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Jessica's Change Management Ch. 01

By: Cathartico



---Premise---

This story is based on a female reader's fantasy and more hardcore than erotic writing. It's about dominance, submission, sexual humiliation and rough sex. Always keep in mind it's a fantasy. I'm not a native English speaker. So I hope you may forgive some wrong use of punctuation etc.

---Prelude---

I let out a deep sigh when I finally reclined on a sun lounger in my backyard. It was Friday afternoon, and so far the week had been extremely stressful. Today was my first chance to relax. It was a warm, sunny summer day that was perfectly suited for chilling out. And that was exactly my intent for the day.

Maybe, I should introduce myself first. My name is Jessica Addams. I'm 32 years old and work for a consulting firm. It's a rather small local branch of a global firm with a CEO and two departments. I'm the head of the management department and mostly involved with change management projects. 

In a nutshell, it's an extremely busy job. It's time-consuming and stressful. But on the other hand, it's a powerful position in a male-dominated business. I'm the superior to ten employees. Not too bad for a 32 year old girl, right? However, the success comes at great expense.

A month ago, my boyfriend Nate unceremoniously dumped me after a four year relationship. It was a pretty nasty breakup. Obviously, he felt like he didn't get enough attention in between my projects. 

And what did he do about it? He didn't discuss it with me at all! Instead, he started an affair with a younger woman. It took him several months of cheating to finally work up the courage to tell me that he had fallen for another girl. And that was the end of our relationship. 

So that's it! Four years down the drain just like that. I hadn't even seen it coming. I guess I was too busy busting my ass on projects. Out of a sudden, I was packing my bags, looking for a new home, and saying goodbye to my old life. And all that while working long hours on the latest project.

So here I am, a newly fledged single in a new house, and finally, I've got some spare time at hands. Basking in the sun with a cold cocktail at my side, I had some time to reflect on the breakup with Nate. The first few weeks, I had been more than furious about it all. I had been so angry and upset about the way it had gone down! All I had wanted was to slap some sense into that cheating bastard of an ex boyfriend.

But instead, I had vented my anger in a different way. For the first time in years, I hadn't spent the weekends working. Instead, I had met some old girlfriends. We had dressed up and hit the clubs. It had been fun turning a blind eye to my worries and simply letting go. Somehow, this free-spirited mood had activated my naughty side. And each weekend, I had gone home with a different guy. 

It made me feel more alive than ever. Hot sex with no serious consequences and no strings attached. Just some guilt-free fun - nothing more, nothing less. That was all I wanted at the moment. And the sex was awesome -- not tender love-making but raw passionate fucking. 

I felt like I had a lot of catching up to do. To be honest, my sex life with Nate had been nothing to write home about. It had been far from adventurous. Quite the contrary, it had been routine. But that was over and done. Now was the time to live out my fantasies!

It wasn't just the sex I enjoyed on those nights out. Most of all, I relished the teasing and the feeling of being the center of attention. Gosh! Feeling everybody's eyes on me gets my motor running like nothing else. I guess I've got a bit of an exhibitionistic side there. 

During the relationship with Nate, I had totally forgotten how much of a party girl I had been back in college. I had either been too busy with work or in a serious relationship ever since. But I'm single now, and at the moment, it was the perfect distraction from the stress in my life and especially the stress at work.

Nowadays, I'm not a college girl anymore, but I don't have to hide myself. I've been told that I'm a hot little firecracker with my beaming smile, long wavy chestnut hair, and sparkling blue eyes. The rest of my body isn't too bad either. Personally, I think I'm tight in all the right places and soft and round in all the others. I'm only 5'4" tall with a petite frame. That makes my 36c bust and curvy bubble butt even more impressive. All told, I can still compete with any college girl on a given day.

My reflection on my bygone relationship with Nate was interrupted by a knock on the garden gate. I wasn't expecting anybody, but I was grateful to get snapped out of my depressing thoughts. Swinging the gate open, I was confronted by a young Latino who was barely 20 years old. He smiled brightly when he greeted me. 

Just then, I realized that I was standing in front of him clad in nothing but my bikini. I hadn't thought about my outfit as I wasn't expecting anybody. It was a tiny red string bikini with golden trim that I only wore for tanning sessions, as the scarce fabric merely covered the bare necessities. It seemed a bit inappropriate to greet a stranger in such a flimsy outfit. But hey, this was my backyard after all! 

The muscular hunk didn't seem to mind it either. I instantly sensed his longing look down my cleavage and took it as a nice affirmation that I still got what it takes to make a hot, young jock check me out.

"Good evening Miss Addams, my name's Danny Rodriguez. I used to be the pool boy for the Smiths."

"Hi Danny." I greeted him back although I was a bit confused about his sudden appearance.

"Oh, no one calls me Danny, Miss. Everybody says D-Rod." He replied with a bright smile. "I was wondering, now that the Smiths have moved out, if you might need a pool boy, too."

I observed the jock's handsome face and muscled arms while he spoke. I hadn't thought about pool cleaning or yard work before. But I definitely wasn't into gardening. So what the heck! As long as the pool boy looked as handsome as this well-built jock, I wasn't about to complain.

"Yeah sure, that would be great." I told him. "You can start when?"

"Right now if it's OK with you, Miss Addams!" The young Latino replied, pointing at the equipment he had stashed in the trunk of his truck.

"Fine with me!" I nodded my agreement.

Maybe, it was the cocktail. Maybe, it was the memories of the past nights out with my girlfriends. But I felt a rush of adrenaline surging through my body at the thought of watching this ripped muscular hunk doing his work in my backyard. So I lay back on my sun lounger and treated myself to another cocktail while the jock fetched his equipment.

For the next half hour, D-Rod tended the pool while I enjoyed the sun and tried to read a book. I didn't get much reading done, though. Instead, I caught myself surreptitiously peeping over the edge of the book and observing the muscular hunk. It looked like hard work, and his tight shirt was getting drenched in sweat. Gosh, he really was a good looking young man. And I was more than ready for my next sex adventure.

I guess my observation wasn't as surreptitiously as I thought. After a while, the pool boy pulled his shirt off and continued working topless. I caught a glimpse on the tattoos covering his muscled upper arms. It only made him look manlier. He seemed to stretch and pull every sinew while cleaning the pool. Several times, he caught me glancing at his ripped abs and returned my looks with a knowing smile. Of course, I feigned ignorance.

Still, I continued my teasing. It was getting me all hot and bothered. All my worries were forgotten. I was simply enjoying the moment. Unconsciously, I started rubbing my legs together and felt my crotch getting damp.

With every passing minute, I got more adventurous. I put the book away and grabbed the cocktail. In the most seductive way I could muster, I closed my lips around the straw and started sucking on it. Over and over, my soft red lips slid up and down the plastic straw.

I knew I had the pool boy's full attention. So I feigned a little mishap and let the straw slip out of the cocktail glass. It slid down my breasts to my tight tummy. Taking my time to pick it back up, I let the plastic straw slide through my deep cleavage in a most sexy way. 

If Nate could see me like that, he would burst with envy! He had never gotten me so worked up. I was in a complete teasing mood by now. Somehow, it was a challenge for me as a grown woman to entice such a young, attractive hunk. The sheer thought of seducing a boy barely out of high school made my whole body tingle with anticipation.

When the young Latino finished his work at the pool, I felt like I was stewing in my juices. He was about to take his gardening tools back to his truck. It was now or never! 

As if struck by lightning, I jumped off the sun lounger and hurried into the kitchen. When the pool boy returned to the backyard to pick up the remaining tools, I was waiting for him with a glass of water.

"You did such a great job, D-Rod!" I gushed. "And you were so quick about it. You must be exhausted!"

"I brought you some refreshment. Why don't you have a drink with me?" I invited him to stay a bit longer.

Handing him the glass of water, I stepped close to him. My tits almost touched his bare, muscular chest, and my nipples clearly poked through the flimsy material of my red bikini top. I thought I had clearly telegraphed my intention. Still, the young Latino didn't react the way I had expected. He was either too dumb to be true or stringing me along. 

Anyways, the excitement was killing me. I was gone way too far by now. I had to get the guy. I couldn't bother with subtle hints any longer. My eagerness to go a step further was quite a surprise - even for myself.

I knew that my neighbors weren't at home. There was no one around who could incidentally spy on me and see whatever might happen in my backyard. I definitely didn't want my neighbors to find out about my naughty adventures! So this was a onetime chance. I had to take it!

"Phew!" I exclaimed while fanning myself in an exaggerated manner. "It's so hot! I feel like my skin is burning."

"My body could use some cooling!" I purred, raising my eyebrows in a most seductive way.

I felt so naughty - a grown woman standing inches away from this young, muscular jock and explicitly hitting on him. But I also felt so good, so alive! 

After my last remark, a knowing glint lit up in the pool boy's eyes. He fully understood my intentions! He didn't move an inch, though. He saw me stirring with excitement. He saw me tip-toeing from nervousness. Fuck! He was playing with me! And it only turned me on the more. I felt like my pussy was about to boil over.

"I can help ya wit the coolin', Miss Addams." He finally said with a cool demeanor, clasping his arms in front of his chest. "Da question is what can ya offer in return, yo!"

His answer struck me out of nowhere. How was he talking like? Suddenly, he was speaking with some crude accent talking like some kind of ghetto gangster. Besides that, his demeanor had totally changed as well. The nice, young guy was totally gone. Instead, the pool boy planted himself in front of me coming over as an intimidating macho who wouldn't take no for an answer.

I hadn't expected anything like that. He wanted me to offer something to him? He had some audacity! I mean he was the one hitting it lucky, right? He was the one getting the chance to fuck a hot, full-grown woman! Who the fuck was he to make any kinds of demands? 

"Uuuhhh!" I squealed in astonishment before I had a chance to reply.

The pool boy proved that his dominant demeanor wasn't a fluke. He made good use of his drink. He tipped the glass and spilled the water all over my chest! He wetted my tits and drenched the tiny red bikini top. 

"Show me what cha got ta offer, Miss Tease!" He exclaimed with a firm voice.

The young Latino was taking control of the situation. He was clearly the dominant type of guy. It was something totally new for me. Usually, I was the one giving orders. I was the exec leading my staff members. But right here, right now, this young macho thug was about to turn the tables and give the orders. 

I was having second thoughts. But I didn't really know how to back off. I mean I wasn't completely innocent. After all, I had been the one basically throwing myself at him. I had explicitly offered my body to him, and now, here he was taking it without tolerating any objections. 

I was about to protest. We were still in my backyard! My house, my rules, right? But something kept me from rebelling. Something drew me to this dominant, thuggish macho. Something I couldn't quite grasp.

"Get it on, Miss Tease!" He pressed impatiently.

He was giving me a naughty nickname! And it caused my pussy to throb! That was it! I was so aroused I was beyond the point of no return. I was so needy that I couldn't even fathom the thought of being rejected. Much to my own disbelief, I was more than willing to go along and let this young jock take the lead. In a strange way, his dominant, aggressive macho behavior was a turn-on! 

Here I was, the fine, respected business lady taking orders from a young thug. It was a total role reversal! It even added a bit of danger! As if me fucking the pool boy in my own backyard wasn't naughty enough, right? But I can't describe how much it intensified my excitement. Why not try something new? Why not take it a step further? That was the main goal of my sex adventures, wasn't it? Gosh, I was so up for this!

While my mind was occupied processing this unexpected development, my body reacted on its own. Getting called 'Miss Tease' and being treated like an easy slut had hit a nerve with me. It made my pussy tingle like hell. My hips began swaying from side to side, dancing to an imaginary beat. I ran my fingers along the golden trim of the red bikini top. Then I grabbed the flimsy triangle cups and pulled them to the sides. I stood in front of a 20 year old pool boy with my boobs exposed!

I couldn't help it. I gave my best to dance as sexily as possible for the young Latino. I gyrated my hips, shook my ass, and jiggled my tits for the guy's viewing pleasure. Meanwhile, the pool boy wasn't passive at all. He refilled the glass with pool water and splashed a second load all over my exposed boobs.

"Uuuhhh!" I shrieked when the cool liquid hit my sensitive tit flesh. 

The cold water made me shiver at first. But I was so hot it felt like the liquid was instantly vaporizing on my burning skin. The drops of water fizzed on my large, firm breasts and slowly dripped off. I could see the sight of my drenched, glistening fleshglobes making D-Rod's mouth water. To further increase the appeal, I cupped my tits from the sides and pressed them together. Rubbing the two soft globes against each other, I massaged the cold water into my tit flesh.

"Uuuooohhh!" I shrieked again when the pool boy treated my boobs to a third cold shower as a reward for my efforts. 

But this time, it was rather a moan than a scream. Continuing to squeeze and rub my tits, my groans got louder. 

"Release dem juggs, Miss!" He told me in his crude ghetto slang. "Shake dat water off! Make dem titties bounce!" 

I had completely given myself to the moment by now, so I didn't hesitate for a second. This was shaping up to be an unforgettable adventure, and I was out to enjoy it to the fullest. This macho thug still called me 'Miss' when he was clearly the one dominating me. This stark contrast gave the whole situation such a lewd, raunchy feel. I hadn't known this about me, but it made my pussy melt.

I took my hands off my ample boobs. They proudly stuck out from my chest. Then I started moving my shoulders in circling motions. Going slow at first, I continuously accelerated the speed.

My big, round tits began bobbing from side to side. At first, they swayed around gently like a pendulum. But the faster my shoulders moved, the wilder they began to swing. Finally, they bounced around unrestrictedly in all directions. The water sprayed to all sides, some of it even splattering in my face.

I felt the full weight and strong pull of my breast meat making my skin tingle. I saw the pool boy almost drooling at the mesmerizing sight, and the tingling turned into an irresistible prickling. I had never felt so horny before.

When I had shaken the water off my bouncing titties, the pool boy grabbed my hips and turned me around. His strong grip didn't allow any resistance. But I was butter in his hands anyways.

"Time to present dat killer ass, Miss Tease!" D-Rod exclaimed.

The way he called my butt a 'killer ass' made me smile with pride. So I didn't hesitate and grabbed my red string bottom at the sides. The bikini bottom was so drenched in my pussy juices that it tightly stuck to my snatch. Swaying my hips, I pulled the tiny piece of fabric down just underneath my round butt cheeks. This way, the material pushed my ass cheeks upwards making them look even curvier.

"Fuuuck! Dat's sum nice 'n shiny, big, wet butt, yo!" The young Latino remarked when he poured a healthy dose of pool water over my ass. 

I felt the cold liquid running down my butt cheeks in thin trails. I knew what he expected without him requesting it. So I began moving my ass in circles. Once again, I started slow and continuously picked up speed. Eventually, I was vigorously shaking my ass, making the water spray in all directions. 

I felt like one of the sluts in those hip hop videos that provided nothing but pure eye candy. This was only increased by D-Rod's macho demeanor and ghetto slang. I felt so far removed from my powerful executive self. But all the stress and worries that came with the job were just as far away. I felt incredibly free and alive. Nothing else mattered than quenching my sexual thirst.

With a look over my shoulder, I saw that D-Rod's tongue was almost dangling out of his mouth from lust. Somehow, I felt the need to further increase the lascivious sight of my bouncing ass. So I changed pace. I stopped circling my hips and bent slightly forward. Then I started flexing my ass muscles making my buttocks jump up and down. 

"Yeah! Bounce dat butt like a lowrider!" The pool boy commented. 

The water had long sprayed off my ass. Instead, my buttocks were shining with sweat by now. The amount of sweat was only rivaled by the pussy juice flowing out of my snatch. My whole body glistened alluringly in the sunlight. I felt so naughty, I felt so dirty, dancing in my own backyard and putting on a slutty show for this young thug. But I also felt sexier than ever.

SLAP SLAP

I felt a spank to each bouncing buttock. It was rather a passionate tap than a slap but it stopped my butt shaking for good. The taps made my skin prickle compellingly. The magnetic tingle shot straight to my pussy and exploded in a pleasurable jolt. 

"What a spankable killer ass!" The pool boy commented his slaps.

Somehow his remark made the taps shine in a completely new light. I enjoyed the way this dirty macho praised my body. Somehow, I felt like I had earned those slaps and worked hard to get them! I had no clue why this presuming, ruthless behavior turned me on so much. But I wasn't in the mood to waste any thought on it. I was in the mood to get a royal fucking.

"Look at dat! Guess ya lil slut show caught sumbody's eye. Looks like ya got sum nu fan." D-Rod exclaimed, pointing to my neighbors' house.

I stopped in confusion. What the fuck was he talking about? My backyard was separated from my neighbors' property by a hedge that was head-high. It wasn't possible to peek into my backyard from their porch. And besides, they were away on vacation anyways.

Following his finger with my eyes, I saw him pointing at a window on the first floor. And my eyes grew wide in shock. There was a plumber leaning out of an open window watching us!


Jessica's Change Management Ch. 01



I got frantic at once and tried to cover up my exposed tits. Shit! This wasn't supposed to happen! What was this plumber doing in the house? How was I supposed to know that my neighbors had contracted a laborer to do some repairs while they were away over the weekend?

He had seen me naked. He had seen me stripping and dancing for the pool boy! He could tell my neighbors and expose me as a naughty slut all over the neighborhood. I had just moved here! I didn't want my reputation ruined after only a couple of weeks!

SLAP SLAP

D-Rod gave me two spanks on my ass cheeks in response to my frantic attempt of covering up. He firmly grasped my wrists and pulled them behind my back.

"Stop makin' such a fuss, Miss Tease! Ya sum lil drama queen, or what?" He spat at me. "Just sum workin' man enjoyin' a lil slut struttin' her stuff."

"Ya don't wanna deny him dat fun, do ya? Let him enjoy watchin' ya 'n he ain't gonna tell nobody!" He firmly concluded. 

I wasn't convinced by D-Rod's reasoning, though. I was about to object and wrestle my arms free. But the young Latino caught me by surprise.

"Hey man! Ya like dem show? She's one hot piece of cougar ass, ain't she?" He screamed over to the plumber.

It took my breath away. He had just addressed this stranger by calling me a hot cougar! I felt so embarrassed. I felt so slutty! There was no way of hiding anymore! This was getting out of hand!

"What cha think? Wanna watch me fuck da shit outta dat hot coug, yo?" D-Rod continued speaking to the laborer. 

The plumber reacted by applauding. He obviously liked the idea. By contrast, I didn't like it at all. His applause made my face flush in a deep, crimson color. I was beyond ashamed. Even worse, I was still standing bend over with my bare tits hanging off my chest and my arms held behind my back. I felt like such an easy slut.

"First though, ya gotta promise me sumfin', man." D-Rod laid down the law. "Ya tell nobody 'bout this. OK? We got a deal, vato?"

Once again, the plumber clapped his hands and gave the thumbs up to signal his consent. He wouldn't waste the chance of watching a hot-ass MILF getting the shit fucked out of her for nothing in the world.

"See? He ain't gonna tell ya neighbors." The pool boy told me. "Ya privacy 'round here's safe."

I still wasn't convinced. But I didn't really have a point to argue, did I? The milk was spilt. The plumber had already seen me naked. He had seen enough to ruin my reputation, and the chance of him spilling the secret to my neighbors was higher if I rejected the plan. There wasn't really anything to do for me other than play along.

"Besides, look at cha nipples, Miss Tease! They're hard as fuck." D-Rod told me. "Gettin' watched turns ya on, ain't it? Ya a lil exhibitionist, ain't cha?"

I wanted to disagree. I wanted to break away from his grip and run into my house. But I didn't do it. My will was too weak. The pool boy was right, even if I didn't want to admit it. My skin was prickling all over my body. Knowing that this common laborer was watching me act all slutty was a major turn-on. My overexcited body yearned for the naughty adventure to go on.

I was kind of ashamed of my bodily reactions. But I couldn't do anything against it. All these sensations were overwhelming me. They were clouding my mind and making me follow my carnal needs. So I remained silent and kept my bent over position. The young Latino took this as an affirmation and released my arms. He grabbed my shoulders and led me over to my sun lounger, placing me with my back on it. When I came to rest on the sun bed, I immediately spread my legs wide. My pussy was on fire and yearning for attention. The plumber watching from the neighbors' house was almost forgotten.

Without further request, I grabbed my red bikini bottom and pulled it completely off. I lay on the sun lounger naked and splayed open, shamelessly presenting my pussy for the pool boy's examination. 

I think I have a beautiful, tight, little pussy that I keep neatly trimmed. My outer labia get puffy from arousal which gives them an incredibly juicy look. My inner lips protrude from their shelter and turn deep red from excitement which makes them stand in stark contrast to my light pink inner pussy flesh. Right now, my inner lips glowed as crimson as never before. 

I couldn't stand the itching radiating from my yearning pussy any longer. So I reached down and touched my clit. My action didn't find favor with the pool boy, though.

"Hands off dat clit, Miss Tease!" He ordered. ""Knead 'em titties, lil hussy!"

The Latino's voice got sharper and more commanding. He could sense that I was enjoying the role reversal. So he was getting more dominant by the second. I was completely wrapped up in my role as a teasing flirt by now. I simply wanted to do what this dirty macho ordered. So I grabbed my full, round boobs and began kneading my soft tit flesh while enclosing my erect nipples with my index and middle fingers squeezing them hard.

"Ya've been a naughty prick-tease, lil hussy!" The pool boy scolded me. "Ya think ya deserve my cock?"

I couldn't believe it. I was given a scolding by a 20 year old jock just out of high school! I was the grown woman here! I should be the one teaching this boy a lesson! Yet, here I was, lying naked on a sun lounger, letting this young thug have his way with me, scolding me in his crude ghetto slang! It should have riled me up but it was a major part of the kinky role play.

"Oh pleassse, stuff this slut!" I babbled almost incoherently.

Begging for his cock was so embarrassing. I would never dare to say things like that to anyone -- let alone to such a young guy. But my arousal got the better of me.

"Pleassse, give this teasing slut what she neeeeds!"

My pleading turned into moaning when the young Latino touched my sensitive clit. The contact struck me like a lightning bolt, and I rampantly wriggled around on the sun lounger. But as soon as his finger had touched my clit, it was gone again. Thrusting out my crotch, my yearning pussy greedily tried to snap at his finger. My snatch longed to get filled. But the young Latino kept his hand away from my loins.

"Ooohhh!"

I groaned again when the pool boy's finger was back on my clit. But once more, his finger was gone just as quickly as before. 

"Nooo!" I grunted in frustration.

My pussy was burning with unfulfilled lust, and every brief touch to my clit made it worse as it intensified the heat. Still, I dutifully kept my hands on my tits, vigorously kneading my boobs.

The pool boy kept his finger only inches away from my pussy, and my crotch automatically jabbed out again. But I failed miserably. D-Rod pulled his finger away at the last second.

"Hehehe!" The thug commented my uninhibited wriggling with mocking laughter.

He started playing with my body. Holding his finger close to my pussy, he made my crotch jab out time and again. I performed a lewd dance madly humping the sun lounger. 

"Ooohhh!... Aaaahhh!... Oooohhh!"

I couldn't stop moaning and groaning. His teasing drove me wild.

"Ooouuuooohhh!"

Finally, he had an understanding with me and pushed his index finger into my dripping snatch, making me grunt like an animal in response. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. My whole body felt like a live wire, current streaming through every nerve. Meanwhile, the dirty macho slowly added a second and third finger to my overflowing snatch.

"Oooh!... Fuck! Oh Gosh! Oooh!..." 

Here I was, a grown woman blatantly groaning and moaning in her own backyard with an unknown plumber watching! I increased the speed of my tit-massage until I was mauling my poor breast meat and pulling on my nipples. When the young jock started pushing three fingers in and out of my pussy, my groans turned into choppy grunts.

I was closing in on a major orgasm, and amazingly, a cock hadn't even touched my pussy yet. It was all coming together - the naughtiness of behaving so lewdly in open daylight, the taboo of a mature woman fucking such a young guy, the role-play of getting dominated by a macho thug. And it was more powerful than any physical contact.

"Oooaaarrrgggh!"

I screamed my head off when the wave of pleasure finally broke and swept me away. Surge after surge of bliss washed over my body. And my pussy reacted in unison vigorously clenching D-Rod fingers. 

I needed some time to come down from this staggering high. When the fuzziness was gone, D-Rod stood in front of me with his hard cock pulled out of his pants. Damn it! That was one fine cock! The young Latino had a dick that would make most men jealous. It was 'two hands plus' in length but the girth was even more impressive.

"Time to tease the prick, lil hussy!" He waved me over to his cock.

The pool boy had just given me the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. So I was more than willing to give some payback. I got onto my hands and knees on the sun lounger. 

"Hmmm! You want these velvet lips around your cock?" I purred. "You want me giving you a blowjob that could cure cancer?"

I stuck out my tongue and licked down the whole length of his shaft making it glisten wetly. Then I twirled my soft tongue around his cockhead before I slowly slid my velvet lips over his hard tool. I sucked down half his dick while I continued to attack his cockhead with my tongue. Obviously, the young jock enjoyed my efforts as he groaned out.

This spurred me on. I wanted to give him a blowjob he wouldn't forget any time soon. So I began bobbing my head up and down his cock while scraping my tongue along the shaft.

As my sex-life with Nate had consisted of simple vanilla sex, I wasn't very practiced with cock sucking. I had just discovered how much I enjoyed sucking cock during the latest one night stands. It wasn't so much the blowjob itself, but rather the guy's reaction, that I liked most. It always seemed like their entire existence was hanging on my lips.

In my particularly naughty state, I even kept my hands off the pool boy's cock and worked on his dick with nothing but my lips. A trick he seemed to enjoy if his groans were any indication.

I slowly increased the speed until my head was rapidly bobbing up and down. This caused drool to gather in my mouth and leak out of my lips. The amount of spit even caused squishing sounds to emanate from my lips. 

Somehow, it made me feel even naughtier. I was a powerful exec giving a wet, sloppy blowjob to a young macho thug in my backyard! What a lewd conduct! What an outrageous adventure! The dirtier, the more exciting it seemed.

It must have been one hell of a show as I heard the plumber whistling approvingly. His admiration, in combination with those wicked thoughts crossing my mind, got me hot again. Unconsciously, my hips started swaying and my ass began spinning anew, much to the plumbers' delight as he had a perfect view at my shaking ass and glistening pussy. Once again, I heard his approving catcalls.

Gosh! I wanted more! I had just cum, but it wasn't enough to satisfy my craving for the day. The whole situation was an entire new level of excitement for me.

SLAP

A spank landed on my left buttock. My swaying 'killer ass' had obviously invited D-Rod to give it another tap.

SLAP

It was closely followed by another slap to my right butt cheek. This time, the slaps were sharper than before. Obviously, the dirty macho was getting hornier, losing all his inhibitions. Anyway, I barely felt the sting of the smacks. Instead, the taps added more heat to my body and acted as incitement.

It spurred me on to try and get more of his cock into my mouth. I worked hard on sucking down two-thirds of his shaft. Of course, this increased the amount of spit pouring out of my lips until I could feel the drool covering my chin. Not that D-Rod minded it, though. 

SLAP SLAP

Every time, I pushed my mouth off his dick earned me a slap to my butt. The way I felt my ass radiating heat, I bet it was glowing crimson red by now. Somehow though, this rough treatment only made me shake my butt faster and work harder on sucking D-Rod's cock. Every spank made my twat tingle, and I felt it getting damp again.

Eventually, the pool boy leaned over my kneeling body and grabbed each of my buns in a hand. He started kneading my ass cheeks, and I couldn't help but moan along. His massage caused my pussy lips to get rhythmically pressed together and pulled apart. The wetness between my legs caused squishing, smacking sounds to emanate from my snatch.

It sounded so much like sex! It sounded so dirty! There was only one thought left in my mind. I needed the pool boy's cock in my pussy! I needed it here and now!

A moment later, the young Latino reached up from my ass and grabbed my shoulders. He easily flipped my small, lean body over and positioned me with my back on the sun lounger. Once again, I lay in front of the pool boy with my legs splayed open, presenting everything to this young jock.

This time, he didn't hesitate. Instead, he swiftly stepped between my open legs and positioned his rigid cock at my pussy. His cockhead nudged my swollen labia, making me shiver in excitement.

"Ya want it in ya, Miss Tease?" He asked in a mocking tone. "Betta ask like a good slut then!" 

"Pleassse!" I instantly blurted out without thinking about it. "Make me your bitch! Give me your cooock!" 

My reply turned into a long moan when the pool boy plunged his cock into my wet pussy and filled me with his hard meat. Holding his dick deep inside me without moving an inch, he was obviously waiting for something. I felt a surge of frustration. I was so close! 

"Please D-Rod, fuck me!" I started begging for more. "Bang my teasing pussy with your nice, hard cock! Punish me for being such a prick-tease!"

I couldn't believe how shamelessly I was pleading to this thug. I was almost mewling pathetically. But all I could think about was to get my relief. I was willing to do anything for a second orgasm.

My begging made the pool boy smile brightly. He roughly grabbed my firm tits and used them as handles while he slowly began to push in and out of my pussy in long strokes. My snatch held on to every movement, tightly clutching his hard shaft, while I sucked in every sensation savoring it to the fullest.

The macho mauled my soft tit flesh while increasing the speed of his thrusts. He began to pound away at my pussy, throwing his full weight onto my body.

"Ya so wet! Ya so easy, Miss Tease!" He told me while pinching my nipples. "Ya such a slut!"

"Yesss!" I babbled. "Fuck me with your young, hard cock! Oh yesss! Pound this teasing slut! Make this naughty prick-tease cum!"

My body and mind were flooded by sensations. It seemed like my pussy had been hardwired with my brain, and the circuit was overloading. I was so close to cumming. I could already sense the approaching explosion.

But out of a sudden, the cock was gone! I felt cold air rush into my open pussy bringing me back down! The pool boy had pulled his cock out of my snatch and left me unsatisfied. I wailed in frustration. I needed his dick! My release was so close!

"Time to do dem work, Miss!" D-Rod simply stated.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me off the sun lounger. Before I had a chance to realize what was going on, he had placed himself on the sun bed. He wanted me to straddle him and ride his cock.

"Don't wanna neglect cha fan, do we?" He remarked hinting at the plumber watching us.

I looked up at the laborer. Once again, I had totally forgotten about our audience. My skin immediately began prickling when I saw him leering at my boobs. I don't know what came over me, but I lifted my tits up to my mouth and gave each nipple a flick with my tongue while looking straight at the plumber and seductively lifting an eyebrow. Then I turned around and bent over. I reached back and spread my glistening pussy lips with my hands, showing off my pink pussy flesh while wiggling my ass enticingly. I must have looked like such a naughty slut. At least, that was exactly how I felt.

My pussy was itching like a mosquito bite. It desperately needed to be scratched. So I didn't waste any further time and jumped onto the pool boy's lap. I spread my legs wide and placed a foot on each side of the sun lounger. Grabbing his cock, I lowered my body down and quickly guided his shaft to the entrance of my leaking snatch. With all my pussy juice covering my twat, his dick easily slipped inside.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned when his cock had completely disappeared up my hot box.

Humping his lap in a rapid pace, I pulled my body up till his cockhead was all that was left up my pussy before plunging back down. It was hard work riding the young guy's cock as he didn't make a move to help. He simply rested on the sun lounger letting the teasing slut do the work. I quickly began sweating profusely from the effort, and the strain made itself felt on my legs. 

"Work my cock, yo! Show dem plumber ya a good bitch!" He encouraged me in his crude ghetto slang.

I cupped my big, soft tits and leaned forward pressing my boobs right into the pool boy's face, freely offering him my nipples to suck and nibble at. A new electric jolt exploded in my mind when I felt the young Latino softly biting onto my hard, sensitive buds.

Once again, I was closing in on my second orgasm. Sweat was dripping off my forehead onto my tits and my leg muscles screamed. But I barely noticed it. I bucked on the pool boy's cock like a crazed rodeo rider. I was more than ready to cum. Nothing could stop my orgasm this time.

Suddenly, I stumbled backwards. D-Rod had pushed me off his lap. I was so surprised I fell down onto my knees. The next second, the pool boy hovered over me and pointed his straining cock straight at my face.

I was still shrieking in surprise when his dick erupted. It started spraying jizz like a water hose. Wad after wad of sticky spunk shot out and landed directly on my cheeks! I had never gotten covered in cum before. It felt so sticky and gooey, it made me shudder. All the while, my body continued to tingle with unreleased lust. All the pent-up arousal screamed for release. I couldn't help but reach down and touch my clit. 

I was just about to furiously rub my pink button when D-Rod slapped my hand away, making me groan in frustration.

"Ya need more cock, slut? Get cha ass over there 'n serve his meat!" The macho exclaimed while pointing to the garden gate.

When I followed the direction with my eyes, my heart skipped a beat. The plumber was no longer watching from my neighbors' house. Instead, he was standing inside my backyard, jacking his cock! 

"He deserves ta get a piece of dat hot cougar ass, don't cha think?" D-Rod remarked. "After all, he promised to keep his mouth shut! Cha better make sure of it!"

I knew he had me in his hands. Of course, I wanted to make sure that no one ever came to know about this. Still, I felt played. The laborer had watched me fucking the pool boy. That should be enough, right?

"Ooohhh!"

Out of the blue, I groaned out again. While I still processed the new situation, D-Rod had grabbed my hard nipples and pinched them. It caused the pent-up, unreleased lust to report back. D-Rod didn't relent, though. He began mauling my tits, and the passion quickly suppressed my embarrassment. My body still craved relief.

"Look at his cock, Miss!" He told me while continuing to play with my nipples. "Makes ya mouth water, right?

I was so aroused I couldn't help but respond with moans. My body uncontrollably writhed around under his touch while I still kneeled on the ground with cum glazing my face.

"Ya need to cum, right? Lil teasin' slut!" The young Latino pressed on. 

"Yesss!" I purred without thinking. "Pleassse, fill your prick-tease's pussy!"

"I bet dat plumber can help cha wit it, Miss Tease!" D-Rod replied with a chuckle. "Ya want cha cunt filled? Ya get his cock or nufin'!"




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 01



"If ya beg nicely, he might make ya cum." He added while I stared at him with wide open eyes.

He wanted me to fuck a second stranger for the day. He wanted to turn me into a real slut. It wasn't me actively approaching the plumber. Instead, he was telling me to offer my body to him! How did he dare! This was still my house!

Somehow, however, my lust-flooded mind comprehended his order in a completely different way. I had teased the plumber all the time while D-Rod had fucked me, right? I had stirred him up mercilessly, right? So it only seemed fair to give him some release. And after all, I would get my much needed orgasm, too. 

For the moment, this way of reasoning seemed totally rational. My mind was completely set onto sex. Any kind of negative consequences got blanked out. Without giving it another thought, I scrambled to my feet and strolled over to the plumber. Just like D-Rod, he was younger than me, probably in his late 20s. He looked like an unremarkable white guy with short brown hair and quite a fit physique. 

On my way, I swayed my hips as sexily as possible. In my sex-crazed state, I was in full seduction mode. Coming to a halt in front of him, I realized that my face was still plastered with D-Rod's cum. It must have been such a nasty sight. But it made the plumber smile. 

Reaching up with my right hand, I began scraping the drying cum off my cheeks. With a sexually-fueled glint in my blue eyes, I made a show of exaggeratedly licking the spunk off my fingers. All the while, I gyrated my hips for the plumber, once again dancing to an imaginary beat. I repeated this procedure until I had fed all the jizz from my face to my mouth. 

"Hi handsome! I'm Jess and who are you?" I finally addressed the laborer. "You liked my show?"

"Yeah, always wanted to get my hands on a MILF!" The plumber exclaimed getting straight to the point. "I'm Trevor by the way 'n you're a smoking hot piece of cougar ass!"

"I like your melons, coug! Wanna fuck those big, fat juggs of yours! Get a move on, slut! Get 'em nice 'n wet for me!" He told me brusquely.

Woah, what a cheek! What an attitude! Not waiting for me to react, the laborer stripped off his bluey and his heavily inked body came to the light. His arms were completely covered with tattoo sleeves. Even his thighs were inked. I guess I had been wrong. He wasn't such an unremarkable guy after all but rather a harsh, coarse brute! 

But this barely registered with me. Instead, I was too mesmerized by his massive cock. The girth was striking. That veiny dick would stretch my pussy good and that was all I could think about at the moment.

"Mmmhhh, yesss!" I purred.

"You can do with my melons whatever you want as long as you fill this slut's cunt!" I suggested in my most seductive tone. 

Woah! My language was getting more vulgar as I was getting more aroused. But I didn't have time to ponder this at the moment. I had an urge to quench. Turning around, I walked all the way back to the pool. The plumber didn't bother to follow, though, preferring to watch me act slutty first. On my way, I made sure to shake my 'killer ass' with every step. Reaching the pool, a new surge of naughtiness swashed over me. 

I didn't grab the glass to fill it with water. Instead, I got down onto my knees and bent forward, leaning my upper body over the edge of the pool. Ever so slowly, I bowed down until the pool water touched my nipples. I continued until my tits were fully in the water. Then I lifted my shoulders back up. The water poured off my juggs the moment I pulled my tits out of the pool. I waited until all the liquid had dribbled off my boobs. From the looks of the guys, it must have been a mesmerizing sight.

Their reaction spurred me on to act even naughtier. I pushed my firm tits back into the water. This time, I reached back with my hands to my ass and grabbed my wet pussy lips. Then I pulled my labia apart. Kneeling at the edge of the pool, I presented my bright pink, inner pussy flesh while dipping my boobs in the water. Once again, I let the cold liquid dribble off. The plumber looked about to cum from the sheer sight alone.

With a sexy smile on my lips, I got back up and walked over to the scruffy laborer. I kneeled down directly in front of him and grabbed my titties. I held them up from beneath presenting them like a gift.

The plumber immediately jabbed his hard cock through my impressive cleavage. I cupped my big boobs from the sides and squeezed them around his thick, veiny shaft, letting him feel the full softness of my tit flesh. Then I began rubbing my breast meat up and down his tool. Bending my head down, I welcomed his cockhead with my lips every time it emerged from my cleavage. His groans clearly told me how much he enjoyed this cock treatment.

"You like my melons around your cock?" I murmured. "Wait till you feel my tight, little pussy!"

