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Women Only
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Straight Female / 32
If My Job Is To Keep Him Happy, I Need For Him To Kiss Me
I was a supervisor on the line of a bottling plant. Upstairs, overlooking the line, stood a man, a consultant. An efficiency expert, how to get more productivity for less money. I didn't know him, but I hated him. These were my girls and they worked hard. Between him and my girls was me.
He told me either I was part of the solution, or part of the problem. A folded paper on the table read "SOLUTIONS", on the wall beside the door "PROBLEMS". Hurt my girls, or leave, no job, no food, no rent, it was blackmail.
The solutions all involved, faster work, more PRODUCTIVITY and reductions in head count. For my girls losing their job meant eviction. I asked him how I could save my girls?
I bent over the table, grabbing the other edge with fingers, my pants down below my knees, my eyes closed. I heard him, the slap on my ass stung, he used his bare hand. "Pull up your pants, you're not worth fucking".
My girls were unprotected.
The report was distributed to all supervisors. I was an 'implementer'. New machinery was going to be installed, everyone including supervisors had to go through training. A headcount cut of fifty three girls, not one of them one of my girls. After the meeting I stayed, he said I reported to him, I was off the line. He was taking over.
I have dropped my drawers many times, too many to remember. My girls are safe. My job now is to keep the boss happy with me. He likes me in skirts or dresses, nails and hair done, pumps, make up. The line is running well, improvement in productivity is now 23 percent.
He earned a large bonus.
He told me either I was part of the solution, or part of the problem. A folded paper on the table read "SOLUTIONS", on the wall beside the door "PROBLEMS". Hurt my girls, or leave, no job, no food, no rent, it was blackmail.
The solutions all involved, faster work, more PRODUCTIVITY and reductions in head count. For my girls losing their job meant eviction. I asked him how I could save my girls?
I bent over the table, grabbing the other edge with fingers, my pants down below my knees, my eyes closed. I heard him, the slap on my ass stung, he used his bare hand. "Pull up your pants, you're not worth fucking".
My girls were unprotected.
The report was distributed to all supervisors. I was an 'implementer'. New machinery was going to be installed, everyone including supervisors had to go through training. A headcount cut of fifty three girls, not one of them one of my girls. After the meeting I stayed, he said I reported to him, I was off the line. He was taking over.
I have dropped my drawers many times, too many to remember. My girls are safe. My job now is to keep the boss happy with me. He likes me in skirts or dresses, nails and hair done, pumps, make up. The line is running well, improvement in productivity is now 23 percent.
He earned a large bonus.
