Fucked

When I was a teen student I used to visit this bar and socialize somewhat; being chatted up by guys as I held my drink between my tits.

I was befriended by.a number of chicks; one of them was called Glam-Gill, or so I will call her here (but not to be confused with other ‘alias Gill’ chicks).

Gill worked part-time washing up at this eating place. That and standing around on street corners for some reason! She had blond hair every-where from her huge long blond mane. She also wore cowboy type boots, a micro-skirt that was too small for her and a jacket. Bangles up her arms, make-up splashed on with enthusiasm,

Gill often stamped her feet and complained to anyone who would listen that her boss was fucking her.
It was hilarious and I used to giggle at her stories.
“I just finished the evening shift and he dicked me again. Over the fucking table!’
Well it sounded funny and I thought it was great.
Then later she started confiding in me that her Boss ‘Jim’ was now ass-fucking her!
I was astonished at this revelation and we all wondered why he was so crazy in the head that he fucked her ass rather than her pussy?
She used to get pissed and got bent over by guys who fucked her pussy.
We went shopping and she took me home with her and some guys a few times.

Gill had been threatening to quit her job and one day she did.
So she tells me that there was part-time job for me if I wanted it and gave me an evil look.
Sure, sounded fun!

More than a blow Job Miss!
I went to the place and asked this guy there to see the boss, Jim, as Gill had sent me as a replacement washer.
The guy was Jim he said and showed me into his office.
I wondered if…he would rape me in there?
But I went in after a big sigh…

He asked me some questions.
“Done it before?”
“washing up?