I tried my best to direct his attention to my itching snatch, and it seemed to work. The plumber pulled me up and turned me around. Then he shoved me forward until I dashed against my wooden garden table. With his hand on my back, he made me bent down until my firm, round tits rested on the table top. The tattooed guy wasn't too gentle about it. But the anticipation of getting my yearning pussy stuffed made it seem like a minor matter.

"Ooohhh yaaahhh! That's it! Give it to the teasing slut!" 

I moaned with pleasure when he drove two fingers straight up my pussy. He drilled his fingers in and out of my leaking snatch making my ass wriggle wildly. My pussy responded with squishing sounds illustrating my overexcitement.

"There you got your wish, slut!" The scruffy laborer whispered into my ear when leaning over my back. "Your cunt got filled!"

I could only affirm this statement with some loud groans.

"What about my cock, though? Good that you're asking!" He mocked me. "Now that I fulfilled your wish, I'll take your asshole in return!"

"Nooo!" I immediately screamed out.

I squeezed my little butthole tight and clenched my ass cheeks in fear. I had never gotten fucked up the ass before, and I wasn't planning on it anytime soon. But the plumber still had his fingers up my twat, and thereby, he basically had my body over a barrel.

A few thrusts of his fingers in and out of my pussy made my buttocks relax. My mind didn't have any power over my body any longer. I tried to suppress the moans and started begging instead.

"Please, don't you feel how tight my pussy is?" I pleaded. "Your cock will love this slut's pussy!"

"Please, you promised your cock in my pussiiieee!" I whined. 

But my begging turned back into groaning when the plumber picked up drilling his fingers in and out of my twat.

"Those groans tell me the slut's cunt's stuffed already." The tattooed guy simply stated.

"I take it you want my fingers gone?" He asked deviously.

"Nooo!" I squalled. "Please keep them in!"

"Ooohhh!" I moaned like a mad woman when he continued thrusting two fingers in and out of my pussy while starting to rub my sensitive clit with his thumb.

This additional sensation was almost too much for me. My legs buckled and my body went almost limp. There was no resistance left in me. 

"Time to split that booty!" The plumber commented while he tightly gripped my shoulder with his left hand.

But he stopped moving. He held still with his two fingers up my twat and his thumb on my clit. He waited for me to reply.

"Yesss!" I finally squalled. "Split my booty! Finger my pussy! Just fuck me, pleassse!"

Satisfied with my affirmation, he slowly pulled me backwards while lunging forward. I felt his cock stretching my tight, little asshole. I felt him opening up my butthole for good. I wanted to scream from the pain, but the attention to my pussy caused my yell to mix with moans.

"Ouuuhhhh! Oh!... Ouuuhhhh!" I groaned with pain and moaned with pleasure.

"Oooh shit!... Please nooohhh!" I muttered while breathing heavily. 

Suddenly, my screams got muffled. Apparently, the sight of the MILF hottie getting her ass popped had reawaken D-Rod's cock. Standing hard and proud again, he didn't waste any time to shove his dick up my screaming mouth.

This quashed any chance to evade the anal intrusion. When I bucked forward, I impaled my throat on D-Rod's dick. When I bucked backwards, I impaled my poor, little ass on the plumber's cock.

I continued screaming and moaning around the Latino's dick while I felt my ass walls stretching to accommodate the hard intruder. All the while, the plumber's fingers continued their pleasant attack on my pussy and clit. There was some pain, but the anal stretching wasn't as unpleasant as I had imagined. I was so turned on that my body welcomed any touch to a sensitive spot -- no matter where.

To my utter disgrace, I felt the anal invasion increasing my excitement. I was a full-grown woman getting spit-roasted by two young cocks in my own backyard, and it put my body in a state of pleasure it had never reached before.

The two guys picked up a steady rhythm. They rocked me back and forth between them. All the while, my full tits swung under me while I clutched the edge of the wooden garden table to keep steady. The cock stretching my ass walls plunged me into a whole new world of sensations. My mind got assailed by completely unknown pleasures. At the same time, the fingers up my pussy drove me wild. And each time, my tits swung back and forth, my nipples scraped over the rough table top sending short but intense surges of bliss through my nerves.

Suddenly, everything went black. For a moment, the whole world went mute and stood still. The next second, lightning bolts lit up in front of my eyes, and my body erupted like a volcano. An incredibly intense orgasm exploded in my brain. Electric waves of bliss ran down my body like hot lava.

I came so hard that clear fluid erupted from my pussy. I squirted all over the place almost flushing the plumber's fingers out of my twat. The tattooed laborer reacted by furiously rubbing my clit while my pussy sprayed fuck juices like a fountain. I think I would have toppled off the wooden garden table if the two sticks, skewering me from both ends, wouldn't have held me in place. I was having a squirting orgasm from getting my asshole fucked! 

All my muscles tensed up while my whole body shuddered uncontrollably. This set off the two guys. My ass and mouth tightly clenching their shafts was too much for them. While I was still squirming and writhing, they quickly shoved me down onto the ground. The next moment, their cocks erupted simultaneously. Their cum rained down on me like a shower, and they explicitly aimed at my face giving me my second facial of the day. I didn't stand a chance to dodge the jizz as D-Rod grabbed my chestnut brown hair and held my head in place. 

The spurts of goo seemed to hit me everywhere. The plumber sprayed my face from the left side, and the pool boy added his spunk from the right side. They plastered both my cheeks, the bridge of my nose, and my chin with white sperm. Sticking to my skin, it felt extremely thick and gooey.

When their cocks finally ceased spraying like garden hoses, my orgasm had subsided. I was flushed in sweat from the intense workout. Actually, the amount of sweat drenching my body rivaled the huge amount of spunk plastering my face. I reached up to scrape the cum off, but D-Rod stopped me.

"Keep dem cum on ya face, Miss Tease!" He told me. "It's da perfect decoration for such a prick-tease!"

I simply smiled in response. I know that it sounds weird. But at that particular moment, I felt like the cum on my face was the ultimate proof that I had what it takes to seduce these young jocks. I had just experienced my most intense sex adventure ever. For the moment, I felt so much better off without Nate.

I was so exhausted that I slumped down right where I was kneeling. With their balls drenched the two guys didn't seem to mind me any longer. D-Rod started gathering up the remaining gardening equipment while the plumber put his bluey back on and strolled out of my backyard. 

After catching my breath for some time, I managed to sit back into my sun lounger while the pool boy walked back and forth between his truck and my backyard. All the time, I kept the jizz on my face. I could feel the spunk drying in the sun, getting stickier by the second. I didn't even question D-Rod's order. It was part of the naughty adventure. It felt so nasty. But it also felt so good! I was so caught up in the moment that I waved at him and gave him my best cum smile when he finally left. Not before I heard the truck drive off, I went inside and washed my face.

The rest of the weekend, I spent fantasizing about the new sexual heights I had climbed. In retrospective, it felt even more taboo - the powerful, elegant business lady getting it on with a macho thug and some common craftsman. It seemed more like a cheesy episode in a cheap porno than a real-life event, and that turned me on even more. Over the weekend, I actually started imagining further sex adventures - with the pizza delivery man, the mailman, and again that thuggish pool boy.

---Week 1---

The next Monday, I came to work more relaxed than I had been in a long time. The consulting firm was situated in an old mansion close to downtown. While the regular employees were located on the first floor, I had a separate office on the second floor just like the CEO Mr. O'Bannon and my counterpart Mr. Ortega. This Monday, I didn't even curse the stairs as I usually did. 

I had some time before the first meeting of the day. So I was reading the latest mails when Carlos Ortega stepped into my office. He was the head of the other department and my eternal rival. Mr. O'Bannon was on the brink of retiring which left the two of us fighting over who would become his successor as the firm's CEO. It's pretty safe to say that we couldn't stand each other. We were competing for everything - more prestigious projects, higher revenues, better connections.

As it was custom in our firm, he led the new interns from office to office and introduced them to the staff. There were four new interns, all male. Justin looked like a stereotypical business student with his expensive polo shirt, popped collar, and gelled back hair. Matt was a typical frat boy with an arrogant look on his face. The other two were college football players from Mr. O'Bannon's alma mater; Taylor, a tall muscular black hunk, and Danny who looked awfully familiar.

It was Danny Rodriguez! The Latin pool boy! And he greeted me with a wide smile.

*to be continued*



Jessica's Change Management Ch. 02



---Week 1 -- Monday---

"No, no, no!" I stammered to myself over and over again.

This had to be a dream! I was still lying in my bed, sleeping deeply, having a nightmare! This simply couldn't be real. Reality couldn't be that cruel!

I pinched myself several times, but it didn't help. I didn't wake up. No matter how hard I pinched, I was still sitting on my office chair at work.

Carlos Ortega and the new interns were long gone, but I still continued picturing them in front of me. Maybe, I hadn't looked closely enough! Maybe, it was just a random resemblance!

"No, no, no!" I stammered again, my voice rising to an angry shout.

Noticing D-Rod, I had given him a close look-over. It must have been him! And the way he had smirked at me only confirmed my presumption. There was no way around it - I had to face the inevitable.

I had fucked a student intern! Of all guys in the world, it had to be a goddamn intern! That was one of the worst things that could possibly happen to me! I had met him as a fucking pool boy, goddammit! How was I supposed to know that he was actually a college student? And of all consulting firms, he had to serve an internship in my company? This was laughable! It was too ridiculous to be true! It almost made me laugh hysterically.

What if D-Rod started bragging about his sexual conquest to the other interns? What if it did the rounds in the office? What if my CEO got wind of it? Once such a rumor gets started, there's no stopping it! I'd be branded a slut in a heartbeat!

That would be a huge roadblock for my career. Ortega would love to use it against me! You can't have a female CEO running your consulting firm with a reputation of being a slut and sleeping with her employees! That would be one hell of a competitive disadvantage on the consulting market. This is still a male dominated industry after all. Any successful woman needs a reputation as clean as a whistle.

I had worked my ass off and put everything into my career! I had pulled too many all-nighters and worked too many weekends to lose my grip on it now. At the moment, I was in an excellent position being a step ahead of my counterpart Ortega in the race of succeeding Mr. O'Bannon! However, a rumor such as me fucking an intern would be enough to annihilate any chance of ever becoming the next CEO.

But maybe, I was getting myself worked up over nothing. Maybe, D-Rod had some decency and wouldn't mention our encounter to anyone. After all, I was one of the most powerful execs in the firm. If he wanted to complete his internship, he wouldn't risk having me as an enemy! He wouldn't be so stupid, right?

These thoughts calmed me down somewhat. I didn't really have much time to waste on it anyways. There was a boatload of work on my hands already, as I had to prepare for a meeting with a project partner. 

Two hours later, I was downstairs in the copy room making copies at the Xerox machine when I suddenly felt a hand on my ass! What the fuck? I hadn't noticed anyone coming into the room. Tensing up, I instantly straightened myself. I was about to scream, but I was too stunned to react. 

"Hi Miss Tease, didn't know you're Mrs. Powers 'round here. Makes you even more of a hot-ass coug. You can't wait for me to tap that ass, can you? It's getting you all hot 'n bothered, ain't it?" 

It was D-Rod! I instantly noticed his voice although he wasn't using his crude ghetto slang at the office. As soon as he had whispered these words into my ear, though, he let go of my ass. His presumptuous behavior left me so shocked, I couldn't even react. It took me a moment to get over my surprise and turn around, only to see D-Rod slipping out of the door. He was gone before I had a chance to address him. 

It took me some moments to calm down. Leaving the copy room, the young Latino was standing on the hallway chatting with one of our secretaries, Michelle Keelan.

"Of course, Mrs. Keelan. I'm happy to help you out. I'll run those copies for you. It's not a problem at all."

He was talking to the secretary like an educated, young college student treating her like a lady. By contrast, he had called me -- the powerful exec -- a 'hot-ass coug' treating me like some random slut. What a sharp contrast! It made me feel kind of stupid and blush in embarrassment. All flustered, I rushed past them and headed to my office, trying to forget this whole ordeal had ever happened.

After lunch, I had an important meeting and assigned Taylor -- one of the other new interns - to fetch me the required folders. I was busy writing a mail when the intern stepped into my office to deliver the material. Without looking up, I simply told him to drop the files on the desk.

Suddenly, I felt a breath on my neck. This couldn't be Taylor! It had to be D-Rod! Again! 

I was more surprised than anything. How did he dare! It made me angry as hell. This was the second time he was stepping over the line. It was too much! I was about to kick his ass out of the building! I wouldn't tolerate this macho behavior -- not in my office! 

This time, I didn't freeze, instantly turning around on my office chair instead. But D-Rod embraced me from behind, stopping me and grabbing my tits! He held me in place, tightly squeezing my boobs and pressing my shoulders against his chest.

"Hey Mrs. Powers, you're up for some fun next weekend? You wanna let Miss Tease back out, don't you?" He muttered.

He couldn't be more wrong! I was getting beyond furious. There wouldn't be a repeat. Vigorously, I struggled against his grasp until I managed to free myself. Turning around, I looked at the young Latino with anger glowing on my cheeks. I was close to slapping his face. 

"C'mon, Miss Tease!" D-Rod said with a cheeky grin. "We had fun last weekend, right? We both enjoyed it. What's your problem?" 

A flash of indignation flooded over me. He was right -- at least partially. Last weekend had been fun for the both of us. I had gotten carried away and experienced a hell of a naughty adventure. Still, the situation was completely different now! We were at work, and around the office, I was the powerful business executive.

"Leave me alone!" I hissed. "What the fuck are you doing here anyways?"

"Working in your firm or standing in your office?" He taunted me in response. "I'm playing football on a sports scholarship, you know. It's your CEO's alma mater 'n he's a huge football fan rooting for our team. So he was more than glad to give his team's starting tight end an internship."

For a moment, I was taken aback by his answer. Judging by his looks and attitude, he could very well be one of those typical, pampered sport jocks that would never see a campus if not for their sports skills. It meant, however, that he was one of Mr. O'Bannon's favorites which made it much harder for me to get rid of him!

"I don't care what you're doing at college." I kept my firm stance nonetheless. "Another infringement like that and your internship's over, you understand that!" 

I tried to threaten him. However, I couldn't stop running my eyes over his fit, muscular figure while doing so. He must have noticed, as he continued looking at me with a smirk on his face. He didn't react to my threat at all. 

"Woah! What's the harm?" The young Latino seemed surprised by my harsh rejection. "You know you're a little exhibitionist. You got off on the plumber watching, didn't you? Why not pick up where we left of?" 

"Too bad, too bad..." He mumbled while he turned around and walked out of my office.

I didn't really know what to make of that. I had threatened him, but he seemed totally indifferent to that. Hopefully, I had made myself clear enough.

For the rest of the day, I didn't see D-Rod again so I took it as a sign that he had understood my warning and would leave me alone from now on. However, I continued mulling over the situation. I had almost started drooling at the sight of this muscular stud! He was such an imposing, masculine guy. It definitely reminded me of the reasons why I had seduced the pants off this jock the last time. 

I pushed these thoughts to the side, though. He wasn't a random pool boy any longer. He was an intern of mine, and his actions had been proof enough that he didn't possess any decency at all. If he couldn't hit on me at the office anymore, the chances were high that he would start bragging about our backyard romp. I had to put an end to this before it got out of hand. I had to assume control before it was too late. 

---Week 1 -- Tuesday---

When arriving at work the next day, the first thing I did was to head into the interns' office which was an open-space office with single cubes. D-Rod was talking with our secretary again, helping her out with some administrative tasks.

"It's not a problem, Miss Keelan! I'm happy to take over the task for you and help you out. I'll fill out the formula and enter the data."

Once again, he acted like an eager intern willing to learn in front of the secretary. It only made the macho behavior he displayed towards me the more degrading. I was the superior here, goddamnit! Still, I patiently waited until the two had discussed all the details before I told D-Rod to come to my office straight away.

Five minutes later, the young Latino stepped into my office without knocking on the door. I braced myself for what I was about to tell him. I wanted to come off as tough as possible. I wanted him to know that I was serious about it.

"You'll be gone tomorrow!" I told him without mincing matters. "Your internship's over. Come up with some bullshit reason if you have to. I don't care! I just want you gone tomorrow!"

I looked at him with a stern expression. He didn't say a word. Instead, he took his time checking out my outfit. I was dressed quite straight laced, wearing a black skirt suit with a white blouse and 3" black high heels. It looked professional but elegant. 

His leering look made me squirm in my office chair and almost stole my thunder. To my confusion, a wide smirk appeared on his face. I hadn't been joking!

"Oh, Mrs. Powers! All bitchy today! Showing your claws, huh?" He said mockingly.

His reaction baffled me leaving me tied in knots. That wasn't the way I had expected him to respond. 

"I could hit you with a molestation lawsuit! You know that, right?" I pulled out another threat.

Although I tried hard to emphasize how serious I was, it came over only half-heartedly. 

"C'mon Miss Tease." He continued taunting me. "Even now, you can't take your eyes off my crotch! You know you want it. Why you're torturing yourself like that? Bet your pussy's leaking right now."

I was getting more and more unsettled. He had noticed my internal confliction! He knew the effect he had on me. He knew how much I had enjoyed our backyard romp.

Out of the blue, the young Latino stepped around my desk. Standing behind me, he put his hands on my shoulders. I wanted to shake them off. I wanted him out of my office and out of my life. But somehow, his dominant behavior left me motionless. The tough business lady was completely gone.

"Remember begging that plumber to split your ass, Miss Tease?" D-Rod asked while letting his hands roam down to my tits. 

I was sitting on hot coals. His touch to my tits mashed my mind making it foggy. With the last bit of will power, I tore myself free and rolled a few inches away from him. I had to do something now, or else, my will to resist would falter.

"Out!" I growled at him. "Leave now and there won't be any consequences."

"Woah! Why you're fighting so much against your needs?" D-Rod asked seemingly astounded. 

"OK, Miss Tease! Let's start all over again." He suddenly changed his demeanor becoming serious. "I thought this wouldn't be necessary with such a hot-ass coug, but I guess you need some nudging. I can leave now, or I can show you something!"

I was totally bewildered by now. I was at a loss. I didn't know what else to do to get him to leave me alone. Even worse, I didn't know how I would react if he put his hands on my tits again. Before I had a chance to respond, though, he pulled his smart phone out and held it in front of my face.

My mouth gaped open and my stomach tensed up! I saw a picture of me. I saw myself bent over my garden table getting fucked up the ass from behind. My face was clearly recognizable. There was no denying it. D-Rod must have taken pictures of me with his smart phone while I was getting fucked by the plumber!

It felt like I had been struck by lightning! This was exactly what I had tried to avoid! That little prick could spread rumors about me and back it up with evidence! 

I felt paralyzed as the full implications sank in. He could use the photos to blackmail me! He could sell them to Ortega! He could ruin my career! I couldn't let this happen! I had to get my hands on the evidence before this motherfucking bastard got into mischief!

"Here I was thinking there's no need to use this stuff at all." The young Latino told me. "I mean you enjoyed our fuck session, I enjoyed it. What's the harm in continuing it over the next weeks, right?"

"I can see that pic's getting you all hot 'n bothered, Miss Tease." He continued. "You want more of that, don't you?" 

The new situation left me completely browbeaten. I didn't feel like the powerful exec any longer. I felt like the reins had been ripped from my hands. While sitting on my chair glued to the spot, D-Rod showed me more pictures from the backyard romp: my body bent over the garden table with the plumber's fingers up my snatch; my tits dangling off my chest with the plumber pistoning his cock in and out of my ass; my stretched butthole in close-up when the plumber had just pulled his cock out. 

With every picture, I was getting more desperate. Much to my embarrassment, each picture also made me squirm with my pussy throbbing urgently. As much as I hated it, I almost regretted sitting in my office, as I felt the desperate need to reach under my skirt and touch my pussy.

This was becoming a huge problem, and there didn't seem to be an easy solution in sight. I honestly didn't know what to do. I had no clue what D-Rod was up to. I wasn't naïve. He would use these photos. But how? Would he try to blackmail me? Would he know about the explosive danger these photos posed for me? 

There was only one thing I was certain about. I had to come up with a plan to get the evidence out of his hands. I had to be smart about it, however, as I couldn't risk raising any suspicions. But first things first! Right now, I had to make sure that D-Rod wasn't doing anything stupid. I had to go along with whatever he was up to until a plan was devised.

"What do you want?" I eventually managed to sputter. 

"Ah, finally cutting to the chase! 'Bout time you stopped bitching around." D-Rod replied. "I can see how much these pics turn you on. You can't even stop wriggling around on your chair!"

"Time to stop pretending you're a stuck-up bitch. Time to let out Miss Tease again! It's plain to see how much the thought turns you on! So let's strike a deal." He finally made his offer. "Honestly, I don't care 'bout your career or your work. All I care 'bout is getting another piece of that killer ass of yours." 

"We continue our fuck sessions, 'n we keep it strictly to the afterhours. So you maintain your squeaky clean lady image in the office." He suggested. "You go along 'n your coworkers ain't ever gonna see these pics. You get to live out your naughty side, 'n I get to fuck a hot-ass coug. Everybody wins!"

His suggestion made my stomach churn. The thought of my coworkers seeing these revealing pics was horrible. The thought of being displayed as a slut totally freaked me out. At work, I was the inapproachable, strict boss, always dressing conservatively to maintain authority over my subordinates. I would lose all my coworkers' respect! 

I have to admit, though, that his suggestion also made my pussy tingle. D-Rod was right. I had been a bit of a prick-tease recently and enjoyed the hell out of it. I couldn't deny that the thought of further exploring my exhibitionistic side was an immediate turn-on!

"See, I told you! It turns you on being the prick-tease 'n flashing your stuff." D-Rod noticed my conflicted reaction. "You gonna love the 'after work parties' I got planned."

'After work parties'? What a presumptuous name! What an assuming bastard! He made it sound like no big deal. Obviously, he had it all planned already.

It seemed like this pampered sport jock desperately needed a slap on the fingers! He couldn't get away with everything! Still, he was the one holding all the aces! He had the pictures to blackmail me and knew exactly how to turn my pussy into pudding. My mood wavered between anger, resignation, and anticipation. 

"It's all up to you now, Miss Tease." He passed the buck to me. "You decide what's gonna happen next."

"You want me gone? Then you gotta live with the consequences. You wanna have sum more fun? Then you meet me after work." He named my options. "You state your decision by saying loud 'n clear 'The fuckdoll's ready to serve'. Got that?" 

With this instruction, the young Latino turned around and walked out of my office. He simply left me sitting there, completely dumbfounded and overwhelmed. What the hell had just happened? How could my life ever be turned upside down like that? 

For the rest of the working day, I didn't see or hear anything from D-Rod. Yet, I was barely able to get any work done. I was nervous as hell mulling over my options time and time again. But let's be blunt here, I didn't really have a choice. D-Rod had said that he didn't want to publish the revealing photos, but I wasn't inclined to believe him. If he wouldn't get what he wanted, he would do it. The most important thing was to save my career. So I had to do whatever it would take.

Despite my anger about the photos, though, there was a part of me that was thrilled of the prospect of reliving the backyard romp. It had been such an overwhelming whirlwind of pleasure that it left my body yearning for more. Damnit! I was getting manipulated by my own needs!

I didn't allow myself to give in to my desires, though. There was too much at stakes. I had to keep D-Rod entertained until I had figured out a way to get out of this predicament. He didn't strike me as particularly clever. I was the smart one here! It couldn't be too hard to outsmart this cocky, arrogant jock. It shouldn't take too long to end all this bullshit once and for all.

When it was finally time to leave the office, my decision stood. For a few more moments, I would remain the inapproachable business exec. Then I would place myself under the control of one of my interns. I would be the powerful superior at work and the teasing slut after work -- a thought that caused a lump to form in my throat. 

Walking down the stairs, my legs were all wobbly. I knew what D-Rod expected me to do. But I didn't know how to inform him about my decision. What if he was sitting in the interns' office with the other students around? I couldn't bring myself to utter these degrading words in front of others! Hell, I wasn't even convinced that I could do it at all!

Still, my decision was firm. As an exec I was used to making decisions and following them through. I had decided to do my share to save my career, and I was dead set on seeing it through to the finish. It would be like any other project. There were always bumps in the road, but I had successfully finished every project so far. I was planning to do the same in this particular case. 

Fortunately, D-Rod wasn't in the interns' office. However, he wasn't in any other office either. Where the hell was he? He was waiting for my decision, right? He wouldn't leave me hanging out to dry, would he? Had I taken too long to approach him? Was he thinking I would tell him to fuck off? Was he already publishing the photos?




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 02



Panic was creeping up inside of me as I continued searching. After checking every office on the lower floor, I even walked back upstairs to make sure that he wasn't waiting in my office. Finally, I gave up. Was it all over before it had started?

I left the building with a queasy feeling. Walking out, I almost bumped into my counterpart Ortega who stood next to the entrance door, having a chat while smoking a cigarette. Leaning against the wall talking to Ortega was D-Rod, having a cig as well.

I didn't know if I should be glad or concerned. I had found D-Rod. That was the good part. He was obviously making friends with my archrival. That was the bad part. 

"What a masterful catch. One of the best performances I've seen lately. You took the game on your shoulders and turned it around." Ortega praised D-Rod's football skills.

"That's too much praise. But thanks!" D-Rod dutifully replied. "I'm just doing my job for the team."

Oh boy! Ortega almost seemed like some fanboy. I didn't like the way he was treating this macho thug like a big sports star. The young Latino was spoiled enough. It would only give him permission to take more liberties at the office and that wouldn't end well for me. 

The two were so engrossed in their football talk, they barely noticed me. I couldn't do anything else but join them. They simply ignored me and continued talking about some more football stuff. That was intolerable and made me fume about their arrogance. For several minutes, I stood next to them not knowing what to say. I wasn't an expert in sports, so I didn't have much to contribute. My silence only made me feel more stupid. 

Finally, Ortega finished his cigarette and said goodbye. While he walked away to his car, D-Rod didn't move at all. So I simply remained standing next to him as well. I waited till Ortega had climbed into his car. I didn't dare saying my dreadful line as long as my archrival was within earshot. All the while, D-Rod kept on smoking, expectantly looking at me with a smug grin plastered over his face. 

He let me stew in my humiliation. I would have preferred him to simply force me into fucking him. It would have been over so much quicker. Instead, I had to degrade myself willingly and be as nice as pie to this macho thug. That beat everything! 

Finally, Ortega had driven off. The time had come. So I took a deep breath and braced myself. But I couldn't say it. It was too degrading! Several times, I launched into it, but didn't have the heart to utter the words.

When D-Rod had finished his cigarette, he waited ten more seconds watching me struggle. Then he started walking away. Damnit! I couldn't let him leave! My thoughts were coming thick and fast. Without further contemplation, I said the dreaded line in a low voice.

"The fuckdoll's ready to serve." 

My face instantly turned red in utter shame. Meanwhile, something shattered deep inside of me. I was appalled how easily this dirty prick had made me show this kind of obedience. D-Rod, however, barely reacted. He simply continued staring at me.

"Ya been talkin' to me?" He eventually asked turning his crude ghetto slang back on when addressing me. "Barely heard cha."

"Ya talk to me, ya properly address me, geddit lil hussy?" He said in an incredibly arrogant manner. "My vatos call me D-Rod 'n chicas call me Da-Rod. But putas like you call me Sir Da-Rod!"

I almost choked upon hearing his words. He wanted me to call him 'Sir'! Even worse, he wanted me to call him 'Sir Da-Rod'. I had never heard a nickname that sounded more ridiculous. It was almost comical. How pathetic can anybody be to address someone with such a nickname?

I struggled to gulp down the lump that had formed in my throat. I thought off my intent to keep my pride and self-confidence. I felt it slipping away. I knew that D-Rod expected me to repeat my submission. This time, he wanted me to blurt it out loud and clear for anyone to hear.

I couldn't lose more time. The longer we stood in front of the entrance door, the greater the chance of a coworker walking out and hearing my self-degradation. The sheer thought drove me out of my mind. If any of my coworkers heard it, there wouldn't be any further need for the pictures. My reputation would be ruined.

"The fuckdoll's ready to serve, Sir Da-Rod!" I shouted out as loud as I dared.

The second I had said those demeaning words, I looked around to check if anyone had heard me. Fortunately, the parking lot was empty. Still, the degradation burnt on my cheeks like fire.

"What cha want then, fuckdoll?" D-Rod asked.

I took a sharp breath. He was making me ask for it in front of the office! He was making me beg to get fucked in public! 

"Please Sir Da-Rod, for the time of your internship, let this fuckdoll serve you after work." I finally made my offer.

D-Rod, however, remained dissatisfied with my response. For the next few moments, he simply continued standing in front of me with his arms clasped leaving me in unbearable ignorance.

"Not good enuff! What's it exactly ya offerin'?" He didn't let me off the hook that easily.

"I want you to fuck me, sir! I want to suck your cock and make you cum each and every day after work. Please, Sir Da-Rod!" I finally blurted out, dying from embarrassment.

"Much betta, ya dirty slut!" D-Rod accepted my submission. "Behave like dat 'n we gonna have sum real fun wit those after work parties, Miss Tease."

"Startin' now, ya only call me 'Sir Da-Rod' 'n yaself 'fuckdoll' outside the office. Betta remember dat!" He rubbed some more salt into the wound. "Now, gimme dem keys!"

Letting my head hang in defeat, I handed him the keys to my sports car. Then I led him over the parking lot to where it was parked. Half way through the lot, I suddenly froze. I felt a hand on my butt! The young Latino was feeling me up! 

Please stop it! I wanted to scream. What if a coworker saw this indecent behavior while leaving the building or looking out of a window? The sheer image gave me the creeps. Yet, I didn't dare to slap his hand away. However, I couldn't remain standing in the middle of the parking lot with D-Rod's hand patting my ass either. 

So I hastily forced myself back into motion. Still, the hand kept on fondling my ass cheeks. Groaning out in despair, I was close to begging the dirty macho to stop. I walked as fast as my heels allowed. As if I could run away from D-Rod's touch...

Of course, his hand remained in place until we reached my sports car. It was only gone when D-Rod walked over to the driver's seat. I breathed a deep sigh of relief when I looked over my shoulder and saw the parking lot void of any co-workers. The day had been bad enough. At least, I was a little lucky. 

"Yo, hot coug, let's get da party started!" D-Rod addressed me after he had driven out of the parking lot. 

I was still recovering from getting thrown into a dither on the parking lot. Apparently, though, the young Latino was ready to cause the next turmoil. Whether I liked it or not, this was shaping up to be a breathless flurry of a ride.

Honestly, I hadn't really thought about which kind of form those 'after work parties' would assume. I had expected us to meet at my home and get it over with. But obviously, I had underestimated D-Rod's creativity. I had given him free reign over my after hours, and he was about to make full use of it. 

"Why don't we add a lil flavor to da party, huh?" The young Latino exclaimed. "Let's play a game of dare. If ya make me cum before we reach my house, I delete one of dem pics. Dat a deal or what?"

I looked at him as shocked as puzzled. Did he want me to suck him off while he was driving? We were on a busy street in broad daylight! I couldn't do it without attracting attention!

"What cha waitin' for, lil hussy!" D-Rod growled impatiently when I didn't react. "Get 'em slutty lips on my cock before it's too late!"

"I thought 'em pics were so important to ya!" He added triumphantly.

Heck! He had me over a barrel. His offer was too good to reject. One less picture meant one less worry for me. Maybe, this was a chance to get rid of that damned evidence more quickly than imagined. Maybe, this nightmare was over sooner rather than later. 

Despite this prospect, I looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. I didn't feel like an influential business lady at all. I was used to being in control and giving orders as an exec. But right now, any kind of control was out of my hands. I was nothing more than a playtoy that complied with D-Rod's orders. 

Collecting all my will power and gulping my revulsion down, I finally reached over to D-Rod's lap with my left hand. I started massaging his cock through his pants. All the while, I looked around the street. There were cars everywhere. The traffic was thick. D-Rod was driving in the middle of a three lane roadway, and we were going at a slow pace. Every truck and SUV passing by would have a perfect view into my sports car. They would clearly see what I was doing!

My heart was banging. We had been driving for quite some time already, so we must have been getting closer to his home. I had to get going. I had to suppress my reluctance. I couldn't allow myself the luxury of caring about the passer-bys. Just moments ago, I had begged the dirty macho to let me suck his cock after work. I hadn't exactly specified the where and when! I couldn't disappoint him at the first challenge. I had to step up to the plate now. 

Opening the young Latino's zipper with my delicate fingers, I pulled his hard cock out. I held his dick in my hand stroking him while he continued driving as though nothing was happening. Again, I looked around. There was a truck right next to us on D-Rod's side. If the driver looked sideways, he could see everything!

My heart was thumping so loud that it drowned out every other sound. Still, I knew that stroking his cock wasn't enough for D-Rod. Slowly, I leaned over until my head was hovering above his lap. His cock was rearing up like a tower. I opened my soft lips. But before I had the chance to push my mouth over his cockhead, he pulled his dick away.

"Tsktsktsk!" He scolded me like a little child. "Ya want my cock? Ya gotta beg for it!"

He was playing with me! He wanted me to feel his dominance to the fullest extent. I had to gulp down a huge lump in my throat. It was bad enough to give this macho thug a blowjob in my car in broad daylight! Begging for it was worse, especially as I had to use his moniker. Could it get any worse at all?

"Please Sir Da-Rod! Please let your fuckdoll suck your cock!" I finally choked out. 

I felt so submissive, groveling and obeying like that. Uttering D-Rod's moniker was so degrading. It was enough to give me the creeps. Calling myself fuckdoll wasn't much better either. If anyone ever heard me talking like that, I would become an instant laughing stock.

Anyways, it was exactly what D-Rod wanted to hear. When I tried to push my soft lips over his cock for a second time, he let me have it. I twirled my tongue around his dickhead while stroking his shaft. I slowly started pushing my lips downwards while jacking my fist upwards. I sucked on his fleshy tool getting it nice and wet.

I was giving him a sensual blowjob with lots of sucking and extensive tongue action. I didn't want to be too aggressive as the young Latino had to drive the car. This way, his bulbous cockhead received lots of attention from my tongue.

HOOT-HOOT

I got startled by the hoot of a car horn. Frantically, I looked out the windows. The truck on D-Rod's side was honking as it pulled away. I could see the smiling face of a bearded guy on the truck's passenger seat. I instantly blushed in the deepest shade of red. I was so embarrassed. Meanwhile, another truck with two middle-aged guys inside crept up next to us.

"C'mon, lil hussy!" D-Rod exclaimed. "Give 'em a treat. Show 'em ya funbags!"

"Nooo, sir!" I instantly responded, screaming out my protest. 

"Please Sir Da-Rod!" I hastily addressed him appropriately. "That's too lewd! We're in public!"

"C'mon fuckdoll! Don't cha get shy on me now." D-Rod simply replied. "We all know ya a lil exhibitionist! Remember how much ya enjoyed dat plumber watchin' ya gettin' fucked!" 

"Ya know ya want 'em truckers seein' ya fat funbags. Ya want their attention, don't cha?" He hinted at my slutty behavior during our backyard romp. "Betta be quick 'bout it! Cha wanna earn a pic today, don't cha?"

Reminding me of the chance to delete a picture finally got me into motion. I let my black suit jacket slip off my shoulders and grabbed my white blouse. Opening all the buttons, I pulled the white material to the sides to fully expose my black bra. Then I grabbed the bra cups and pulled them down as well, letting my big round titties pop out of their confines.

HOOT-HOOT

Once again, I twitched with a start. It was D-Rod honking this time, and it had the full effect he had been going for, as he got the attention from all the cars around him. I immediately noticed the two middle-aged guys from the truck looking into my sports car. They saw me with my tits out of my top.

HOOT-HOOT

The truck driver honked back expressing his appreciation. It made me feel so naughty. It made me feel so cheap and dirty. Some total strangers were ogling my naked boobs. They knew that I was a dirty slut, getting off on flashing my charms in public! 

"Yo slut, show off dem juicy juggs!" D-Rod instructed me. "Play wit 'em!"

With my boobs exposed, there was no going back anymore. So I finally gave in -- as much to D-Rod's demands as to my own needs. Cupping my full, ample tits from the sides, I squeezed them together, making them bulge. The effect was to make them look even riper and fuller. I slowly started kneading my tit meat before flicking my hard nipples.

Gosh! That felt good! Exposing my assets in public gave me such an erotic thrill it was embarrassing. My mind was getting foggy and my pussy began throbbing.

"Now, suck ya candy 'n make me cum, Miss Tease!" D-Rod directed my attention back to his cock.

I sensed the guys from the truck watching me bending over the young Latino's lap and taking his cock back into my mouth. This time, I gulped his meat pole down as far as I could. I slid my soft lips down two-thirds of his shaft. Then I began bobbing my head up and down. I wanted him to cum as quickly as possible. 

I kept my mouth around his cockhead twirling my tongue around it. Meanwhile, I rapidly stroked his thick shaft with my right hand and used my left hand to cup and squeeze his full balls. This was too much for D-Rod to take. His dick started pulsating and a thick load of cum shot from his cock directly into my open mouth. The gooey spunk splashed all over the roof of my mouth, filling me completely. His cock sprayed so much jizz that some of it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth.

When I rose back up, I opened my lips to show off all the spunk I had gathered in my mouth. I noticed the truck still driving next to us. Both guys could clearly see my jizz-filled mouth and cum covered chin. 

It caused a pinch of humiliation in my core, but it was sweeter than before. It made me all tingly as my body reacted with delight to being the center of attention. I gulped down the cum load and opened my mouth back up to prove that all the goo was gone.

HOOT-HOOT

Once again, the truck driver honked to applaud my slutty efforts before speeding away. In my foggy mind, I felt a jolt of pride. It seemed so unreal. I had just given a thuggish sports jock a blowjob in my car with some random guys watching me. 

"Nah, ya don't wanna do dat." D-Rod stopped me when I started closing my white blouse. "Act like a slut 'n show off dem fat funbags, lil hussy!"

The dirty macho only allowed me to push the bra cups back over my ample juggs and close a single button right below my titties. This way, the blouse closed in the shape of an X leaving my black bra and belly button totally exposed. With the button closed, my big boobs got pushed up and obscenely bulged out of their confines. My long straight chestnut hair flowed down my shoulders and settled on those plump, bulging flesh mounds making them look even bigger. I felt so exposed sitting in the passenger seat like that. 

