Reply: When a princess needs a papa to protect her.

At the time I was a receivables clerk for a very male dominated company. Females represented seven percent of the workforce. I was young, 19, and pretty enough for these men to come after me. Defense was basically bunching up with the other females. If you were separated from the herd, your ass was grass. 

Joe, a big guy, had intentions with me. I avoided him at all costs. One older woman told me  I either got a man with authority over Joe, or Joe was going to have me for dinner. There was a birthday celebration in the wreck room for the woman who advised me, she had been there a while. She introduced me to Ken,  Vice President. Suck his cock, get his coffee, make myself available to him. 

On a Friday night after work some people went to a happy hour. Ken would be there. My advisor took me. She sat me beside Ken. She told Ken he should buy me some fresh panties, in case the opportunity presented itself. Ken took me home. He didn't like my apartment, he didn't like my panties, he didn't like how bushy I was. I got a set of new panties with a woman razor to smooth up for him. It helped that Ken knew how to treat a woman. 

When Joe tried to get to me, Ken stopped him, told him I had a Daddy looking after me. I carried fresh panties with me, in case Daddy O wanted more than coffee. Ken told me Joe only had one ball, he had lost his ball in a motorcycle accident. I was Ken's little number, always wore fresh panties and kept my world smooth for him.  In return Ken paid my rent at a more upscale apartment, and made sure I had enough pennies to dress nice for him. 

Considering the number of men in the company, having a senior protector paid dividends for me. Only Ken ever rode me.