A Girl Has To Have Standards

As a girl I grew up in a typical blue collar family, five kids, work ethic. I went to a junior college and moved on to a four year state school. My degree in communications did not open doors and I found work as a clerk in the purchasing department of a local fabrication company. One of three female employees. The men were welders, metal workers, plumbers. The engineering was outsourced.

I was in the kitchen with my female coworker and we were talking girl talk. Gary the owner walked in and told me to get him some coffee. I jumped and got a clean mug, served him his coffee and went back to our girl talk. Gary wanted in, we told him it was private girl stuff, so no he couldn't join in. At that point Gary turned my head, held my jaw and told me I was so cute it hurt. Later that day Gary apologized, not that I wasn't cute. And he told me of the three girls I was the one he wanted to fuck.

A few days later he asked me if I was open to fucking with him. But really to let him fuck me. I asked him what was in it for me and he said I could use the bathroom in his office instead of the one on the plant floor. It had a key, I didn't need a lookout.

I told Gary I wasn't easy, I need more than the key to the bathroom. He offered the use of his pickup. I said that would do, and I let him fuck me. It wasn't comfortable, actually sleazy, so I put my foot down and told him once was enough unless he put me on a bed in a nice place. We used his exwife's place, which was creepy.

I wanted a place of my own so I talked him into getting me an apartment and he could have a key. After a year I told him no more unless he married me.