Finally, we arrived in front of D-Rod's home. It was right in the local barrio. The house was small and wooden looking so old and decrepit that it seemed on the brink of collapsing any second. There were three guys sitting on the front porch having a smoke. They were all young Latinos like D-Rod. Obviously, they shared the house with him in some kind of living community. 

"Yo fuckdoll!" He addressed me when he had parked my car right on the lawn next to his house. "Told my vatos so much 'bout Miss Tease, it's 'bout time I present her to 'em!" 

I stared at him in disbelief. I didn't want to step out of my car in this rough ghetto barrio. Even less, I wanted to present myself to some of D-Rod's random friends like a common slut! But I couldn't risk the macho thug dragging me out either.

So I got out of the car with my black bra popping out of my white blouse and my belly button exposed. While stepping in front of the porch, I had a chance to check out the three guys. They looked like typical Latin gangsters with ink all over their arms, wearing baggy khaki pants and crisp tees. I was instantly intimidated, simply by their appearance.

"What up, eses!" D-Rod shouted out to his friends. "Ya think dat hottie's fine or what?"

"Yeah, ese! What a fine-ass biatch." D-Rod's friends replied, starting up a barrage of catcalls and hollers.

It made me blush and I wanted the earth to swallow me up. Noticing D-Rod's expectant look, though, I realized that he wanted me to introduce myself.

"Hi guys, I'm Sir Da-Rod's new fuckdoll!" I said shamefully. 

"Jeez, ese!" One of his homies congratulated D-Rod, giving him a high five. "Where did cha find dat bomb-ass MILF!"

D-Rod laughed at his buddy's shout out, while I tried to stare a hole into the ground. I was too embarrassed to look at these young men. 

"She's Mrs. Powers at work! Actually, though, she's a lil prick-tease! Hit on me at work like an easy fuckslut!" He bragged, perverting the facts. "Dat lil hussy likes all da attention she can get!" 

"Miss Tease's a real attention whore, ain't she?" He suddenly addressed me.

The way he described me was getting me angry. What a presumptuous bastard! I was close to snarling at him but collected myself and remained calm. Then I noticed that he was waiting for my approval. I had to force myself to look up at his friends and nod, letting them laugh at me. I was a proud business executive, and yet, here I was lewdly flaunting my assets in a rough ghetto neighborhood with a handful of young gangsters taunting me. It made my stomach cramp. 

"I help da biatch gettin' all da cock she can handle." D-Rod continued bragging.

To make matters worse, he then pulled his smart phone out of his pants and showed them the photo he was about to delete. All the while, I remained standing in front of the porch in broad daylight, hearing their dirty comments and listening to their wolf-whistles. 

"Whatta dirty fuckin' ho!" "Hmmm, dat's a juicy pair of milk cans!" "Jeez! Whatta phat ass white booty!"

"Hehehe! Guess ya growin' a fan club!" D-Rod taunted me when he saw my indignation.

The smart phone made the rounds and all his buddies extensively ogled the picture that showed me getting fucked up the ass while my big, round titties swung back and forth and my nipples scraped over the table top. 

"Awww!" A loud round of sneers from his homies accompanied D-Rod deleting the photo.

By now, all the loud noise had attracted the neighbors' attention. Some of them had come out of their houses and were standing on their front porches watching us. The men were blatantly checking me out, ogling my bulging juggs that were barely getting contained by my black bra. I was beyond embarrassment by now. I simply wanted to go home.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 02



"Time to grab a beer." D-Rod exclaimed when he had finally deleted the picture. "See ya tomorrow, Miss Tease!" 

He then strolled into the house after waving me away like an annoying fly. Under his neighbors' lecherous looks, I walked back to my car and drove away. The goose bumps didn't go away until I had reached my home. All the time, I mulled over the events of the day and barely got any sleep during the night.

--- Week 1 -- Wednesday---

The next day, I tried to stay in my office as much as possible. I wasn't keen on running into D-Rod. However, I couldn't completely avoid it either. Surprisingly, he didn't react in any suggestive way when I met him, acting as if I was just another consultant. 

I had a lot of work to do. With the financial crisis, business wasn't running as well as it used to. So we had some restructuring to do. Several lay-offs were inevitable and the performance indicators of all employees were getting checked. It had already been decided that we were reducing our pool of office assistants from four to two.

An hour before quitting time, I walked back into my office after a tiring executive meeting with Ortega and O'Bannon. To my surprise, a parcel sat on my desk. As I wasn't expecting any kind of package, I immediately suspect it to come from D-Rod. Opening it with trembling fingers, I found a letter and a plastic-wrapped box inside. The letter hit me over the head like a club.

'Enjoy being seen as the haughty boss in the office! We both know that it's more like a naughty boss! I bet you can't wait for quitting time, so your needy pussy gets some attention. You've been dreaming all day long to serve your man's cock, haven't you? Let's crank up the fun tonight. I sent you a present to help with that. Before you leave the office, make sure to strip off your bra and panties and wear your present instead.' 

The letter left me shaking. D-Rod wasn't about to slow down in any way and I couldn't do anything against it. I hadn't made any progress in getting my hands on those pictures. The only silver lining was the fact that I had performed well enough to make D-Rod delete one of the pictures yesterday.

Opening the wrapped box, I was in for a real shock. It was a love egg, a small vibrator with a remote control. He wanted me to wear a vibrator up my pussy when leaving the office!

I was close to giving up. I was close to going to our CEO O'Bannon and telling him all about my predicament. But that wouldn't do me any good. I would lose the chance of ever becoming his successor. The revelation would haunt me for the rest of my career. 

Quickly suppressing my doubts, I reminded myself that I had never given up on a project before. It had been my decision, and I wouldn't cop out. I only had to hang in there for a few more weeks and the nightmare would be over. I had to grit my teeth and bear it. It wasn't really a question if I would do it. The only question was how I could bring myself to do it. How could I get my self-confidence and pride in line with the whole ordeal? 

Sending such a present was a perfidious and efficient way to ensure that I was thinking about nothing but D-Rod's 'private after work party' all day long. I couldn't give any thoughts to my actual work. All the time, my mind drifted off to what was about to happen after work. I had definitely underestimated the young Latino.

With every passing second, my nervousness increased. Trying to control my panic with a rational approach, I turned the situation over in my mind time and time again. Finally, the moment had come. My heart was racing and my breath was choppy when I walked into the ladies' room to get ready. I locked myself in a cubicle and stripped off my bra and panties. Then I pushed the love egg into my pussy.

With my heart pounding, I checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing a silky red blouse with a pinstriped black suit jacket, a pinstriped knee-high pencil skirt, and black stockings. The jacket hid most of my braless boobs which somewhat calmed my nerves. 

I had never been as conscious of my body as the moment I rushed down the stairs to get out of the building. Without my panties, I felt so exposed. Feeling the cold air on my sensitive snatch more than conveyed the blunt impression of nudity. Every step reminded me of the love egg filling my pussy. 

Stepping out of the building was like a déjà vu as I found D-Rod standing next to the entrance having a smoke. At least, Ortega wasn't around this time. The young Latino greeted me with a sly smile but didn't say a word. He didn't have to. I knew what he was expecting. 

"The fuckdoll's ready to serve, Sir Da-Rod!" I recited my line to kickstart the 'after work party'.

Then I voluntarily handed the car keys over to the young Latino, giving up any control over the following part of the day. The 'private after work party' was D-Rod's playground, and he was the one making the decisions. That was part of the deal, no matter how much I disliked it. After taking the keys, however, he continued holding his hand out until I handed over the love egg's remote control as well. 

"Present yaself, Miss Tease." He told me when we were sitting in my car.

I struggled with my emotions and had to force myself not to run away. It wouldn't do me any good, though. I would have to meet D-Rod back at work tomorrow anyways. So I slid the pinstriped jacket off my shoulders and unbuttoned my blouse to prove that I wasn't wearing a bra. When I had opened all buttons, I grabbed my pinstriped skirt and wriggled it up over my hips. 

Sitting with my naked ass on the leather seat, my blouse was completely open. It only just covered my nipples leaving a wide stripe of bare skin visible. My deep cleavage was fully exposed. It looked like I was wearing a pair of suspenders. With the jacket gone and the blouse open, there wasn't much left of the conservative business outfit. Instead, it looked rather saucy. 

All the while, we were standing in the parking lot in front of our office building! Any second, one of my coworkers could walk by and see me like that! I held my breath in fear. Still, I couldn't deny that I also felt a thrill of danger thundering through my body. 

"Ooohhh!" I suddenly groaned out after I had gotten into my sports car.

Before starting the engine, D-Rod had switched the love egg on making it vibrate in my pussy. My body immediately reacted with my legs flipping open and shut. The vibrations were so powerful they instantly made my pussy throb. 

"Good! Ya passed the first test." The young Latino stated after he had ensured that the love egg was deeply planted up my pussy.

Then he put my sports car into gear and drove off the parking lot. Once again, I was getting driven through town with my tits out in the open. I simply hoped this wouldn't become the norm. D-Rod didn't go for a repeat of yesterday's car blowjob, though. Instead, he had a new, silly little game of dare in mind.

"I bet I'm gonna get cha to make a wet spot on ya seat, fuckdoll." He told me out of the blue.

"No way!" I instantly blurted out in revulsion.

"Ya betcha! Let's have a quiz then. Let's play a round of 'guess dat song'."

"If I guess right, dem vibrating egg gets switched on till da next song starts. If ya guess right, ya can close a button of ya blouse." He told me the idea of his game. "If ya manage to close all buttons, I delete another pic."

He was offering me another chance to get a photo deleted. It was as good a chance as it gets! I had to grab this opportunity by the horns! So I willingly played along. D-Rod switched the radio on a channel playing average pop songs so both of us had the same chances. 

I got off to a good start, guessing the first two songs right. One after the other, I closed two buttons of my red, silky blouse. It didn't change much, though. My inviting cleavage was still completely exposed. 

The next song started the moment we stopped at a red light. For a second, I was distracted as I peeked over to the car standing next to me. The driver was looking straight at me from the right side. He got a perfect view of my left pointy sideboob. It gave me goosebumps making my nipples hard. This only caused my nips to poke against my blouse lifting it up even further and allowing the stranger an even better look!

D-Rod exploited my distraction and guessed the song first. The moment he announced the song, I folded up. He had switched the love egg on mid-level, and it mercilessly started vibrating in my pussy!

"Ooohhh!" I began grunting.

I tried my best to keep still but couldn't help it. I couldn't stop wriggling around on the passenger seat. My whole body started shaking with my shoulders swaying from side to side. Feeling the overwhelming need to touch my throbbing pussy, I desperately wanted to rub my clit and roll my nipples between my fingers. But I stopped myself. I wouldn't give D-Rod this kind of satisfaction.

"Ooohhh!... Aaaahhh!... Oooohhh Gooossshhh!" I moaned uninhibitedly.

Turning my face sideways, I noticed the stranger in the car next to us intently watching me. He saw my mouth opened in lust! He saw me groaning out my pleasure! He got a great show! Closing my eyes, I tried to blend the spectator out before shame overwhelmed me. Concentrating on the whirlwind of sensations that spread from my pussy, I didn't dare reopening them before I felt the car getting back into gear. 

I guessed the next song right and closed the third button. This wasn't such a good idea, though. With three buttons closed, the red blouse wasn't hanging open any longer. Instead, it tightened up, and the material got firmly pressed against my nipples making them poke through the fabric. It only made it more obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra.

A new song came on, and D-Rod was damn quick announcing the title. Once again, he switched the vibrator on. This time, he put it on the highest level. My legs basically got torn apart from the forceful vibration. They were flapping open and close like doors in a storm.

"Oooaaaooohhh!" I groaned at the top of my lungs.

I thrashed around on my seat. My wriggling was so forceful that my blouse slipped off my shoulders. Both my big, round fleshglobes popped out of their confines hanging over my half-closed blouse. I couldn't stand it any longer! I needed to touch myself! Grabbing each nipple with a hand, I rolled the rock hard nips between thumb and index finger.

I felt my pussy juice running down my thighs, and I knew what it meant. It filled me with consternation. I had failed, as I was making a wet spot on my leather seat. D-Rod wouldn't delete another picture. 

I bit my lips in frustration as I hated losing. Although it was such a vulgar, offensive game, I couldn't stand losing it to the young Latino. Without noticing it, I still continued massaging my nipples while slowly getting to the edge. I could feel a crashing orgasm building up deep inside of me, but suddenly, the vibrations stopped when we came to a halt. 

D-Rod was backing into a parking space. He hadn't driven home, taking me to a strip mall in the barrio instead. It looked every bit as the rest of the area, shabby and dilapidated with several stores closed. The strip mall was quite small with a parking lot in the middle, food outlets on the right side, and various cheap sales outlets on the left side. 

I hastily looked around. Fortunately, there was no one sitting in the parked cars around us. Grabbing the red fabric of my blouse, I started pulling it back up over my tits. 

"Tsktsktsk, Miss Tease!" D-Rod stopped me. "Da next song hasn't started yet. Da game's not over." 

I pleadingly looked at him but couldn't bring myself to beg. After all, I was still a proud business exec although it didn't look like that at the moment. I wouldn't beg this prick!

We were sitting in my parked sports car when the next song started. I had heard it before but couldn't remember the goddamn name. Luckily, D-Rod didn't know it either. It was on the tip of my tongue. When the chorus started, it made click, and I blurted the title out. I had won the last round. 

I closed the fourth button. It was the one directly between my titties. This way, they got wrapped up again. With the top buttons open, though, my big, ample juggs bulged out on top. It looked far too slinky for my taste, and I cursed myself for not knowing the two songs D-Rod had guessed right. 

The macho thug got out of the car and I hesitantly followed. Looking around the strip mall, I breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't close to my neighborhood so the chances of me running into someone I knew were small.

"Let's see da results!" D-Rod exclaimed.

As I already knew the result, I wasn't keen on the young Latino rubbing it into my face. A dark spot was clearly visible on the leather passenger seat. It was such a big spot it made me feel embarrassed about making such a mess. 

"Yo, dat's a clear result!" He exclaimed after inspecting the seat. 

"Enjoyed da ride a bit too much, huh, lil attention whore?" He didn't skip the chance to taunt me. "Guess da after work party ain't over then. But first, clean da mess ya made. Can't have a filthy ride."

It didn't remain unnoticed to me that he was claiming my car as his ride by now. I felt the need to point it out to him but decided to better let it slight for the moment. Instead, I opened my purse to fetch some tissues. I wanted to get over with this as quickly as possible.

"Please biatch. Dat's not da way a slut cleans up her mess." D-Rod told me reproachfully as if it was something anybody should know.

I looked blank. What was this dirty macho up to now? 

"Madre mia! What a stupid slut!" He exclaimed when I didn't make another suggestion. "Dat tongue of yours - dat's a perfectly fine rag."

"My... my... tongue!" I spluttered totally taken aback by this filthy idea. "That's gross!"

"Hehehe!" The prick laughed in my face "Gross but perfectly suited for such a nasty whore!"

"Ya wanna get to work or ya wanna wait till sum shoppers come back to their cars, Miss Tease?" He urged me. 

D-Rod had a point. It was clear that he wouldn't relent. Waiting for it wouldn't help either. The hint about the shoppers was all the motivation I needed. So I stepped in front of the open passenger door.

"Don't cha use ya hands, biatch!" The thug instructed me when I put my hands onto the seat.

I quickly pushed my hands away. The dirty bastard was mercilessly toying with me, pushing my limits and making me act all lewdly in a public place. It left me all churned up inside. My mood was swaying between anger, frustration, embarrassment, and humiliation. The utter nastiness of the situation was terrifying me. But it was also thrilling me, playing to my exhibitionistic side. I had to admit that I was excited. He's using his playtoy to the fullest, I thought bitterly to myself. 

D-Rod grasped my arms and clasped them behind my back. Pressing his hand against my back, he forced me to bend down. Heck! The way he treated me almost compelled respect from me. He didn't hesitate, he didn't tolerate any objection, and he didn't leave me a choice. This arrogant macho was in total control. He showed me that he would get whatever he wanted. And he did get it!

I felt my tight, pinstriped, knee-high skirt rising up. I had to bow down deeply to reach my seat with my mouth. The skirt was rising higher and higher. Looking back, I noticed that the top of my black stockings were showing by now. It caused a new pinch of humiliation inside of me. I looked like a total slut! On top of that, I looked like a submissive pet in this helpless position with my arms behind my back!

When D-Rod brought my face into position just inches above the leather seat, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. I didn't want to, but D-Rod's demanding, uncompromising demeanor made me obey. Somehow, it made me submit willingly. 

"Yo, dat's it, fuckdoll! Put dat tongue to good use. Make yaself useful at last!" The young Latino derided me when he released my arms.

Although he let me loose, I kept my bent-over position and started licking. Conflicting emotions churned me up. I was livid about getting used like a playtoy in a public place. I was livid about letting it happen so easily, conceding authority over my body just like that. But most of all, I was livid about getting so excited by D-Rod's treatment. 

I felt so naughty licking my pussy juices off my car seat. I felt so naughty voluntarily keeping this position with my ass in the air and my face on the seat. I felt so naughty knowing that my pinstriped skirt had ridden up so high that the lower curve of my butt was showing! 

A cold breeze blew against the bottom of my ass cheeks. And to my dismay, my pussy juice continued dribbling down my thighs although the love egg had stopped vibrating some time ago. Please don't let this happen! This perverted behavior couldn't possibly arouse me. I refused to believe it.

Despite my internal struggles, I dutifully lapped at the wet spot. It seemed to take hours before I had licked all the sticky liquid off the leather seat. With my job done, I straightened back up. Looking around, I didn't see anyone on the parking lot. But I didn't have a clue if anybody had passed by while I had been busy. D-Rod simply raised his eyebrows when I gazed at him quizzically. He wouldn't tell, leaving my in uncertainty. The ignorance wasn't blissful, though, as it only left me more wrought-up and excited.

"Let's have a bite." D-Rod eventually suggested.

The strip mall didn't really look invitingly to have a snack. There were several fast food outlets with chairs and tables placed in front of the store and people were mostly sitting outside while consuming their food. 

Still, I couldn't do anything but follow D-Rod to a taco joint. Standing at the counter in the outlet, the salesman only had eyes for me. His gaze followed my long, chestnut hair that flowed down my shoulders to my bulging flesh mounds and gathered in my deep cleavage. My hair was like an arrow pointing to my braless tits, and the salesman's eyes almost toppled into my bare cleavage. 

Nervously shifting from one foot to the other, I felt like a piece of fuck meat getting inspected by potential buyers while D-Rod ordered the meal. Gosh! The young Latino definitely knew how to press my buttons. In a totally weird way, I was impressed with the way he had turned my business dress into a saucy outfit. The lecherous looks made me so hot and horny it was unbearable!

After buying the meal, D-Rod upped the ante even further. He suggested to head over to the coffee store, which was located on the other end of the food court, to buy some drinks. It implied that I had to parade my slinky outfit for all the people to see! Gee! He was playing me like a fiddle!

Involuntarily, I flexed my back and strutted down the court while D-Rod followed with the meal in his hands. The court was quite narrow so I had to closely pass all the people sitting in front of the different fast food stores. There was no way for me to hide.

It seemed like a spotlight had been pointed at me. All the men checked me out when I passed by. I felt their eyes scraping over my body and running up my stocking-clad legs. It only made my nipples harder and caused them to poke through the silky, red blouse even more conspicuously. My nipples were basically shouting at everyone that I wasn't wearing a bra.

I felt like a slutty top model doing a runway show in the shabby strip mall. Every look made my skin tingle. I felt so needy and desperate after coming within a whisker of a crashing orgasm during the car ride. All this attention was getting to my head -- or rather to my pussy. I was upset about it, yet completely powerless against it at the same time.

Half way down the food court, I suddenly stumbled! The vibrations had started once more! D-Rod had activated the vibrating egg! 




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 02



I had to grab a chair to keep myself steady as I almost fell to the ground. Too bad, the chair was already occupied. Tumbling over, I bumped right into a bald, middle-aged Latino with a goatee. My big, ample juggs got firmly pressed against his chest when he grabbed my shoulders to steady me. He didn't let got when I had come to a halt, though, clutching me tightly with my big, soft rack against his chest. 

In this bent over position, I felt my tight, pinstriped skirt riding up again. Involuntarily, my ass started shaking, fueled by the vigorous vibrations of the love egg. Deep down, I yearned for the bald Latino to grab and fondle my ass but hurried to straighten back up instead. I had to keep at least an ounce of decency!

"I'm sorry, sir! It was an accident. I stumbled." I apologized with a choppy breath.

"Better watch your step!" The bald Latino chided me in response. "Too ditzy to walk in those heels, huh?"

That rebuke made me feel like a naughty, little schoolgirl. I wanted out of this situation! But I couldn't walk away. I was standing in the middle of the court like frozen to the ground. I couldn't take another step! 

Instead, my legs were wobbling like hell. I was so weak-kneed. My whole body was shaking. Involuntarily, I squeezed my legs and pushed my ass out. It must have looked so slutty with me rubbing my thighs together and gyrating my bubble butt in circling motions. What an obscene sight which must have been further increased by the tightness of my skirt showing off each and every curve! 

All the people in the food court watched my every move! My breath became choppier while the love egg continued buzzing mercilessly. I was struggling to keep from groaning out loud. I couldn't cum right here on the spot under all those watchful eyes! That would be too embarrassing! 

Slowly, I took a shaky step forward. And another one... And another one...

While sweating blood and tears in fear of tumbling to the ground, I got going. Carefully, I continued my circuit, a lot slower than before, though. My hips swayed obscenely from side to side in an exaggerated manner. I was doing a real slut walk by now making me look so ridiculous. With every step, I felt close to falling onto my face. 

People were sticking their heads together talking about me while I tottered past. By now, I was sweating so heavily that my blouse was getting clingy which only added to my saucy appearance. Heck! It took me ages to reach the coffee store. 

The moment, I walked through the door, the vibrations stopped. I paused at the door and took a few deep breaths before I placed the order. The salesman was more than eager to serve me two cuppa coffee while he ogled my assets. When I was about to pay, he leaned over the counter.

"What you think?" He whispered. "You flash me your fat fucking tits and you get the coffee for free!"

It took me a few moments to realize what he had just offered. When it hit me, I wished the ground to swallow me up. He had seen my saucy walk outside and took me for nothing but an easy slut. This offer was more degrading than any of the lecherous gazes. I hesitated. I wanted to storm out of the store but knew D-Rod would want me to accept the salesman's suggestion. It was too much, though. I couldn't do it!

"You must be mistaken me." I told him in a most annoyed tone and threw the money onto the counter before hastily grabbing the cups and rushing out of the store.

Bristling with anger about this indecent offer, I joined D-Rod who was waiting outside. In front of the coffee store, some kind of bar with several highchairs was placed to give it a sophisticated look. When I finally sat down on the chair at D-Rod's table, I was totally drained like I had just finished a marathon. The young Latino was really putting me through the wringer. But to my dismay, my body was responding to it, embracing the attention and loss of control. 

"Ya really know how to strut ya stuff, Miss Tease!" D-Rod chuckled. "All da men can't get enough of watchin' ya hot piece of MILF ass."

"Give dem a treat. Spread cha legs!" His next order came totally out of the blue.

Suddenly I realized why he had picked the coffee store. He had explicitly chosen it for the highchairs! We were sitting higher than the other people in the court giving them the perfect view up my skirt! If I spread my legs, they could see my naked pussy!

I was so upset about the way he played me. I was so upset that I couldn't find a way to stop him. I was so upset about feeling completely powerless. Being a very consequent person, though, I was too proud to cop out now. I hadn't managed to win his game of dare so I had to suffer the consequences. That was the deal, right? 

With my back to the bar, I slowly spread my legs. Being on display in such a naughty way made me feel flushed. My face must have been beet red while my whole body trembled. 

Sitting there with my legs open, I closely watched the people on the food court. A man sitting opposite the coffee shop peeked up my skirt and gave me a smile. It made me close my eyes in embarrassment. Suddenly, though, my eyes opened wide. I had to grab the highchair to keep myself from toppling off. D-Rod had switched the love egg back on! He had put it on the highest level! It hit me with such a force that my teeth chattered! 

The vibrations stopped as suddenly as they had started. I threw a puzzled look at the young Latino. What the hell had that been?

"Ya caught a look, ya deserve a treat." He stated matter-of-factly.

I felt gooesbumps covering my skin. Every time, someone looked up my skirt, D-Rod would switch the love egg on. How could I ever survive this? I threw a pleading look over to the dirty macho but his eyes remained stern. So I continued sitting on the highchair with my legs spread. I was on pins and needles, flinching every time someone looked into my direction. 

Earning a disgusted look from a woman, the vibrator started buzzing again, and my arousal hit me like a fist. I needed to groan out loud. I needed to grunt out my lust! But I couldn't do that -- not right in the middle of the food court! I desperately clenched my lips to stifle any moan. But the arousal spread over my body like scorching lava. 

D-Rod munched away at his tacos while I nervously fidgeted around on the chair. I got 10 more looks - disgusted gazes from the women and lecherous smiles from the men. With every look, the love egg started vibrating, and every time, it lasted a bit longer.

The fourth time, I couldn't keep still any longer. When the buzzing started, my hips began moving on their own. I began bucking on the highchair, slightly lifting my ass off the seat and humping the air! I couldn't control it. My body was in the clutches of my arousal.

"Hmmmpfff!"

The sixth time, muffled moans started escaping my lips. Sweat was gathering on my forehead. The vibrating egg was setting my pussy on fire! I was getting close to an orgasm! I was about to cum in public! Right in the middle of the seedy strip mall with a dozen people around! I felt so humiliated! I felt like such a slut cumming so openly! But these emotions only fueled my excitement. 

By now, the couple sitting next to us became aware of my conspicuous behavior. They started mustering me, frowning at the ridiculous sight. I could see them sticking their heads together to gossip about the lewd slut. 

They knew! They knew what was happening! I felt so ashamed, I couldn't look at them. However, I couldn't stop bucking around on the chair either. I was on the edge. I desperately wanted to touch my clit and rub it. But I didn't dare. I kept my hands clutching the highchair. I was about to cum from nothing but the love egg's stimulations. What an easy slut!

"Hmpf...! Hmmmmmm...! HMMMMMM...!"

The twelfth time, I finally exploded. Squirming on the chair, I rode out my orgasm. Wave after wave of ecstatic bliss surged up and down my spine. All the while, I tried my best not to scream and moan. The couple next to me was totally forgotten. I couldn't tell how long my orgasm lasted. But when I opened my eyes back up, the couple was gone. 

D-Rod's grinning face greeted me instead. He had obviously enjoyed my unrestrained slut show. I still had a hard time believing that it had really happened, though. I had actually cum in the middle of a busy strip mall. 

I wearily looked around and spotted several men staring at me. My public orgasm hadn't remained unnoticed! Once again, my face was burning in the deepest shades of red. I thought the blush would never fade again. 

While I had ridden out my orgasm under the public eye, D-Rod had finished his tacos and coffee. He was ready to leave, and I was more than glad to get away from the men's leers.

"Didn't cha forget 'bout sumpin', Miss Tease?" D-Rod urged me when we arrived at my sports car.

At first, I didn't understand what he was talking about. But then it dawned on me. The goal of D-Rod's 'after work parties' was to make him cum, and he hadn't shot his load yet.

"Please Sir Da-Rod, may this fuckdoll suck you off?" I automatically asked right there in the parking lot.

Woah! I hadn't even given it any thought. I had simply babbled away like some dumb slut! How stupid can you get? And somehow, it didn't seem like such a big deal either. How slutty can you act?

"Had those lips wrapped 'round my cock yesterday." He rejected my offer.

His response left me standing there like a fool. I had just offered my service to him in the most vulgar way I could imagine, and he simply brushed it away in an arrogant manner that was dumbfounding.

"Time to feel ya juicy juggs!" He announced instead. "C'mon lil hussy, put 'em big, ripe melons to good use!"

His suggestion involuntarily made me smile. He wasn't rejecting me, he simply wanted some variety. I didn't even look around the parking lot, popping the middle button of my red silk blouse open instead. My ample funbags instantly jutted out of their confines. Gosh! This dirty macho was getting me jaded in record time! 

In the meantime, D-Rod opened the driver's door and sat down on the seat with his legs out of the car. I got down on my knees and scurried between his spread legs, feeling the hard concrete tearing at my fine black stockings. I cupped my soft, round boobs and lifted them up as if presenting my goods on a window display. Squeezing my soft fleshorbs, I rubbed them against each other to make my tit flesh bulge to all sides. 

I was smarming over the young Latino as if I was one of his silly cheerleader groupies. It was disgusting, but I was far too horny to stop.

"Get 'em nice 'n wet, fuckdoll!" D-Rod ordered in short, crisp words.

I hesitated. His command sounded so nasty. The whole situation was so obscene. I looked around the parking lot. We were all alone but that didn't help making me feel less naughty.

My hesitation took too long for D-Rod's taste so he grabbed my long chestnut hair and bent my head down. Once again, his rigorous, dominant demeanor inadvertently commanded my respect. I behaved like a good playtoy and spit out. Feeling the large glob of spittle land on the inside of my right tit made me shudder. Yet, I continued rubbing the spit into my tit flesh. 

"Mo' spit, nasty whore!" The dirty macho urged. "Use dem fingers to make ya drool."

His ghetto slang was so vulgar and yet so commanding. It didn't leave me any room to resist. What a contradiction! It left me like putty in his hands. Although I cursed myself for this admission of helplessness, I wasn't able to do anything against it. Right now, I really was his obedient playtoy.

Opening my mouth, I shoved three fingers through my lips. I kept on pushing until I gagged. Driving my fingers in and out of my mouth made me choke repeatedly. I was facefucking myself while kneeling on the dirty ground of a public parking lot. I was furious about the way this dirty prick used me, the way I complied, and the way it was such a thrill for me. 

Eventually, I pulled my fingers out of my mouth. They were completely covered with white, frothy slobber. A filthy web of drool had formed connecting the fingers. Closely inspecting my messy hand, it grossed me out. Looking at D-Rod, though, I saw how my naughty actions mesmerized him. Damnit! His reaction excited me to no end! I wiped the slobbery mess off onto my ample funbags making them glisten wetly. They were ready to get fucked.

Once again, I cupped my tits from both sides and pushed them over D-Rod's hard cock. He didn't move at all, arrogantly expecting me to do all the work. Squeezing my heavy juggs, I formed a deep canyon for his dick and began sliding my soft tit meat up and down his shaft. I picked up speed until it felt like I was sanding down his cock.

After witnessing all my indecent behavior, the young Latino was too horny to hold out for long. It only took me a few minutes of pumping his cock with my smooth fleshglobes until his dick began to stir.

Before his balls erupted, though, he grabbed his meat pole with his right hand while gripping my long chestnut hair with his left. Pulling on it, he bent my head backwards, just in time with the first spurt of cum shooting out of his cock. OMG! It was a huge salvo that didn't seem to stop! Guiding his massive stream over my face like a brush, he painted me with thick, white goo. It seemed like he blew a single long jet of slimy spunk. With his load shot, he had drawn something like a u-shaped cum mustache over my mouth that stretched from one cheek to the other.

"Hehehe. Dat's a fine look for a biatch!" He commented his obscene painting. 

"Keep it on, lil hussy." He ordered before I could reach up to scrape the cum off my face.

Resigned to my fate, I only reacted mechanically. So I got off the ground, keeping the thick, drying sperm on my face. Getting into my sports car, I noticed that my fine black stockings had torn from the rough concrete adding another skanky detail to my outfit.

On the ride home, I tried to keep my face down as best as I could to avoid any looks. But of course, it didn't work and a few honking cars accompanied us on our way. Every time, a horn honked, it startled me, flushing my face and making my pussy throb at the same time.

"Yo fuckdoll! Show my vatos the fruits of ya labor!" D-Rod instructed me when we arrived in front of his house.

Once again, his three Latino buddies were hanging out on the front porch smoking and drinking beer. Stepping in front of the porch, I presented my outfit. His homies liked the way my half-opened, red, silky blouse made my braless tits bulge out. Pointing out the torn open holes in my black stockings, they had fun chiding me for being such a ditzy slut. But most of all, they loved my cum-coated face.

"Que morro de leche!" One of D-Rod's buddies gave me a new moniker.

"Hehehe! Guess we can all agree wit dat: ya got a lovely 'cumface'!" D-Rod translated this oh-so-flattering nickname.

The degrading name made me fume in helpless anger which gave the gang a good laugh and let them rag me about the way I clenched my fists in lack of power. To infuriate me even more, they made me turn several pirouettes to let them check out each and every curve of my body. 

I was more than glad when I was finally allowed to scrape the dried spunk off my face and feed it to myself. It tasted dreadfully, and I was barely able to swallow the gooey, slimy mass. But that was nothing in comparison to the relief of finally having the demeaning face frosting gone and being allowed to head home.

*to be continued* 



Jessica's Change Management Ch. 03



--- Week 1 -- Wednesday ---

Arriving home, I needed some time till my brain started working again. I had a hard time processing everything that had happened. The arrogance and casualness with which D-Rod had showed me up in the strip mall left me totally aghast. Even more, I was shocked about myself for letting it happen all too easily! 

It felt like I had crossed a line and couldn't go back. I sensed that I was losing any kind of grip on the situation. I had to do something about it, or it would be too late! I couldn't wait any longer to make a move! 

In the evening, I poured myself a glass of wine to calm my nerves. My thoughts were running wild inside my head. I needed two glasses until I felt the tension easing. I had always been the clever one. I would find a solution, and I would find it quickly. 

--- Week 1 -- Thursday ---

The next day, I received a text message from D-Rod before leaving my house. He wasn't slowing down at all! Instead, he gave me specific orders about an outfit I had to bring to work. He wanted me to cram my purse with a crop top, cut-off hot pants, a bikini, and a matching pair of heels.

Reading the text made me bristle with anger. I didn't like the way he was ordering me around. It brought me to the brink of refusing. But I had sworn to make my move today and had to be smart about it. It wouldn't help to piss off D-Rod from the start. So in the end, I complied. 

I stuffed a white, thin belly top and a pair of self-cropped, ripped, denim hot pants into my handbag. Then I went through my closet looking for the right bikini. I couldn't reuse the skimpy red one I had worn when I had met D-Rod. He wanted to see something new - something that looked just as skimpy. 

However, I had only one bikini that met the criteria which I had bought on a shopping binge during a vacation with Nate to spice up our sex life. After the vacation, though, I had never worn it again as it looked far too saucy for my taste. 

It was a golden chain bikini. The top had a triangle form with a golden front o-ring that held the two cups together right between my titties. The halter ties were made of two golden chains while the bikini bottom had two thick gold chains as side straps. The triangle cups and bikini bottom were colored in a flashy, metallic gold with silver swirl details making the bikini shimmer strikingly in the sun light. The matching heels were a pair of shimmery golden sandals with 4" heels and intertwining golden straps. 

The bikini-heels-combo was a real eye catcher making me look like a total attention seeker. At least, I didn't have to wear this skimpy outfit at work. That was the only thing that calmed me down a bit. It wouldn't do much harm, right? None of my colleagues would see it, right?

Arriving at work, I left the golden heels in my car and took the purse with me. Entering my office, I received another text message from the young Latino. He instructed me to put my purse down right next to my desk and open the zipper. This way, the handbag was prominently displayed in my office. It had to catch everybody's eye when stepping into my office! Everybody had to see the saucy garments when taking a closer look! 

My subordinates could actually find out that I possessed such slinky clothes. The sheer thought made me bristle with rage. There weren't many things more important to me than my reputation. Once again, D-Rod knew exactly how to keep me on edge. All the time during work, I couldn't stop peeking over to the open handbag. It was a constant reminder of D-Rod's dominance, and it made me nervous as hell.

Before lunch, I met with Bill, one of my older subordinates, to discuss a current project. As usual, I had scheduled the meeting in my office to save time. This time, however, I deeply regretted the decision. I couldn't concentrate on the conversation at all. While listening to Bill's elaborations, my eyes kept roaming over to my purse time and time again. That was quite dumb as it only called his attention. Of course, Bill became interested in the handbag and began closely checking it out! 

I was so antsy, I can't even describe! Each time Bill mustered my purse, I was close to jumping up and closing it once and for all. I had to bring up all my will-power to stop myself. I felt sweat gathering on my forehead, and I'm quite certain that it didn't remain unnoticed. I thought I had reached the peak of my nervousness when I finally closed the meeting.

But I had been wrong. After lunch, my jumpiness increased with every passing hour. I started thinking about the impending after work party. What had D-Rod planned for the day? Why did he want me to wear a bikini?

An hour before quitting time, I couldn't keep myself from endlessly pacing through my office until I finally received a text message from my young intern. He told me to put my outfit on and drive to his house. He would meet me there. With a sigh, I shut down my computer. The time had come. I was about to give up any kind of control over myself for a third time. 

Once again, I found myself in the ladies' room staring at myself in the mirror. I had changed my outfit in one of the stalls. Now, I was wearing the tight, white crop top with thin straps and the short denim hot pants. The white top was so thin that the flimsy gold metallic bikini with its golden chains showed through. The self-cropped hot pants were so short that the front pockets were visible. I had still been in college the last time I had worn them and never expected to put them on again.

The moment, I had put on the clothes, any feeling of power left me. I didn't feel like the staid, respected business lady anymore but rather like an easy slut flaunting her assets. The tiny, white crop top left my flat tummy and cute belly button exposed, the hot pants slid up exposing the lower curve of my ass cheeks with every careless move, and my smooth tanned legs were on full display.

The moment I opened the door, I almost bumped into Ortega. I heard him talking to someone over the cell phone while he was coming down the hallway. I instantly froze in the door. He couldn't see me like that! It would be just what he was waiting for! He wouldn't let this indecency slide. He would use it to his advantage. 

While my legs were paralyzed with horror, my heart was beating like the wings of a humming bird. Ortega was coming dangerously close. He was still occupied with his call, but a few more steps, and he would be standing next to me. He couldn't pass without noticing me!

The last second, I broke free from my rigor and slammed the door shut. Of course, the loud bang didn't stay unnoticed. I was leaning with my back against the door, breathing heavily, when I heard Ortega knocking.

"Everything OK in there?" He asked with concern.

