My job turned me into a Sissy
I was eighteen, had only a few couple of months before finished Sixth form and had been in my job just a few weeks, and I fucked up.
My early days of bewildered confusion at entering the work place had been replaced with an over confidence a willingness to get on with and be liked by my new work mates, had lead to me driving the forklift into nearly Two thousand pounds worth of newly made road signs that had been to be sent out that afternoon.
I was now sitting in the office of Mr Bob Allen manager and owner of Allen Signs ,road sign manufacturer to various Councils around the UK.
Mr Allen a large man in probably his mid Forties his expensive suit struggling to contain all the Two hour lunches, his face a darkening Red face flushed with anger, said, Well James what the fuck do you think you were doing?
I tried to reply it came as a croak , I’mm I was showing off Sir! I said. I had fucked up and fucked up good and proper. I had needed this job , Jobs at that time were not easy to get and I only got this when my girlfriends Uncle who worked here had put in a good word for me,
I will do anything to put it right! I pleaded, I could feel my hole world dropping out of me I felt so distraught.
Mr Allen stared at me for what seemed a week, then he turned to his secretary Miss Hale, who was a very attractive woman in her early Thirties, who always wore very smart but very sexy clothes with high heels and often seemed Black stockings.
Miss Hale, we have not had a tea girl for quite some time now, since Ellie left, He said, Do you think a couple of weeks as our tea girl would serve as a suitable punishment for young James here? He asked. Miss Hale looked me up and down, and replied, I think that could work very well Mr Allen.
The relief washed over me like a tidal wave , no problem I could make tea, i could make the tea for the whole factory if it meant I kept my job, Yes, I said , I’ll do it Sir thank Sir. Mr Allen all the anger gone form his face had a strange look of almost joyful expectation.
Ok go with Miss Hale she will explain you duties, and remember if you want to keep you job you will comply, ok?
yes Sir, I said, comply? That’s a bit of an odd term, I thought, but brushed from my mind as Miss Hale had stood and was heading to the door of her office, I started to follow, Mr Allen called after her, Have her presented to me in one hour please, Yes Mr Allen, she replied. Her? Her? Slip of the tongue, I thought.
More to follow.
My early days of bewildered confusion at entering the work place had been replaced with an over confidence a willingness to get on with and be liked by my new work mates, had lead to me driving the forklift into nearly Two thousand pounds worth of newly made road signs that had been to be sent out that afternoon.
I was now sitting in the office of Mr Bob Allen manager and owner of Allen Signs ,road sign manufacturer to various Councils around the UK.
Mr Allen a large man in probably his mid Forties his expensive suit struggling to contain all the Two hour lunches, his face a darkening Red face flushed with anger, said, Well James what the fuck do you think you were doing?
I tried to reply it came as a croak , I’mm I was showing off Sir! I said. I had fucked up and fucked up good and proper. I had needed this job , Jobs at that time were not easy to get and I only got this when my girlfriends Uncle who worked here had put in a good word for me,
I will do anything to put it right! I pleaded, I could feel my hole world dropping out of me I felt so distraught.
Mr Allen stared at me for what seemed a week, then he turned to his secretary Miss Hale, who was a very attractive woman in her early Thirties, who always wore very smart but very sexy clothes with high heels and often seemed Black stockings.
Miss Hale, we have not had a tea girl for quite some time now, since Ellie left, He said, Do you think a couple of weeks as our tea girl would serve as a suitable punishment for young James here? He asked. Miss Hale looked me up and down, and replied, I think that could work very well Mr Allen.
The relief washed over me like a tidal wave , no problem I could make tea, i could make the tea for the whole factory if it meant I kept my job, Yes, I said , I’ll do it Sir thank Sir. Mr Allen all the anger gone form his face had a strange look of almost joyful expectation.
Ok go with Miss Hale she will explain you duties, and remember if you want to keep you job you will comply, ok?
yes Sir, I said, comply? That’s a bit of an odd term, I thought, but brushed from my mind as Miss Hale had stood and was heading to the door of her office, I started to follow, Mr Allen called after her, Have her presented to me in one hour please, Yes Mr Allen, she replied. Her? Her? Slip of the tongue, I thought.
More to follow.
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