Sort Of A Round About Way To Get Here, I Still Think I'm Part Lesbian

Sort of round about, I followed my older sister into the lesbian world when I was sixteen. My seductress was a friend of my sister's, a hairdresser. I liked it, and I was a natural, that's what she told me. Her mother worked in security at a mall department store and she got me a job as a 'shopper' looking for teen shoplifters. The head of security convinced me to get an associates in Criminal Justice at the Community College. When I had my certificate I told him I wanted to be a police officer.

He asked me if I was crazy 'you're a fucking lesbian'. Lesbians had a really bad time, the guys didn't want you, and the women hated you. That's the truth, no kidding. My 'girlfriend' had a regular, a lesbian who worked in a company and she asked her to get me a job. With my Associates she got me a job in accounts payable. The secret world of lesbians she invited me to a 'party'. Meet some professional women. I met Lidia, a tax lawyer. She put me through a four year program, of course playing house with her. That's how I returned to the Company, this time as a professional.

That's where I met 'him'. 'All these lesbians, so much unused pussy'.

It was really awful, sweaty stinky, hairy man on top of you, grabbing you, his eyes popping out of his head, squirting his man stuff in you, 'aah now that's good pussy'. It's been ten years now, he's still squirting in me. I got a 'little one' from him, a g*ft because he really likes me. My friend, the one who hired me, she's 'Director' in Financial Reporting now, he's her mentor. She gave up her pussy to him, sucked his dick, and got promoted. I got the baby, and I've also been promoted. 'I'm International Accounting Manager'.

'His golden girls'. It's not a secret, he's a lesbian's ticket up the corporate ladder. Of course, if he falls for you, you end up with a baby. My predecessor wouldn't do it, stalled her career for a while, until she found me. Now she's pulling other lesbians up the ladder, now that he's happy with his 'girl', he supports her. It's not so bad, he isn't always stinky, his heavy beard and hairy chest is something I had to get used to. He likes being hairy. Maybe I'm made for Neanderthals and didn't know it. At sixteen I took a turn off the main highway, I'm not saying I didn't like it. All I'm saying is I've gotten used to him. And I got his baby.