I almost screamed for him to leave but stopped myself. I was so tense I almost fainted. All I could do was to wait. Ortega knocked a few more times before he gave up and left. Phew! That had been close!

I didn't dare stepping out of the ladies' room after that scene. O'Bannon, the CEO, was still working in his office. I couldn't risk running into him. Just as well, I could directly hand over my letter of dismissal! So I remained in the ladies' room, nervously shifting from one foot to the other, while listening to the noises from the hallway. I knew I risked being late to D-Rod's after work party and making him angry. But I was too afraid to move.

I only had to wait 15 minutes before I heard footsteps on the hallway. Still, it seemed like ages. When the footsteps had passed, I waited another five minutes to make sure that the CEO had left the building. Not before that, I opened the door.

With the hallway cleared, I rushed down the stairs so fast I almost stumbled. I didn't have the nerve to pause. I held my breath until I was sitting in my car. The parking lot was empty. No one had seen me. I felt like I had aged years in a couple of minutes, though. 

A good half-hour too late, I arrived in front of D-Rod's house. There was no one sitting on the front porch this time. After putting on the high-heeled golden sandals, I walked to the door and knocked. But no one opened. For a few moments, I stood there totally clueless. Then I saw D-Rod coming around the house from the backyard. I was almost relieved to see him. I didn't want to walk this rough ghetto neighborhood without him at my side. 

"Ya too late, biatch!" The Latino remarked.

"I'm sorry, Sir Da-Rod!" I apologized, instantly falling into a submissive demeanor. "I had to wait until everyone was gone."

"Oh que dice, Mrs. Powers?" He sneered sarcastically. "What a weak excuse. It's disappointin' but unsurprisin'. Can't expect too much of such a stupid biatch, right? "

"I promised my vatos a helluva time wit my hot coug. Don't disappoint me again! Be a good cum bucket for dem!" He added, making me gulp at his blatant threat. 

"Ya misbehaved, cha gotta make up for it." He stated uncompromisingly. "Show me ya followed my instructions, fuckdoll!" 

The young Latino stood there in his baggy pants and white tank top, showing off his tattooed, muscular arms. He folded them in front of his chest in the most arrogant way, waiting for me to react. Looking at him in disbelief, I felt a rush of blood to my head. Did he really expect me to strip off my clothes and present the tiny, flashy bikini right here in front of his house?

Of course, he was serious about it! And I didn't even doubt him carrying it through for a second. The way he had growled the word 'fuckdoll' was enough to convince me of that. It also told me that I had totally forgotten his 'after work rules'. I had to call myself in this degrading way or risk to further infuriate him!

"Sorry, sir!..." I stammered while feeling all browbeaten. "Your fuckdoll is sorry for disappointing you, Sir Da-Rod!"

Gosh! I hated addressing him with his ridiculous moniker. However, I had to admit that I was impressed by his uncompromising attitude once again. There was no discussion, no hesitation, no indecisiveness. The odd feeling of resignation and simultaneous fascination with my powerlessness hit me with full force again. During the last days, I had been forced to realize that these kind of dominant commands triggered something inside of me, something I didn't know, something I couldn't accept. 

Last night, I hadn't been able to stop pondering a single question. Why in hell did the rude but consequent way of D-Rod ordering me around make me behave so submissively? Of course, he had me over the barrel. But that wasn't enough of an explanation. Why did his crude treatment cause me to give up all my inner resistance? Why did I give up my anger so easily? Every time this arrogant macho thug raised his voice, the proud boss turned into a docile kitten. I felt the boundless humiliation each and every time but dutifully presented my posterior nonetheless.

"When I tell ya sumfin', ya bust cha ass to comply! Geddit, Miss Tease?" D-Rod reminded me in calm but harsh words.

There it was again! D-Rod's clear, hard order had the same effect as ever, getting me moving. I couldn't stop it. Something inside of me led my hands to my white crop top. I grabbed the lower edge and lifted it up over my tits showing him my ample juggs nicely filling out the tiny, gold metallic bikini. The white top pressing down onto my soft flesh mounds caused my tit meat to bulge, and the golden front o-ring granted him a perfect view in between my deep, juicy tit canyon.

I let the thin top go and reached down to my self-cropped hot pants with trembling hands. Opening the button, I let it slide down to the ground revealing my gold metallic bikini bottom. I was standing on the front lawn of D-Rod's dingy house in a rough ghetto neighborhood, turning a pirouette to present my flimsy bikini, while I was getting inspected by my young intern with an infinite arrogance on his face. The fact that I was doing it without any protest only aggravated the degradation. 

"Bien!" The rude Latino finally remarked. "Now, show me dat cunt's fuckable!"

I gasped at this instruction and hesitated but didn't really resist. Grabbing my flimsy bikini bottom with my right hand, I pulled it to the side showing D-Rod my pussy. It was completely shaved just as he liked it. But it wasn't enough for him. Instead, he made me push my cunt lips apart with my left hand to show off my pink cunt meat. Making me present my pussy in open daylight was another relentless humiliation and made me tremble uncontrollably. My nervousness was palpable. By contrast, D-Rod's joy was just as evident. He let me stand there with my legs spread and my pussy exposed for ages. 

HOOT-HOOT

"Yum! Whatta barrio booty!" "Whoohoo! Whatta fine-ass hoodrat!"

I heard a car honking and guys hollering in my back. I couldn't see it, but a car drove by. D-Rod waved at them with a triumphant grin on his face. I felt the urge to turn around to check it out but stopped myself. I couldn't let them see my shaved pussy! Letting them ogle my naked butt was bad enough. Heck! I can't even describe the bottomless shame I felt. My face was so hot and red it was almost boiling. 

"Guess ya gettin' a reputation 'round here, Miss Tease." D-Rod commented on the catcalls. "Bet cha like bein' the big booty hoodrat 'round here, huh?"

To my intern's delight, his remark only deepened the crimson color on my face, making me look onto the ground in shame. Even with the car gone, D-Rod didn't let me move. I had to remain standing on the front lawn in my golden heels for a time that felt like an eternity. A time, the dirty macho used to fully let me feel the embarrassment. He punished me for my misbehavior by letting me present my shaved pussy in public, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

"Time to have sum fun!" My intern finally exclaimed.

Without another look at me, he turned around and walked down the driveway to his backyard. He simply left me standing in the front yard. He had made his point, and I had learned my lesson. I wouldn't misbehave again - another reason why I had to quickly make my move. A few more days, and he would have bent my will completely. I would bow to each and every order without fuss or quibble.

Before another car passed by, I hastily grabbed the hot pants from the ground and pulled them back up my legs. Then I rearranged my white crop top and followed the young Latino.

Walking to the backyard, my heart was thumping like mad. I was greeted by D-Rod's three housemates. They were drinking beers and eating steaks. Finally, they introduced themselves to me. The skinny guy with the goatee and bald head was called Flaco. He was wearing a white tee three sizes too big and low-ride khakis. The bare-chested guy with a bandana around his forehead and big time tattoos on his chest was called Garza. He was almost as short as me but stout and bullnecked. The guy with a three-day stubble and sideways hat was called Lucho. He was a real musclehead looking like some kind of wrestler. He was wearing a black basketball jersey, black baggy shorts and white knee-high socks. 

All in all, they tried hard to look as gangster as possible with their multiple tattoos and angry faces. I noticed that each of them had the same tattoo as D-Rod on their upper arms. The letters 'LGZ' in old English lettering. They told me that it was the symbol for their gang 'Loz Gandallazzz'. Apparently, they were members of a real gang which intimidated me even more.

"Welcome Miss Tease to our lil barbecue!" D-Rod introduced me. "Dis lil hussy applied to be our entertainment tonite."

The way my intern twisted the facts got me as angry as agitated. I definitely hadn't applied for this! His wording added insult to injury but also told me that I was in for a hell of a ride. It made my stomach cramp and have butterflies at the same time.

"Dis fuckdoll wants to become our gang hoe!" He continued. "But dat's all on ya, eses. Ya gonna be dem judges decidin' if she's good enuff to be a real barrio hoodrat!"

Gawd! How cocky can you be? My intern wanted to turn his proud, powerful boss into the new gang slut. His insolence made me fume with rage although my anger seemed a bit out of place. After all, I was standing in his backyard clad in a revealing belly top, teeny hot pants, and shimmering golden high heels. Nonetheless, I stuck out my lips in a pout as the three guys gave each other a smile. I could see some lust developing in their eyes. 

"Cha betta convince 'em! Cuz for each vote, I'ma gonna delete a pic." D-Rod told me when turning his attention back to me. 

He then pointed to a hose and bucket that he had prepared before motioning at his car that was standing at the back of the driveway close to the back patio. The task was clear. He wanted me to wash his old, rusty four-door car, and his buddies would judge if I acted sexily enough.

My shoulders slumped when I realized that I would do it without hesitation. The prospect of getting three pictures deleted was just too enticing. I was disappointed in myself, but the chances outweighed the humiliation. At least, it was all happening in the safe setting of D-Rod's backyard and not in a public strip mall.

I grabbed the bucket full of water and walked over to my intern's car. The four Latinos didn't even pretend to look elsewhere. I felt four pairs of eyes blatantly ogling my backside as I started spraying down the vehicle with water from the hose. 

The water sprayed forcefully from the hose and some occasional splashes landed on my white top, instantly causing a see-through spot. The water was so cool that it made my nipples protrude and poke through the flimsy material. The mist from the hose started slowly drenching my clothes making my golden bikini top and thin crop shirt stick together revealingly. 

I'm only 5'4" tall so I had to bend over quite a bit to reach the middle of the hood when I started rubbing it down with a soapy sponge. Bending forward, I felt my denim hot pants sliding up letting my butt cheeks peek out. Every time I had to dunk the sponge into the bucket, I had to bend deep down to the ground causing my hot pants to slide up high enough to expose my complete buns. This was accompanied by the guys' hollers. Shit! Their dirty catcalls automatically caused me to spin my ass in circles. 

I heard the four guys discussing my backside that I presented so eagerly to them. They couldn't agree upon how to call my ass, wavering between 'phat barrio booty', 'knockout ass', 'bubble butt', and 'bomb-ass moneymaker'. None of them sounded particularly enticing to me, though. 

"Bettah remember all dem names, Miss Tease. Cuz dat's how ya gonna call dat ass from now on." D-Rod told me to my indignation. 

After rubbing down the right side of the hood, I walked around the vehicle to clean the left side. This way, I had to present my drenched front to the Latinos. By now, I was sweating from the effort which only added to the soaked state of my clothes. The white crop top and metallic gold bikini top were so wet they tightly clung to my tits and emphasized my voluptuous curves. Bending forward, the Latinos got a perfect view of my ample juggs. My nipples were so hard they looked like they were about to cut their way through the thin, white top.

I tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but their dirty talk had an effect on me. Being on display in such a slutty way didn't help either. It triggered my exhibitionistic side, and I felt my juices stirring in my loins. 

Finished with the car's hood, I turned around and received a round of applause which caused a jolt of pride in my pussy. Why the hell did I feel flattered by this? I should have felt disgusted!

"Good start, lil hussy!" D-Rod spoke up. "But it's not me to decide." 

"Time for da votes, eses!" He addressed his three buddies. "Dis hot coug got what it takes to be our nu barrio hoodrat or not? Ya decide!"




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 03



I was jittery and wired up as if I was walking into an important exam. This was so stupid! I cursed myself. But somehow, I yearned for their approval. Garza raised his beer bottle indicating his vote. The other two remained unimpressed, though.

For a moment, I was disappointed, and uncousciously, pursed my lips in a dramatic pout which only made the guys chuckle. I had worked hard to give them a sexy car wash, but apparently, it hadn't been enough to convince all of them. This was purely arbitrary, though, I thought bitterly. They were playing me. They wouldn't give me all the votes no matter how well I performed. They were here to savor the slutty show. They wanted to use and degrade a fine, rich, self-assured lady.

It didn't matter anyways. I had gotten one vote. That meant one picture down! Two more to go! I felt elated. You don't break me that easily, you fucking arrogant bastard, I thought to myself. I will get all three pics one after the other. The small triumph felt good. I didn't care any longer how lewd I had to act as long as I didn't grant D-Rod another triumph. Well, I guess I was a bit too naïve there. 

"Awww, ain't lookin' good, Miss Tease!" D-Rod remarked sarcastically. "Da decision gotta be unanimously. Did I forgot to tell ya, lil hussy? Less than three votes, no 'LGZ' gang hoe, no pics deleted. Too bad!"

I wanted to protest but my shoulders simply slumped in defeat. I was bummed. The feeling of triumph vanished as quickly as it had started. 

"Que va! We give ya another chance, fuckdoll. What cha think, eses?"

All his buddies agreed to this suggestion although we all knew that they rather wanted the car wash show to continue than give me another chance. Still, I felt relieved although I refused to accept it. I had always been a competitive person. I was challenging Ortega for the CEO position after all. I couldn't stand losing, and this hadn't changed no matter how degrading the task. 

"Try harder, dirty hoe!" D-Rod told me, a blatant threat resonating in his words.

He had me on the edge and he knew it. It was clear that he was calling the shots. On top of that, he was well aware that I wanted his buddies' votes to get the pictures deleted. He knew he could push my limits, and I would comply with it.

My mind was reeling. Nervousness was creeping up inside of me. How the hell could I cut a better figure? I only came up with one thing.

I began swaying my hips dancing on the spot for the guys while my golden heels shimmered glaringly in the sun. I reached up and grabbed my thin, white crop top. It was so drenched and clingy I could easily tear it apart. I slowly ripped it apart in the middle, revealing my shimmering, metallic gold bikini with the thick, gold chain halter straps. 

Then I turned around and stuck out my ass - or rather my 'phat barrio booty' as I was supposed to call it now. I pulled my self-cropped, denim hot pants up giving myself a wedgie. The denim fabric pressed hard against my pussy, but I didn't mind. The important thing was that the hot pants got pushed into my ass crack, and my full round butt cheeks got exposed. I shook my 'bomb-ass moneymaker' making my luscious ass meat wiggle. Then I stripped off my hot pants. I stood there in the middle of D-Rod's backyard clad in nothing but my flashy, gold metallic bikini and shimmering, golden high heels.

The guys popped open new beers as a sign to start the next round. Strutting over to the car trunk, I began soaping it up real good. To increase my humiliation, D-Rod handed me my ripped, white top to use it as a rag. I had to lean over the trunk to reach the other side. This way, my bikini clad 'knockout ass' got obscenely revealed. I stayed in this position and began to clench and unclench my ass cheeks rhythmically. It must have been a lewd sight as I literally worked my ass off to make my bikini bottom disappear in my ass crack. When the fabric had completely vanished between my bum cheeks, I sexily wiggled my naked 'barrio booty' before reaching back and pulling the bikini bottom back out.

By now, the guys whooped it up while I continued to display myself for them in the most obscene ways. I was getting soak all over me. It was gathering on top of my big titties like two white foamy domes and running down my tight tummy making it glisten seductively.

I received the loudest catcalls when I bent down to rub the rims with my ripped top. I kept my legs straight making my 'bubble butt' tense in a tantalizing way. Once again, my golden bikini bottom slipped into my ass crack. I moved my booty in circles before spreading my legs making the bikini bottom slide to the side and reveal my shaved pussy. Reaching back, I naughtily spread my butt cheeks. For a few seconds, I bared my pink cunt meat before pushing the bikini bottom back into place.

When I was finished washing the car trunk, I was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. I had given all I had. Once again, D-Rod asked for the votes. Once again, Garza lifted his beer in approval. This time, Flaco followed his lead and gave an affirmative vote, too. Still, Lucho wasn't convinced. He seemed a hard nut to crack.

"Vaya, vaya!" D-Rod announced the results. "Betta... but still not good enuff, Miss Tease! Ya disappointin' me again, you stupid biatch! Here I was, hypin' ya like a bomb-ass slut 'n dis is what I get."

The vote left me all churned up inside. I was close to crying. I pouted and stomped my foot onto the ground in frustration, making my tits jiggle. Gawd! I had failed again, and I hated losing. Even more, I hated not getting any pictures deleted for the second day in a row.

"Let's hope third times da charm, huh, fuckdoll?" D-Rod offered a way out. "Dis time, though, I make dem rules!" 

"We've all seen ya too stupid to get it done on ya own!" He added with a mocking laugh.

His buddies got a kick out of this. It painfully pointed out that they regarded me as a dumb bimbo. One of the worst degradations I could face as a proud, highly educated business exec. I clenched my fists in helpless anger. We all knew that they were playing me. Still, it left me looking like a dumb slut incapable of seducing these young gangster thugs. 

"Please, Sir Da-Rod! Give your thick, stupid fuckdoll another chance. I won't disappoint you, sir." I instantly jumped at this final chance.

I was so used to winning that my failure embarrassed me and suppressed my pride. I didn't care how much I had to degrade myself for it. I needed another chance to succeed.

"OK! Cha wanna get it right dis time, stupid fuckdoll?" D-Rod addressed me. "Strip bare-ass naked 'n wash dem windows. Only use ya fuckin' melons 'n barrio booty. Geddit, lil hussy?"

I hastily nodded. I was too concerned with succeeding to be appalled by this offensive suggestion. He wanted me to use my tits and ass like plain cleaning rags. The sheer thought was as disgusting as it was coarse. Yet, I didn't hesitate. My competitive side was rearing its head. I had to win! I had to get the pictures deleted! 

Once again, I started gyrating my hips and dancing on the spot in the middle of the backyard. I let my fingers run along the bikini bottom's thick, gold chain side straps before reaching up and tracing the bikini top's gold chain halter straps. I grabbed the golden front o-ring and pulled on it. When I released the ring, it snapped back striking against my soft, round fleshorbs. My tit meat began jiggling wildly in its shimmering, metallic gold cups. This earned me a whooping round of hollers from the guys, so I repeated it two more times. Each time, my tit flesh wobbled and bounced harder than before.

Finally, I reached back and undid the top letting it fall to the ground. I heard appreciative gasps that involuntarily made me smile. I couldn't deny it. Seducing these young thugs made my juices stir, and every holler or gasp added fuel to the fire raging in my pussy. After I had turned my back to them and sexily wriggled out of my bikini bottom, I stood there stark naked except for my shimmering, golden high heels.

To catch the full show, the four Latinos got into the car as if driving through a car wash - D-Rod and Lucho in the front, Flaco and Garza in the back. While they looked at me expectantly, I climbed onto the car hood and kneeled on it sideways. I grabbed the soapy sponge and held it up over my ass. Wringing it out, I showered my 'bubble butt' in white foamy soap that cooled my heated body. I repeated this process until my entire backside and legs were covered in bubbly foam. Looking back over my shoulder, I had to admit that the sight was extremely alluring. 

I turned around and got up onto my feet on the car hood. With my back to the front window, I squatted down with my legs spread open. Slowly, I lowered my soapy 'knockout ass' onto the glass until I pressed my bum cheeks against the window. I felt my soft ass meat bulging to all sides when I began to slide my buns up and down.

It must have been an incredibly sexy sight of my ass cheeks silhouetted against the glass while getting deformed from the pressure. The hood was so slippery it wasn't easy to keep a firm footing. Nonetheless, I worked hard to rub the window with my ass meat, proceeding systematically from the left to the right side.

Finished with the front window, I turned around and blew a kiss to D-Rod and Lucho. They were still looking at me mesmerized by the enticing sight. Walking to the car trunk, I repeated the process for the back window. This time treating Garza and Flaco to the incredible sight of my buns outlined against the glass.

Done with the back window, I got onto the ground and positioned myself in front of the right side windows. Grabbing the sponge again, I wrung it out and let the soap run down my cleavage and tight tummy, leaving a white, foamy trail between my big, round fleshorbs. Then I showered each ample boob with white foam one after the other. I didn't stop until my nipples weren't visible any longer.

Leaning forward, I pressed my big, juicy juggs against the right front side window. I saw my soft tit flesh bulging out obscenely making Lucho stare like hypnotized. The silhouette of my tits against the window must have been a sight that made his mouth water. 

I kept my juggs pressed against the glass and systematically rubbed it clean before proceeding to the next window. My nipples were so hard I was afraid they would cut the glass. Pushing them against the hard window they got tightly squeezed, making me drip with lust. I was so fucking horny! I yearned to touch my pussy. 

Still, I continued soaping up each flesh orb before cupping my boobs and pressing them against the window until my soft tit flesh got deformed. Then I thoroughly rubbed the glass clean until I had brought each guy close to drooling with their mouths agape. 

Done with my task, I let the four Latinos climb out of the car and take their seats on the back patio before I strutted over to them. I was sweaty, soaked, and flushed with lust. I despised D-Rod, the arrogant macho, and his buddies intimidated me. Still, I was yearning to get fucked by them on the spot. A humiliating contradiction that only made me hotter.

"The votes, vatos!" D-Rod declared.

This time, the three guys couldn't be quick enough to raise their beer bottles. Finally, I had succeeded and gotten all their votes. I felt a completely misguided rush of pride and smiled brightly. After all, D-Rod had to keep his word and delete three pictures. He had said it in front of all his buddies, so he couldn't cop out.

"What cha sayin', fuckdoll!" My intern addressed me. "Seems like third times da charm, huh?"

"Thang is, though, now ya got my vatos all fired up. Don't wanna leave 'em hangin', do ya?" I could see his eyes lighting up with another naughty idea. "What cha think? Ya make all of us cum 'n ya get another pic deleted. Dat a deal or not, lil hussy?"

I was exhausted from the long, slutty car wash. But my throbbing pussy made me beam at this prospect. 

"Mmm! This fuckdoll's would be pleased to serve you like that, Sir Da-Rod!" I cooed with a seductive smile on my lips.

D-Rod returned the grin, giving me a look-over while I was standing bare naked in the middle of the backyard only wearing my golden heels. 

"Ya're all hot 'n bothered, huh, Miss Tease?" He taunted me.

"Yes, sir." I sheepishly had to admit.

"In da end, cha just a big titted hoe dat likes displayin' herself to any kinda guy, right?" He continued mocking me while I could do nothing but stare to the ground in shameful lust. 

"Show us how excited ya're, lil hussy." He rubbed salt into the wound.

I felt like shrinking in shame while I spread my legs and reached down with my hand. I ran my fingers through my wet, quivering pussy. Holding my hand up, I showed the sticky cunt juices glistening on my fingers. It weakened my knees and reduced me to nothing but a puddle of lust in front of these young Latino gangsters.

"Ya wanna cum, Miss Tease?" D-Rod urged me. "Ya wanna cum for all of us to see?"

I knew how much my intern reveled in degrading me like this. But I was too aroused to get angry about it. To my dismay, he was right. I was so needy I desperately wanted to cum.

"Yes, Sir Da-Rod. Please make your fuckdoll cum like a dirty slut!" I choked out.

"Eeeggghhh!" I shrieked the next second.

D-Rod had taken the hose and directed it at my 'phat barrio booty'. He was soaking me down with cold water! He made me bent forward with my backside facing his buddies while he continued rinsing off my 'knockout ass'. I had to spread open my ass cheeks and then my pussy lips for him to reach every crease and fold with water. He made me show off my most private parts to the group of Latinos. Oddly, the cold water pulsating on my soft, pink pussy flesh only increased the fire burning in my cunt. 

I had to turn around and get onto my knees with my arms behind my head. This way, my proud, ample boobs got pushed out from my chest in an enticing way. D-Rod sprayed my tits, taking special care of my nipples. A simple look at my razor hard nips was enough to tell my state of frenzied excitement. 

"Oh!... Oh!... Oh!..." I moaned each time the jet of water hit a nipple.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned even louder when D-Rod guided the hose downwards and directed it at my pussy.

I felt the cold water prickling on my twat as if it was sparkling water. My legs trembled as if electric currents were shooting through them. Jolts of pleasure exploded in my loins. And then, out of a sudden, the jet of water was gone making me grunt in desperation.

"Ya wanna cum, Miss Tease." D-Rod taunted me again.

"Yesss, sirrr. Pleasssse, Sirrr Da-Rooohhhd!" I begged, almost babbling incoherently. 

My plea turned into a long moan when the cold jet of water forcefully hit my pussy again. Each time it touched my sensitive clit, my groan wound up to a high pitch. I couldn't stop moaning.

Leaning back with my hands still clasped behind my head, I pushed my needy cunt out and fully embraced the jet of water. I began humping the gush of liquid. It looked so obscene, but it was out of my control. I pushed my hips towards the water stream as far as I could. 

With his buddies whooping it up, D-Rod started playing with his desperate fuckdoll. For a few seconds, he directed the hose at my pussy, only to push it out of reach when I was humping the jet most ferociously. The moment, my body settled down, he directed the hose back to my cunt, making his filly buck and capriole again.

"Oh!... Fuck!... Ooohhh!" This was going back and forth three times before my eyes rolled back in my head and my whole body began shaking uncontrollably.

The orgasm swept over me like hot lava. It started with an eruption in my loins that made my teeth shatter and spread out to every fiber of my body. I thrashed around on the grass in my kneeling position, riding out my orgasm with D-Rod pointing the stream of water on my sensitive clit. 

When my fire was finally quelled, I slumped down on the grass as if I had just finished a marathon. My heart was pounding in my chest and my breath was heavy from the effort. Still, I was treated to a round of applause from the Latino gang.

"My, my! Cummin' right in my backyard in front of my vatos." D-Rod taunted me. "Cummin' before any of my vatos! Dat makes ya what, lil hussy?"

"It makes me a slut and a whore, sir." I replied, flushing scarlet. "A slut for cumming in public and a whore for enjoying the attention from your buddies."

Shame gnawed away at me while I admitted being a slutty whore. D-Rod and his buddies were degrading and mistreating me. But instead of preserving my pride and honor, I had reached an orgasm! I had cum like a true slut right in front of them!

"Yeah, a big titted attention whore! Dat's exactly what cha're." D-Rod reveled in my admission. 

"Think dat biatch proved she's la más puta del barrio! The biggest hoe in da hood. Hehehe!" Garza joked. "Don't cha agree?"

All the other guys joined in, having a laugh at my expense. They all started chanting 'La más puta del barrio' in chorus.

"C'mon, fuckdoll!" D-Rod ordered when their laughter receded. "Act like a proper hoe and thank my vatos for all dat attention."

After my orgasm, the fog that had clouded my brain was lifting. So I was more motivated by the chance to get another pic deleted than saying thank you with my fuckholes. I didn't object, though, and got up onto my feet. My skin was glistening wetly in the setting sun when I walked up to the three Latin gangsters.

By now, they were all sitting on the back patio with their dicks out. The moment, I stepped in front of them bare naked, loud music started playing. D-Rod had switched on their boombox and loud Hip Hop music filled the air. 

"C'mon Miss Tease!" D-Rod called out to me. "Show my vatos ya deserve dat nickname!"

His request got me into motion. After the whole car wash ordeal, I easily slipped into a proud and sassy posture. I began parading up and down in front of these three intimidating Latino gangsters. I strutted my stuff placing one golden high heel directly in front of the other with my tits out and head up.

Eventually, I stopped facing Lucho. I swayed my hips from side to side in rhythm with the beat. Moving my 'bubble butt' in sexy circles, I mentally visualized a figure of eight and let my hips follow. I turned around and did the same sexy move with my 'moneymaker' facing the musclehead. Once again, I let my hips follow the shape of an imaginary eight. I pushed my 'booty' out until my ass cheeks almost touched him, only to turn back around before it happened. 

Facing him again, I splayed my legs and stepped over his lap. I began bucking my hips while slowly bending my knees. Just before my bare pussy touched his black baggy shorts, I straightened up. Then I cupped my big, round juggs and pushed them into his face letting him feel my soft titflesh. 

The moment, he reached up to get a touch of my boobs, I straightened and stepped away. Walking over to Garza, Lucho gave my ass a slap that made my butt shake.

"Da biatch got 'em stripper moves down fo' sure!" The musclehead exclaimed. "Miss Tease is da perfect name for dat hot coug!"

I didn't know if I should be proud or grossed out by his observation that I got good stripper skills. Anyways, I repeated the sexy striptease for Garza and Flaco. With each guy, my moves got smoother and my attitude sassier. Lucho had been right. I felt like a stripper teasing these guys like a pro. I felt so cheap and easy but also so naughty! The powerful business exec willingly reducing herself to a stripper for some rude, young gangbangers to get her hands on some career-threatening pics. I knew that it was a necessary evil, but it still left a bad taste in my mouth.

After fueling each Latino's lust to the peak, I was back in front of Lucho. I looked at his long, hard cock. His size was impressive. Shit! It made my mouth drool. My slutty display had reawaken my lust. It was embarrassing how much I wanted his hard shaft inside of me. It was embarrassing how desperately I wanted to cum again. 




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 03



I spread my legs and stepped over the lap of this intimidating gangbanger still wearing the ridiculous sideways hat. This time, I grabbed his cock and lowered myself down on it. My pussy was so wet that Lucho's dick easily slipped inside of me. Feeling my cunt stretching around the hard meat pole was a wonderful feeling that made me groan.

I rode the buff musclehead hard while I let him grope my big, ripe melons. He roughly kneaded them deforming my soft tit meat in each and every direction. He was so concentrated on my titties that he let me do all the work. 

I bucked up and down on his prick in rhythm with the hip hop beats. Due to the high tempo, my legs quickly began to tire. I had to relax my legs for a second so I let my body completely fall onto his lap, spearing my pussy balls deep on his straining shaft. This tipped Lucho over the edge. He was so aroused from the slutty car wash show that he couldn't hold out any longer. He pulled me off his cock and pushed me onto my knees. 

He roughly grabbed my long, chestnut brown hair and made me look up. Like in slow motion, I saw a huge spurt of cum bursting from his dick and watched it fly through the air in a wide arch. The thick gooey sperm dashed against my forehead, the impact making me flinch. Several more splashes of spunk rained down on me coating my cheeks before his balls were empty. 

Yuck! What a huge load of cum! It felt so sticky clinging to my skin that it made me shudder.

"Don't cha dare touchin' ya gift, puta del barrio!" D-Rod hissed when I reached up to scrape the gooey cum off my forehead. "Ya earned it so wear it proudly, ungrateful biatch!" 

"Yes sir!" I hastily replied, lowering my hand. 

"Thank you, sir, for using this fuckdoll as your cum bucket." I dutiully thanked Lucho, making the guys crack up.

Gawd! Why was I calling myself in such a derogatory way? It had come over me just like that. 'Cum bucket'! Where the hell had I picked up that nasty name? I better not wanted to think about that. 

With the guy's mocking laughter ringing in my ears, I strode over to Garza. Turning my back to him, I shook my butt enticingly, making my ass meat jiggle, until he slapped my right ass cheek. I took it as an urgent request and straddled his lap in reverse cowgirl. Gripping his cock, I guided it to my sopping wet pussy and speared my cunt with his hard meat.

Garza didn't let me do the work, though. Instead, he reached under my thighs and lifted my legs off the ground. This way, I was helplessly hanging in the air while he pumped his cock in and out of my cunt. He banged me hard and fast, making my legs helplessly flail about while my ample boobs jiggled on my chest and Lucho's thick, slimy sperm slowly dribbled from my forehead down the bridge of my nose and onto my cheeks. 

"Oh!... Ah!... Oooaaahhh!" I couldn't help but groan in rhythm with his thrusts.

Garza was going about fucking my cunt with such speed and vigor that his cock soon began straining. He let my thighs go and pushed me forward. I almost fell face first onto the patio, but the stout, bullnecked gang member grabbed my long, chestnut brown hair and turned me around.

Once again, I kneeled in front of a straining cock and watched a thick cum load erupt from it. Garza guided his dick down and hosed my soft, ample juggs with sticky white spunk. Each boob got splashed with a thick, heavy jizz bomb that made my body jerk with the impact. The rest of his cum, he sprayed all over my cleavage. 

I didn't need D-Rod's reminder this time. I simply left the sperm where it had hit my body. The guys obviously wanted to give their new barrio hoodrat a full body glazing, and by all means, the sticky goo made me feel like a frosted donut.

"Thank you, sir, for using this fuckdoll as your cum bucket." I thanked Garza before turning to the third guy in line.

"Ya look like a mess, dirty hoe!" Flaco remarked when I stood in front of him with the sticky spunk dribbling down my forehead and hanging off my tits in thick, white threads.

For a second, a lump formed in my throat. He wouldn't fuck me! I looked too messed up for him to touch me! I wouldn't get another picture deleted! The thought of NOT getting fucked by this rough gangbanger upset me. An incredibly ridiculous thought, right? But that was lost on me at that particular moment. 

"Don't wanna get no spunk on my clothes!" He rubbed it in some more. "Lay down 'n spread cha legs, puta del barrio!"

I followed his finger pointing at the garden table. I remembered the plumber pushing me over my garden table in my backyard and fucking me up the ass. It made me shudder, and inadvertently, clench my ass cheeks.

Still, I walked over to their garden table and lay down onto my back. The humiliation of this rude Latino gangster deeming me too filthy to be touched was still tying me up in knots. Yet, it only left me more willing to please him than before. I pushed my legs up until my knees almost touched my big, ripe melons and my golden heels were high up in the air. Grasping my thighs to keep the position, my poor snatch lay totally exposed in front of the skinny Latino. 

He slowly got up from his chair and casually strolled over to me. For a few moments, he looked at my helplessly exposed pussy. I felt so powerless! I was laying there with my legs held open and cum drying on my face and tits. I could do nothing but wait for Flaco's next move while getting inspected like a piece of meat at the meat market.

He softly touched my clit and rubbed my sensitive nub, making me groan and tremble. This only increased my feeling of helplessness. Eventually, he put his hard cock at my wet, glistening slit and rubbed it up and down my pussy lips, making me moan some more. I felt the urge to push my hips up and engulf his meat pole with my pussy. I was so hot for cock! 

Pushing his hips forward, Flaco buried his hard prick to the hilt in my welcoming snatch, and any thought of getting my hands on D-Rod's pics was momentarily blown away. I could simply moan and groan along with the gang member's forceful thrusts. He pounded my pussy hard and good, laying the full weight of his body into each stroke while grabbing my ankles above my head to get a better grip.

"Dat's a helluva sloppy cunt, man!" Flaco taunted me while banging away at my pussy. 

"Ya really found chaself a dirty slut, ese." He told D-Rod turning my cheeks red. "Gotta say she enjoys bein' our gang hoe fo' sure. A few mo' weeks 'n she'll be beggin' us to be the puta del barrio, aight! She'll be beggin' us to let her fuck all our neighbors. Hehehe!"

I hated the way he called me his 'gang hoe'. As if to endorse his idea, however, my pussy began to make dirty, squelching noises with each of Flaco's thrusts. I felt pussy juice running down my legs and another shattering orgasm building in my loins. But before my lust could boil over, the skinny gangbanger pulled his cock out. He fired his gooey spunk all over my shaved cunt and pubic mound, leaving my body completely covered in goo.

"Dat's da way to initiate a gang hoe!" D-Rod commented the sight of my cum-drenched face, tits, and cunt. "Now, clean up da mess ya made, Miss Tease."

While Flaco slumped back on his chair, I began scraping up the cold, slimy jizz from my face. The dried cum tasted terrible, so I hastily added the warm, gooey spunk from my tits and pussy before it dried as well. I had a hard time swallowing the vile gunk and needed three forceful gulps to get it down.

While I was still sitting on the garden table, D-Rod stepped up to me with his cell phone in his hand. He showed me four pictures: me kneeling in front of the pool with my ample juggs in the water, me in the same position but with my rack in the air and water pouring off of my titties, me dipping my boobs into the pool while spreading my pussy open, and me kneeling in front of the plumber getting titfucked. After deleting the pics, he let his cell slide back into his pants pocket.

I felt a huge wave of relief washing over me. All the hard work had paid off in the end. I had managed to get four pictures deleted! Even if my plan failed, it had been a successful day. 

The sight of D-Rod's cell phone got my mind back on track. I still had a mission at hands. I forced myself to disregard the throbbing in my pussy and concentrated on the task. I had a plan, and I was close to putting it into action.

D-Rod's buddies had strolled back into their living room and switched on the TV. A game was on that instantly claimed their full attention. Playing their good fucktoy, I made my way into their kitchen and fetch three beers. My supposedly intelligent and cultured mind screamed at me. They had just fucked me and as a thank you I was serving them beer like a dutiful serving girl. I pushed these thoughts away, though, rationalizing them as part of my plan. I didn't have time to consider the conflicting emotions assailing me at the moment. I had a plan to put into motion.

I handed each of them a bottle and received three appreciative slaps to my bubble butt. I took it as their way to say thanks to their 'gang hoe'. Anyways, the more they were focused on the game the better. After distracting his buddies, I turned to D-Rod who was fetching a bag of chips from the kitchen.

"Your fuckdoll hasn't made you cum yet, Sir Da-Rod." I purred with a seductive smile on my lips."

Then I basically attacked him, planting a full, open-mouthed kiss on him. I aggressively started tonguing his mouth while running my hands all over his chest and back. This was the most crucial part of my plan. I had to get the upper hand. I couldn't allow D-Rod any time to catch a breath.

I pulled and tugged on his shirt so hard I almost ripped it in pieces. All the while, I kept on French kissing my intern. When his shirt was off, I bend down and ran my tongue all over his well-toned, hairless chest.

I acted like a bitch in heat which wasn't hard with my unsatisfied sexual tension brewing in my loins. D-Rod obviously didn't mind my aggressive approach. At least, he let me have my way for the moment. When my tongue had reached his bellybutton, I sank down to my knees. I ran my hands over his legs. I could feel his hard cock, poking a tent into his denims. But I could also feel his cell phone in his left pants pocket.

I grabbed his belt and almost tore it apart. A second later, I pulled his denims down and freed his cock. It was standing erect and proud. I gave his cockhead a playful lick before I looked up at D-Rod. 

"Hmmm!" I cooed. "Get out of your pants. Let me give your cock a treat!"

My plan worked perfectly as my intern didn't hesitate for a second. He stepped out of his sneakers and pulled his denims off. I grabbed his pants out of his hands and threw them right into a corner of the kitchen. 

Before D-Rod had a chance to argue, I tackled his cock. I grabbed his fat prick at the base and stuck out my tongue to lick down the whole length of his shaft. Gosh! I loved the size of his gorgeous, veiny cock. I made my way back licking the bottom side. Then I put his tool into my mouth and sucked on the cockhead.

