I Did Everything To Please Him, But I Overplayed My Hand

The late night at the office. It was a team effort. It got late and the team leader asked me to call out for pizza, and to get some beers at the gas station on the corner. I borrowed his truck and lost control, maybe my foot slipped off the break, and I ran into a pump. They ate pizza, with water, and my team leader and me had to deal with the little incident.

His insurance was happy, they could of bought a gas station. His deductible was a thousand and he said I had to work it off. I had to price various sex acts at street prices and he would work it off overtime. For that time I was a whore.

He had tried what I had and decided he would keep it. In other words, I was out of the dating pool. He had a Friday night habit with some of the guys on the line, a strip joint called Idle Times. He took me there to see what the girls did so I could entertain him. Now I was a stripper and a whore.

After a long week with overtime every night he asked me to strip for him in his office. Once he had me in his lap, he had me bend over the desk where he did me. I stopped asking him where all this was going. Whatever, wherever, I gave him what we wanted. When he fitted me for a collar I wore it without complaining. Now in addition to being a whore and a stripper, I was his bitch as well.

He didn't ask me to marry him, he says a slut bitch isn't his idea of his future kids' mother.