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Women Only
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Straight Female / 29
When You Are So Very Young And Man Wants You
My background is in HR. I went to college for it. I got a job with my degree. I was an HR Specialist, my job was benefits. It was all paperwork, filling out forms, keeping track of the people who onboarded, and taking the people off that left. I mostly always had a phone conversation with the employee base, hardly ever met one face to face. It was boring. Compliance. That's what the man called it, Compliance. I was 22.
He had an interesting life, and an interesting career. He had been everywhere, places you can only dream of going. He engaged with people all over the world, he traveled a lot. And for some reason, because when you are young like I was, you don't understand a 'man'. He picked me to confide in, when he was away he sent me texts and pictures of where he was. He was the window to the outside world, while I was stuck in Compliance.
One picture he sent me, he apologized, but thought that I would find it interesting. It was the picture of a painting in Paris. A woman's sexual organs. In all their glory. He said it was in a museum, so it wasn't 'porn'. 'One day', his text went on, 'one day he wanted to see me like that, waiting for him, to knock on my door'.
Shit. I was in HR. I thought about erasing the picture from my phone. But I sent it to myself, to my private email account. I researched it, and found it on the internet, in the museum in Paris like he said.
When he came back and he had taken care of business he came down to my 'office', a cubicle in HR. 'Well, what do you think?, can I knock on your door?' He was insistent, would not take no for an answer. 'I want your g*ft', and he pushed his phone towards me with that picture. He stood over me, his hands on my desk, 'I want to fuck you'.
Shit, I was in HR.
I had to lay there, with my dress up over my hips, my bare soul exposed to him. He looked at me. What if he didn't like it? What if he walked away? His hand reached out and touched me there. I couldn't look at him, I closed my eyes. Soon it would be over, that's all I could think about. It will be over and he will leave. Oh God. He did it. He skewered me, he wasn't kidding, he meant what he said, he wanted to 'fuck' me.
As a member of HR I was supposed to report it, any form of sexual harassment. And one by a superior with authority over me, was definitely a reportable offense, whether it occurred 'on property' or not. I laid there, he was over me, his hand on my breast. 'Let's agree on something' he said to me. 'Let's agree that you never ever give that g*ft to any other man'. He went on, 'it's my g*ft to keep'.
All I could say, the only thing that came out of my mouth, was 'I don't want to do Compliance'. What a stup!d thing to say.
He had an interesting life, and an interesting career. He had been everywhere, places you can only dream of going. He engaged with people all over the world, he traveled a lot. And for some reason, because when you are young like I was, you don't understand a 'man'. He picked me to confide in, when he was away he sent me texts and pictures of where he was. He was the window to the outside world, while I was stuck in Compliance.
One picture he sent me, he apologized, but thought that I would find it interesting. It was the picture of a painting in Paris. A woman's sexual organs. In all their glory. He said it was in a museum, so it wasn't 'porn'. 'One day', his text went on, 'one day he wanted to see me like that, waiting for him, to knock on my door'.
Shit. I was in HR. I thought about erasing the picture from my phone. But I sent it to myself, to my private email account. I researched it, and found it on the internet, in the museum in Paris like he said.
When he came back and he had taken care of business he came down to my 'office', a cubicle in HR. 'Well, what do you think?, can I knock on your door?' He was insistent, would not take no for an answer. 'I want your g*ft', and he pushed his phone towards me with that picture. He stood over me, his hands on my desk, 'I want to fuck you'.
Shit, I was in HR.
I had to lay there, with my dress up over my hips, my bare soul exposed to him. He looked at me. What if he didn't like it? What if he walked away? His hand reached out and touched me there. I couldn't look at him, I closed my eyes. Soon it would be over, that's all I could think about. It will be over and he will leave. Oh God. He did it. He skewered me, he wasn't kidding, he meant what he said, he wanted to 'fuck' me.
As a member of HR I was supposed to report it, any form of sexual harassment. And one by a superior with authority over me, was definitely a reportable offense, whether it occurred 'on property' or not. I laid there, he was over me, his hand on my breast. 'Let's agree on something' he said to me. 'Let's agree that you never ever give that g*ft to any other man'. He went on, 'it's my g*ft to keep'.
All I could say, the only thing that came out of my mouth, was 'I don't want to do Compliance'. What a stup!d thing to say.
