Bi-Sexual Female / 32
I'm A Club Girl, Always Have Been
I was looking for an office job with benefits and the staffing agent told me about a part time job that I should look into. The company hired staff on a trial basis, but it had a reputation as being a great place to work. Nothing gained if I turned down the temp job.
I met with the HR office and they told me it was a position at the front desk while the normal girl was out on maternity. A receptionist. It paid accordingly. I almost walked out, but something held me back. I talked to a lady in the accounting department and to a lady in operations, they were asking me questions to see if I fit in. They offered me the job, and if the normal receptionist didn't come back, then I would be considered for the job.
I was caught by the back of the neck and being walked around in circles. My arms were flailing, I couldn't make contact. Every so many moments the pressure of my neck increased and i stopped moving. I went down on my knees and my head was bent down so I couldn't see anything. I was let go and when I looked up a man was holding another man down on the floor. I got up and stood back against the wall. At one point the man on the floor stopped fighting and lay there. The other man, lifted my head with his finger to look at the bruises on my neck.
I took the job as a receptionist, I had to get out of that club. The job was boring, there were very few calls and mostly it was smiling at people that walked by. After I was there a week a man asked me my name and asked me to come sit in the conference room. He asked me name, rank and serial number questions. Then he asked me to stand for him, and turn around slowly, He told me I had a nice rack and I should be proud and not slouch. The next day I was taken back to the back of the office by the HR and I met with that man again. He told me to stand up straight and get my shoulders back and get my tits out. He grabbed me between my legs and told me I was a good prospect.
I was asked to put on this outfit, nothing but a thong and high heels. To dance for him, twist and turn, bend over, get my tits out. They were going to give me a chance on the floor during the lunch hour. I got slapped on my bare behind by him, he pulled me around with my tits in his chest and kissed me. If I did a good job I could sleep with him.
I danced during the lunch hour, it was all men from the refinery and contractors. He watched me from behind a counter. When I was done the first day he told me it was all about tits, get those tits out there, and that he wanted to fuck me. He fucked me in the office of the club, first bent over a desk and then on my back on a sofa. He told me I was good pussy and he was keeping me for himself, at least until another girl showed up.
I danced for lunch, but a week a later I was put on the floor pushing drinks and getting my ass pinched. I was told not to let anyone pinch my tits, those were private property. I danced at lunch and made good tips, there was always a full house. I slept with him and he had sex with me. He liked my tits out and I was usually topless around him.
After a year he took me off the floor and kept me in the back with him. Same story, stand up, shoulders back, tits out. But it was only for him. He had sex with me almost exclusively. One weekend he asked me to come with him to Las Vegas. We went to a couple of shows and then he took me to the chapel. I didn't expect it. It was name, rank and serial number, and sign here and here and I was married. When we got back he told the HR lady that I was on an allowance and I could pick the job I wanted.
I liked the girls mostly so he let me work with the lady that did the hiring. I went horny at night, those girls showering me with their tits and showing me their ass. It got me horny, but for more than what I was getting with him. I told him that I was about to bust a gut and give in and eat some pussy. He held my face in this one girl's pussy until I had enough and had to come up for air and he let me go, but not before kissing me and grabbing my crotch with his hand.
By then I had moved into an apartment with him, and he let me do the cooking. He liked my cooking, and liked my tits in his face when I served him. He asked me about that girl I ate, asked if I still wanted that. I told him not really, it was something that happened, but I was his and didn't go for girls. He asked because he wanted another girl with us, and I had to play sex with her until he got ready to get on me. Maybe ten years earlier I would have been content with a girl, but now all I wanted was him having me. I didn't appear to be his wife, but I was his wife and he reminded me.
I don't work the floor, and don't dance. I look after the girls on the floor. I am every night with him, we get off late but sleep in late. From time to time he brings a girl from the club with him, and I pretend to like her. But I don't, not anymore.
I met with the HR office and they told me it was a position at the front desk while the normal girl was out on maternity. A receptionist. It paid accordingly. I almost walked out, but something held me back. I talked to a lady in the accounting department and to a lady in operations, they were asking me questions to see if I fit in. They offered me the job, and if the normal receptionist didn't come back, then I would be considered for the job.
I was caught by the back of the neck and being walked around in circles. My arms were flailing, I couldn't make contact. Every so many moments the pressure of my neck increased and i stopped moving. I went down on my knees and my head was bent down so I couldn't see anything. I was let go and when I looked up a man was holding another man down on the floor. I got up and stood back against the wall. At one point the man on the floor stopped fighting and lay there. The other man, lifted my head with his finger to look at the bruises on my neck.
I took the job as a receptionist, I had to get out of that club. The job was boring, there were very few calls and mostly it was smiling at people that walked by. After I was there a week a man asked me my name and asked me to come sit in the conference room. He asked me name, rank and serial number questions. Then he asked me to stand for him, and turn around slowly, He told me I had a nice rack and I should be proud and not slouch. The next day I was taken back to the back of the office by the HR and I met with that man again. He told me to stand up straight and get my shoulders back and get my tits out. He grabbed me between my legs and told me I was a good prospect.
I was asked to put on this outfit, nothing but a thong and high heels. To dance for him, twist and turn, bend over, get my tits out. They were going to give me a chance on the floor during the lunch hour. I got slapped on my bare behind by him, he pulled me around with my tits in his chest and kissed me. If I did a good job I could sleep with him.
I danced during the lunch hour, it was all men from the refinery and contractors. He watched me from behind a counter. When I was done the first day he told me it was all about tits, get those tits out there, and that he wanted to fuck me. He fucked me in the office of the club, first bent over a desk and then on my back on a sofa. He told me I was good pussy and he was keeping me for himself, at least until another girl showed up.
I danced for lunch, but a week a later I was put on the floor pushing drinks and getting my ass pinched. I was told not to let anyone pinch my tits, those were private property. I danced at lunch and made good tips, there was always a full house. I slept with him and he had sex with me. He liked my tits out and I was usually topless around him.
After a year he took me off the floor and kept me in the back with him. Same story, stand up, shoulders back, tits out. But it was only for him. He had sex with me almost exclusively. One weekend he asked me to come with him to Las Vegas. We went to a couple of shows and then he took me to the chapel. I didn't expect it. It was name, rank and serial number, and sign here and here and I was married. When we got back he told the HR lady that I was on an allowance and I could pick the job I wanted.
I liked the girls mostly so he let me work with the lady that did the hiring. I went horny at night, those girls showering me with their tits and showing me their ass. It got me horny, but for more than what I was getting with him. I told him that I was about to bust a gut and give in and eat some pussy. He held my face in this one girl's pussy until I had enough and had to come up for air and he let me go, but not before kissing me and grabbing my crotch with his hand.
By then I had moved into an apartment with him, and he let me do the cooking. He liked my cooking, and liked my tits in his face when I served him. He asked me about that girl I ate, asked if I still wanted that. I told him not really, it was something that happened, but I was his and didn't go for girls. He asked because he wanted another girl with us, and I had to play sex with her until he got ready to get on me. Maybe ten years earlier I would have been content with a girl, but now all I wanted was him having me. I didn't appear to be his wife, but I was his wife and he reminded me.
I don't work the floor, and don't dance. I look after the girls on the floor. I am every night with him, we get off late but sleep in late. From time to time he brings a girl from the club with him, and I pretend to like her. But I don't, not anymore.
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