British Steel
My first job after uni was with British Steel in Sheffield and on the first Friday I was invited for a drink after work at the local dive just outside the works gates - "The Plumpers" - along with seemingly most of the workforce.

Not my immediate boss, but his boss, was an aggressive little jockinese (hello Bob!) and by the time I got there he was already fairly pissed. I was introduced to him as "the new graduate", and he then introduced me to the young lady next to him. This was his secretary with whom he was enjoying some extra-marital nooky.

He then asked me if I would like to fuck her.

Damned if you do - damned if you don't.

"errmmmm...thanks Bob but ermmm.. I..errmmm....think she's very attractive but not really my type thanks"

I then had to endure several minutes of interrogation of why not? Were her tit's too small? Was she too short? Did she have a fat arse? before my actual boss decided to rescue me.

I could never take him seriously after that.
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