Lesbian Female / 27
And Then One Day, The Skies Cleared, And I'm Working And Happy
I'm one of thousands with a college education that qualifies me to earn less than a secretary. I spent a lot of time angry that my non college educated SIL made more than I did. Hint, she has a skill. After a year in part time, dead end jobs filing, putting color tabs on records a man at the company I was temping at saw me and commented 'isn't it funny how what you learned in kindergarten comes back to haunt you'. No, it's not funny. But it hit me.
My student debt was already over forty thousand, going back to college was a non starter. Where could I get 'skills' that paid well. I had an acquaintance at the gym that moonlit dancing at a strip joint. She had told me that part time she made 1000 a week. My skills as a cheer leader surely could get me a job there. She told me forget it, I was too flat chested. Men want tits, and ass, not cute and bubbly.
I was pretty disgusted, living with my parents, I got a temp job as a front desk attendant at the museum. One day that same man walked in with his wife and kids for an exhibit. He was stunned I was there, and told his wife about meeting me. He told her she should talk with me. I got a job with her at an insurance agency. Clerk, but she told me she would train me.
I got in because of her, and because her husband thinks I'm cute and bubbly. I now have my certification to sell insurance, commission based, but his wife helps me. She's into making her man happy, and if happy means I'm nice to him, then I have to be nice to him. She's a little bit kinky, likes showering and lathering me, and she likes my flat chested titties.
That it's a family thing with her, making love to the girl her husband has sex with, it's what makes her happy. And what man doesn't want his wife happy? I never though of myself as girl property, but that's how she thinks of me. Now she has her girl, and that makes her happy. If I wasn't experienced from college playing girl tongue hockey I wouldn't have a skillset or a job selling insurance.
And I like her, from the first time she looked at me, and held my hand at the museum. It's was unmistakable chemistry. Well, I really like her and that makes me happy.
My student debt was already over forty thousand, going back to college was a non starter. Where could I get 'skills' that paid well. I had an acquaintance at the gym that moonlit dancing at a strip joint. She had told me that part time she made 1000 a week. My skills as a cheer leader surely could get me a job there. She told me forget it, I was too flat chested. Men want tits, and ass, not cute and bubbly.
I was pretty disgusted, living with my parents, I got a temp job as a front desk attendant at the museum. One day that same man walked in with his wife and kids for an exhibit. He was stunned I was there, and told his wife about meeting me. He told her she should talk with me. I got a job with her at an insurance agency. Clerk, but she told me she would train me.
I got in because of her, and because her husband thinks I'm cute and bubbly. I now have my certification to sell insurance, commission based, but his wife helps me. She's into making her man happy, and if happy means I'm nice to him, then I have to be nice to him. She's a little bit kinky, likes showering and lathering me, and she likes my flat chested titties.
That it's a family thing with her, making love to the girl her husband has sex with, it's what makes her happy. And what man doesn't want his wife happy? I never though of myself as girl property, but that's how she thinks of me. Now she has her girl, and that makes her happy. If I wasn't experienced from college playing girl tongue hockey I wouldn't have a skillset or a job selling insurance.
And I like her, from the first time she looked at me, and held my hand at the museum. It's was unmistakable chemistry. Well, I really like her and that makes me happy.
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