I'm Tired Of Being Poor, That's Why

I was hired through a recruiter and went to the job my first day. I was onboarded, benefits, etc. I was introduced to my supervisor who took me around to meet my coworkers. I was taken to lunch, shown my workstation, given company literature to read. I went home tired but relieved I had a job.

The next day I met the 'boss' with my supervisor. He told me I was pretty, asked me to stand and twirl for him. Stand, hold my shoulders back. He said I was hired for what I had between my ears, period.

I worked, got past my probation, got promoted. Every week the boss told me, he owned my brains, he was paying for them. Keep my head down, do my job. "Oh yea, no one touches that pussy".

I wore a dress one day, and that day he lifted my dress above my waist. "I think I'll have that pussy now". And just like that I became his 'girl Friday'.