How Desperation Moves Human Kind

We had an office in Mexico and for a variety of reasons we were moving it from the coast back to Mexico city. That meant that the twelve local employees were losing their jobs, we were not paying relocation and the cost of living in Mexico city was a lot higher and we were downsizing our footprint and outsourcing instead of having direct hires. My job was to communicate this to the office staff we were getting rid of.

After the meeting, where I told them everyone was getting their full severance and a letter or recommendation, this one girl or woman really, came to the office I was sitting at and asked to speak to me. She was wearing a dress, I didn't recall her wearing a dress at the meeting earlier. She stood with her back to the door and lifted her dress, all the way above her waist. She was totally exposed. If you want to fuck me, front or back, just tell me. It's all yours, any way you want to use it.

I remained silent, we are talking about a half minute before she offered to give me a blowjob. I asked her why she was doing that, and she said without emotion. She was the only one in her house with a job, now let me give you a blowjob. On her knees I held her head back by grabbing her by the hair. Fuck me, that way I can tell my grandmother that I tried.

I refused, totally caught up in our sense of morality and sexual harassment doctrines.