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Women Only
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Bi-Sexual Female / 57
It Was Never For The Money Or The Status, It Was For The Girl I Loved
I was sent to the warehouse to pick up a file. Behind the desk of the warehouse manager was a calendar, a naked girl on a motorcycle. And a centerfold from a Playboy. I had never seen porn. The manager told my supervisor that I stared at the wall and didn't make eye contact with him.
I got an envelope left on my desk, in it was a folded centerfold of a naked man. With a note written on it, do you like girls? I took he picture to the department director and told him about the porn on the wall in the warehouse. He listened, returned the centerfold to me. "Well, do you like girls?"
I said maybe. But I had never seen pictures like that before.
Something happened after that, we never learned who sent me that centerfold. At the director's apartment he sat me down and made me look through three porn magazines. A Playboy, a Penthouse, a Hustler. "Well, do you like girls?" I said yes, but not girls like the ones in the magazines. I liked nice girls.
I got a lecture about liking girls. I could be his girlfriend, and still like nice girls, as long as he met them and he approved. And if there was already a nice girl, I was to invite her to lunch on Saturday.
I lived with him, my nice girlfriend lived in an apartment he owned. I had to be his girlfriend. Later, after he helped me get another job he married me.
I got an envelope left on my desk, in it was a folded centerfold of a naked man. With a note written on it, do you like girls? I took he picture to the department director and told him about the porn on the wall in the warehouse. He listened, returned the centerfold to me. "Well, do you like girls?"
I said maybe. But I had never seen pictures like that before.
Something happened after that, we never learned who sent me that centerfold. At the director's apartment he sat me down and made me look through three porn magazines. A Playboy, a Penthouse, a Hustler. "Well, do you like girls?" I said yes, but not girls like the ones in the magazines. I liked nice girls.
I got a lecture about liking girls. I could be his girlfriend, and still like nice girls, as long as he met them and he approved. And if there was already a nice girl, I was to invite her to lunch on Saturday.
I lived with him, my nice girlfriend lived in an apartment he owned. I had to be his girlfriend. Later, after he helped me get another job he married me.
