I'm Over Thinking, He's In My Mind Twenty Four Seven

I have a college degree. Not worthless, but close to it. I got a job, because I was degreed, for a financial company doing paperwork, actually checking paperwork. Boring but it paid good, well much better than server.

An opening came up for a PA to a man in the M&A department, actually the head of M&A. His 'girl', mind you the word is 'girl' when you work for them. His girl left because she was going to travel the world with her latest boyfriend. I applied, on the basis of why not, more money and benefits. I was interviewed, all the internal 'girls' who applied were interviewed. No 'guys' who applied were interviewed. This firm is all about tits and ass, and being really friendly to the higher ups.

My interview was all about my 'feelings'. I got a lot of very intimated questions that are none of your business. Why wasn't I married. Why didn't I have children. Was I, whisper here, into other girls? I was given a lecture about dress code and presentation, about keeping my mouth shut and disclosures, I had to pass a background check, and nothing better come up. I don't know if I was the only one to make it to the interview with the person I would be working for, or I was one of many. Disclosure, you can't talk about that.

He had me stand for my interview, about four feet from him. At one point he had me turn and give my back to him. He asked me straight out if I had been indiscreet, if I had ever been with another woman, that kind of shit was problematic for him. And why wasn't I married? I had the brains and the looks, the looks are very important, stand straight . He was upfront about being sexist, he was looking for a girl who had no problem being a girl, who wasn't going to throw a tantrum because he asked her run an errand for him. To cut to the chase, was he looking for a 'girl', or a PA.

I took the job because of the pay, and the opportunity to be around the decision makers. Definitely a 'girl' position. Definitely sexist. A good amount of my pay went to clothes, although my boss made g*fts to me of nice pieces of j*welry. He likes his 'girls' to look good. I won't say that it's been devoid of girl problems, he takes me seriously, the gilded cage problem. I've thought about telling him to just go ahead and fuck me and get it over with. I want him to know for sure that I'm his 'girl'. I'm tired of going home with wet panties. I spent all night humping my pillow, I 'need' to get laid. I kissed him on the cheek and all I got back was a frown.