Getting any kind of work experience was practically impossible in this town. It’s all unpaid interns

Getting any kind of work experience was practically impossible in this town. It’s all unpaid internships or service jobs that do nothing to make your resume attractive to an company that you might really want to work at. The only real way to get a job is to know someone or to have something to offer that no one else does. I definitely had nothing that someone else couldn’t offer and I barely knew anyone and especially not anyone with the kind of connections or powers that would get me a paying job anywhere.That was why when my dad’s friend, Dave, called me to offer a position as a paid intern at his law firm I was more than happy to accept. I was practically bouncing with joy for the rest of the day. I called my dad to let him know and to berate him for getting his friend to get me a job but he just told me that he hadn’t had anything to do with it. He told me that I was lucky and that his friend probably thought I would make a good paralegal some day once I got my degree.Well three months later and I’ve learned exactly what interns do at Dave’s firm. I’ve spent every day running errands, making copies and answering phone calls, that is until Dave calls me into his office. He tells his secretary its a daily briefing and free lesson on law and what to do and what not to do but I’m sure she’s not stupid and the looks she gives me, the ones full of silent condemnation over the sounds she can hear through the closed office door, all tell me what she really knows and thinks. I can’t help it though, ever since that first afternoon when I’d gone in all bright eyed and full of hope and naive trust before being bent over Dave’s desk I had lost myself. Every day I lost myself in what he does to me, the way he’ll flip up my skirt and bend me over his desk before plowing himself into me. An hour of him using me, teaching me all of the things a girl can do for a man with her body and I’m left sore and leaking his seed while I pant on the floor next to his desk.Every weekend I have to tell my father how great his friend is and how he’s taking care of daddy’s baby girl when in reality every day he’s teaching me some other way to please him before sending me back out into the office trying to keep his cum from dripping down my leg and showing all the other interns exactly what kind of girl I am. It’s worth it though, eventually I’ll be a paralegal here and most of the other girls will end up just going home and giving up on their dreams. We’ve already had a few quit because their skirts and blouses no longer covered their growing bellies. I’m sure that I’ll make it though, none of them want this as much as me. -- source link

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