Teenage Black Widow

Posted with permission of author, Jan 25 2018, FB comment 

I’ve been thinking recently of an incident, I was 16 or 17 I think, from when I first started volunteering for JME. Jeff took me aside, asked to do a favor for him, something about helping with a performer or something. Unthinkingly I was like, “Okay, sure.” So he leads me to some clearly much older dude in the lobby, says, “Hey, this is Black Widow. She’s a Volunteer, and has to do anything I say. Her job is to keep you entertained and happy while we sort things out for you.” “Anything?” asks the guy in a creepy tone. “Yeah, it’s her job to make you happy. She’ll do anything.” I was so uncomfortable, and tried to deflect as best I could. Made him a cup of tea, and tried to gtfo from the lobby as quickly as I could.

It didn’t hit me until now just what he was implying. It wasn’t the first, or the last time. I’m not the only one.

I suppressed the memory for a while because it was so gross. But at least I was in the lobby, surrounded by people and could make an escape.

The implications of trying to, essentially, pimp out a pretty teen girl to some creep... He’s done this to so many other girls, too.

I also can’t even count anymore the number of times Popcorn either harrassed, groped, begged, etc. over the years. Not a single interaction with him without any attempt to grab my ass or chest, or beg to eat me out or bend me over. I really hate that guy. Like, so much.

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