I made a meal out of D-Rod's cock, slurping on it like a good girl. I didn't even have to play that part as his fat prick always made me drool in lust. Constantly alternating between licking the shaft, sucking it while twirling my tongue around his cockhead, and bobbing my mouth up and down his dick, I blew him like a cocksucking champion. My intern's grunts told me that he was clearly enjoying my efforts. It was time to start the next phase of my plan. I let his dick go and gave it a final kiss.

"Follow me!" I cooed.

Then I got up to my feet, turned around and walked away. Letting my hips sawy enticingly with every step, I lured the arrogant macho away from the kitchen. I was so hot and horny that my wicked side arose. In a whiff of naughtiness, I stepped into a room and stopped in front of a bed. I didn't even know whose room it was, but it didn't matter anyways. 

I didn't lay down on the bed, though. Instead, I got down with my knees on the ground and my chest on the bed. Pressing my ample juggs into the mattress, I lifted my knees, leaving me on tiptoes. This way, my whole body was supported only by my feet on the ground and my chest on the bed. My legs and ass were completely hanging in the air. 

It was such a submissive posture! I didn't know where this servile gesture was coming from. It simply came over me, and I totally acted on impulse. I even took it a step further, reaching back with my hands and spreading my juicy ass cheeks apart. My little, puckered asshole and glistening, pink pussy meat became visible.

I heard a sharp sigh behind me. D-Rod had entered the bedroom and was looking straight at my open pussy. He obviously loved what he saw. It incited him to step between my legs in lightning speed. The next second, he plunged his fat, hard cock into my waiting twat. The thrust was so forceful that it pressed my big, soft boobs deep into the mattress.

D-Rod didn't start slow. He immediately began pumping away in rapid speed. His cock drilled in and out of my squelching pussy while I moaned into the mattress. My hands were still spreading my ass cheeks apart, obligingly holding my fuckholes open for him. This left me in a totally helpless situation. With my intern's weight on top of me, I couldn't move at all.

Wow! This was the most intense fucking I had ever received. My pussy really got a major workout. Up and down, the mattress compressed and distended. I almost feared that the bed was about to collapse under the young Latino's powerful strokes.

"Ya're a kinky biatch, huh?" D-Rod hurled at me.

"Yesss! Ooohhh...! Fuck Yaaahhh...! Bang this kinky slut!" I could only babble in response.

I was getting lightheaded from D-Rod's assault on my pussy. I felt an explosion of pleasure sweeping over me. 

"Finally, ya accept cha place as a lil sub slut, huh?" D-Rod continued his dirty talk.

And he was right. I was acting like a true submissive, and the subservient behavior fueled my fire of lust. Doing this voluntarily was something completely new to me, but it was incredibly powerful. I was feeling like a total slut! I let this young boy fuck me and was happy about it. I felt like my deepest yearnings were getting fulfilled.

"Yesss!" I babbled unconsciously. "Take me as you wish! Ooohhh...! Make me your slut! Ooohhh...! Make me your gang hooo!"

I suddenly gasped. My intern had stopped pumping my twat and pushed his cock out. Instantly, cold air hit my sensitive pussy flesh making me shudder. I didn't have much time to complain, though, as D-Rod grabbed my long, chestnut brown hair. He pulled on it, putting me back onto my feet. My legs were wobbly from the hard fucking, and I almost fell over. 

At the last second, the macho thug grabbed my arms and held me upright. He pulled my arms back making me bent down in the process. Finally, I was standing with my legs straight and my torso bend forward in a 90 degree angle. My boobs dangled off my chest and my arms were pulled behind my back. D-Rod was holding them like reins, and he was using them like that.

Once again, I was in a completely helpless position without a chance to move on my own. I was totally under the arrogant macho's control. With a pull on my arms, he pushed my body backwards and impaled my dripping cunt on his hard cock. He easily slipped inside and went balls deep, stretching out my cunt with his fat prick.

"Ooohhh! Mmm!" I began moaning anew.

D-Rod held my arms together at the wrists with his right hand. He used my arms to pull my body back and forth. It was like he was using my body to jack off. I felt so used. I felt like an object, I felt like nothing but a piece of fuck meat. And it was getting me even more aroused.

"Yeah, ya're a natural pet, aight!" D-Rod commented on my moaning.

SLAP

He used his left hand to land a hard spank on my 'bubble butt', making me yelp.

"Ouuuhhh! Mmm!" 

But my squeal soon turned into groaning when D-Rod increased the pace of my impalement. He shoved my body back and forth in such a quick pace that my tits began bouncing in rhythm. I so wanted to grab my nipples and play with them, but my hands weren't free.

SLAP

"Ouuuhhh! Mmm!"

D-Rod started slapping my buns each time my 'phat barrio booty' dashed against his crotch. I could feel the heat rising in my ass cheeks. I could feel them starting to glow in all kinds of angry, red colors. But I also felt each spank causing an electric shock to explode in my loins. 

My head started spinning from all the sensations attacking me -- my pussy getting stuffed, my booty getting spanked, my tits bouncing around, my body being confined. It was tingling and prickling everywhere, driving me mad with lust. 

And then I came! I came so I hard that I squirted pussy juice all over D-Rod's cock!

"Aaaoooaaahhh!" I screamed at the top of my lungs to release all the pleasure I felt surging through my body.

My twitching pussy tightly gripped D-Rod's cock and set him off. He let my arms go and grabbed his dick. I was so surprised by this sudden change of action that I lost my balance and tumbled to the floor while I kept on screaming with pleasure. This was exactly the place D-Rod wanted to have me, though. I was lying on my back, breathing heavily with my juicy juggs heaving, when my intern kneeled next to my face.

A second later, his cock erupted in a burst of cum. The thick spunk shot directly into my open mouth, stifling my moans. His cumshot was so forceful that I almost gagged on the sticky sperm hitting the back of my throat. He filled up my mouth drowning my tongue with his white goo.

When he was done, D-Rod slumped down on the bed. I remained lying on the ground, breathing heavily. I was almost spaced out from the mind-blowing orgasm. But a small part of my brain was still working. I had to gather my senses! I had to carry out my plan! So I got to my feet.

"You look exhausted, sir!" I told D-Rod. "Stay in bed. You want a drink? I go and get it!"

I didn't even wait for his answer, quickly walking out of the bedroom and heading over to the kitchen. D-Rod's denims were still lying in the corner. Walking over there, I pulled his cell phone out of the left pants pocket. I was lucky. The cell was on and a pin wasn't needed. Going through his phone, I found the pics. I didn't have time to look at all the pics extensively, though. D-Rod's buddies were watching the game in the living room. For the moment, they were distracted. But they could still step into the kitchen any moment. So I simply deleted one picture after the other. I made sure that the pics weren't saved anywhere else on the phone. Then I put the cell back into the left pants pocket.

A few minutes later, I entered the bedroom with two cans of soda in my hands. D-Rod wasn't suspecting anything. He rested a few more minutes then he joined his buddies to watch the game. He didn't have any further use for his 'LGZ' gang ho and paid me no more heed. 

After serving the four Latinos another round of beer, I picked up my bikini and hot pants from the backyard. I left the white crop top behind as it was completely shredded. Only dressed in the tiny flashy golden bikini, self-cropped denim hot pants, and golden high heels, I said goodbye and drove home.

My plan had worked. All the pics were gone! I was free of D-Rod's blackmail. It had been a long way to get there, and the Latino gangbangers had truly put me through the wringer. Yet, I couldn't deny that it had made me cum several times. 

*to be continued...* 



Jessica's Change Management Ch. 04



---Week 2---

I came to work in a perfect mood the next Monday. It had been one of my best weekends in ages. Bursting D-Rod's hold over me had put me in a euphoric state, and I had partied all night long with some of my girlfriends.

The danger of getting exposed as a business exec sleeping with her intern was gone. The plan had worked perfectly. All of D-Rod's photos were deleted. I had managed to outsmart the arrogant prick before any damage had been done to my reputation. If he ever dared to approach me in an inappropriate way again, I would kick his ass out of the office. Honestly, I almost looked forward to that. It would be my ultimate triumph. The look on his face would be priceless.

I had worked from home on Friday and hadn't heard anything from D-Rod yet. Apparently, he had been busy with his friends and hadn't checked the pics. This week, I was out of town on a business trip so I had to wait to see his reaction anyways. 

Over the course of the week, everything went back to normal. Work in the external organization was business as usual. Curiously enough, though, I noticed my project partners treating me more courteous than before. I thought nothing of it and attributed their courtesy to the sunny weather. But that wasn't the reason as I soon found out. 

After a few days, I noticed them not only acting friendlier but also paying more attention to me and my outfits. Although I hadn't realized it before, I had started to dress differently for work. Instead of the skirt suits with high-necked blouses, I had only packed form-fitting pencil skirts and cut-out tops to go with my suit jackets. I had also replaced my comfortable low pumps with elegant high heels. All in all, I was showing a bit of skin and accentuating my ass without good cause. 

The realization hit me out of nowhere. Whether I liked it or not, D-Rod's treatment had affected me! Although I became well aware of my new clothing style, it didn't prompt me to change it at all. I looked sexy but still classy and far from inappropriate. So there wasn't any harm in it. Most of all, though, I liked the attention. It made me feel special and more feminine and coveted than ever before.

Beyond my fashion style, something else was different. At first, I couldn't really point my finger at it as I simply felt an inner unrest that didn't let me get some peace. But over time, I caught myself thinking about those naughty dares D-Rod had put me through time and again.

Something in my psyche had opened like a door to a dark place, and now, I couldn't close it anymore. After dipping my toes into the naughty, exhibitionistic side of my subconscious, I was hooked on it. Just like a train wreck that you can't help but watch through spread fingers, the curiosity got the better of me. Despite the dangers it brought along, I craved more. My true sexual nature was rearing its head. 

The first days, I cursed myself for these ridiculous thoughts and tried to suppress my feelings, but they started overwhelming me. D-Rod had exposed a side of me that I hadn't known before, and the need to explore it grew stronger with each passing day. 

After work, I found myself in my hotel room browsing porn sites and watching clips of sluts getting gangbanged and fucked in public places. But it didn't still my hunger. So I began reading stories about sexual humiliation and male domination while picturing myself in these stories. Some of the stuff I read disgusted me but turned me on beyond belief. However, all of it didn't do the trick for me. It only made me hornier instead. Simply said, it wasn't enough. I needed the real thing. 

It seemed like I was spending all these days wet and dizzy from lust. Strangely enough, the more stressful and demanding work became, the more I yearned to slip into my submissive role. Forgetting about my true sub nature wasn't working. On the contrary, it was distracting me. So I had to come to terms with it. I had to find out more about me. Why was it so arousing for me to be treated like a whore? Why was it so fulfilling for me to be used like a cheap slut? Why did I enjoy serving scruffy machos and getting humiliated for their amusement? The truth was quite obvious. It turned me on like nothing else.

--- Week 2 -- Thursday ---

On Thursday, I couldn't take it any longer. I needed relief. I needed to live out all those fantasies that filled my head. As I was currently in a strange city, the chance was as good as it gets. I simply had to seize the occasion.

That day, I dressed up in an elegant red cocktail dress that reached down to mid-thigh and allowed a nice view into my cleavage. The bright color and low cut made it look sexy as hell without being too slutty. Pairing the dress with sheer black stockings, a black lace bra and black lace panties, I put on a pair of matching red 5" stiletto heel pumps. I definitely looked dressed to impress.

Taking a cab, I asked the driver to take me to a bar located in a typical working class area. The one he chose definitely wasn't an upscale cub but a down-to-earth, blue collar kind of bar. As I was arriving quite late, some of the guests had a good buzz going on already. Walking in, my red, low cut outfit definitely stood out. 

I took a seat on my own in a corner of the bar and ordered a drink. When I had just started sipping that drink, a guy approached me. He looked well built with a cheeky grin and cocksure aura. With his short haircut and stubbly facial hair, he looked quite gruff which was exactly what I was looking for. 

He was clearly here to hit on me, and it made my pulse race. We began chatting idly, and it turned out that he was a builder. He wasn't too smart but that didn't matter. I was looking to get fucked, not to have an inspiring conversation. 

Normally, I would have never chatted with such a guy at all. But today was different. His confident, cocksure manner was the thing that sealed the deal for me. From our chat, I gathered that he was the type of guy who took what he wanted without asking too many questions. He seemed to see women as notches on his bedpost, and I yearned to become one of those.

The guy quickly had his hand on my knee, stroking my leg. Gosh! I so much wanted him to slide his hand up my skirt! My head was swimming and my pussy throbbing already. Nonetheless, we continued flirting and chatting while he had a few more beers.

A couple of hours later, we were finally sitting in a cab driving to his apartment. I was nervous as hell but even more excited, feeling all slutty and naughty. 

Arriving at his apartment, he didn't bother with any niceties, not even offering me a drink. Instead, he started kissing me the moment we walked through the door. When we made it to the bedroom, I had already lost my red cocktail dress and high heels.

He simply pushed me backwards making me fall onto his bed. A second later, he was on top of me, unceremoniously pushing his hard-on into my pussy. The alcohol was taking its effect, though. He barely lasted ten minutes poking around in my cunt before he shot his load, rolled off of me, and went to sleep. 

What a bitter disappointment! What a letdown! Not a scrap of my expectations had been fulfilled. My desires hadn't been satisfied one bit. The guy had just been boring. This hadn't been the aggressive, demanding sex I had hoped for. On the contrary, it had been the most pathetic sex in my life and hadn't appealed to my sub nature at all. It hadn't quenched my needs by any means.

---Week 3 - Monday---

Despite this setback, I didn't let the frustration get the better of me. Being rid of D-Rod was a reason to celebrate, and everything else would fall into place. I wouldn't let it get me down. Instead, I continued exploring my fantasies online over the weekend.

The next Monday, I made a point of dressing more conservatively as I expected to meet D-Rod and wanted to emphasize my regained authority. So I wore a grey suit skirt that was knee-high with a fitted pencil style and a grey suit blazer that had a v-shaped neck and high collar with a matching belt. I paired the outfit with black stockings, garter belt and classic black 3" pumps.

I had just started checking my mails when my office door burst open. D-Rod stormed inside and planted himself in front of my desk. It was quite apparent that he suspected me of deleting the pictures. After all, he had had an entire week to figure it out. Surprisingly, though, he didn't seem too infuriated about it.

"Look at you, Miss Clever!" He greeted me with a sarcastic tone. "All glowing in happiness. You think you got something to celebrate, don't you? Thought I won't find out 'bout the pics, huh? Where you got 'em?"

"Whoa!" I sternly replied. "Mind your language! You're talking to a superior!"

"Awww! Look who's getting all bitchy!" He retorted. "I know exactly who I'm talking to! I'm talking to the bitch I banged! The bitch that's trying to fuck me over!"

Strangely, the way he said it sounded rather mocking than angry, leaving me confused. I had expected him to be upset and outraged. However, I didn't really care what he thought. I was done with him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged it off. "I don't know what happened to your pictures."

"You know exactly what happened, you fucking bitch." D-Rod didn't retreat. "No one ever touches my cell! I always got it with me. I only lost sight of it for a few moments when you ripped my pants off in my kitchen." 

"Ooh! I'm sooo sorry!" I was getting upset with his attitude. "You can't brag with your conquest any longer? That's too bad!" 

"Hehehe! You think you're so clever, don't you?" D-Rod didn't react to my taunt. "It's gonna bite you in the ass, Miss Tease!"

I was fed up with this bullshit. I wouldn't let this arrogant prick act on me any longer. I had suffered enough of his pretentious behavior.

"I can kick you out of the office faster than you can say ah! So you better shut up and go to work." I ended the ridiculous discussion once and for all. 

To emphasize my point, I turned around and focused back on my mails.

"Hehehe!" I heard D-Rod chuckling in my back. 

He hadn't left my office, laughing at me with a weird kind of arrogant amusement instead. His reaction took me by surprise. What was he up to?

"That's a good joke, lil hussy!" He continued chuckling. "I was nice 'n fair to you, prissy lil bitch. Didn't use you in the office, did I? Kept your reputation clean as a whistle, right?

"You can't deny you had fun in the strip mall, didn't you? You were cumming like a bitch in heat in my backyard, right?" He sugarcoated his after work parties. "But what did you do? You had to go 'n fuck me over!"

Blood shot to my head when hearing this ridiculous assumption. I was getting angrier by the second. Who did this arrogant macho prick think he was?

"Oh yeah, of course!" I retorted. "You were treating me so nice and fair, you son of a bitch."

"I treated you just the way you need it!" D-Rod hissed in response. "No matter if you admit it or not. I helped you explore your inner slut 'n at that kept you safe. Deep down, you know I'm right."

That statement made me gulp and silenced me. I really couldn't deny his assessment. His after work parties had been incredibly exciting and made me cum like nothing else. 

My intern had taken my thunder. This argument wasn't going the way I had imagined. I just wanted him to shut up and leave my office. We we're done. His blackmail was over. However, D-Rod didn't seem to waste a thought on leaving. 

"Memo to Miss Tease!" He continued mocking me. "You're not as clever as you think! You deleted the pics from my cell 'n you think you're outta the woods. But let me show you something!"

Somehow, the discussion had slipped from my grasp. My intern had taken over the lead. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and held it in front of my face. My breath faltered and my heart stopped for a second. 

This couldn't be real! It just couldn't be. D-Rod had opened a new pic on his cell phone which showed me lying naked on the sun lounger with my legs spread wide and my hands massaging my tits while D-Rod fingerfucked my pussy.

"Awww! You forgot 'bout Trevor!" The young Latino laughed right into my face. 

"Good thing we exchanged cell numbers after our backyard romp. He was so kind to send 'em to me when I discovered that my pics were gone. His photos are even better than mine, you know, cause they're showing you fucking an intern of yours."

No! No! No! A voice in my head was screaming its head off. This had to be some kind of bad dream! I stared at D-Rod with mouth agape! What was going on here? What had I done? Why were those two bastards in contact with each other? 

I felt like he had just slapped me over the head. All the happiness from the weekend was blown away. How was I supposed to know that Trevor had shot pictures of me, too? How was I supposed to know that he was in touch with D-Rod?

I had to face the inevitable truth. My intern still had me over the barrel. My attempt of getting rid of the evidence had been futile and had only pissed him off. In fact, it was backfiring on me now and put me in a real predicament. There was no way out. D-Rod had new evidence of my lewd conduct, and he had probably saved it at a secure place this time. I was at a loss of words. I didn't know what to do. D-Rod, however, took my silence as affirmation.

"Forget about Miss Tease!" He started laying down the law. "It's Miss Ho-Worker now! No more playing around after work! You squandered that! From now on, you're gonna get used like the teasing office tramp you really are."

His words hit me from close to scratch. Every word rang like a thunderbolt in my ears. 'Miss Ho-Worker'? Office tramp? What the fuck was happening? 

"For the rest of my internship, you're my personal office pet. We're gonna continue the slut dares but you'll perform them right here in the office. Geddit, bitch?" D-Rod continued his rant. "'From now on, you'll follow my rules to a tee."

"First, you always dress like a flossed out office bimbo with heels no shorter than 3 inch." He started listing the new rules, waiting for me to nod affirmatively before going on. "Second, you're gonna take a break every third hour 'n play with yourself, without cumming, for five minutes. Third, you don't use none of that polite business talk when I'm around but only proper slut talk. Fourth, you perform a dare in the office every day, whatever it might be. Fifth, you make me cum in the office each day. Sixth, you're not allowed to have an orgasm without my permission."

"Six rules! Shouldn't be too hard to remember, not even for a stupid bitch like you." He concluded. 

"You act like a good office pet till my internship's over 'n you'll get 'em pics!" D-Rod gave me a little glimmer of hope. "Better don't forget that before you try anything stupid again, Miss Ho-Worker." 

I nodded silently. I felt so defeated that any flicker of hope was a good thing.

"Is that a proper reply, Miss Ho-Worker?" D-Rod asked sternly.

I closed my eyes. 'Pull yourself together girl!' I thought to myself. Looking directly into his eyes, I did my best to hold his gaze.

"Yes, Sir Da-Rod. Your office pet understands the rules!" I said as confidently as I could manage.

It felt so bad calling myself 'office pet'. But what was I supposed to do? I didn't want to stir D-Rod's wrath and make the situation worse.

"That's a good start, Miss Ho-Worker!" My intern replied. "Then you'll also understand that I can't let you get away with your scam, do you? Guess you still need to learn who's in charge here, right?"

I gulped. My stomach knotted. I felt like every muscle in my body tensed. I had a really bad feeling about this. I sensed that it wouldn't end well for me.

"Yes, Sir Da-Rod! I'll do what you say, sir." I obediently replied nonetheless.

The shock was too profound for me to object. 

"That's the right attitude." D-Rod exclaimed pleased with my new obedience before turning around and walking out of my office. 

My intern simply left me sitting there, completely dumbfounded and overwhelmed. What had I done? I let out a pathetic sob while the name 'Miss Ho-Worker' rang in my ears like a bad joke. 

I didn't see or hear anything from D-Rod for the next hour. A sort of stupor had ceased me since I had realized that I was in a catch-22. I hadn't gotten rid of the macho prick at all. Instead, he had more power than ever. He was about to extend his dirty shenanigans to the office, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. 

I had played with fire, and now, I was about to suffer the consequences. I couldn't stop my mind from circling around D-Rod's threat. I felt so helpless. I had been reduced to a simple recipient of orders. 

A part of my mind told me that it was all my fault. I had deceived him, and he had to react on it. He had to make an example. He had to make sure that I wouldn't forget the rules ever again. As a superior, I only knew too well how to lead by example. I wasn't squeamish when dealing with underperforming subordinates either.

Woah! Where were these thoughts coming from? I wasn't the culprit here. I wouldn't deceive myself that way! I quickly suppressed any whiff of a guilty conscience. Somehow, though, a bad taste remained in my mouth. I was very consequent in the way I lead my subordinates and felt the need to be just as consequent when accounting for my actions. I wouldn't give this dirty macho thug the pleasure of breaking me. I would grin and bear anything he could dish out.

During the rest of the working day, I desperately tried to find a way out of this predicament. But I couldn't concentrate. Time and again, my mind drifted to D-Rod's threat, making me wonder what was waiting for me. I realized that he had transferred his naughty slut dares to the office with reason. I was the business executive around the office. I was his boss around here. This was my territory. Still, he was about to turn it into his playground to use me like an obedient office pet.

I almost forgot Rule #2 when three hours had passed. With a few minutes delay, I remembered that I had to take a break and play with myself for five minutes. I couldn't do it in my office, though. The chance of getting caught in the act was far too high. So I walked to the restroom and locked myself in a stall. I sat on the toilet lid and opened my grey one-button blazer. Starting to massage my tits through my white halter top and white bra, I rubbed my thighs against each other. 

My nipples were getting hard. Hiking up my skirt, I began fondling my pussy through my black lace thong. Despite -- or precisely because of - the situation, my twat was juicing up. My skin started tingling and my pussy began to surge. I was getting there!

RRRINNNGGG

My cell phone alarm started ringing letting me know that the five minutes were over. It was such a dirty, degrading ordeal. Yet, I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to break a rule on the first day either. So I reluctantly ceased playing with myself. Damnit! I was disappointed with not being allowed to masturbate at work! 

'What's happening to you girl!' I shamefully asked myself. Despite stopping, my excitement remained and kept me distracted from work. I was so on edge I kept grinding my thighs and barely got any work done.

Another hour passed before D-Rod stepped into my office again. Once more, he didn't even bother to knock. He simply walked into the room and folded his arms in front of his chest in his typical, arrogant manner. He didn't say a word at all, waiting for me to turn around and focus my attention on him instead. 

"Why am I here?" He asked when I nervously faced him.

I flinched. The macho prick appeared absolutely calm and in control. Still, he wasn't making a move. It was obvious what was about to happen, wasn't it? There was no need to elaborate on it. Why didn't he just kick things off? Whatever he was about to do, I simply wanted to get it over with. I knew, however, that he was toying with me, letting me feel his dominance and power.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 04



"You're here to teach your office pet a lesson about sticking to your rules, Sir Da-Rod." I meekly said. "I'm sorry for disappointing you, sir."

The way I responded made me nauseous. I acted in a totally submissive way. Why did I offer so little resistance? Was it really just the fear for my career? Why didn't I show some backbone? I got angry with myself but kept up my submissive demeanor anyhow. D-Rod nodded and started to explain what he had planned for me.

"OK, here's your task for the day. In 15 minutes, you'll bring me a cup of coffee, Miss Ho-Worker. Along with the coffee, you'll hand me a note with a number on it. The number will tell me how many bitchslaps you'll give yourself when I come back to your office. Geddit, office pet?"

Each and every word droned in my ears. The churning in my stomach increased a hundredfold. I hadn't thought about that at all. Slaps to the face? That was the worst kind of disgrace for me. I could scarcely imagine anything that could demonstrate D-Rod's power more clearly than me slapping myself in the face on his command. I looked him in the eyes but felt the final remnants of my self-confidence crumbling. My intern smiled when he saw me trembling. 

"You better choose a number that convincingly says 'I'm sorry, sir!' Or else, you'll get another punishment, you dirty office tramp." He added sternly.

Staring a hole into the ground, I didn't say a word. I felt the urgent need to object but didn't do it. I didn't beg for him to rethink the whole thing either. It wouldn't have been any good anyways. 

I knew that my silence was as much an admission of guilt as an acceptance of the punishment. Still, I had enough self-respect left not to plead for mercy. I wouldn't grovel to this dirty macho!

The way D-Rod laid out his perfidious plan in full depth, didn't miss the point. I knew what I had to do. I knew what was expected of me. I knew what was about to happen. The anticipation of this mean, vile plan increased my nervousness beyond imagination.

"Any questions left, Miss Ho-Worker?" D-Rod addressed me harshly, any kind of conceit gone from his voice.

After a long silence, I shook my head. I didn't want to say anything, but I knew what he expected of me. 

"No, Sir Da-Rod." I finally replied, my voice sounding firmer than feared. "I'll do as you say, sir." 

I had barely uttered my surrender when he was gone. I felt the urgent need to run away, but something detained me like an invisible pair of handcuffs. By now, I knew what it was -- the power he exerted over me. The self-assured way, he dominated me. The self-assured way, he took my submission for granted. The self-assured way, he ordered me to slap myself in the face without batting an eyelash. Once again, I was strangely fascinated by the arrogance and self-confidence with which this young intern treated an older, mature business executive.

I had 15 minutes to seal my fate, but I couldn't think straight. The thought of the pics from my backyard romp send a cold shiver down my spine. It was time to pay for deleting D-Rod's photos, I bitterly thought to myself.

I took several deep breaths to calm myself but it didn't really help. I was in complete turmoil. Time was running out on me, though. I had to come up with an appropriate number for my punishment. How much could I offer? How much did I have to offer? I didn't have a clue. It felt so degrading to think about the number of slaps I had to give myself. It felt so degrading to have an active share in my own punishment. That was exactly what D-Rod was aiming for, I sarcastically thought to myself. 

What would I expect as an exec from one of my subordinates? I would expect a number showing me that my subordinate was rendered completely helpless and without a will on his own. 

But what kind of number would that be? I had no idea. A slap in the face was far worse than a blow to the butt. I couldn't imagine being able to survive more than five. Five didn't sound like a convincing number, though. It didn't sound like I was taking it seriously. What about 10? It had to be in double figures to carry conviction, right? Could I take 10 slaps? Could I bring myself to slap my own face 10 times? 

I shivered at the thought. Nonetheless, I took a piece of paper and wrote a big bold 10 on it. Then I folded the paper and stood up. I made my way downstairs with wobbling knees. I walked into the office kitchen at the end of the floor and made two coffees. 

With a cup of coffee in each hand, I walked into the interns' office which was directly opposite the kitchen, hoping that all the other interns were out running some errands. It would be so disgraceful to have anyone seeing me serve a young intern a coffee like some kind of serving girl. I was the second highest executive in the office after all!

I wasn't lucky, though. There were six cubicle workstations facing each other in the interns' office. Each cubicle was separated by a shoulder-high partition blocking direct looks at the computer screens. Unfortunately, three workstations were occupied. Justin, wearing a white polo shirt with popped collar, and Matt, the frat boy wearing a black shirt with the upper two buttons open, were sitting on the left side of the room while D-Rod was sitting in the far right corner. 

I had to pass Justin and Matt to reach D-Rod. Of course, their interest got peeked by my presence. D-Rod, by contrast, didn't mind me at all. It vexed me, but I knew that it was part of his power game. The interns' attentive gazes further increased my nervousness and made my hands tremble. Some coffee slopped over when I placed the cup on D-Rod's desk. The young Latino saw it and finally looked at me. 

"Bring me a new cup!" He told me cynically.

My head turned beet red. He had kept his voice low, but I couldn't tell if the other interns had heard it or not! Anyways, they must have noticed the dominant way he acted towards his superior! I was so embarrassed I felt the urge to protest. But my mind cautioned me not to object. This was his game, these were his rules. He wanted to humiliate me, and it would only get worse if I revolted. 

I took the cup and walked back to the office kitchen to get a new one. On my way, I tried my best not to look at Justin and Matt. I couldn't bear their gazes. This time, I placed the cup on D-Rod's desk without a problem.

"There you go!" He commented wryly in a low voice.

I took the folded piece of paper and put it next to the cup. Standing next to his workstation, I watched my intern taking his time to unfold the note and read it. Sensing Justin and Matt's gazes on my butt, the urge to run out of the interns' office came over me. I felt shame burning on my cheeks. However, I remained standing until D-Rod nodded. Silently, I turned around and walked out. I was so embarrassed I wanted to rush out of the office. I had to force myself to keep a slow pace to not stir even more attention. All the way, I kept my gaze on the ground as I couldn't bring myself to look Justin and Matt in the eye.

I was breathing heavily when I sat back in front of my desk. It was about to happen any moment. I couldn't focus on anything else but the impending punishment. D-Rod wasn't coming to my office straightaway, though. Every time, I heard steps outside of my office, I flinched. But it was never D-Rod. Time and again, I looked at the door. I yearned for it to open. I wanted to get it over with. The wait for the inevitable was almost as bad as the execution. My intern let me stew in my anticipation until an hour before quitting time. 

Finally, the door opened and D-Rod stepped into my office. I was almost relieved that he was there and we could start. Silly, right? But the wait had been driving me mad. 

"Ortega 'n O'Bannon left the office to attend some external meetings." D-Rod informed me. 

Apparently, he had been waiting for them to leave. At least, he wasn't keen on anyone walking in on us. Theoretically, someone could step into my office any moment, witnessing the impending, inappropriate scene. With Ortega and O'Bannon out, this was unlikely, though, as there was no one else on the floor. As a precaution, I had posted a private meeting for the next hour in our online-calendar so none of my subordinates would disturb us. Still, I jumped up from my chair and locked the door.

D-Rod simply waited for me to sit back at my desk while holding the piece of paper in his hand. His shit eating grin instantly turned my thoughts back to the bitchslaps awaiting me. It was the pure humiliation. We both knew it, and D-Rod staged it accordingly. 

"What's about to happen now, lil office pet?" My intern asked.

He wanted me to say it myself! He wanted to revel in my humiliation!

"Please Sir Da-Rod, let me slap my face 10 times." I feebly replied.

Out of a sudden, the young Latino leaned over my desk and grabbed my chin. He pulled me up into a standing position and made me lean over the table top until my face was close to his.

"You know, Mrs. Powers, that sounds kinda half-assed." He growled in my face. "In your meetings, you talk like the powerful business exec nonstop. So tell me all about you being my office pet. Convince me, you dirty office tramp!" 

I gulped. I had been too fixated on the slaps awaiting me. My intern wanted to fully humiliate me first, though. He wanted to see the business executive groveling in front of him. He wanted to savor his triumph to the fullest. My nerves were raw. I simply wanted it to be over. Still, I had a hard time granting him this degrading foreplay. 

"I'm here to learn a lesson about obeying your rules, Sir Da-Rod." I meekly said. "Please sir, let me slap my face 10 times for you. Please let me make my cheeks burn and remind me of my place."

If that wasn't enough, I didn't know what else to say. I had degraded myself more than ever making my face burn in shame. Maintaining my position bent over the desk, I waited for D-Rod's reaction. He didn't say a word, raising his hand and putting it on my right cheek instead. His touch made me tremble and close my eyes, but I didn't turn my face away. Almost tenderly, he stroked my right cheek. He did that for quite some time, savoring his power over me. 

"Open your eyes 'n look at me while slapping yourself, you cheap office bitch." He snarled when he let my cheek go. "Count each slap!"

I opened my eyes and stared right into his cold, dark eyes. I had a hard time keeping his gaze up, feeling the submissive need to look to the ground. The time had come. It was happening. 

My whole body was trembling when I raised my right hand. I still couldn't grasp the fact that I was really slapping myself for this arrogant prick's amusement. It was so much worse than getting directly slapped by him. It felt so much more like an admission of my surrender.

The slap landed on my right cheek, and I felt a slight sting. I had really done it! The respected business executive was standing bent over her desk slapping her face. I felt so pathetic in my suit skirt. Usually, it was a sign of my authority, but it had turned into a travesty by now.

So this is how it feels. It hadn't made me scream, I hadn't closed my eyes. The smack had barely been audible. I hadn't slapped myself really hard. I just hadn't been able to do it to myself.

"One! Thank you, sir!" I said with a firm voice.

I saw a slight hint of disappointment in D-Rod's eyes. I hadn't slapped myself hard enough for his taste. It hadn't convinced him. I had to try harder, or else, another punishment was awaiting me. And I definitely didn't want that to happen. This one was bad enough.

I raised my hand again and hit the same cheek for a second time. This time, my cheek started burning a bit.

"Two! Thank you, sir!" I groaned.

The expression in D-Rod's eyes remained underwhelmed. It still hadn't been hard enough. I had to go the extra mile to convince him. I had to really punish myself.

I dished out the third and fourth slap in rapid order, smacking my left cheek. A clapping noise filled the office as a humiliating sign of my self-degradation. My left cheek started burning while I tried to regain my stance and continued the counting of the slaps.

D-Rod finally seemed content with the strength of my slaps. It stung and burned but wasn't too harsh. The humiliation of the act was far worse than the pain itself.

I picked up a rhythm of rapidly slapping my right and left cheek two times each before taking a break. Each slap made me grunt through gritted teeth. Standing bent over my desk, I panted heavily with my face hot like fire. I knew that my cheeks must have been burning in glaring, red shades.

"Nine! Thank you, sirrr!" I grunted when I had applied the ninth slap to my right cheek.

"Ten! Thank yooouuu, sirrr!" I almost screamed out the number for the final slap to my left cheek. 

By now, the smacks were so loud that I was certain they were audible in the hallway. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming and tears ran down each red-hot cheek. When I was done, I straightened up and D-Rod caressed my cheeks, letting me feel how hot they were glowing and how sensitive they had become.

"So, Mrs. Powers, you think the number 'n strength of slaps was convincing?" He inquired.

My cheeks hurt, and I felt exhaustion spreading over me. I was resigned to my fate. I had seen the underwhelmed expression in his eyes, though, and it gave me a weird pinch of hurt pride. As I said before I was a very consequent person and usually followed up my words with action. I felt like I had failed to walk the talk in this case and knew that D-Rod would dish out another punishment if he wasn't satisfied with this one. 

The urge to do some damage control gripped me. But was it really damage control or the feeling of submissiveness? I couldn't tell. Without thinking about it, I blurted out a suggestion that surprised me the most.

"Please, Sir Da-Rod, show me how to properly punish a naughty office pet! Give me 10 bitchslaps to teach me how it's done!"

The moment I had uttered this unbelievable suggestion, I winced. Had I really said this? What the fuck had come over me? Did I really want this rude thug to use and abuse me? Did I really want to prove to my intern that I was a good, submissive office pet? 

The rational part of my mind protested, but the emotional part agreed. No matter how much I loathed the guy, deep inside I knew that his consequent treatment was exactly what I had been looking for during the last week.

"I like your initiative, Miss Ho-Worker!" D-Rod chuckled. "But your face's glowing quite nicely already. Don't wanna go overboard 'n hurt my pet. Gonna make your ass glow just as much instead."

My stomach was all tied up in knots upon hearing this. What had I gotten myself into? I felt like such a dullard. I had unnecessarily given my intern new ideas! That moment, I really felt like a dim-witted office bimbo.

"I think 10's a good number... if I take this ruler." D-Rod didn't give me any time to cop out, grabbing a wooden ruler from my desk and holding it in front of my face.

Then and there, I realized how much I had gotten myself into a jam. 10 blows to my ass with a wooden ruler would really make me suffer. In a weird way, though, I felt like it was the right thing to make me stand up for my actions. 

I realize that it sounds strange, but somehow, I was kind of spellbound by the way D-Rod dominated me at my workplace. His authoritative, bossy demeanor was screaming for my obedience. 

"Strip off your panties, bent over the desk, and pull your skirt up, Miss Ho-Worker!" D-Rod snapped at me.

His harsh tone made me listen up and sent a cold shiver down my spine. He was more than serious about it, and this was my chance to prove how serious I was about saving my career.

Without hesitation, I stripped off my grey suit jacket and reached under my grey knee-high suit skirt to pull my black panties down my legs. After stripping them off, I stepped up to the desk with the edge pressed against my thighs and bent down until my tits were pressed onto the table top. I felt my grey pencil skirt tightening over the curve of my butt. Pulling the skirt up to my hips, I fully revealed my black stockings and garter belt before gripping the edge of the desk. 

I was ready for my punishment, holding out my naked ass for the wooden ruler. D-Rod stepped up to me, obviously inspecting my butt. Once again, I felt him running his hand over the curve of my ass cheeks tenderly.

"What you want me to do, you cheap office bitch?" My intern asked.

He wanted me to further degrade myself for his amusement. His superior was bending over her desk, presenting her naked ass and waiting to get a proper thrashing. Of course, he wanted to savor it to the fullest. I had to increase the humiliation this time. He wanted Mrs. Powers to grovel convincingly.

"I'm Jessica Addams, your superior, and I'm here to prove that I'll be a good, submissive office pet. I bow down to you, Sir Da-Rod, and want you to use me whenever and wherever you want. Please sir, use your office pet in whichever way you see fit."

