Sex and Sin
In 1968, I was a college student, living with my family, still defying their household rules and their image of how a proper young woman should act. I had to find a job. I looked and didn't find anything I was comfortable doing, so I consequently ended up working twelve different jobs in two years. I didn't like the way bosses talked to me, or the chores they wanted me to do, so I quit. I interviewed to be a clerk at a liquor store where the owner, Mr. G. was an eccentric, retired gentleman who enjoyed flirting with young girls. At my interview, he made small talk, changed his hat several times, and really just wanted to conduct interviews for entertainment, so I didn’t get the job. No big loss. In another case, I interviewed with a doctor in his late sixties who was looking for an assistant for his office in Fort Lauderdale. One of the questions in his application was “Would you consider having sex with your boss?” I answered no, and I did not get that job either. Can you imagine that sex question on a job application today? Another interview was actually frightening. I answered an ad for a receptionist position in …show more content…
I’m going to make you cum. Have you ever had an orgasm, Charlayne?” I tried to relax and tried to ignore this new, strange and unexpected feeling of pleasure that was freaking me out, but my senses won over my defensive will-power and Lonny was able to bring me to a higher sexual plateau than I had ever experienced before. This was my introduction to oral sex. No man had ever done that to me. No boyfriend ever tried that. Hello twenty-one! After that, Lonny called me the next week to visit him again, saying I was so sensual that he couldn’t forget me. So I returned for another lesson in oral servitude, though I never did get the job. I kept his number in my wallet for nights when I wanted some action. Lonny's wild side had tapped into my dark side and I was curious to learn more. I wanted to know it
In 1968, I was a college student, living with my family, still defying their household rules and their image of how a proper young woman should act. I had to find a job. I looked and didn't find anything I was comfortable doing, so I consequently ended up working twelve different jobs in two years. I didn't like the way bosses talked to me, or the chores they wanted me to do, so I quit. I interviewed to be a clerk at a liquor store where the owner, Mr. G. was an eccentric, retired gentleman who enjoyed flirting with young girls. At my interview, he made small talk, changed his hat several times, and really just wanted to conduct interviews for entertainment, so I didn’t get the job. No big loss. In another case, I interviewed with a doctor in his late sixties who was looking for an assistant for his office in Fort Lauderdale. One of the questions in his application was “Would you consider having sex with your boss?” I answered no, and I did not get that job either. Can you imagine that sex question on a job application today? Another interview was actually frightening. I answered an ad for a receptionist position in …show more content…
I’m going to make you cum. Have you ever had an orgasm, Charlayne?” I tried to relax and tried to ignore this new, strange and unexpected feeling of pleasure that was freaking me out, but my senses won over my defensive will-power and Lonny was able to bring me to a higher sexual plateau than I had ever experienced before. This was my introduction to oral sex. No man had ever done that to me. No boyfriend ever tried that. Hello twenty-one! After that, Lonny called me the next week to visit him again, saying I was so sensual that he couldn’t forget me. So I returned for another lesson in oral servitude, though I never did get the job. I kept his number in my wallet for nights when I wanted some action. Lonny's wild side had tapped into my dark side and I was curious to learn more. I wanted to know it