Straight Female / 33
The Boss' Girl
Before the pandemic I was an HR Generalist for a company and I was asked to put on a series of seminars on objectification of women in the workplace. I went to an outside HR consulting firm for training and I got from them the four hour Power Point presentation.
When I put it on the first time, the Great Kahuna attended. He watched and kept silent until it was over. He pulled me aside, or rather he stayed in the conference room while I put my computer away, and asked me if I believed that bull shit. One thing that we were taught is that these trainings require senior management to support it or it dies on the vine. I asked him why he thought it was bull shit. He asked me if I was piece of drift wood or a woman.
The argument went around about me being a woman and if I wanted men to see me as a piece of drift wood. He said he saw me, as a woman, tits and ass and everything else in between. If he had his druthers he would have me over and knock me up and keep me in the kitchen. I was too much woman to be tossed out with the trash.
I was 28 so I I was pretty self aware of my body and presentation. I wore makeup and clothes that flattered me and he asked me if I wasn't objectifying women by dressing like that, to attract his attention. I wasn't able to hold up my end of the argument and he told me right out that he hired me for one thing, and one thing only. And that was to bring a woman into the organization (there was a 90:10 ration of men to women). He wanted his boys to lust over me, knowing full well that I wasn't available to them. From then on I was to dress up and show off my goods, when he looked at me he wanted to see cleavage and hips and tits and me pretty.
I didn't last long, he made it clear that he wanted me and I knew exactly how he wanted me so be ready. He didn't waste time either, he did at least 'take' me in my apartment. Once my head was screwed on properly I made him happy. All these HR presentations went by the wayside. When the shut downs came he let go of the Director of HR, a fifty five year old man who moved to the West Coast to be close to family, and put me in that 'chair' under his direct supervision. The plant's object was deemed critical and there was no shutdown and he insisted on me working at the office where he could see me in person. The long months became difficult and he slept with me often.
I work for him, and attend to him outside of the office. I don't follow the HR Industry guidelines. The seminars I put on are about productivity. Everyone in the plant know who's woman I am and they treat me that way. I don't get leered at or have whispers behind my back. I'm the boss' girl and they respect that. The only one objectifying me now is him.
When I put it on the first time, the Great Kahuna attended. He watched and kept silent until it was over. He pulled me aside, or rather he stayed in the conference room while I put my computer away, and asked me if I believed that bull shit. One thing that we were taught is that these trainings require senior management to support it or it dies on the vine. I asked him why he thought it was bull shit. He asked me if I was piece of drift wood or a woman.
The argument went around about me being a woman and if I wanted men to see me as a piece of drift wood. He said he saw me, as a woman, tits and ass and everything else in between. If he had his druthers he would have me over and knock me up and keep me in the kitchen. I was too much woman to be tossed out with the trash.
I was 28 so I I was pretty self aware of my body and presentation. I wore makeup and clothes that flattered me and he asked me if I wasn't objectifying women by dressing like that, to attract his attention. I wasn't able to hold up my end of the argument and he told me right out that he hired me for one thing, and one thing only. And that was to bring a woman into the organization (there was a 90:10 ration of men to women). He wanted his boys to lust over me, knowing full well that I wasn't available to them. From then on I was to dress up and show off my goods, when he looked at me he wanted to see cleavage and hips and tits and me pretty.
I didn't last long, he made it clear that he wanted me and I knew exactly how he wanted me so be ready. He didn't waste time either, he did at least 'take' me in my apartment. Once my head was screwed on properly I made him happy. All these HR presentations went by the wayside. When the shut downs came he let go of the Director of HR, a fifty five year old man who moved to the West Coast to be close to family, and put me in that 'chair' under his direct supervision. The plant's object was deemed critical and there was no shutdown and he insisted on me working at the office where he could see me in person. The long months became difficult and he slept with me often.
I work for him, and attend to him outside of the office. I don't follow the HR Industry guidelines. The seminars I put on are about productivity. Everyone in the plant know who's woman I am and they treat me that way. I don't get leered at or have whispers behind my back. I'm the boss' girl and they respect that. The only one objectifying me now is him.
