This is an actually that happened to me around 30 years ago when I was around 18 years old. As most teenagers know, especially girls, you need money to survive. I mean you've got to shop for clothes, go out on the weekends and have spending money.
At this particular time I did not work and I was looking for a job. I was driving and if I wanted to use my parents' car I had to put gas in it. So needless to say I wanted to work and make some money.
My friend Lynn was working at pizza place in the mall when she told me they were looking for more help during the holidays because they were really busy with all the shoppers.
I told Lynn I was interested and I came to fill out an application that next day.
It so happened that both of the mangers were in at the time and they interviewed me right away. They both were in their mid 20's and shared managerial duties on the afternoon and evening shifts.
Jesse was tall and somewhat thin, Roger was shorter and pretty fat. Neither one was that attractive, but I was looking for a job not a date.
The interview went well and they offered me the job. They wanted me to start the next day and I told them I could.
I was so excited to tell Lynn and to thank her for getting me an interview. About 6 months later, on a Thursday night almost near closing time, Lynn said she had to leave early to study for a test.
I said "No problem, I can finish cleaning up." So she left and I began to clean up as the mall was shutting down and there wouldn't be any more customers.
As I just finished closing up, Jesse called me into his office. So I went in and he told me to have a seat. He said to me, "Cathy, you're doing a great job and we really appreciate your hard work."
"But we have a problem", he said.
"What type of problem", I said.
"I was over by the employee lockers and I couldn't help but smell something strange on your jacket," he said.
I thought to myself, oh shit he smelled pot on my jacket from the joint I smoked during my break. "What kind of smell?" I asked. Jesse said, "It smells like pot."
"It can't be, I don't smoke pot," I said. "Then explain this for me," Jesse said. He then reached down under his desk and placed my purse on his desk.
I said, "What are doing with my purse? It's private property." "Not when you're on this property it's not," he said. And with that, he opened my purse and pulled out my bag of pot.
"Can you explain this?" Jesse said. "It's not mine, I'm holding it for a friend," I said.
"Yeah sure," he said. "No really, it's not mine," I said again.
"I don't believe you. We'll just go to the mall police and let them decide what to do," he said.
"No, please don't do that! I'll be in tons of trouble. Please, I won't ever bring it here again. I promise," I said.
"How am I supposed to believe you?" he said.
"I'll just have to prove it to you," I said.
Jesse said, "I know just how you can prove it". "How?" I said.
"I'll tell you," Jesse said. Then he got up from his chair, walked over to the door, and closed it.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "You're going to prove yourself right now," Jesse said.
Then he returned to his chair and sat down. "Come over here and suck my dick and I won't tell the police," Jesse said.
I said, "What!"
"Come over here, get down on your knees and suck my dick," he said.
"No fucking way! I'm not sucking your dick," I replied.
"Then we'll just have to go visit the mall police," Jesse said.
"There's no way I'm sucking your dick," I said again.
