and probably weighed 270 - 300 lbs. He was also an asshole. If people didn’t immediately do something he asked, he’d threaten to fire them. I’ve seen him fire people for the slightest reason, or no reason at all if he didn’t like them. He was always hitting on me, asking me out, telling me dirty jokes, etc. He wasn’t worried about sexual harassment and, to tell the truth, I never really thought about trying to file a complaint about it. I did complain to a friend of mine but she told me I’d need to prove he was doing it or no one would believe me. I got to the point where I just tolerated him, his shoulder massages, comments about how my hair would look better down, or if my shirt was unbuttoned a little bit. I even canceled a vacation once because the only way he’d approve the time off was if I showed him my tits.
I was on my way to work one day when my truck just stopped accelerating. I barely made it off the freeway and coasted into the parking lot of a convenience store. The engine was running but the vehicle wouldn’t move. I called the shop where I worked and one of the guys sent a wrecker to tow me in. One of the guys had it dropped in his stall so he could check it out, but it was bad news. He told me my transmission was shot and would have to be replaced. He was getting some prices for me and would let me know once he had. He could tell how upset I was, I drove over 20 miles each way for work and had no idea what I was going to do. To try and help he told me he would install the transmission himself for free if I could come up with the cash to purchase one.
I could barely concentrate on my job that day. The mechanics left at 4:00 but I worked until 6:00 so that people could pick up their vehicles. About 5:30 Stan, the mechanic, came to me and said he had some prices. He’d found a reman transmission for $3300, and a used transmission with 80,000 miles on it for $1450. The reman came with a 5 year 60k mile warranty, the used one had a 6 month 6,0000 mile warranty. While I was waiting to leave, I called everyone I knew to see if I could borrow money but no use. I got my friend to come pick me up and take me home but she couldn’t get there until after 7 when she got off. We were closed and it all hit me at once and I just started crying and couldn’t stop.
Jeff walked out of his office and saw me crying and asked what was wrong. I told him my transmission was shot and I needed a new transmission. I showed him the prices Stan had found and explained that I just didn’t have the money and didn’t know what to do. Jeff thought for a moment and then said “I can get your truck fixed for you, if you want me to.” I knew there was a catch, he never did anything just to be nice, and asked him what it was. He said if I went into his office with him and stripped down and gave him a blow job he’d have the used transmission installed for me. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was shocked! I couldn’t speak at first, and then started cussing at him. He laughed and told me to forget about it then and got up to leave. I was about to freak out but I asked him to stop and told him, if he put the reman transmission in and also paid Stan’s labor, I’d do it. He thought about it and said “One blow job now, and one blow job when it’s done and you’ve got a deal.”
I’m not proud of it, but I stood up and took off all my clothes, I knelt in front of him and undid his pants and slid them down and tried to give him the best blow job of his life. It took nearly 20 minutes of licking and sucking, but he finally came. True to his word, he had the transmission delivered the next day, Stan installed it the following day, and then I stripped down again and sucked his cock for the 2nd time, this time he fondled my tits as I did. When he was done, I had him give me the invoice stamped PAID and I left. I immediately started looking for another job and quit 3 weeks later.
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