From the low cut clothing showing my voluptuous cleavage to dancing to music I hated only so that the guys will stare at me and my chest as it bounced...wildly. Unfortunately, get my clothing off and the breasts sagged and my legs simply looked heavy - and so I had seen that repugnance in more than one male set of eyes when I woke up to my temporary nameless lovers.A Senior Account Executive by day, a trollop by night - thats me! Put a few drinks into me and I become the life of the party - the. Instead it brought back memories of a similar assignment that I was required to write for a Creative Writing class during my senior year in high school. Minus the orgy, of course! Looking back now, I don't even remember what I ended up writing; but the one thing that is stuck in my memory about the whole thing is Ralph, my boy-friend's reaction about my assignment.To make things a bit clearer here for the Moderators at Storiesonline, at the time this happened Ralph and I were 20 and 19. He admitted to enjoying it himself very much. His quiet telling of the sensation was the motivation for me to regularly try to take more and more of him. It was difficult, however. The gagging reflex was strong. There had to be a trick.Into the second week, I was well past the mental thoughts of ‘okay, I’ll probably be fucked or asked to suck, again’ and it was now, ‘it’s almost afternoon, I can’t wait to find out how he wants me to suck or fuck him today’. I sat at the conference table. Robin and I didn't know each other much before we started on air, but we hit it off immediately, and within six months we were rating number one in our market. And of course, rating number one consistently brings benefits like pay increases and interviews with rising stars.I was in the office one day before air time when the phone rang. Our producer was out so I answered the phone."D-Team hello," I said, concentrating on a script I was writing for Robin to read."Ah... hello? I was wanting to.