Woah! I had never intended to submit to this arrogant prick so abjectly. It had come over me involuntarily. What a complete surrender! What an embarrassment! Obviously, though, it had worked and convinced D-Rod.

"Open your mouth!" He ordered while leaning forward.

When I obeyed, he roughly stuffed my black panties into my mouth. Then he held the wooden ruler in front of my face to let me see the instrument of my punishment. That moment, I would have given anything to beg for him to stop. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. After offering my ass for a good smacking in a whiff of submissiveness, I had to follow through on it.

The ruler whistled through the air followed by a loud, crashing noise. I felt a dreadful stinging. I couldn't help it, I had to scream. The panties up my mouth muffled the noise, though, only allowing a low grunt. The blow was terribly painful, and I couldn't hold my butt still. I forcefully gripped the edge of the desk while my ass jerked around wildly.

D-Rod waited until I had calmed down and stopped moving before he landed another stinging stroke to my butt. Once again, my ass performed a mad dance while I held onto the desk for dear life. I felt the ruler's imprint burning and throbbing painfully on each ass cheek. 

My intern started dealing out a loud, resounding blow to each buttock and waited for me to stop jerking around. He waited until the pain had slightly subsided, so I could fully concentrate on the next stroke. Each spank burned into my skin, blazing on my buns like the fires of hell. Tears ran freely from my eyes. I couldn't help but cry unrestrainedly. I was glad for the panties stuffed up my mouth. Without it, my screams would have been heard on the hallway outside my office. It was only 10 spanks but each one got burned into my mind forever. When D-Rod was done, my ass felt like a big, raw wound.

"So?" He asked after pulling me up on my chestnut hair while taking the panties from my mouth. "What you gotta say, Mrs. Powers?"

I had to clutch the edge of the desk while I looked at my intern with tear-stained eyes.

"Thank you, Sir Da-Rod!" I groaned. "I hope now you know that I'm ready to serve you as your personal office pet."

"And if I wanna give you 10 more strokes with the ruler?" The Latino inquired.

I looked at him stupefied with horror. I knew that he was testing me. It wasn't really a question. There was only a single correct answer. I bent down over the desk and raised my skirt back up, presenting my burning, red-striped ass for another thrashing. 

"Hehehe!" D-Rod chuckled in delight. "That's a good reaction there, Miss Ho-Worker. That ass is glowing bright enough, though. Time to get me off!"

He pushed the panties back into my mouth and stepped behind me. A few seconds later, I felt him slapping his hard cock against my burning ass cheeks. Each slap made me wince from the sting.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 04



"Present your asshole, office pet!" My intern ordered arrogantly.

I realized that I was about to get fucked up my ass next. With my buns burning fiercely it wasn't something I was looking forward to. But I didn't have a say in the matter, right? It was better than another thrashing, and I could hardly start my life as an office pet by denying him my backdoor.

Reaching back with my hands, I grabbed my ass cheeks and felt the heat radiating from my buttocks. They were smoldering! Still, I obediently opened my ass crack showing off my tight, round, puckered asshole.

I shuddered in disgust when I felt my intern spitting right onto my butthole and smearing the spit around my tight anal ring. Yet, I was grateful for him to add some lube to my ass. Only five seconds later, I felt D-Rod's cock pressing hard against my little bumhole. He didn't bother with any subtleties. His cock was hard as a lead pipe, not leaving my o-ring much of a chance to resist. Instead, he wasted no time, ramming his cock through my sphincter with all the force he got. My whole body got jolted forward and firmly pressed onto the desk while I felt like a burning poker of a cock sliced my asshole in two.

He gripped my shoulders to give him extra leverage and started pounding away at my quivering asshole. From the get go, he was giving me such a hard, rutting ass fuck that I had to clutch the edge of the desk to keep steady. My butthole hurt from getting stretched so roughly, but it barely registered with me. With each powerful thrust, my burning, red-striped butt flesh slapped against his torso, sending a stinging lick of fire through my whole body and drowning out anything else.

Contrary to my expectations, my intern wasn't blowing off steam quickly. He took his time instead. Stroke by stroke, he owned my ass, and I have to say that I welcomed it. I was in such a submissive state of mind that the way he used my body and pounded my ass made me melt like wax. I took his hard cock deep down my ass chute, and it drove me wild with lust despite the pain that radiated from my buns. Quite the opposite, it only added to my submissive excitement. I could do nothing but hold onto the desk and moan into my thong, getting closer to the edge with each thrust.

After a healthy amount of time spent fucking my asshole into submission, his cock began throbbing. By now, my tight ass had loosened up and the stretching flooded every fiber of my body with pleasure. He stabbed my asshole a few more times before his cock erupted. After the final thrust, he kept his dick down my ass chute and pumped his spunk deep into my asshole. Spurt after spurt filled me up to the brim. When he finally pulled his cock from my butthole, my knees almost gave way. I was more than exhausted.

"Leave my cum up your ass until you're home!" D-Rod simply ordered while pulling his pants up.

I was surprisingly calm while driving home. All the way, I felt D-Rod's cum dribbling out of my asshole, running down my legs, and drenching my fine, grey skirt. I was only too aware of the big, wet spot on the backside of my skirt when I stepped out of my sports car and walked into my house. I nervously looked around to check if any of my neighbors were peeking out their windows seeing me like that. Fortunately, I didn't notice anyone. 

That evening, I had several glasses of wine and tried my best to collect my thoughts. They were too contrasting and complex for me to succeed, though. My plan to delete the pictures from D-Rod's cell phone had completely backfired. I was now his personal office pet, and I didn't know how to escape this ordeal. At least, I couldn't figure out a plan at the moment. 

I wouldn't give up that easily, though. I clung firmly to the hope of reversing my fortunes. The first plan had worked quite well. I had simply overlooked a small detail. I could come up with another plan, and this time, I would make sure to cover all the bases. My will to fight back definitely wasn't broken.

It troubled me, however, how easily I had surrendered to D-Rod today. There was no denying it. In his dominating presence, I had slipped into a submissive demeanor by default, and once again, I had reveled in my sub nature. 

*to be continued*



Jessica's Change Management Ch. 05



-- Week 2 -- Tuesday --

After a restless night, I wasn't much smarter than yesterday. My all-too-easy surrender to D-Rod continued to trouble me. I hadn't been able to come up with any useful ideas about how to escape my intern's control either. So I had to accept the fact that I was his office pet - for the moment.

To say that I wasn't particularly looking forward to my new working day would have been an understatement. However, I still had to face the music with all the consequences it brought along. 

I knew that D-Rod had a very specific idea about his office pet's look and behavior. He wanted me to be his flossy, glammed-up office bimbo. But no matter how much this dirty prick had me over the barrel, I was dead set on keeping up a professional, business-like appearance at work. I had to look the part of an exec after all! 

That's why I dressed in a typical business outfit comprising a white blouse and a black, mid-thigh pencil skirt. Underneath, I wore a black lace bra, black lace g-string and sheer black pantyhose. Finally, I combined the outfit with matching black, suede, open toe pumps. 

The tight pencil skirt and sheer pantyhose looked quite sexy, and the 4" stiletto heels really brought my killer ass to bear. That had to be enough of a concession to D-Rod's silly rules. The outfit was elegant and sexy but not too daring.

After arriving at work, D-Rod only gave me half an hour of peace before the door burst open and he stomped into my office, of course, without knocking first. Obviously, he wasn't about to waste any time.

"Present yourself!" was all he said.

The young Latino leaned against the wall in a relaxed posture while waiting for me to react. He wanted me to show him my outfit, so I slowly stood up and stepped away from my desk. I even turned a pirouette for him.

"What you think you are?" He hissed, obviously not content with my choice of clothes. 

"I'm your office pet, Sir Da-Rod!" I stuttered, taken aback by his aggressive tone.

"Guess you don't know how to dress like a proper office tramp then. Is that what you call 'a dolled-up, flossed-out hussy', huh?" He snarled at me. "Did you forget about Rule #1, lil office bimbo?"

I hadn't forgotten about his silly rules. I even had to agree with him. My outfit definitely didn't look flashy or showy. That, however, was something that actually made me proud. There was nothing worse than a superficial, stylish, dressed up office floozy getting by with nothing but her looks and bra size. I had always despised those wannabe dolls that didn't perform and still got everything handed on a silver platter.

I had never accepted any alms or taken anything for granted. I had worked my ass off to get accepted as a smart business woman by my male co-workers. I had earned a reputation of being as tough as nails as a negotiating partner. I had always insisted on separating work and private life. That didn't seem to matter any longer, though. Now, I was getting mocked as 'Miss Ho-Worker' by one of my interns!

"Open your blouse!" He instructed. "Let me see your bra!"

This blatant order made me fume. Do whatever you want with me but leave my clothes out of it! That's what I wanted to shout at him but kept my mouth shut instead. Still, every pore of my body resisted his wardrobe changes. 

I saw his eyes narrowing when I didn't react and that got me into motion. With trembling fingers, I grabbed the first button and opened it. The Latin macho made me unbutton my white blouse to nipple level, which caused the tight material to open up wide. I noticed the upper edge of my black bra peeking out instantly. 

That was too much! I couldn't flaunt my bra in front of my subordinates like that! The edge of the bra was constantly on the brink of appearing! I had to be more than careful with every move!

"Show me your cunt!" D-Rod ordered before I had a chance to protest.

Closing my eyes in frustration, I pushed the black, mid-thigh pencil skirt up to my hips, showing of the black pantyhose and g-string.

"Thong and pantyhose don't really scream office pet, do they, Miss Ho-Worker?" My intern inquired. "Strip off the thong, fuckdoll! Now!" 

I quickly obeyed, as I was getting afraid of him screaming in my office. I didn't want anybody to notice what was going on in here, so I stripped off the black pantyhose and g-string.

"We gotta do something 'bout those pantyhose!" D-Rod decided while I was standing in front of him with my skirt hiked up to my hips, showing off my bare pussy. "I want your crotch free 'n accessible!"

I looked at him with a puzzled expression on my face. What was that supposed to mean? These were pantyhose, not stockings.

"C'mon lil hussy!" D-Rod was getting impatient. "Open up your crotch!"

I knew I had to react and only saw one way to comply with his instruction. A way, I didn't like at all. 

Pulling the pantyhose back up, I sat down on my office chair, spreading my legs wide. Then I grabbed the sheer fabric with both hands right where it covered my loins.

WWWRRRPPP

A ripping sound filled my office. I was tearing my precious pantyhose apart! 

The sound made me wince. I flinched even more when I saw the results of my handiwork. I had torn a big, round hole into my sheer, black pantyhose! OMG! What was I doing here! My entire crotch area was open. 

My poor pantyhose were ruined! My eyes almost filled with tears. My clothes were something special for me. I had always taken pride in my outfits and hated ruining them on purpose. 

Would that be enough to please D-Rod? Would it look slutty enough? I didn't dare to ask. 

"Now that looks more like a proper outfit for a ditzy office bunny!" D-Rod remarked while checking me out from head to toe. "Better follow that example for tomorrow, lil office bimbo. I let this offence slip for now. Don't let me regret it, though."

Of course, I heard the underlying threat. Ruining my pantyhose had been enough to teach me a lesson, though. I wouldn't disregard his rules another time.

"So you wanna wear some panties, huh?" The intern wasn't done yet. "Fine! Bet you'll love today's office dare then. It's a wedgie dare. Put your thong on top of your pantyhose. Put it on back to front!"

I looked at him with eyes wide open. I barely comprehended what he was telling me. I had never done that before. Wasn't it enough that he had made me ruin my pantyhose? 

It was a g-string! It only had a small string at the back. That string would tightly press against my pussy! I would feel it all the time!

"Do it, bitch!" D-Rod reinforced his order.

His stern tone got me moving. I took the black g-string and turned it around. Then I put it on back to front. Pulling it up, I immediately felt why D-Rod had called it a 'wedgie dare'. The tiny string slid between my pussy lips and pressed against my clit. 

I would feel it all the time! There was no escaping it. The string would constantly touch and irritate my delicate pussy and sensitive clit. It would drive me nuts like a slow Chinese water torture.

"Walk a circuit 'round the office, Miss Ho-Worker!" D-Rod ordered.

Making a round through my office, I felt like the slutty version of a runway model. I was parading my slutted-up business outfit, and with every step, I felt the reversed g-string. It was irritating and uncomfortable but instantly made my clit stand at attention. My sensitive nub was getting hard and started tingling mercilessly. How would I ever survive the entire working day like this?

At least, the tear in the pantyhose wasn't visible. My mid-thigh, black pencil skirt was long enough to cover it - up to now. But we all know what happens to a run in a stocking, right? It gets bigger and bigger. The more I would walk around, the more the pantyhose would tear open. Eventually, it would show off underneath my skirt.

"Seems like you're enjoying the hell outta it, uh?" D-Rod commented on the way I pushed my legs together with each step as if trying to scratch an itch. "You're gonna have fun with that! Hehehe!"

"Now, let's apply the final touch." He exclaimed with a smirk. "You earned this." 

Pulling something out of his pocket, he held it in front of my face. Gosh! It definitely was a surprise! But one that didn't make me smile. It was a silver charm bracelet with a 1" silver ruler as charm.

"That's your slut token, Miss Ho-Worker." My arrogant intern explained while putting it around my wrist. "From now on, you're gonna wear it at work to remind you of your place around here."

Looking at the silver charm bracelet around my wrist, I was at a loss of words. It would always be looming in my field of vision as a constant reminder of the thrashing I had received yesterday. I couldn't stop staring at the sign of my submission. It felt so definite as if I had finally accepted my role as D-Rod's personal office pet and wouldn't revolt anymore.

"Now, go get us a coffee each, fuckdoll!" The Latin macho tore me out of my daze while sitting down on my office chair and putting his legs on my desk to show me that he was the real boss in my office. 

The office kitchen was located on the first floor. It took me quite some time to get there, as I couldn't really walk fast. The reversed g-string was mercilessly pressing between my pussy lips and rubbing against my clit. I felt my sensitive nub getting harder by the second.

It was very quiet downstairs. Most of Ortega's subordinates were in a team meeting and most of my subordinates were away on external projects. There were only four employees and three interns present on the first floor.

I didn't hear any sound in the office kitchen when I approached it. Instead, the loudest noise was coming from my high, black, suede stiletto pumps clicking on the parquet floor. All the office doors were closed. I only hoped no one was about to come out to see who was making a racket. 

I felt my heart skipping a beat every time I walked past an office door. I was lucky for once. My subordinates were too busy. However, the reversed g-string continued troubling me. The constant, irritating rubbing on my pussy and clit made me feel like I was about to sink to the floor with my legs giving way. I felt so wobbly. I felt so uncomfortable. And I felt so excited.

Unfortunately, I had to pass the interns' office on my way to the kitchen. This was a completely different issue as it was an open-space office without a door. There was no way to avoid passing it without getting noticed - especially not when loud clicking noises from 4" stiletto heels accompanied your walk down the hallway. I was certain the interns had heard me coming from a mile away.

When I walked past the office, I could see three pairs of eyes intently waiting to catch a sight of the woman making the clicking noises. I tried to be as low-key as possible. Still, I felt their eyes scraping all over my outfit. 

"Phewww!" I breathed a sigh of relief when I was out of their sight and in the office kitchen.

Standing there, I noticed that the run in my pantyhose had expanded. By now, it was reaching below the hem of my skirt on the inside of my right thigh! Dammit! With my wide-open blouse and torn pantyhose, I had to be more careful!

The longer I remained in the kitchen, the more I felt my pussy throbbing. I was wet as much from the constant irritations by the reversed g-string as from the slut walk through the office. The anxiety of anybody seeing my black bra peeking out of my blouse was turning into arousal! And I couldn't do anything about it!

With a cuppa coffee in each hand, I walked back out of the office kitchen. Of course, the three interns were still watching the hallway.

"Mrs. Addams!" Justin, the jerk with the popped collar, called out. "Could you please help me out? Where can I find the corporate design on the server? You said you need the presentation finished today."

I stopped in my tracks right in front of the interns' office. This way, the young college boys had a good chance to ogle my assets. I only knew too well that they could see the edge of my black bra!

This was a trick! Of course, it was! They wanted me to step into the interns' office to get a better look at me. What should I do about it, though? I needed the presentation. It was urgent.

I wanted to run away. However, I unwillingly stepped into the office instead and walked over to Justin's cube. Leaning over his desk, I showed him the folders on the server.

WWWRRRPPP

My eyes shot open in panic when I heard my pantyhose tearing open a few more inches. On high alert, I looked down my leg and noticed that the tear was reaching down below my skirt on the inside of my right leg now. I could feel a cold breath of air hitting my naked skin where the open hole yawned in my pantyhose. 

At the same time, I saw Taylor, the black sports jock, leaning back, running his eyes up my legs. I quickly pressed my legs together to hide the embarrassing fashion faux pas, but I was quite certain that he had seen the large run in my pantyhose! 

By now, I was fully focused on my pantyhose and totally forgot about the rest of my outfit. Only until I could sense Matt's eyes on my bust, though. With a gasp, I realized that my titties were almost tumbling out of my blouse. My black bra was prominently visible! I had to resist the urge to stuff my big boobs back into my blouse. My nervousness increased by the second while the reversed g-string continued its merciless teasing on my clit.

While I frantically kept on searching for the right presentation, I tried my best to appear completely relaxed. All the time, I had to remain in this uncomfortable position. In my agitated state, though, every second felt like an hour. 

When I had finally found the data file, I promptly turned around and nearly ran out of the interns' office. The interns' lecherous gazes clung to my butt all the way, until I had turned the corner. The moment I had disappeared from their view, I heard them breaking out in chatter. Of course, it was all about me and my slinky outfit.

"Woah! Did you see that?" Matt exclaimed. "That should be a mandatory uniform for business co-eds!"

"Hahaha! Bet that's her career strategy!" His fellow intern Justin joked.

"You gotta say she's got an elaborate marketing triumvirate: killer ass, killer tits, and killer dress!" Taylor added with a chuckle.

I could hear their dirty laughter all the way down the hallway. Shit! The gossip had already started. I was losing any credibility as an exec around the office! This had to stop sooner than later. This time, it had only been the interns but that was bad enough.

When I finally returned to my office on the upper floor, I felt like I had left a long wet trail of pussy juice on the floor. My snatch was itching and prickling worse than any mosquito bite.

D-Rod took his time to drink the coffee, and he perfectly knew how to drive me bonkers. He instructed me to take a sip of coffee and then go for a round through my office. I was only allowed to take another sip when I had finished a circuit and returned to my desk. I had to keep it up until I had emptied the entire cup. It took ages, and all the time, the reversed g-string teased my poor clit. 

After the first round, I had to expose my titties. D-Rod made me pull the white blouse to the sides and push my juicy juggs out of the bra cups. The next round, I had to pull my black pencil skirt up to my hips, showing off my torn pantyhose and reversed g-string. The third round, I had to walk while tugging on my nipples and pulling them taut.

I couldn't believe that I was exposing myself like that in my office! At any given moment, some of my subordinates could knock on the door! Even worse, my rival exec Ortega could walk in! I wanted to storm out of the office. I wanted to kick D-Rod's fucking ass. But I didn't. After yesterday's punishment, I knew better than to mess with him.

I was sweating blood during every circuit, nervously peeking to the door all the time. I almost reckoned someone bursting inside and seeing me in this lewd way. At the same time, the merciless prickling in my cunt drove my attention away from the door to my itching pussy. I was so aroused! The reversed g-string brought me to the edge but didn't push me over! It was so frustrating!

After five rounds, I had finally emptied my cuppa coffee, and D-Rod rose from my office chair to stroll over to me. He simultaneously grabbed both my tits and squeezed them roughly. I almost went down to my knees from the force and sudden stimulation. I was so close to cumming!

SLAP

SLAP

He landed a hard blow on each of my sore ass cheeks before I had a chance to fully savior the new sensations. The spanks stung, reminding me of yesterday's thrashing and drawing me away from the edge. Still, my pussy continued tingling wildly.

"Now, go down 'n bring the cups back to the kitchen with your tits 'n ass hanging out, Miss Ho-Worker!" D-Rod suddenly ordered.

Hearing his instruction, I felt like having a heart attack. I was close to fainting. Did he really want me to pass the interns' office with my tits out and my skirt around my hips? He couldn't be serious! I must have looked as shocked as I felt because it caused D-Rod to burst into braying laughter.

"You really should do that, right? That would be some kinda fun!" He cracked. "We don't want anyone finding out 'bout your office dares, though. Too much fun for it to be over so soon. Guess we keep that for another day. Always gotta have something up your sleeve, right? Hehehe!"

I drew a sharp breath when I realized that he was simply toying with me. I was just a silly, little playtoy for him. Still, you never knew with this dirty macho thug...

Although D-Rod left me alone in my office for the next hours, I had a hard time to compose myself. The string rubbing on my clit didn't help much either. It kept me distracted all the time. I felt every tiny, little move on my clit, and it drove me nuts. My body was taking over control. All my senses focused on the maddening itching in my pussy. 

Rule #2 didn't help either. To my own frustration, I couldn't wait for three hours to be over to take my break and play with my pussy for five minutes. When the time had finally come, I was so excited that I had a hard time to keep myself from cumming, edging constantly. 

At the end of the working day, I was stewing in my juices. I had never been so aroused before. Every little touch to my body was like an electric jolt. The urge to touch my pussy was overwhelming. I felt like going through the roof.

Once again, I found myself yearning for D-Rod to step into my office. I hadn't made him cum yet, and he wouldn't miss out on it, right? I was even close to walking downstairs to the interns' office and asking D-Rod to come upstairs with me. I wouldn't let the young Latino have this triumph, though. It would be too much of a complete surrender. I was his submissive office pet, but I wouldn't let him turn me into a groveling slut addicted to his cock.

Once again, it was getting close to quitting time, and D-Rod hadn't shown up yet. I couldn't take it any longer. I needed to cool off so I walked into the ladies' room and splashed some cold water into my face, which helped to a certain degree. 

When I returned to my office, the young Latino was sitting in my office chair, greeting me with his trademark arrogant grin.

"How you're feeling, Miss Ho-Worker?" He asked.

He could see my agitation. He could see my arousal. Yet, he wanted me to say it loud. I tried to avoid eye contact, as I was too embarrassed to admit it. He didn't let me off the hook, though, waiting for me to reply. This was too much for me to bear. I could barely remain on my feet. I was so dizzy with lust.

"Sir, I need relief! Please sir, let your office pet cum!" I blurted out in spite of myself and felt an instant pinch of shame for this burst of vulgarity.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 05



"What you say?" D-Rod taunted me. "Mrs. Powers begging to cum like an easy office tramp? Can you imagine that! Do you deserve an orgasm, though?"

"Please Sir Da-Rod!" I pleaded by now, saying whatever came to my mind. "I'll gladly serve you. Please, let me be your office pet. Just let your fuckdoll cum, please!"

OMG! I felt like the last ounces of self-respect were leaving me. I was shamelessly smarming over the young Latino begging him to serve him all around the clock. Right now, my arousal was in total control. 

"Go 'n get the ruler then." D-Rod seemed to like my suggestion. "Make yourself cum on it."

My stomach was in knots. I didn't know whether to cheer or cry. I had to use the instrument of my punishment to get off!?! This was so humiliating! My intern had used it to beat me into submission, and now, I was using it to get relief? A voice in my head screamed for me to resist. But it was far too low, getting drowned out by the overwhelming throbbing in my pussy. 

My mind was too foggy at that moment to realize it. But looking back, using the ruler as my pleasure toy was another step in my total surrender to D-Rod. It connected my submission with pleasure. Even now, I still feel the simultaneous pinch of submissiveness and jolt of pleasure when looking at my silver bracelet with the ruler charm. 

Taking the ruler in my hand, I squatted down with my back to the door and flipped my black skirt up to my hips, presenting my torn pantyhose and reversed g-string to D-Rod. Spreading my legs wide, I pushed the string to the side to expose my shaved, glistening cunt. Then I pushed the wooden ruler against my throbbing clit.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned, quickly biting on my left forearm to muffle my moans.

This felt so good. This was exactly what I needed, no matter how degrading, no matter which instrument. My legs were twitching wildly, and I was gnawing on my forearm to keep quiet. The danger of a colleague walking in on me was totally forgotten.

I stuck the wooden ruler up my cunt to fill my yearning snatch with something. My pussy lips deliciously stretched across the wooden straight edge while I rapidly drilled it in and out of my sloppy cunt. I took my left arm from my mouth and started rubbing my clit. 

That did the trick! I exploded in sheer ecstasy. My orgasm hit me so hard that I slipped off my feet and went ass over kettle. With my legs still spread wide, a liquid burst of excitement gushed from my contracting pussy, wetting my hands and legs. I was having a squirting orgasm in my office while my head was swimming in dizzy lust. What an easy fuckslut I was!

D-Rod quietly applauded my slutty efforts in a mocking gesture while I came down from my high. That moment, I became aware of my surroundings again. I was sitting on my naked ass in my office with colleagues walking around outside. I felt so embarrassed! How could I let it go so far? How could I submit to my needs so easily?

"Time to do your job, Miss Ho-Worker!" D-Rod reminded me of the task at hand.

He had already pulled his hard cock from his pants. The danger of my colleagues walking in on us made me hesitant. However, my intern had just allowed me to have one of the most intense orgasms ever, so it was only fair to pay back some of the pleasure, wasn't it? I slowly got up on my feet with my black pencil skirt still up around my hips and walked over to the dirty prick sitting on my office chair. 

"C'mon office bunny, show me your tits." He exclaimed when I stood in front of him.

I pushed my white blouse to the sides to fully expose my black lace bra. Grabbing the cups, I pulled them down, letting my juicy juggs pop into freedom. My nipples were standing out proud and erect.

"Get my cock ready for your cunt 'n show your ass off to the door." He ordered next.

Once again, he was toying with me and my fears. He knew how much I was afraid of anyone witnessing my lewd behavior at work, so he stressed it time and again.

Nonetheless, I obediently bent down until my face was hovering above his cock. Meanwhile, I reached back with my hands to spread my pussy lips open, shamelessly exposing my wet, pink cunt meat to the door while my ample tits obscenely dangled off my chest.

D-Rod pulled his cock into his belly so I could see his big ball sack. I knew what he wanted and got to work sucking a ball at a time into my mouth, licking the sack in between. While I worked hard on his balls, my intern amused himself by releasing his meaty shaft and letting it slap against my face, a humiliating reminder of the way I had slapped myself for him yesterday. 

"C'mon lil office bimbo, ride my cock." He shouted when he was ready for the next phase. "Face the door and greet your colleagues."

His taunt sent a shiver of fear down my back. We were coming close to quitting time. O'Bannon and Ortega could leave any moment. What if they stuck their head through the door to say goodbye?

I didn't get a chance to utter my reservations as D-Rod roughly gripped my hips and turned me around. Facing the door with my tits hanging out of my white blouse, I straddled his legs and slowly lowered my pussy over his straining cock.

I felt him splitting my cunt lips and stretching my pussy wide. I was still so wet that his meat pole easily slipped inside. The attention to my snatch felt delicious, and I quickly started bucking on his lap, pushing my pussy up and down his shaft.

Humping his thick cock, a noise outside my office startled me. I heard heavy footsteps on the hallway. It must have been O'Bannon leaving. I held my breath while I unconsciously continued lifting myself up until D-Rod's cock almost fell out of me before sliding back down so that he filled me to the hilt. I had a good relation with the CEO so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for him to say goodbye.

"Wave your tits at the door, fuckdoll!" D-Rod commanded as if he sensed my nervousness.

I groaned in despair but cupped my ample boobs nonetheless. By shaking my hands, I made my soft tit meat jiggle on my chest. It felt so ridiculous waving at the door with my boobs.

All the while, I heard the footsteps getting louder. They were coming closer to my office. Suddenly, they stopped altogether. O'Bannon must have been standing in front of my door. Any second, he would open it and witness the inappropriate scene. It would all be over in a heartbeat.

I wanted to slip off D-Rod's lap and hide behind my desk but the macho prick tightly grabbed my hips holding me in place. I could only brace myself for the inevitable while I continued riding my intern's cock and jiggling my juicy juggs. I had done everything he had ordered to save my career, and now, it would all be over nonetheless. All the humiliations I had suffered had been in vain - except for the crashing orgasms they had yielded.

Suddenly, I heard voices outside. I couldn't make out who it was but it must have been Ortega addressing O'Bannon! They were having a quick chat before leaving the office right outside my office door. They would see me both if they opened my door to say goodbye! 

That exact moment, D-Rod pushed me deep into his lap while lifting his ass to plant his dick balls deep in my cunt. I felt his cock expanding in my pussy as he shot his cum load. The arrogant macho let out a deep, low growl that caught my breath. The two men were still talking on the hallway. They might have heard him groaning! While my pussy milked D-Rod's meat pole, I tried to focus on the chatter. It continued so I gathered that they hadn't heard anything.

With his load emptied up my cunt, the young Latino blandly pushed me off his lap. Tumbling to the ground, I felt the sticky spunk running out of my slit. I was kneeling on the ground with my tits out when the inevitable happened. The door opened!

Nooo!

It couldn't be all over! Not now! Not like that!

Totally paralyzed from shock, I watched the door open like in slow motion. The two men stepped inside! They saw me kneeling on the ground! They saw my naked tits!

"Hey, look at our barrio hoodrat! Ready to go! That's what I call a good ho!" 

OMG! Oh my fucking god! 

The two men were Flaco and Lucho, D-Rod's gangster homies from the 'LGZ' gang. Apparently, the musclehead and the skinny baldie had come to the office to pick up their friend. I guess our receptionist had already gone home. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let these two thugs dressed in their typical Latino gangster outfits with unbuttoned plaid shirts and bandanas around their head into our office.

However, I can't even tell how glad I was to see these rude gangbangers. Anybody was better than O'Bannon and Ortega. My rival and my superior hadn't witnessed anything! My career was safe for another day, even if another day meant another office dare, which I didn't like at all.

As soon as the two Latino gangsters had closed the door, they were all over me. Planting themselves in front of me, each one grabbed one of my ample boobs and started mauling them roughly. 

"Ooohhh!" I couldn't help but moan from their rude treatment.

"Ya can't wait to get cha hands on our cocks, can ya?" Lucho mocked me.

Without giving it a thought, I nodded. Somehow, I felt like the two guys had saved me from getting caught in the act by my colleagues and deserved a thank-you gift. Gawd! I was more than willing to give them the blowjob of their lives!

Letting them continue squeezing my ripe melons, I pulled their cocks from their khaki pants and started jacking each dick with a hand. Then I lunged forward and pushed my soft lips over Flaco's meat tool. I gulped it down until his cockhead hit the entrance to my throat. Pushing my mouth up and down, I let my lips dance over his cock with fervor. 

After sucking his glorious dick down about ten times, I let it pop out of my mouth and went to work on Lucho's shaft. Alternating between the two cocks, I gave both gangbangers a heck of a sloppy blowjob. They wanted more than just my mouth, though. 

"Haul ya ass over to dat door, biatch!" Flaco ordered while pulling his cock from my lips.

After getting 'sort of saved' by them, I was in such a submissive mood that I didn't question their command at all. Getting to my feet, I sauntered over to the closed door with my skirt hiked up to my hips, showing off my ripped pantyhose and dried sperm that covered the insides of my thighs. 

Putting my hands against the door, I spread my legs like a suspect does when being frisked. Feeling one of the guys approach, he put his arm around my waist and gripped me tightly.

"I'ma gonna fuck da shit outta ya, puta del barrio!" Flaco whispered into my ear. "Ya our gang ho, no matter where. I'ma gonna enjoy fuckin' ya in dis prim 'n proper place. Hehehe!"

His words gave me the creeps. Still, I groaned when he followed his words with action and slid his cock into my pussy, which didn't offer any resistance. He wasn't gentle at all, bottoming out in me on the first thrust. His hands were around my hips, holding me in place, while he ripped into my cunt. With my hands against the door, I had to hold on for dear life. His strokes were so powerful that it made my titties bounce. My tit meat started banging against the door with each thrust, making soft thuds.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

A cold shiver ran down my spine when I realized that these bumps could be heard on the hallway. After all, I had no clue if O'Bannon and Ortega had already left the office or if they were still around. I couldn't resist Flaco's onslaught, however. After being on the edge for so long, my body more than embraced the second cock of the day. My arousal was back with full force despite my previous orgasm on the ruler. 

Hammering my cunt at such a high pace, Flaco couldn't hold on for long. With a loud grunt, he pulled his dick from my slit and aimed it at my ass. Erupting in a powerful orgasm, he spurt his spunk all over my butt, completely staining my black, sheer pantyhose.

As soon as he had stepped aside, Lucho took his place. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Lifting me up with his strong arms, the musclehead implanted my dripping pussy on his hard cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he started banging me hard, right up against the closed door. It made a loud thud each time he impaled me and slammed my ass against the door.

The noise was even louder than before! The danger of getting caught was even bigger!

Still, I could only bite my lip to prevent myself from groaning loudly while my body enjoyed the hell out of every thrust up my pussy.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

"That's some strange noise, isn't it?"

My eyes shot open when I heard O'Bannon's voice in the hallway. This time, it was definitely him! There was no doubt about it! I recognized his voice.

"Maybe, Mrs. Addams is redecorating her office, wasting valuable working time." Ortega's voice rang out in response, not hiding his antipathy towards me at all.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

They had heard the noise! They were about to check out what was going on inside my office any second! My nightmare was becoming reality! I had been saved before but it had only been a short delay!

I dug my fingers into Lucho's back and tried my best to keep my ass from slamming into the door. I had to stop the bumps at all costs! 

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The musclehead was far too strong. I was nothing but a ragdoll in his arms. He simply continued pounding me, and my pussy reacted absolutely contrary to my intent. My cunt began contracting and erupted in a major orgasm. 

I was cumming while my rival and my superior were listening to the noise of my ass slamming against my office door while getting fucked by a Latino gangster! The sheer imagination was enough to make my head spin in embarrassment.

"Oh well. You're probably right, she's just rearrainging some things. Nothing important. I'm already late anyways, I must fly. " I distantly heard O'Bannon's voice through the fog of my orgasm.

"Yeah, I don't really care how Mrs. Addams rearranges her office anyways. It doesn't matter how nicely your office is done up. It only matters how well you perform as a manager." Ortega responded with a dismissive huff.

Shortly afterwards, I heard their footsteps. They were leading away from my office. The two men were leaving the office without checking out what was causing the bumps! I got off the hook!

The moment all the tension and strain dropped from me, another orgasm hit me with full force. With the danger gone, my body completely surrendered to my pleasure. My pussy grabbed Lucho's dick so firmly that it finally tipped him over. Implanting his meat pole up my twat, he shot his jizz deep into me as he held me tightly.

When he finally let me slip off of him, I simply fell to my knees on the floor. Without request, I kissed both guys' cocks and licked our juices off until they were nice and clean. D-Rod and his buddies were long gone when I was still sitting in my office cooling off.

Back at home, I was appalled with myself. I had barely put up a struggle to resist D-Rod's naughty office dare. I had lost any kind of will power, completely giving in to my interns' dominance. Even worse, I had embraced my submissiveness at work, and to my embarrassment, it had given me a major orgasm. 

The sexual bliss in the office had been so overwhelming it had totally clouded my mind. It took quite some time for the fog to subside. The more I regained my senses, though, the more ashamed I became of my behavior. I was still coming to terms with my submissive nature. However, my urge to be used like a cheap slut, treated like a whore, and laughed at by rude, low-class slobs was a lot more troubling. 

Somehow, I felt like a part of me was ready to embrace my sub nature and eager to act it out as long as it was a part of my private live. But not at work! It embarrassed me how much it aroused me to surrender at my workplace where I was supposed to be the boss. Even more, it frightened me how close I had come to getting exposed by my superior after only a single day.

When I went to bed, I was dead certain that I would never let this happen again. I was afraid of losing myself and wasn't willing to accept that. It was something to act like an easy slut at the weekend but it was something completely different to be a stupid, horny bimbo whore at work! I was a business executive with a bright future as the CEO of my consulting firm after all. 

I would sit out the mess I had made. I would pull through the remaining weeks of D-Rod's internship and cut the losses. But I would make sure that it wouldn't affect me any further. 

--Week 2 -- Wednesday--

The next morning I received a text message from D-Rod while getting dressed. 

*Dont want me 2 ruin ur prim n proper outfit again? Dont wear no bra. Show sum cleavage as it suits a dirty office floozy.* 

I choked and struggled to breathe when reading the message. Wasn't it bad enough that he was blatantly using his superior as his fuckslut at work? Did he have to toy with me in such mean ways? Did he always have to up the ante?

Despite my reluctance, I felt the effect of his clear, hard words on me. It made my submissive streak stir which in turn made me angry as hell. I felt like I was betraying myself. I wouldn't allow myself to slip again! This time, I would stay strong.

As much as I struggled internally, I dutifully obeyed D-Rod's order nevertheless. I wasn't keen on disregarding Rule #1 for another time so I left off any kind of bra and panties. Instead, I put on a silky black buttoned-up blouse, a knee-long caramel brown pencil skirt, black seamed hold-up stockings, and a stylish pair of matching caramel silk open-toe pumps with 4" stiletto heels.

Checking myself in the mirror, I made sure that my outfit was decent enough for the office while meeting D-Rod's rule. As ordered, I left the upper two buttons of my black blouse open. Fortunately, the silky material wasn't see-through so the missing bra wasn't noticeable at first sight. Truth be told, the outfit was very formfitting but still looked elegant. 

However, I barely felt dressed. The blouse revealed my neckline and offered a nice view down my cleavage every time I made a careless move, reminding me of the missing bra. I really felt like the stupid, ditzy office floozy D-Rod wanted me to become.

All the way to work, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I felt my boobs straining against my silky black blouse. I wasn't keen on meeting my subordinates. What if they noticed the missing bra? I better not wanted to think about the consequences.

Arriving at the office, I got a coffee first. The clicking sound of my high heels accompanied me down the hallway. A sound I was getting used to by now. Of course, it didn't remain unnoticed. Once again, all interns ogled me when I walked past their office. Passing by, I saw that D-Rod was around too and knew that he would want to inspect my outfit. 

