Straight Female / 34
Culture Shock
I fell on hard times. I lost my job, ran out of savings, had to move out of my apartment. I looked for a job but I couldn't find anything, that paid enough. So I turned down everything. I was down to one suitcase, and living on a couch when a placement agency called that they had a temp job. My hostess told me to take it, it didn't matter where it was or how much it paid.
This temp job was with accounts payable in a company that was out by the docks. Dirty and smelly. The office they put me in was a room in the warehouse, with a door on two sets of buckets, and a light hanging from the ceiling. It was hot and unairconditioned. And the men were awful. I told my hostess I couldn't go back, she wasn't nice to me, yelled at me. "Get your ass back there and do the job they are paying you for". God, don't yell at me.
The bus ride took forty minutes. I checked in at the gate and walked to my closet. The papers were on my door table, for me to code for the girls up front to key into the computers. I dressed more casually the second day. When I walked out to the restroom, which was in the main building, the men called me names, told me they liked my ass, I was wearing pants that day. Everyday was more awful than the day before. The men came and hung by the door offering to take me out, that they wanted to fuck me. One man came in a hung up a centerfold from a magazine, so the men would feel at home when they came and talked to me. One man asked me to let him see my tits. Another man, grabbed pussy.
The girl I took my work to told me that the rumor was that the men liked me. Not to pay attention to them, they were just making me feel at home. She whispered to me, if I liked one then I should let him know, because that way the other men would leave me alone. She told me which one was her boyfriend, and that not having a boyfriend was a problem.
She made arrangements for me and her boyfriend to go out, and he brought a friend, Santiago. He had worked there for a while, he was a pipe fitter. He held my hand, did not let my hand go. He put his arm around my shoulder and held me down so I couldn't stand without him letting me go. He kissed me in the booth, he told me I was not his girlfriend. And he didn't like me going stiff on him. He showed me his hand, with that hand he grabbed my breast, with that hand he shoved it up between my legs. I went home with Santiago. Santiago was my boyfriend.
After six weeks I was moved into the main building in the air conditioning where they had prepared a cubicle for me. It was my 'job' to make and bring Santiago's lunch for him, and the four of us had lunch together in the warehouse. We talked about sex a lot, I heard about it, blow by blow, he was a man and she wanted a real man. What about Santiago? Was he a man? What was I going to say? Yes, he's a man, and I liked a man. You see, I told you, once you have a boyfriend then things work out for you.
I was there for two years when the boss of all of us called me to his office. He asked me about Santiago. Santiago had brought a bottle of beer to work, and that was a firing offense. What was I going to do about it. Why hadn't I kept an eye on him. He was a good worker. He had one more chance, Santiago was my responsibility. Make sure he obeys the rules.
I told Santiago that if he ever did that again I wouldn't be with him. That's the only weapon you have, deny him access to you.
We partied together, we were a four person affair. Everyone knows who belong to who. Without a boyfriend you are nothing. Oh, I was hired full time after moving inside the main building.
This temp job was with accounts payable in a company that was out by the docks. Dirty and smelly. The office they put me in was a room in the warehouse, with a door on two sets of buckets, and a light hanging from the ceiling. It was hot and unairconditioned. And the men were awful. I told my hostess I couldn't go back, she wasn't nice to me, yelled at me. "Get your ass back there and do the job they are paying you for". God, don't yell at me.
The bus ride took forty minutes. I checked in at the gate and walked to my closet. The papers were on my door table, for me to code for the girls up front to key into the computers. I dressed more casually the second day. When I walked out to the restroom, which was in the main building, the men called me names, told me they liked my ass, I was wearing pants that day. Everyday was more awful than the day before. The men came and hung by the door offering to take me out, that they wanted to fuck me. One man came in a hung up a centerfold from a magazine, so the men would feel at home when they came and talked to me. One man asked me to let him see my tits. Another man, grabbed pussy.
The girl I took my work to told me that the rumor was that the men liked me. Not to pay attention to them, they were just making me feel at home. She whispered to me, if I liked one then I should let him know, because that way the other men would leave me alone. She told me which one was her boyfriend, and that not having a boyfriend was a problem.
She made arrangements for me and her boyfriend to go out, and he brought a friend, Santiago. He had worked there for a while, he was a pipe fitter. He held my hand, did not let my hand go. He put his arm around my shoulder and held me down so I couldn't stand without him letting me go. He kissed me in the booth, he told me I was not his girlfriend. And he didn't like me going stiff on him. He showed me his hand, with that hand he grabbed my breast, with that hand he shoved it up between my legs. I went home with Santiago. Santiago was my boyfriend.
After six weeks I was moved into the main building in the air conditioning where they had prepared a cubicle for me. It was my 'job' to make and bring Santiago's lunch for him, and the four of us had lunch together in the warehouse. We talked about sex a lot, I heard about it, blow by blow, he was a man and she wanted a real man. What about Santiago? Was he a man? What was I going to say? Yes, he's a man, and I liked a man. You see, I told you, once you have a boyfriend then things work out for you.
I was there for two years when the boss of all of us called me to his office. He asked me about Santiago. Santiago had brought a bottle of beer to work, and that was a firing offense. What was I going to do about it. Why hadn't I kept an eye on him. He was a good worker. He had one more chance, Santiago was my responsibility. Make sure he obeys the rules.
I told Santiago that if he ever did that again I wouldn't be with him. That's the only weapon you have, deny him access to you.
We partied together, we were a four person affair. Everyone knows who belong to who. Without a boyfriend you are nothing. Oh, I was hired full time after moving inside the main building.
