Getting Ahead When Tits And Brains Mattered

I moved to Houston to go to college at St Thomas. I was studying to become an accountant, living with a friend of my mother's. She got me a part time job at her company. After completing the papers she took me to meet some people that worked there. One of these, was her boss. He looked at me in way that made me uncomfortable. Afterwards she told me he liked young women, especially with nice tits. When she used the word 'tits' she lifted one of my tits with two fingers.

I had entered a new world, where tits and sex mattered.

My mother's friend was well connected there, and introducing me to her boss was just one more way for her to be part of that inner circle. There were other younger women, don't think it was only me. Each girl was the girl of one of the men in that circle.

I went through college with a secure part time job. I was part of my landlady's circle. She watched over me, and kept me close. And selected for him. She reminded me, nice tits open doors, but it was up to me to take advantage of it.

After graduation I got a full time position. I did my time but rose rapidly to senior accountant. One day my sponsor and college days landlady asked me to show her my tits. She was fifty, why waste those tits on a man. All those years and only then did she let me know she liked a nice set of tits, as much as the men did. I owed her. She appreciated me, she was truly my friend. She told me it was time for me to get another job, to keep away from men, until one of them desired me enough to marry me. Let a husband have my tits.

I married a man a year later.