Had my boss’s wife approach me at the annual office Christmas party and asked me if I wanted to have a threesome with them.
I politely declined, and figured that would be that. But she didn’t stop there.
When I turned her down, she offered me $1,000. I still said no, so she upped it to $5,000!
I politely declined again. I know I should have been offended that someone offered me money for sex, but I was dying on the inside. He was hot, and his wife was hotter. Plus who among us couldn’t use an extra $5,000?
I thought he’d be awkward as hell afterward, but it was never mentioned between us and we carried, on as usual.
I wound up working for him for 5 more years, and when I left, they threw me a huge baby shower and purchased all of the baby furniture I had registered for. We still keep in touch 15 years later.
I was fresh out of prison. I was released early on parole which meant I had a curfew of 10:00 pm every single night unless I was at work. The parole officer would come to my house. He was allowed to show up whenever he wanted and had the power to search my house or anyone I was with at any time.
I also got drug tested and alcohol tested randomly, and the DMV had suspended my license for 5 years so I had no ability to drive either.
Needless to say, I didn’t get out much, and any woman I talked to in their early 20’s (which is how old I was at the time) was the most beautiful woman on earth.
About seven months after I got out I went to the local St Patrick’s Day Parade in my city – a huge event and – met some friends I hadn’t seen in years. Afterward, everyone goes barhopping. I tagged along and I ordered Redbull and a glass of ice at the bar and fit right in.
Amazingly, I hit it off with this girl and we were tearing up on the dance floor. She and her friend were finally ready to leave, but that was when I realized I had a problem.
It was almost 8:00 PM.
They lived about 40 minutes north of the city, so that would mean there would be no way for me to get home in time to make my curfew if I went home with them When I told her ‘no’, she lost it, and started begging me to have sex with her. I explained my situation as best I could, but that didn’t make it any easier.
In the end, I passed up a chance to have sex when it had been years and years but didn’t want to risk going back to jail for not being home if my parole officer happened to show up at 10:04 pm to see if I was there.
Some guy dropped a wad of 100’s at a taco stand while paying. I pointed it out to him; he picked it up didn’t even say thanks. The guy behind me paid for my tacos and said I should have taken it. But I still feel good that I did the right thing.