Without thinking about it any further, I walked into the interns' office after I had gotten my coffee. Better get that inspection over with sooner than later, right? Unconsciously, I started swaying my hips on my way to D-Rod's cube as if advertising my assets. All the way, I felt the other interns' eyes scraping over my figure, undressing me with their gazes.

In front of D-Rod, I came to a halt. Fortunately, the cube shielded me from the other interns' looks. Standing there, I flexed my back to push my tits out and let the young Latino give me a look-over from head to toe. Then I placed my left foot on his office chair, right between his legs, pushed my caramel pencil skirt up, and spread my legs apart. This way, he had a clear view of my pantyless, shaved pussy. 

D-Rod ran his hand over my black, seamed, hold-up stockings. Any moment, he was about to reach my pussy. It was already throbbing with anticipation. And the day had just begun! I closed my eyes getting ready for the touch I was longing for.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 05



But it didn't happen.

Reaching the right stocking top, the fucking macho simply reached over to the left stocking top. He completely spared my cunt and ran his hand back down my left thigh. I almost sighed out loudly. I was so disappointed. Fortunately, I didn't do it. I better not wanted to find out how the other interns' would react to that!

Surprisingly, I didn't hear anything from D-Rod for the rest of the working day. I was getting confused. What about the daily office dare? Had he forgotten about it? No way, what a ridiculous idea! Had he gotten bored with his office pet? Fat chance! What a silly notion although it inadvertently caused a pinch of sorrow in my guts. Had he revealed our secret office dares to anyone? Jeez, what a thought! It almost made me faint from fear.

I was getting more nervous by the second. Finally, I was so antsy I picked up the phone to call the interns' office to ask for D-Rod. The rational part of myself kicked in at the last second, stopping me. I felt like slapping myself. What kind of submissive slut had I become? I wouldn't call D-Rod groveling to be used! Get some self-respect, girl, for fuck's sake!

It was past lunchtime, and I still hadn't heard anything from D-Rod. I was barely able to sit still anymore. My gaze roamed over to my silver bracelet with the ruler charm time and time again. Whenever, I caught myself staring at the symbol of my pain and pleasure, I growled at myself. Get a grip, girl!

I couldn't help it, though. My mind wondered back to yesterday's use of the ruler, which had given me such a shattering orgasm. The more I tried to suppress it, the more I felt myself getting aroused. The symbol of my submission was driving me mad.

KNOCK

KNOCK

Someone knocked on my door, startling me up! I almost jumped off my chair! Shit! I had been daydreaming gazing at my charm bracelet while fondling my braless nipples through the silky, black blouse. My blouse was askew! What the fuck had I been doing in my office?

Maybe, D-Rod was finally coming by! Maybe, it was time for the office dare? Once again, I cursed my treacherous self for hoping it might by the dirty macho thug! D-Rod never knocked on my door. It definitely wasn't him.

What if it was one of the secretaries like Michelle Keelan? What if she noticed my missing bra? The gossip would spread with lightning speed! What if it was one of my subordinates? He would lose any kind of respect for me as his superior! What if it was CEO O'Bannon? He would reconsider my commitment to becoming his successor! Either way would be bad! I almost prayed for it to be D-Rod despite my better knowledge.

The knock had been very urgent, sounding like the person was about to enter my office any second. I didn't have much time left so I hastily opened some files on my desk to look busy and adjusted my blouse as best as possible. Then it was all too late anyways. The door opened, and Damon, one of my subordinates, stepped inside.

"Hey, can I interrupt you?" He asked cheerfully when I didn't address him straightaway.

Pheww! I had barely managed to get snatched from the jaws of a huge scandal. I better not dared to envision my subordinate's reaction if he had seen me fondling my tits.

The current state was bad enough. Damon's gaze quickly dropped to my blouse when he saw my hard nipples poking through the silky, black material. There was no way for me to hide that I wasn't wearing a bra. It was too obvious, and it embarrassed me to no end. I fought hard to hide it but deeply blushed in shame anyways.

My subordinate tried his best not to let anything show. He quickly told me about his progress on his current project and asked some open questions. I dealt with it as quickly as possible. Still, we needed some time to find some proper solutions. He sat down on the opposite side of my desk to show me the work he had done already. All the while, I felt him ogling my boobs. I caught him using every chance to glimpse down my cleavage. 

I had to check several calculations, Damon had brought along. But instead of handing the papers over, he placed them on his side of the desk. I automatically leaned over the tabletop to read them. Only then, I noticed that the bent over position almost caused my ample, braless juggs to topple out of the blouse. Damon was treated to a full view of my big, round tits! 

Fuck! My subordinates were just the same kind of horny bastards as D-Rod! 

I was about to scream at him. I was about to vent all my frustration on him. But I stopped myself at the last second. It would only call more attention! It would only raise questions about my outfit. I had to suffer his lecherous gazes and act as if I wouldn't notice.

Damon came up with question after question. It was clear that he was stalling for time to continue ogling my tits. All the attention didn't do much to soften my nipples. Instead, they continued poking through my silky blouse giving Damon a proper show. All the time, I was on pins and needles.

Finally, Damon had run out of questions, and I sent him out. I deeply sighed in relief when he was gone. Gosh! I could really use a strong coffee now! Checking the clock, I noticed that quitting time was approaching. I couldn't believe it. I had barely managed to get any work done for the day although D-Rod hadn't even approached me with an office dare yet!

That was about to change, though. Before I had a chance to proceed back to business, the door opened again. This time, there wasn't a knock on the door. Of course, it was D-Rod!

"Woah! You really stoked up your colleague, didn't you?" He mocked me as a greeting. "But hey! I get it! You're just doing your job as Miss Ho-Worker, right?"

I furiously shot daggers at him but didn't say a word. There was nothing left to argue. Anyways, D-Rod walking into my office was better than any other of my co-workers. It was bad enough that one of my subordinates had noticed my missing bra.

"Waiting for your daily office dare?" My intern asked with a chuckle. "Present your cunt!"

Letting out an annoyed sigh, I stood up and stepped in front of the Latin macho. Once again, I found myself pushing my caramel skirt up to my hips and presenting my bare pussy. 

"Your office pet is ready for the dare, Sir Da-Rod!" I finally replied through gritted teeth, forcing out my derogatory nickname.

In this submissive posture, I felt the instant urge to fall under D-Rod's dominant spell. But I resisted. I wouldn't give in! Not this time! 

"Excited already, huh?" The rude thug taunted me in response. "Bet you've been waiting for it all day long, Miss Ho-Worker!" 

"You're wet in anticipation like a real slut, aren't you?" He added while stepping close to me.

My cheeks turned red from anger. I didn't want it to be true, but he was right. I had barely been able to focus on anything work-related because of the maddening anticipation. 

Although I felt the young Latino's domineering presence, I held his gaze. D-Rod reacted by roughly pushing his hand between my legs. Forcing my legs apart, he rudely ran his hand over my slit, probing my pussy with a finger.

"Just as I said." He exclaimed while holding his wet finger in front of my face. "A true slut!"

I closed my eyes at my own insolence. No, no, no! I wasn't a slut! I was a respected business lady caught in my intern's blackmail. However, whether I liked it or not, my subordinate's attention had made my nipples hard and my crotch damp. 

When I opened my eyes again, D-Rod stood in front of me with the wooden ruler in his hand. A cold shiver ran down my spine as much from the fear of getting another ass thrashing as from the anticipation of getting my clit rubbed. D-Rod didn't waste any time pushing the wooden ruler between my legs and running it over my slit.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned out. 

I couldn't help it. The long wait during the working day, the attention from my subordinate, D-Rod's dominance, it all made my head swim. I couldn't withstand it any longer. The moment, the wooden ruler touched my pussy, my will to resist was finally stifled. The respected business lady went out the door. I could only bite my lips to suppress my moans and ride out the pleasure.

I started bucking against the wooden ruler. My head was spinning in lust while I desperately tried to bring myself off on the straight edge. I was so aroused my legs were trembling.

"Do you want to cum, lil office tramp?" D-Rod asked teasingly. "Tell me how much you wanna cum, office pet! Beg me for it!"

I was beyond caring. It didn't matter if I was standing in my office or not. It didn't matter if it was my intern or not. A switch had flipped, turning me into a total slut. Standing in my office with my skirt around my hips and my legs spread, I was uninhibitedly humping a wooden ruler. For the moment, I was too needy to be embarrassed.

"Mmm!... Yesss!... Own your ditzy office bimbo, sir!... Ooohhh!... Pleassse!... Please sir, make your office pet cum!... Ooohhh!... Yesss!" It was all I could muster.

I was so dizzy with lust I was barely able to remain on my feet.

SLAP

The wooden ruler landed on my right ass cheek with a loud smack.

"You gotta earn your orgasm, slut!" D-Rod told me. "It's too early now!"

I sobbed in response - more in frustration at the sudden denial than from the harsh slap that was still burning on my ass cheek. The ruler was gone from my clit, however, so I acted on impulse and reached down to touch my clit with my right hand.

SLAP

Another harsh blow landed on my ass, reddening my left buttock while D-Rod batted my hand away. He looked at me with an annoyed, disapproving look.

"Tsktsktsk! Obedience, Miss Ho-Worker! Or else you won't be allowed to cum at all!" He scolded me like a little, naughty schoolgirl. "You're here to serve me first and foremost. If I'm satisfied with your service, I might let you cum!" 

"Yes sir, sorry sir!" I replied with my head hanging.

I felt ashamed of the fact that I wasn't allowed to cum while having to serve this crude macho first. It drove home the meaning of being his 'office pet' once and for all.

"Let's get you ready for your office dare, shall we, lil office tramp?" My intern exclaimed with his trademark arrogant grin. "First, your outfit's still too conservative for a right office slut!" 

My heart skipped a beat when D-Rod referred to my outfit, stifling my arousal and replacing it with nervousness. I wasn't wearing a bra and panties already! That should be slutty enough, right?

"Not looking flossy enough for a right office bunny." He stated matter-of-factly. "That top needs more buttons open than closed!"

Looking down myself, I had to gulp. The silky, black blouse had five buttons in total and the upper two were already open. I barely felt dressed like that! The third button was right at nipple level. Opening it with trembling fingers, the silky material popped open instantly. Gosh! My braless juggs came dangerously close to tumbling out! The blouse fully revealed my neckline now, and my nipples were almost visible. This way, I was shamelessly flaunting my ample boobs to everyone!

"An office tramp should always wear a bimbo belt as skirt, don't you think?" The macho prick continued with a chuckle. "You know, a proper bimbo belt reaches down to mid-thigh at a max, right?"

Oh no! Not that as well! I wanted to protest so badly. I already felt like a half-naked slut! The open blouse alone was totally inappropriate for work! However, I had promised myself not to beg. I wouldn't give my intern that kind of satisfaction. 

For a few seconds, we exchanged gazes, shooting daggers at each other. I didn't shirk from his look although I felt a wave of submissiveness surging through me. Finally, I grabbed the hem of my caramel brown, knee-long skirt and pushed it up until it barely covered half my thighs. I used a few pins from my desk to fixate the skirt in that position while I continued staring into D-Rod's eyes. Gosh! I had never worn such a short skirt in the office! 

I had slipped in my conviction when the scruffy thug had rubbed my clit with the ruler. But I had regained my composure now! I wanted to let him know that he hadn't subdued my will yet. D-Rod didn't seem impressed, though.

"Look at this!" He exclaimed while pulling two clear plastic bags from his pockets. "I prepared a little something 'n guess what. You got the choice, bitch!" 

My gaze changed from stubbornness to confusion as my eyes went back and forth between his arrogant smirk and the clear plastic bags. There were some folded papers in it. But I had absolutely no clue what my intern was up to now.

"Today's office dare's a lottery!" D-Rod explained. "You draw the place 'n the act!"

"Maybe, it's your office. Maybe, it's the restrooms. Could be the copy room or the chill-out room. It depends on your pick!" He gave me some details. "Maybe, you get away with a simple blowjob, a sweet little cunt fuck, or a rough ass fuck. We'll see!"

Realizing the meaning of the slut lottery made me gasp for air. How far did he want to go with this? 

The copy room??? 

It was on the lower level right next to the fully occupied interns' office! 

The restrooms??? 

It was like a revolving door with employees constantly walking in and out! 

The chill-out room??? 

It was a dirty, shabby room in the basement that only got used by the interns! 

We weren't safe in any of these places! Anybody could spot us or walk in on us! Was he going insane? Was he just taunting me? Hadn't it been enough that we had almost gotten caught yesterday? Did he have to push our luck like that?

"Draw the lots, office pet!" The young Latino ordered impatiently, hammering home that he meant every word.

My fingers trembled madly while I stuck my hand into the first plastic bag and grabbed a folded paper. Pulling my hand out, I handed the pick over to D-Rod. He made an exaggerated show of unfolding it.

"And the winner is... blowjob!" He read out, acting like a show host. "You got the easy pick there, Miss Ho-Worker!"

I honestly couldn't share this opinion with him. A blowjob would be quick and easy, though. At least, I had a bit of luck. Pushing my hand into the second plastic bag, I pulled out another folded paper. 

"Tadaa!" D-Rod exclaimed drawing out every word like a ring announcer. "It's the... restrooms!"

No! No, no, no! Goddammit! There goes my luck. 

Of course, the best pick had to be followed by the worst one. While I cursed my bad luck, D-Rod grinned from ear to ear. Obviously, this had been his favorite choice.

"C'mon!" He demanded impatiently. "Follow me, Miss Ho-Worker!"

Before I knew what was happening, he had walked out of my office and stood on the floor waiting for me. I had to brace myself to get going. I couldn't picture myself giving my young intern a blowjob in the restrooms. It was such a lewd idea! 

At least, meetings were over for the day. As only O'Bannon, Ortega, and I had offices on the upper floor, the restrooms were deserted at this time of day. Shaking my head in resignation, I finally followed D-Rod outside. 

Walking into the hallway, I was more than aware of my 'bimbo belt' barely covering my stocking tops. It instantly made me feel like a skanky slut. The second I stepped onto the hallway, the macho prick got into motion. And bounced down the stairs!

I gazed after him in astonishment. What was he doing now? Why did he run past the restrooms? I remained standing at the top of the stairs like rooted to the spot. When D-Rod noticed that I wasn't following, he stopped and looked back to me.

"Hey Miss Ho-Worker! You coming or what?" He called me out.

I flinched when he shouted 'Miss Ho-Worker' right on the stairs. I only prayed that no one had heard it.

"What about the restrooms?" I whispered, not daring to talk any louder. 

"Awww, fuckdoll!" D-Rod laughed out loudly. "You didn't really think we we're talking 'bout the restroom up here, did you?"

"Where's the fun in that? Nobody here to walk in on you!" He scoffed. "We're talking 'bout the men's room downstairs! That's where the party's at!"

Without another word, he turned around and walked away. He simply left me standing there in my pinned-up, caramel skirt and unbuttoned, revealing blouse. I felt like my feet were frozen to the ground. I couldn't go downstairs looking like this! I couldn't be seen by my subordinates in this flossy, dolled-up outfit! I couldn't go into the men's room either! With all the male consultants sitting on the lower floor, the restrooms were in heavy use. Somebody would walk in on us!

By now, D-Rod had reached the lower floor and disappeared from my view. I couldn't let him wait. He would get bored! I couldn't risk him shouting my degrading nickname through the staircase again!

Eventually, I got going and slowly walked down the stairs. When I reached the lower floor, my skin was crawling. I carefully looked over my shoulder. I was kind of feeling my way forward. But the slower I walked, the higher the chances that someone saw me in my slutted-up outfit.

Finally, I worked up all my courage and headed straight to the restrooms. I had to walk down the entire hallway to get there. After taking a few steps, I was close to start running. I had to restrain myself. My caramel, silk, open-toe pumps with 4" stiletto heels would only click louder on the parquet and attract attention. 

Fortunately, most office doors were closed. Quitting time was approaching, and my co-workers were busy getting work done for the day to head home. The offices with open doors were unoccupied. Still, I had to pass the interns' office.

Slowly approaching it, I saw Justin, Taylor, and Matt packing up their stuff. I stopped a few steps in front of the office and waited for the right moment. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. I was trembling from the tension. Please don't let them see me, I prayed. When the interns started saying their goodbyes, I jumped forward. Passing the door as quickly as I could, I joined D-Rod in front of the men's room.

"You like your catwalk, Miss Ho-Worker?" D-Rod took a jibe at me.

My walk through the hallway had obviously amused him. Once again, he shouted out the degrading title without a care if anyone might hear it. The taunt made me frantically look around the hallway. No one moved or stepped out of an office. The interns were still occupied with packing up their stuff. I had been lucky - for once.

As soon as D-Rod had called me out, he disappeared into the men's room. I could only follow him and get it over with. Once again, I looked around the hallway to make sure that no one saw me. Then I basically rushed through the door.

Inside the restroom, I breathed a sigh of relief. D-Rod casually leaned on a sink. Did he ever lose that pretentious attitude? When I looked up at him, he pointed at the ground.

"Remember fuckdoll! Office bimbos work on all fours!" He explained with a sly smile.

No, no, no! Not again! This was going too far. I was ready to plead by now, but the look in his eyes immediately stopped me. There was no arguing with him. It was his way or the highway.

Looking at the tiles made me gulp. They were dirty and filthy. Plenty of men had walked in here with dirty shoes. It was so revolting it made me shudder. Every fiber of my body resisted kneeling down.

Still, I slowly dropped to my knees. Feeling the cold tiles through the flimsy fabric of my black seamed stockings made my skin crawl. Leaning forward and placing my bare hands on the dirty tiles, caused me to shudder in disgust. 

This was gross!

I could feel the dirt on my hands! I desperately wanted to shake the filth off my hands. Mustering all my will power, though, I remained in position.

Making matters worse, I felt my pinned-up, caramel skirt rise up over my bubble butt exposing my ass cheeks. Knowing what D-Rod expected of me, I didn't want him cooking up some more humiliating ideas. Resigned to my fate, I pulled my tits from my silky, black blouse letting them hang out.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 06



--Week 2 - Saturday--

It was Saturday morning, and I got woken up by the ring of my alarm clock. This wasn't my usual weekend routine as I preferred to sleep in. However, I was pretty sure that this wouldn't by a usual weekend anyways. D-Rod was coming by to take me to the shopping mall so I had to get ready. He hadn't said what he was planning to do there. Still, he hadn't left any room for doubt that I had to come along.

While the hot water was running down my body, I reminisced about the recent week. After D-Rod had turned me into Miss Ho-Worker and put me through two office dares, I had been out of town on a business trip for Thursday and Friday. To be honest, I had been glad about it. D-Rod's office escapades had been so daring they had left me emotionally drained, and I knew too well that they couldn't go well for long.

Despite my discomfort, I had continued following D-Rod's rules on the trip and taken a five minutes break every three hours. Locking myself in a toilet stall, I had called my intern on his cell phone and played with my clit while shamelessly moaning into the phone. He had never allowed me to cum, though, keeping me light-headed and aroused all the time. It had been more than frustrating as my senses had become super sensitive and every slight touch had started to turn me on, making it hard to concentrate on my job. 

This hypersensitivity was exactly what I was feeling now while standing under the shower. After two days of constant arousal, I was close to begging the arrogant macho to let me cum. I was so damn needy and close to going mad from the itching in my pussy. However, I definitely didn't want to grant my intern the kind of satisfaction of seeing me beg for an orgasm. 

I had barely stepped out of the shower when the bell was ringing. Only clad in my white bathrobe, I opened the door. It was D-Rod standing on my porch. He had changed almost beyond recognition. Instead of the formal, tucked in, button-down shirt and dark pants, he wore a pair of light, low-ride khaki pants and a white tank top that showed off his tattoos. He didn't look like an intern at a consulting firm at all. Instead, he looked like a Latino gangster.

To my surprise, he wasn't alone. Next to him stood his friend Garza, the short, stout guy I had met during D-Rod's car wash party last Friday. He was wearing low-ride khakis and a white tank top with an unbuttoned flannel shirt on top. Around his head, he had tied a black bandana. He looked even more like gangster than D-Rod. 

Right there in front of my door my Latin intern grabbed my heavy tits and began fondling them through the bathrobe. It made me bristle with anger, and my head turned red in shame, as much from his bluntness as the public disgrace. What if a neighbor saw it! Bad enough they might have seen two Latino gangbangers walking up to my house!

Quickly ushering him inside, I refrained from slapping his hands off my boobs. Honestly, I didn't even think about it. I was happy enough two get the two guys off my porch. Damnit! I was giving him free access to my assets without even questioning it.

"Strip off dem bathrobe." My intern instructed me as soon as the two guys had stepped into my house. "My putas ain't wearin' stuff like that. My putas are always naked in da house."

Without a word, I let the white bathrobe slip to the floor standing buck-naked in the middle of my doorway. I felt so embarrassed. Audaciously invading my home, these gangbangers only needed a few seconds to have me naked and at their service. How embarrassing!

Still, I couldn't resist D-Rod's domineering presence and the pent-up excitement reported back making my pussy jolt and lurch.

"Kneel on da floor 'n wait while we pick ya outfit, hot coug." The young Latino announced with an evil grin on his face.

Looking into his eyes, I complied and kneeled down obediently. Simple as that! A single order and he had me all pliable. D-Rod gave me a content nod before strolling into my bedroom with Garza at his side. A new wave of indignity washed over me as I knelt there on the floor. I felt like a piece of furniture while waiting for them to choose the right outfit for me. The humiliation mixed with a knotted stomach and a throbbing pussy at the anticipation of the imminent, naughty shenanigans.

I heard the two young guys rummaging around in my wardrobe and saw them throwing various pieces of clothing onto my bed. I didn't like the way they were taking possession over my things but didn't raise my voice. It was better to let D-Rod have his way, as long as he didn't get carried away.

"We ain't goin' to da office today. So no borin' business suits necessary." He shouted over to me while inspecting the clothes lying on my bed. "Finally, ya can dress like ya true self." 

This didn't ring well in my ears, but I didn't say a word and waited for D-Rod to make his choice. When the two Latinos walked back into my doorway, my intern threw two pieces of clothing onto the ground. Instantly, I knew that my worries had been right. He had purposefully chosen the clothes I would only wear on a night out. 

"Ya wana go out wearin' dem slutty shreds of clothin', don't cha?" D-Rod mocked me. "Bet it makes ya hot as fuck."

With that, he reached down and pushed his fingers against my slit. I gasped when I felt his rough touch to my oversensitive pussy. OMG! I was so excited already.

With a mocking smile, my intern held his hand in front of my face showing me the juices covering his fingers. I winced from the feeling of being such a cheap and easy tramp. Still, I obediently opened my mouth and started sucking my own juices off my intern's fingers without him needing to say a word. 

"Good lil hussy." D-Rod praised me for my efforts patting my head. "So we determined ya desperately wanna wear dem clothes. What cha wanna do to convince us to allow it, Miss Tease?"

I knew where he was going. The way he had worded it was still incredibly degrading. I had to earn the permission to wear this skimpy outfit. What a joke! Nothing could be further from the truth. Yet, nothing made my pussy throb harder.

"Please sir, may I suck your cock like a good slut?" I asked D-Rod looking up to him from my kneeling position. "May I drink your cum to earn my outfit?"

Obviously satisfied with my slut talk, the macho thug pulled his khaki-pants down and pulled his cock out. He laughed out loudly when he saw my reaction. Gosh! I must have looked eager beyond measure. It had only been two days, but seeing his big, hard cock again almost made me drool. I cursed myself for betraying me like that but only for a moment as all conscious thought was leaving me at the sight of his gorgeous, veiny dick. I motioned to grasp his hard shaft with my hand, but D-Rod swatted it away. 

"Did I allow dat?" He chided me. "No hands, lil hussy."

My intern took his cock in his hand and waved it from side to side chuckling when I followed it with my head. He pulled his long, curved cock up to his belly and stepped up to me. I thought he wanted me to lick his balls. Instead, he let his dick go. It snapped right into my face making me jump from surprise and earning me a round of mocking laughter. 

D-Rod and Garza took turns slapping their meat pipes against my cheeks and lips. Despite the degrading treatment, I freely offered my puckered lips to get cock slapped. I could barely breathe from excitement and lust. I had to get my hands on their cocks. 

"Please give me your cocks!" I finally blurted out in desperation.

D-Rod smiled at my total submission, kneeling buck-naked in my doorway getting cock slapped and begging to suck their dicks.

"Kiss our cocks first, Miss Tease." D-Rod ordered instead. "Show's how much ya wanna suck 'em. Show's how much of a cock whore ya're."

With a guy standing on each of my sides, I began to shower their cocks with kisses. I worked with a fervor giving their shafts loud, smacking kisses. I couldn't take it any longer. When I had completely coated both tools in kisses, I pretended it was their permission. Grasping each dick with a hand, I stuffed Garza's thick cockhead into my mouth. Moaning involuntarily, I acted and sounded like a total slut.

Taking turns bobbing on the two Latino cocks, I pushed more and more of their meat pipes into my mouth and gave myself a proper face fuck. They made me work hard for their cumloads, though. Especially Garza enjoyed toying with me making me groan in frustration when he pulled his cock out over and over again. Trailing his spit-covered shaft over my lips and cheeks, he coated my skin with my own drool.

"Ya love suckin' dem gangsta cocks, don't cha?" He teased me. "Ya get turned on suckin' da cocks of guys ya don't like. Hehehe! What a cock whore!"

Damnit! I cursed myself at how transparent my lust had become. He was right, though. The more I resented the arrogant jerks the more it turned me on to submit to them. 

"Fucking yes, I want to suck your cock all the time, sir!" I grunted frustrated with letting them toy with me so easily, yet more aroused than ever. "I wanna be your cock whore so bad!"

This new level of submission brought them both close to cumming. They slapped my hands off their cocks and took turns fucking my mouth. All I could do was to keep my mouth open and my lips clamped around their shafts while taking their face drilling. 

It wasn't enough to make them cum, however. When they pulled their cocks from my mouth, I mewled and pouted sulkily. I wanted their spunk! I had worked so hard to earn their jizz, hadn't I? 

Wanking their cocks in front of my face, the two young thugs delighted in my frustration. All I could do was to open my mouth and stick my tongue out like a dutiful slut while intently watching their hard dicks. 

They groaned and grunted when their orgasms hit them almost simultaneously. D-Rod aimed his cock at my open mouth and hit my tongue with his first jet of spunk. The next blasts shot into my mouth almost making me choke. By contrast, Garza aimed for my face. His initial load was so powerful that it splashed all over my forehead with the next spurts spraying my cheeks and nose. I felt like he was firing a glass full of jizz drenching every inch of my face. 

Obligingly, I swallowed D-Rod's salty cumload before licking any remnants of goo from their cocks. While I dutifully cleaned their meat pipes, I felt Garza's sticky sperm slowly trickling down my forehead making me feel even more like a slut.

With my duties fulfilled, D-Rod send me to the bathroom to clean myself up. It made me pout and sulk once again. I wanted to cum so badly! My head was already foggy with lust, and the day had barely started.

Could you believe that it had barely been half an hour since I had stepped out of the shower? In that short time, D-Rod and his buddy had turned my face into a right mess. While taking a quick shower, I couldn't help myself and rub my clit. All the time, my mind ran through the naughty event that had just happened. I felt my legs wobbling and the first signs of an orgasm swapping over me when I remembered D-Rod's rule. I wasn't allowed to cum without his permission. With a disappointed groan, I stopped fondling my pussy, which left me even more excited.

Stepping back into the doorway, D-Rod made me put on the outfit he had chosen before. He made me wear a short denim mini skirt with a broad flashy white belt and a tight white halter top. That was all, no bra, no panties. The top had criss cross sides and v-shaped criss cross straps in the front. The straps allowed an easy view of my cleavage and the criss cross style turned the top into a peep show with my ample rack as the main attraction. It made me feel kind of exposed. Another piece of clothing I had once bought on a whim to spice up my sex life with Nate and never worn after. My intern added white cage sandals with a 4" pointed heel to the outfit and instructed me to put on overly accentuated makeup with winged eyeliner and light red, frosted lipstick.

The whole outfit made me feel like a cougar on the hunt to bag a younger guy. The slutty top and short skirt were so blatantly inappropriate for a grown, respected woman like me it almost hurt! Every fiber in my body resisted the idea of walking out of the house dressed like that. What if my neighbors saw me? What if we ran into a colleague of mine at the mall? I should better not think about that!

Then again, the way D-Rod had 'slutted-up' my office outfits had excited me beyond measure. The way he had dressed me up all skanky now made my body tingle with excitement just as much. Strolling through the mall in this slutty dress would reinforce the effect. No matter, how humiliating it would feel it would be a thrill! A realization that was equally pleasing as displeasing.

D-Rod's trademark arrogant smirk told me that he was obviously pleased with his choice of clothes. He was ready to go. Without another word, he opened the door and walked out of my house. 

Stepping outside, I felt completely exposed as the thin white halter top and short denim mini skirt barely covered any skin. Here I was in my respectable community with my cleavage poking out, wearing neither bra nor panties, and flaunting my assets for everyone to see.

Fortunately, none of my neighbors was around when we walked over the front lawn to D-Rod's old, battered truck. They didn't see me in my cheap, skanky outfit and that was a good thing. I definitely preferred not to make the gossip factory work overtime. 

After a short ride, we arrived at the shopping mall. Fortunately, it was close to D-Rod's neighborhood and quite remote from the gated communities my colleagues lived in. It was an old, shabby mall that had seen better days. I would never go shopping in a place like this on my own. 

The moment I stepped out of the car and strutted over the parking lot, I was incredibly aware of my appearance. Passing a few couples on their way to their cars, they all stopped in their tracks when I stepped into their sight. The women threw catty derogative looks at me whereas the men ogled my assets.

"Don't cha forget. No polite business talk. It's all slut talk today." D-Rod reminded me before we stepped into the mall.

Fortunately, the mall wasn't very busy yet. Still, I stood out like a sore thumb, and in response, my face blushed in a deep shade of red. My outfit alone was enough to cause a stir. A grown woman dressed in a slutty revealing dress with two young Latinos in full gangster outfit at her side wasn't really a common sight. I was definitely the center of attention. 

I have always been a good-looking girl but never dressed as flashy and provocative before! It made me feel so self-conscious I almost wanted to hide in a dark corner. The more looks I received, though, the more my body reacted. Every leering gaze scraping over my tits or ass made my skin tingle in the exact spot and caused a jolt in my pussy. Unconsciously, I began arching my back to present my full boobs in all their glory yearning for more leering looks. 

Feeling like some real eye candy surprisingly made me more self-confident than ever. I had never relied on my looks to boost my self-confidence before. I was smart and educated with a powerful high-status position. I had always drawn my self-esteem from that. 

It was almost ridiculous. All these guys leering at me didn't care if I was well-educated or smart. All they cared about was catching a glimpse of my 'big, ole funbags' and 'phat barrio booty'. Yet, all this sleazy attention took my self-confidence to a whole new level.

D-Rod obviously had a plan where he wanted to shop. Grabbing my hand, he led the way with Garza on my other side. I was walking through the mall holding hands with a much younger Latino gangbanger. Even more, I looked like his little, stupid bimbo doll with all the makeup, thick frosted lipstick, tight revealing clothes, and high heels. I felt so foolish I couldn't even put it into words.

The two Latinos led me to several apparel stores browsing through the racks and picking clothes for me. 

"Goin' thru ya wardrobe, I didn't see no clothes suited for my barrio hoodrat." D-Rod told me. "Gotta change dat! Don't cha agree, Missy?" 

I bristled with revolt when hearing the nickname he used to call me in public.

"Yes baby!" I cooed nonetheless, forcing me to use my slut talk. "Dress me up to look good for my man."

D-Rod's announcement was enough to tie me up in knots. Seeing it put into action, though, left me with a huge lump in my throat. The two guys really lived up to the promise picking one daring outfit after the other. Time and again, they pulled out an item of clothing and held it in front of me to see if it fit. Putting some of them back, they hung most pieces over my arms. 

All the while, I had to stand next to them not being allowed to choose any clothes myself. Once again, I felt totally stupid and left out. I was nothing but their dress-up doll trying out one outfit after the other. Not enough that I didn't have a say in which outfits to buy, I also had to pay for all of them.

When I had just put on a new outfit, D-Rod surprised me by popping his head through the curtain of the changing cubicle. 

"Don't cha forget 'em rules, Miss Tease!" He told me. "Ya gotta play wit yaself witout cummin' every hour. It's time right now!"

I looked at him taken aback. I hadn't thought about his stupid rules at all. Damnit! We were in a store! We were in public! 

"Of course baby. Silly me! I totally forgot." I responded before thinking about it.

Although cringing from my ridiculous slut talk, I dutifully pulled my cell phone from my purse and started the counter. After just having put on a red mini skirt, I hiked it up to my hips and spread my legs wide. All the while, my intern remained in place with his head through the curtain.

The next five minutes, I rubbed my clit with my right hand while pushing two fingers of my left hand in and out of my pussy. All the time, I tried my best not to start groaning. I heard people walking past the changing cubicle. Two women stepped into the cubicles on each side, chatting about the newest gossip at their workplace. They were basically talking over my head while I was masturbating! It was so dirty! It made my heart beat in my throat while my thighs began trembling and my pussy quivered from the touch.

"Everything OK?" I heard a saleswoman asking D-Rod.

It made me panic. My heart was in my mouth. What if the saleswoman ushered D-Rod away and checked out what was going on inside the cubicle? How embarrassing!

Mercifully, D-Rod's face disappeared as he quickly involved the saleswoman in a chat. He told her some bullshit lie about his girlfriend being indecisive about which outfits to choose. Al the while, I got back to dutifully rubbing my clit and fingerfucking my greedy pussy. This was feeling so good! Despite my surroundings, I was so wet my fingers were almost drenched with my fluids. I was getting close. Shutting my eyes, I pushed my head back and let out a low moan. I just couldn't help it! 

My eyes snapped open and my face flushed red when I heard myself groaning so blatantly in a store. What if the saleswoman had heard it? What if the other costumers had heard it? For a few moments, I listened carefully. The two women kept up their gossiping while the saleswoman continued chatting with D-Rod as if nothing had happened.

Just then, the alarm went off. The five minutes were over. I couldn't tell if I was happy or sad about it, though. It left me totally on the edge. The public humiliation and my slutty appearance were getting to my head. I wanted to cum so badly but knew that I wasn't allowed to.

After buying several outfits in the store, the two Latino gangbangers took me to a shoe store. It was even more degrading as we were getting attended upon by a young salesgirl. I can't even describe the condescending looks she shot at me when the two young thugs took over the sales talk while I remained silent. My face must have been crimson from shame! 




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 06



The guys picked a pair of slutty, clear, open-toed platform heels which could only be described as 'stripper heels'. They were real ankle breakers with a 6" heel and 2" platform. When walking a circuit in the store, I instantly got a cramp in my lower legs. To be honest, I was staggering rather than walking and almost fell to my face.

"Sum lil ditz cha're, huh?" D-Rod commented on my wobbly gait. "Guess ya need sum trainin', Missy." 

"Clumsy me!" I forced myself to say in response. "Sorry baby. Let me walk some circuits to get the hang of it."

I cringed at D-Rod's comment and winced even more when I noticed the salesgirl's open-mouthed reaction. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This young boy in his gangster outfit was talking to an older, mature woman in an absolutely condescending way and not only did the woman go along with it, her response also made her sound like a silly bimbo. 

Trying to avoid the salesgirl's gaze as best as I could, I walked several circuits until I was slowly getting steady on my feet. Until I got the hang of it, though, it must have looked more than comical as I got close to falling on my face a few times. Finally, I was strutting in front of D-Rod and Garza, or rather, I sashayed through the shoe store. That is probably the best way to say it.

The enormously high platform heels had an immediate effect. I felt like I was walking around with a vendor's tray, peddling my assets. My hips swayed from side to side and my big, heavy titties got pushed out. I felt like such a slut. I felt so confident! I couldn't even refrain from looking at the salesgirl with a provocatively raised eyebrow. 

"Dem heels suit cha perfectly, Missy. Keep 'em on." 

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him with mouth agape from surprise. I already looked like a total slut in my skimpy clothes. With these platform heels, I would look like an absolute bimbo. I shot him a glare that quickly turned into a pleading look. But to no avail. A few minutes later, I tottered out of the shoe store wearing my new 6" clear platform heels on my feet and red cheeks on my face.

"Got da bases covered, Miss Tease." D-Rod exclaimed in front of the store. "Time for da final touches."

"Time for ya to make a choice, Missy." He addressed me. "A true slut needs to look good for her man, right. So I got 6 improvements for ya. Geddit, lil hussy?"

"First, ya get sum long, fake fingernails to look like my private pornstar. Second, ya get sum big hoop earrings to look all chola-style for ya man. Third, ya get sum piercings to look all glittery. Fourth, ya get a fake spray tan to look all tasty. Fifth, ya get cha hair bleached blonde to look like my personal bimbo. Sixth, ya get sum collar 'n leash to look like my obedient fuck pet."

Once again, I was left totally dumbfounded by D-Rod's nasty ideas. I must have looked like I had seen a ghost. At least, the two guys couldn't stop laughing about the face I made.

He couldn't be serious. He wanted me to completely change my appearance, not only my outfits. Fake fingernails? Bleached blonde hair? I couldn't hide that at the office! I couldn't explain it away to my colleagues! No way, I could do that! 

"As I said, it's ya choice, Missy." D-Rod chuckled. "Ya gotta pick 3 outta dem 6."

Pheww! I almost felt relieved by that restriction. Nonetheless, it remained an incredibly presumptuous order. I didn't want to change my looks! Not in such humiliating ways! Not in such permanent ways!

I noticed the two Latino gang members looking at me expectantly. I knew that I had to make a decision. I also knew that I wouldn't get around it. I wanted to plead and beg but D-Rod wouldn't relent. He would only get annoyed with my complaining and dish out some nasty punishment. I definitely wanted to avoid that.

Standing in the mall, I felt so helpless. Combined with the anticipation of doing something so slutty, it turned me on tremendously. My mind was reeling, my stomach churning, and my pussy quivering. Each 'improvement', as D-Rod had put it so arrogantly, was bad in its own way. A business exec couldn't wear some tacky hoop earrings and long, fake fingernails! It would feel embarrassing and heat up the rumor mill at work, but I could get away with it. On the other hand, there was no way I would ever get my hair bleached blonde like some dumb bimbo slut or get some pussy piercings!

