Men 2

We were working as a loan processor for a mortgage broker. He would sponsor loan officers until they could close that first deal. His motto was just pay me back when you can, so an ethical crook; loyal to his people period with a Christmas party approaching. Over hanging in the streets placed me in a financial bind that was going to prevent me from attending. My boss was questioning if flakey would be there. Quiet storm (my nick name) had peculiar ways (marginal social skills) trying to hide homo but fast like a ho on getting that paper (without giving up sex: creeping with a file: in proper stacking order) and rough for my work tier-“we’re going stated income” and that should tell you how old this is now add 10 lmao; learning the American way: the world didn’t work like the U for a lot of us. We fessed up; “I don’t have money for an outfit” (enough heels and dress coats). He says "how much do you need?" My reply was “$20 would be fine”- don’t laugh you’d have to know the layout to understand what you could achieve for that price at that time, in this particular neighborhood and I’m tall but at my size (you stupid bitch; now you can laugh: insecure couldn’t tell anybody what we had asked that crowd for). He drove a Porsche; my boss use to drive it- just me and him to pick up lunch for the office) but he looked at me like wtf and says let me holler at ( ) and I’ll get back to you. The owner calls me into his office a few days later and says “here’s your money ($100) see at you the Christmas party.” They were not looking for anything sexually from me; it broke my heart. Looking at his website right now; I don’t want to get caught up in nothing, so.