“Do you like what you see” I asked him. I felt puzzled, I felt used, blackmailed, like a whore I know I am, and happy about. Black porn I could tell I wasn’t liked by the other girls, as they had their own little clique. The girls just looked at me in disgust. I put my sweater to cover up after my shift (this was the last time I would cover up at work period) and headed to his office. I got a huge pay increase so I wasn’t that upset, at being used like a slut. The other girls in the bar still don’t seem to like me as much, but one in particular who really has it in for me, Rachel. I felt puzzled, I felt used, blackmailed, like a whore I know I am, and happy about. He gave me his mobile number, and said I was the new Tuesday closing girl, and if he needed me he would text me a message.