"I... I... choose..." I started stammering. 

"Please Sir Da-Rod, let your MILF hussy get a nice manicure and spray tan to look all sexy for you." I finally blurted out, my pussy lurching with every 'improvement' I chose. "Please baby, let me buy some big hoop earrings so I look like a real barrio hoodrat for you."

I disliked the decisions as soon as I had made them. Still, it were the lesser three of the six evils.

"So be it!" D-Rod simply replied, turned around and headed down the mall.

Once again, I felt a pang of humiliation with my intern making me an active part in my degradation. I had made the decision. I had to live with it.

On our way to the beauty salon, the two Latinos walked on each side of me. Suddenly, I felt Garza putting his hand around my back, making me flinch from the unexpected touch. This was worse than holding hands! It made us look like a lovestruck couple - the highly educated business exec and the rough gangbanger newly enamored. However, I realized that the other shoppers saw a different picture - the dolled-up, MILF and the young Latino.

I flinched even more when I felt Garza's hand sliding down to my ass. He was resting his hand on my ass cheek! I hastily slapped it away and nervously looked over my shoulder to check if anyone had seen it. I looked right at an elder, grey-haired man with his eyes glued to my butt. He didn't stop staring until his wife poked him in the side and dragged him away. Not before giving me a condescending glare.

"What a dirty slut! Probably on her way to get pimped out by those thugs!"' I heard her muttering under her breath, turning my cheeks crimson.

As soon as I had slapped Garza's hand away, though, I felt D-Rod reaching for my ass. He was running his hand over my butt cheeks. I reached back to slap it away, too, but stopped myself. I didn't have the guts to do it. Instead, I pleadingly looked at my intern only to earn a shit-eating grin in response.

Then I stopped in my tracks.

I felt a cold breeze on my ass! D-Rod had grabbed the hem of my denim mini skirt and pulled it up. Blood shot into my head when I realized that my butt was exposed for everyone to see!

In panic, I looked all over the place. I saw a fat, middle-aged man dropping his shopping bag in surprise. He didn't even pick it up, leering at my naked ass instead. My stomach was doing cartwheels and my nerves were raw. 

D-Rod only held my skirt up for about a minute. Still, it was enough for me to count four guys shooting lecherous gazes at me and two women giving me looks full of distaste. My face was hot with shame. 

I needed time to recover my composure while the two Latinos proceeded walking down the mall as if nothing had happened. Somehow, I found myself wanting more women to give me disgusted looks, call me names, sneer at me, and chide me under their breath. There was a disgusting pang of lust in my pussy at the imagination, and I realized that it was strangely part of the turn-on. I almost yearned for D-Rod to expose me again while I continued tottering in between the two young gangsters. 

Finally, we reached the beauty salon. The guys decided to have a smoke instead of accompanying me inside. 

"Remember Missy, it's ya decision 'bout 'em color 'n design." D-Rod reminded me before strolling away. "Bettah make me proud, though."

An hour later, I stepped back out of the beauty salon, feeling like a totally different person. The beautician had taken me for some stupid bimbo in my slutty outfit and explained the whole procedure as if I was some dim-witted, small child. Somehow, though, I hadn't been in the mood to convince her of the opposite letting her keep her impression.

Before choosing a certain color and design, I had looked at all the pictures of different nail styles and gotten uncertain about it all. What did D-Rod expect? How slutty did he want his office pet to go? 

I couldn't go too far without endangering my position in the consulting firm. Looking for a middle way, I opted for simple French nails with white tips, which were a bit longer than appropriate for a business lady. On a whim, however, I wanted to make sure that D-Rod was pleased so I added some poppy, sparkling nail art. 

With the manicure finished, I realized that the stylish nail art made the long, clunky French nails look really flashy and showy. It looked a lot more flossy and porno than I had intended initially. 

The two Latinos were waiting for me outside the store. Of course, I had to present my new, fake fingernails for them to inspect right in the middle of the hallway. Another public display that made me feel like a stupid, cheap tramp.

"Hm, dem poppy nail art definitely screams pornstar. Hehehe!" Garza commented on my manicure and D-Rod nodded in affirmation.

Well, obviously, I had made a choice to their satisfaction. At least, I hadn't been all in vain. 

With the second improvement accomplished, we went off to a jeweler to buy some tacky earrings for me. Once again, Garza put his arm around my waist pulling me close to him. I didn't resist.

On our way, Garza stopped to take a look into a shop window. D-Rod used that moment to reach to the front of my white halter top. He quickly grabbed the criss cross strap and pulled it open. He was too fast for me to react. Before I even realized what was happening, the v-shaped cleavage opened up wide and my braless titties almost toppled out.

Gosh! It looked so obscene! With the straps open, there was barely any support for my big, ole funbags and my tit meat spilled out into the gap. The cleavage was open so wide that my left nipple popped out! I felt like I was dying of shame and wished nothing more than the ground to swallow me up.

Hastily, I pulled my hands up to cover my tits, but the two Latinos stopped my motion. They grabbed an arm each and held it down until I let them dangle at my sides on my own. It left me totally exposed without a chance to cover up.

A group of four young skater boys stopped in front of me. They pointed at my exposed juggs and whispered to each other. All the time, Garza and D-Rod continued doing their window shopping, leaving me no other choice than to stand next to them while flaunting my assets. 

The skaters started wolf-whistling and noisily discussing my 'massive fleshcans' as one of the boys liked to call my tits. They even made bets of who had better chances to pick me up. 

Of course, their loud chatter caught the attention of the other shoppers. I lost count of all the leering looks and deprecating headshakes that rained down on me while I flashed a fake smile.

Fuck! Could my face burn any fierier with shame? I guess not. 

At least, I got my secret wish of revolted looks and derisive sneers from women, I sarcastically thought to myself while my pussy jolted mercilessly with each new joke the skater boys cracked about me. 

Gosh! Could my body tingle even more with lust? I guess not.

Once again, D-Rod only had me standing in public with my 'massive fleshcans' exposed for a few minutes. Still, it felt like ages to me. When he finally ordered me to turn to the shop window and tie my front strap back up, I was close to cumming from the sheer exposure alone.

The rest of the way to the jeweler, I couldn't help but squeeze my legs and sway my hips with every step. I was so horny. The way my intern exposed me and toyed with me in public perfectly played into my exhibitionistic nature. It pushed all my buttons, leaving me yearning for more.

Once again, D-Rod took over control in the jewelry shop and decided on which jewelry I had to buy. By now, this made my pussy tingle even harder. I wanted him to decide how I looked best for him. After all, my purpose was to look good for my man and not make any decisions, right?

D-Rod chose several different types of hoop earrings. A silver pair with extra large hoops, another pair with glittery rhinestones, a silver pair in the shape of a heart and a golden pair with double hoops. He also picked matching necklaces, and a bunch of tacky silver bangles.

Just as my intern had done in the shoe store, he ordered me to keep on wearing several pieces of the new jewelry. He picked the silver pair of heart shaped earrings and six silver bangles on each wrist that made me look especially whorish. Of course, it goes without saying that I had to pay for all the jewelry. 

On our way to the tanning salon, the silver bangles were clanking in rhythm with my clear platform heels clicking on the floor. Yay! Not only did I look like a total bimbo slut, I also sounded like one.

"Ooohhh!" I suddenly yelped when I stumbled on my platform heels. 

Instead of steadying me, D-Rod gave me a push from the side. Losing my footing, I tumbled right into the middle of a group of five men. They looked like a bunch of grad school nerds in their mid-twenties wearing thick glasses and tucked-in t-shirts with silly slogans. Overall, they gave the impression as if they hadn't touched a girl in ages. 

In an attempt to keep myself from falling, I grabbed hold of a guy's shoulder. He stood out from the group as he wore a long, greasy ponytail and a black heavy metal shirt. When he turned around in surprise, my barely clad boobs scraped along his chest. Still stumbling on my sky-high platform heels, I bent forward causing my denim mini skirt to ride up and letting me feel a rush of air on my naked butt. 

Bumping into him, the metal fan grabbed my shoulders to steady me. To my surprise, he made full use of the situation, pressing my big soft funbags tightly against his chest. I felt my rock hard nipples pushing against him, which made me grunt lewdly. Although the headbanger looked greasy as hell, I didn't move. Damn, it felt too good! Finally, I was getting some touch to my tingling body. 

Unfortunately, though, the awkward position offered his nerdy friends a perfect view of my naked, pantyless ass. Of course, they made full use of it and unabashedly leered at my butt. I guess all men are the same, no matter if their thugs, nerds, or handymen. Noticing their leers, I quickly steadied myself. I didn't want to make a scene! At least, I didn't want to make it worse than it was. 

All the while, the long-haired headbanger held me in my bent over position. Before I could grab my skirt and pull it back down over my ass, his four nerdy friends grabbed their chance and walked 'oh so casually' past my back. Each one unobtrusively brushed his hand against my exposed pussy when passing by.

"Mmmmph!... Mmmmph!.. Mmmmph!" I grunted under my breath when I felt their touch to my wet slit.

I did my best to suppress my moans but felt a wave of indignation when the nerds noticed the wetness of my cunt. Hastily, I apologized without even looking at the long-haired headbanger and stepped out of the group. 

As I continued my way down the mall with D-Rod and Garza at my sides, I heard the five nerds snickering and high-fiving each other. OMG! By now, I had gotten exposed to a bunch of Latino gangbangers, hip skater boys, and geeky nerds on this simple trip to the mall. I had become a MILF slut for any kind of younger boys, hadn't I?

When we reached the tanning salon, D-Rod and Garza decided to accompany me inside. Approaching the female tanning consultant, my intern assumed the sales talk once again, letting me silently stand next to him like his stupid, obedient slut.

The sales talk made me gasp, though. D-Rod wasn't going for a simple tan. Instead, he picked out some tan tattoos for me! Was there anything more skanky? 

The Latin macho picked a tattoo in the shape of a big bow with the end of the broad ribbon sloping down. Overall, it was quite large and looked tacky as hell.

"Perfect as a tramp stamp, ain't it?" He asked Garza.

'No! It's not!' I wanted to shout but only let out a loud grunt of frustration. My intern was about to give me a tramp stamp. He was about to transform my body into the picture of a cheap tramp!

I wanted to protest so badly but I couldn't. After all, I had chosen the spray tan. It was tacky but it wasn't permanent and it would be covered up at work. At least, that is how I tried to rationalize it.

I was in for another surprise, though. D-Rod wanted me to get another tan tattoo. The salon didn't have a template or sticker for it, however. Nonetheless, my intern easily knew how to provide help as he simply pointed to a tattoo on his muscular upper arm.

This time, I couldn't help but object. I grabbed his arm and begged. I didn't even care if the female tanning consultant was hearing me talk in such a submissive way or not.

"Please sir, not that! It's too much! I chose a spray tan, not some tan tattoos."

"Don't you want your girl to look tasty for you, baby. All flawless and immaculate!" I cooed trying my best to convince him.

D-Rod wasn't having any of my revolt, though. He simply reached under my tiny denim mini skirt from behind and brushed his fingers along my slit. My legs were instantly wobbling. 

"Ooohhh! Mmmph!" I groaned from the touch.

It felt so good. I could have cum right there on the spot. The electric jolts of pleasure exploding in my pussy were wreaking havoc inside me. I didn't even care that the tanning consultant was seeing me like that.

"Ya want mo' of dat?" D-Rod whispered into my ear. "Ya bettah beg me for another tan tattoo."

With that, his fingers were gone from my cunt. I groaned in disappointment. I wanted more! I needed his glorious cock so much. I needed him to fuck me and let me suck his big, gorgeous dick.

"Please Sir Da-Rod, let me have that tan tattoo. Mark me as your gang ho! I'm so proud to be allowed to wear your gang sign, baby!" I pathetically cooed, mindless from lust. 

"Who can object to dat!" D-Rod replied cockily. "It goes right above ya cunt. Don't cha like dat, Missy?"

Once again, he pushed his hand under my skirt and brushed his fingers along my slit.

"Yaaayyy!" I partly cheered and partly moaned in response. 

Can you believe it? D-Rod was about to brand me as his gang ho. At least, for the rest of his internship. It left me woozy from humiliation and embarrassment. I didn't think I could get any more aroused.

All the time during our conversation, the female tanning consultant was watching my humiliation. It didn't matter anymore. A part of me wanted D-Rod to grab me, bend me over the counter, and fuck my pussy right in front of her so she could watch in disgust and call me a cheap and nasty whore. Damnit! My arousal was getting to my head.

Biting my lips, however, I had to watch how the woman made the sticker - the three letters 'LGZ' in old English lettering. Then she led me into a booth that looked kind of like a shower and gave me a smug look while watching me undress. Standing totally naked in front of this fully-dressed woman made me feel so low and worthless, but letting her apply the bow tattoo sticker to my lower back and the 'LGZ' gang sign to my crotch was even worse. I winced each time she applied a sticker to my skin and gasped when my pussy lurched the same moment. 

I felt more than vulnerable when she finally took the spray gun and sprayed my body. She repeated the procedure three times, and each time, my skin took on a darker shade. Stepping out of the booth, I checked myself in the mirror. D-Rod had picked a color level that didn't look too orange or too fake. Instead, my skin gleamed in a nice bronze tan that looked really tasty. 

Turning around, however, I gasped loudly. The moment, I saw the pale bow stamp on my lower back, I had to struggle to keep my composure. It was larger than expected and prominently visible. The knot was directly above the top of my ass crack almost reaching from hip to hip and the ribbon spread down to cover the upper half of my ass cheeks. As my white, halter top was really short, it got exposed with every move. 




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 06



Whatever I was about to wear the next weeks, the bow tattoo would be visible whenever there was a gap between my top and skirt. I had to be cautious of every move! 

The tacky gang sign on my crotch didn't make me feel much better. At least, it wasn't visible at first sight. Still, I only had to pull my skirt down a few inches to reveal it. 

Although the tan tattoos looked extremely skanky and made me feel like a whore, they caused another weird sensation. D-Rod's dominance had reached another level. He had officially marked me as his fuckdoll and 'LGZ' gang ho for the rest of his internship now. Somehow, that made me feel like I had to reciprocate the gesture. After all, not every random slut got her own marks, right? 

The three 'improvements' I had chosen had sounded like minor deals. Yet, these small changes had a dramatic effect. The long fake sparkly French nails, the bronze spray tan, and the skanky tan tattoos not only made me look like a cheap bimbo, they also made me feel like D-Rod's owned fuckdoll. 

All the shopping had left me pumped and horny. It was so naughty but also so radically different to my usual shopping routine that it put me in a sensual frenzy! In the heat of the moment, I almost asked for another improvement. 

With our shopping done, however, D-Rod headed to the exit. My bronze skin gleamed contrasting with my pale bow tattoo, my fake nails sparkled, and my sky-high platform heels clicked on the floor. I couldn't have looked more like a bimbo slut! It made me arch my back and push my juicy juggs into everybody's face voluntarily.

Sitting back in D-Rod's truck, I was giddy with excitement! It was time to head home and get my pussy fucked. The thought alone almost made me drool. 

Surprisingly, D-Rod let me drive his old, rusty truck. With my mind clouded from arousal, I didn't really give it much of a thought. My brain had shut down, giving in to the sensual thrill. I was about to discover the reason why quite soon anyways. Why not enjoying the moment and letting D-Rod worry about the details.

My intern guided me to his barrio's food concourse, the local street lined with fast food restaurants. We lined up to the drive-thru of a taco joint. With only one car left in front of us, D-Rod came up with a new surprise.

"Here we go Miss Tease! Open da straps of ya top." He told me. "Give dem poor bastard of a worker sumpin' to see."

My public disgrace wasn't over. I tried glowering at him but couldn't really be mad. 

"Awww! C'mon Missy, ya know ya want it." D-Rod teased me.

Once again, he reached between my legs and slightly brushed my pussy, making me groan out loud. He was right. In my lustful fog, the thought of some fast food worker seeing my naked tits was as naughty as intoxicating. Honestly, I was yearning for the employee's leering looks down my cleavage.

Still, I was over-anxious and my stomach churned. After all, this was a public place in broad daylight! With trembling fingers, I grabbed the front strap and pulled on it. The v-shaped cleavage opened up, and my tit meat flopped into freedom. 

"Shake dem fat fleshcans for us, lil hussy." D-Rod ordered.

Obediently, I did as told and moved my shoulders to make my big, ole funbags bounce. I wasn't even allowed to use my hands in my own exposure! I had to make my titties hop out of the top on their own. The shaking had the intended effect, though, as more and more of my tit flesh slipped out of its confines. D-Rod didn't let me stop before both nipples were prominently visible, just in time when the car in front of us drove off. 

"Get goin', fuckdoll!" D-Rod instructed me when I didn't move.

His command made me jump in my nervous state. I could almost feel my heart leaping out of my chest. The moment had come, and I didn't even know if the fast food worker would be a man or woman! It didn't matter anyways. It was my job to perform the task and not to think about it. 

Driving up to the window, I noticed the guy behind the window. It was a Latino that was older than me. His eyes almost popped out when he saw me with my juggs exposed. His gaze instantly went to my tits, and he didn't even listen to my order. 

The Latin fast food worker didn't make any effort to hide his leering or disguise what he was doing. He didn't say anything or hand over a bag with food either. There was no other way to say it: He simply stared at my tits! 

HOOT

HOOT

The customers in the cars behind us were getting antsy. 

"Errr... hello! Could you give me the food?" I addressed the employee trying to guide his gaze up to my face.

"Tsktsktsk. Dat's no attitude for a slut, Missy." D-Rod chided me. "Apologize for bein' so rude 'n interruptin' da guy. Ya should bettah thank him for payin' so much attention to ya assets. At least, he recognized what cha worth!"

I flinched at my intern's degrading comment but was too lost in subspace. The leering looks were such an immense turn on that I didn't want them to stop. Instead, I started shaking my shoulders to make my big, ole funbags bounce and jiggle for the Latin worker.

HOOT

HOOT

We had to get going before we caused a real stir. What if the other customers stepped out of their cars and walked up to me? What if the manager became aware of the situation? What if someone called the cops, and I got busted for lewd conduct?

"I'm sorry, sir. I apologize for being so rude. Thank you sir for taking notice of my assets. It's all the talents I got." I degraded myself for the Latinos' amusement.

While D-Rod and Garza laughed their asses off inside the truck, the employee finally snapped back into reality and handed me the bag.

"Great tatas you got there." He praised my boobs while I sped off.

D-Rod made me stop on the parking lot of the taco joint, which was kind of strange as we had just used the drive-thru. I guess it was simply for my humiliation.

"Don't cha think da guy deserves mo' than a look." D-Rod asked me while munching on his taco.

"Thang is, Checo's one of our 'LGZ' homies, ya know." Garza chipped in with his mouth full. "What cha think's ya role as our gang ho, huh?"

I almost choked when hearing that. I felt so stupid. I hadn't thought about 'my role' at all. 

"It's pretty simple, Missy." D-Rod explained. "Any slut marked as our gang ho gotta offer her fuckholes to all our homies at all times."

"A homie says spread 'n all cha say's how wide. A homie says bend 'n all cha say's how deep. Gettit, barrio hoodrat?" Garza arrogantly embellished the story.

OMG! I had to be freely available to any gang member! This was so nasty. This was so degrading! Yet, it made me feel so subservient. Not only did I have to be at D-Rod's disposal all the time, I also had to be available for all his gang homies now, no matter if he was around or not.

"Gotta make cha look like a proper 'LGZ Ho' first, though." D-Rod interrupted my train of thoughts.

"Strip off dat top 'n wear dem bandana instead." He ordered while Garza untied the black bandana he was wearing around his head and handed it over to me.

Holding the black scrap of cloth in my hand, I was at a loss of words. My stomach did cartwheels of knotted nerves. Actually, I felt physically sick for a moment. 

"I can't wear this in public. It doesn't hide anything! What if I get arrested for lewd conduct?" I finally found my voice back.

The two guys only chuckled in response, though.

"Don't cha worry. It's our barrio. Ya safe as long as an 'LGZ' member's 'round." D-Rod reassured me.

It didn't really calm my nerves, however. It was still such a lewd task. Indecisively, I sat in the truck, not moving at all.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned all in a sudden when D-Rod pushed a finger straight into my soaked pussy.

"Don't cha play da prim 'n proper lady now!" He chided me. "We all know dem thought alone makes ya hot as fuck, Missy."

Out of nowhere, the macho thug pulled his cock from his khaki pants and waved it in front of my face. I couldn't stop staring at the big, hard, veiny shaft. It had an almost hypnotizing effect on me. 

"Ya want my cock, don't cha?" He taunted me. "Don't deny it! Yo eyes basically lit up when cha saw it."

He was right. I couldn't deny any of it. Boy! Had my lust become transparent! The arrogant macho knew exactly how to toy with me. 

"Ya go 'n serve Checo wearin' dat bandana 'n ya'll get plenty of my cock stuffin' ya greedy holes, lil hussy." D-Rod spurred me on.

My mouth was almost drooling at the sight of his cock. I wanted to grab his meat pole and slide my hand up and down his glorious shaft so badly. He had me over the barrel. I knew that I wouldn't get any release for the day if I didn't go along with his dirty dare. 

So I did it.

Hastily, I slipped the white halter top over my head, letting my big, soft boobs pop into freedom. Then I folded the black bandana into a triangle and tied it behind my back. Gazing down my body, it looked obscene. The bandana top barely covered my tits. It hung down my fat fleshcans in triangle form, only just covering my nipples and leaving my cleavage totally exposed. My flesh mounds basically poked everybody in the eye. 

The two Latino thugs gave me a round of applause when I stepped out of the truck. They didn't follow me, though, leaving me alone to my destiny.

Here I was standing on the parking lot of a dingy taco joint in a rough ghetto neighborhood dressed as a hooker with my black bandana top, tiny denim mini skirt, and sky-high clear platform heels. Not only did I look like a cheap streetwalker, I also felt the part. 

As quickly as my heels allowed, I strode over the parking lot. My juggs swayed obscenely and my flesh orbs got close to tumbling out of the top with every step. The fabric barely remained above my areolas. The weight of my 36c boobs caused the bandana to dangle low and my tit meat hung out everywhere. The sides of my boobs were clearly visible to everyone.

My palms were damp and my mouth was dry in anxiety. I wasn't confident at all that I could manage to address the guy. My heart thumped in time with the clacks of my platform heels on the concrete. I was such a mental mess. 

I didn't want to do this! Yet, I wanted the thrill of excitement that came along!

For a moment, I stopped in front of the glass door. It was such a major step to throw myself at a total stranger simply because he was a member of the right gang. Waiting outside didn't make the situation any better, though. Cars passed by seeing me dressed like a hooker. The longer I waited the more people would see me. What if a bunch of 'LGZ' gang members drove by and noticed me? I would have to serve them, too!

HOOT

A truck honked and stopped next to me.

"How much for dat pussy, ho?" The driver asked while leaning out of the window. 

His question made me jump. The realization that he had addressed me as a streetwalker also gave my pussy a jolt. Involuntarily, I wiggled my butt for him.

"Sorry, honey! Already taken! Maybe later." I purred on impulse.

Boy! Did I slip into hooker mode easily! It drove me back into subspace and shut down my mind. All objections got drowned out and my excitement prevailed.

With a naughty smile on my face, I finally stepped into the taco joint and walked in front of the counter. The fast food restaurant was quite empty with only two tables occupied. A group of two middle-aged Latin couples was sitting at one table and two young Latinos were sitting at the other.

Of course, my entrance didn't remain unnoticed. I could feel six pairs of eyes burning into my naked back and leering at my barely covered ass. Standing at the counter, I fixed my gaze on the ground. I couldn't look up as I was too ashamed.

"Uhum!"

I finally raised my eyes when I heard the worker harrumphing to get my attention. With glowing cheeks, I looked up and was relieved to see the guy from the drive-thru window. At least, I didn't have to explain why I wanted to get served by him exclusively.

"Hi baby!" I cooed forcing a smile on my face while using my dirty slut talk. "I wanted to say thank you again, you know, in person. That was so sweet of you.

"What cha want?" The Latino asked brusquely, quizzically looking at me. "Ain't got no time for this bullshit."

"Awww, honey!" I continued purring seductively. "It's no bullshit. I'll make it worth your while. I promise, baby." 

Continuing my slut talk, I simply hoped none of the other guests would hear me. It sounded as stupid as it felt. I couldn't stop now, though. I hadn't reached my goal yet.

"My man told me you're a 'Gandalla', aren't you." I said cutting right to the hardest part. 

Grabbing the hem of my denim mini skirt, I pulled it slightly down. Deep enough to reveal my fresh 'LGZ' tan tattoo.

"I'm D-Rod's bitch, 'n I got a special treat for all his homies. You see, baby?" I asked him.

The moment, Checo saw the gang sign on my crotch, his eyes lit up and a knowing smile spread across his face.

"My, my! Look at dat! D-Rod snatched up sum hot-ass MILF there, didn't he?" He chuckled.

Nervously shifting from one foot to the other, I hoped to get out of the limelight as quickly as possible. The customers were still staring at my backside, and slowly, they got curious about what was going on at the counter. Checo didn't seem to mind me standing there, however. By contrast, he seemed to savor every second of it. 

At least, it gave me time to check out the Latino gangbanger. He was probably in his fourties with a rough and raddled appearance. Sporting a goatie and black, gelled back hair gave him a stern look. The ink on his knuckles told me that he had probably spent some time in jail. Definitely not a guy I would chat up on my own.

"Why don't you take me somewhere else 'n let me show you my gratitude, baby?" I almost pleaded with him.

"Oh, ya gotta buy sumfin' first befo' we get to dat, ya lil barrio biatch." He brusquely replied. "Dis is a restaurant after all, ya know?" 

Fuck! I had to buy something to be allowed to serve him! I had to pay to suck him off! This was so degrading. Anyhow, there was nothing else for me to do, so I quickly bought some fries.

"Bet cha wanna take a quick cig til I bring ya dem fries, don't cha?" He asked me after taking my order.

"Ya'll kneel at da backdoor when I come out, biatch! Ripe 'n ready!" He whispered to me before turning around and walking away.

I was standing alone in front of the counter in a grotty, dingy fast food joint getting ordered to kneel in the back alley by a guy I had met only minutes before. Un-fucking-believable!

Although I didn't smoke, I followed the rude gangbanger's suggestion and tottered out of the restaurant. Walking round the building, I got to a small backyard shielded from the street by two walls. A bunch of dirty trashcans and rusty dumpsters was lined up along the walls. It looked filthy and messy, but at least, it was out of sight from the street and the restaurant. 

The place looked so shoddy it was revolting. With all the garbage littering the concrete, there wasn't much space next to the trashcans. My knees were trembling when I kneeled down with the backdoor in front of me, a dumpster in my back and a couple of trashcans on each side, doing my best not to touch anything.

The Latino thug let me wait for a good five minutes. All the time, I obediently knelt on the ground with my arms behind my back. The grimy garbage around me made my flesh crawl and it got worse when I noticed the yucky smell of rotting food. With every passing minute, I was getting more anxious and disgusted. 

Letting me wait in this position was another part of proving the control the gang had over me. I felt completely helpless but also incredibly submissive. A cocktail that only made me hornier.

Finally, the backdoor opened and Checo stepped out, holding a bag of fries in his hand. 

"Look what we got here. A cheap ho waitin' for her meal." He mocked me when he saw me kneeling there. "What cha doin' here, barrio biatch?"

"Your gang ho's waiting for you, sir." I dutifully replied feeling all obediently. "Your barrio hoodrat is here to serve you 'n suck your cock, sir." 

To emphasize my point, I opened my mouth wide to symbolize how I was offering him free access to my holes. He handed me the bag of fries and told me to hold it for him. I felt so stupid kneeling there in the dirt with a helping of fries in my hands. 

"Keep dat kisser open for me 'n stick out dat tongue, fuckin' puta." The rude gangbanger told me. 

Obeying instantly, I pushed my tongue out of my mouth as far as it would go. Here I was kneeling on the messy concrete in this submissive posture like a puppy dog. With my tongue hanging out of my mouth, I must have looked totally stupid.

With his hands free, Checo slowly pulled on the black bandana, completely exposing my tits in public. I didn't dare moving. The guy looked like a brutal, hardened gangster who had spent some time in jail. Unlike D-Rod, there was nothing playful about him. He meant business, which totally intimidated me. Hell! He scared the shit out of me to put it bluntly. 

"Like what you see? Like my big, ole funbags?" I purred to ease the tension using the term my colleague had given me in the office restroom.

SLAP

"Ooowww!" I wailed when Checo slapped me harshly across the face making my right cheek burn.

"Did I allow ya to push dat tongue in, puta?" He chided me.

Fuck! In my haste to seduce the fast food worker, I had totally forgotten about his instruction and pushed my tongue inside before talking. Hastily, I opened my mouth back up and pushed my tongue out wide.

Checo nodded contentedly and pulled a cigarette pack from his pants. As if he had all the time in the world, he started smoking a cig with relish. Leaning against the backdoor, he let me kneel in between the garbage and trashcans like his little puppy. With every passing second in this degrading position, I felt more stupid and comical. 

While watching the rough thug smoke, I realized the mean thing about my posture. With my tongue hanging out all this time, my mouth slowly started filling with saliva. As I didn't dare pushing my tongue in another time, I couldn't swallow. All I could do was to wait until my spit started dribbling out of my mouth.

Watching me drivel all over my heavy, teardrop-shaped boobs must have been exactly what Checo wanted to see. The gang ho kneeling in the dirt while drooling for him! What a nasty sight!

As his wish was my command, I let it happen. Let him have his fun! Let him laugh at the stupid gang ho in her pathetic puppy position. I was here as D-Rod's fuck pet, and he wanted me to please his gang buddy in any way.

When Checo finished his cig, he flicked it away and grabbed my big, round titties from underneath. He lifted them up one by one, almost as if weighing them, before he started kneading my tit flesh. His grip got stronger until he was fiercely mauling my poor funbags.

"Mmmppphhh!... Mmmmppphhh!" I couldn't help muttering some grunts from the squeezing.

It seemed like the rude gang member was testing if I would push my tongue back in another time, and he almost succeeded when he roughly pinched my nipples. I wanted to scream so badly but focused on keeping my tongue out and continuing to drool for Checo's amusement. Calmly, the vicious thug kept on pulling and squeezing my poor nipple turning them into rock hard diamonds while I felt my spittle dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. It steadily dripped down, landed on my cleavage, and ran down my titties in yucky streams. 

Not just that! The longer I kept my tongue out the more my saliva production increased. Eventually, it seemed to have multiplied by five and drool was simply pouring out! So gross! 

It was such a torrent that Checo began pushing my nipples to the left and right. This way, he was directing the streams of slobber all over my fat fleshcans until all my tit flesh was drenched in drool. It looked and felt so yucky!




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 07



-Week 3 - Monday-

It was Monday morning, and I was getting ready to leave for work when my doorbell rang. I had a good sense of who was standing in front of my door and my suspicions got confirmed when it turned out to be D-Rod. Without waiting for me to invite him in, he strolled into the lounge as if it was a given.

He stopped right in the middle of the room, turned around, and looked at me full of expectations. Hot and cold shivers ran down my spine when I remembered kneeling at the exact same spot just two days ago. Knowing what he was waiting for, I found myself more than eager to comply.

Gosh! The day had just begun, and I was already submitting to my intern willingly. How would he tease me in the office? How would he humiliate me? How long until he would fuck me and give me release? My mind was focused on these thoughts. Everything else seemed like a minor matter.

Letting my white bath towel slip to the floor, I knelt down in the middle of the lounge buttnaked. It felt like a déja vu, and the memory of Saturday's trip to the shopping mall stirred my arousal. I wanted D-Rod to pull his glorious prick from his pants and let me slobber all over it. I wanted to grab his cock and suck it right here and now. However, my intern didn't do me the favor and simply nodded in content with my willing submission.

"So did you miss me yesterday?" He asked matter-of-factly.

At first, I didn't really know how to respond. Sunday had been all about meeting my girlfriends for brunch where we had enjoyed our fair share of lattes and giggles. It had felt like any other Sunday I had shared with my girlfriends before.

Something had been different, though. As a matter of course, I had started the day with my task of rubbing my clit for five minutes and making me edge. Even though I hadn't been in the office, I had still continued following D-Rod's rules. In the end, I had edged two times before heading off to brunch.

"I followed your rules and played with myself as you ordered, Sir Da-Rod." I finally told my intern, pride resonating in my voice.

"Did cha cum, lil hussy?" D-Rod inquired.

"No sir!" I exclaimed with some indignation. "I'm a good pet. I won't break your rules."

Oh boy! It seemed unbelievable how easily I slipped into submissive mode. Apparently, I had reached a point where D-Rod's sheer presence was enough to make me bow down. I was even looking forward to it.

His inquiry wasn't so unreasonable, though. The orgasm denial had kept me horny all Sunday long. During brunch, my mind had started drifting off to sex-related stuff like D-Rod using my body as if it was for granted. It had turned me on so much that my arousal had gotten to my head and I had spilled some latte in front of my girlfriends!

My arousal had turned me into a right ditz! I can't express how angry I was with myself! Nonetheless, I hadn't stopped with my edging-without-cumming regime after returning home from brunch although it had made me even more lightheaded and ditzy. Even now, my pussy continued tingling from unfulfilled lust. I guess D-Rod's treatment was having long-term effects.

"Good to know. Slowly getting' da hang of bein' an obedient pet, huh?" D-Rod said. "No mo nudgin' necessary. Ya know what's good for ya, Missy."

His words made my pussy surge. The way he said it made me look like such a needy slut. He was right, however. Over the last few weeks, I had learned a lot about me. Letting a Dom control me brought my excitement to a whole new level. I needed a man to dominate me and I wanted that man to be D-Rod! Submitting to the arrogant macho opened up a whole new world of lust and satisfaction to me. I needed more of it! 

"Time to use dem nu outfits, don't cha agree, Miss Tease?" The young Latino asked while strolling into my bedroom.

"I have to look respectable at work, sir." I meekly protested while remaining on my knees in the lounge.

"Someone wanna save face, huh?" My intern mocked me. "Ya know what they say 'bout polishin' a turd, right? A slut's a slut, no matter how classy da outfit. Hehehe!"

"Bought cha sum nu outfits." He continued while rummaging around in my wardrobe. "Would be a waste not to use 'em."

Coming back into the lounge, he held one of the dreaded outfits in his hands.

"Please, sir! I can't wear this!" I had to protest. "It's not appropriate for a consultant. You don't want our secret to come out, do you?"

Without reacting to my objections, D-Rod stepped in front of me and started playing with my titties, kneading my tit flesh and pinching my nipples until my protests turned into moans. I was so turned on already, I felt like I was about to leak pussy juice right onto the floor.

"What cha gonna wear to work today, lil hussy?" My intern asked matter-of-factly while continuing to play with my nipples.

"Ooohhh!... Fuck! Ooohhh! Whatever you want me to, sir!" I blurted out, overwhelmed by lust. "Make me look like your slutty office tramp, sir!"

With that concession, the deal was sealed. It left me with a whirlwind of contradicting feelings. It felt so good being told what to wear and how to act. Yet, it was so frightening to put myself at the risk of getting exposed at work.

The outfit comprised a leopard print halter chemise that featured black lace cups, a cut out front, and attached garters. The cups were totally see-through, the cut-out left my LGZ tan tattoo uncovered, and the garters held up the sheer, black stockings with leopard tops. All in all, the chemise looked more than tacky!

At least, I was allowed to wear a fashionable white suit vest with black buttons and a black leather skirt on top of the lace-and-leopard chemise. I sighed a breath of relief when I noticed that the vest was completely covering the tacky chemise. In combination with the pair of knee high, 5", black leather boots with spiked heels and pointed toes, it made me look like a business lady - at least to a certain extent.

Of course, there were some slutty details. The vest was quite short and cut so deep that it showed off the top of my 'big ole funbags'. If I walked too fast, the lace fabric threatened to slip into my bare cleavage. If I turned carelessly, the vest slipped up and revealed the leopard print fabric covering my hips. The skirt wasn't much better as it was really tight, and the leather was all shiny, emphasizing my 'phatt barrio booty'. Whatsoever, the outfit would keep me on my toes all the time. 

On the surface, the black leather skirt and boots perfectly fit together. Combined with the bright vest, the outfit looked extremely sexy. That didn't help much with the fact that I was well aware of the over-the-top, tacky lace-and-leopard chemise underneath. My subordinates wouldn't see it, but I would be more than conscious about it. I would feel like a slut all day long.

D-Rod wasn't done sexing up my outfit, however. He picked some additional accessories for me to wear, adorning my arms with the silver ruler charm bracelet on my right wrist and a bunch of thin silver bangles on my left wrist. As earrings, he made me wear the new silver pair with extra large hoops.

All dressed up, D-Rod told me to walk several circuits in my living room making me act like a top model strutting down a catwalk. With every step, the bangles clanked on my wrist, the hoop earrings banged against my cheeks, and the lace-and-leopard chemise threatened to slip out at every angle. I was dressed up like a flossed-out office bunny!

My intern's appreciative hollers, however, made me smile. My outfit might be totally inappropriate for work, but more importantly, it pleased my intern. Gosh! What had happened to me? The career-driven manager had turned into a wussy bimbo that yearned to dress for her man.

"Only one mo thang missin' - dem makeup." The Latin thug told me after ogling my outfit extensively. "Slap on sum mascara 'n a lotta lipgloss, Miss Ho-Worker."

Until now, I hadn't been a heavy user of makeup, not even when hitting the town on a night out. I had always considered myself a natural beauty relying on my sparkling eyes and bright smile instead of fake slap. Some eye shadow and lipstick was fine but I had never gone beyond that.

Obviously, D-Rod was intent on changing that. I had to admit, however, that it matched the heavy bling-bling and clunky nails I was sporting. Following his instructions, I stepped in front of my bathroom mirror. After using black mascara to give myself some lush eyelashes, I applied dark eye shadow to get a dramatic smoky eye effect. Finally, I used a peach lipstick and heavy lipgloss.

Mustering myself in the mirror, I saw the outfit accenting my petite 5'4" frame and highlighting my 36c bust. The sultry mascara brought my sparkling blue eyes to full effect. I looked like a hot vamp. I looked ready to go on the prowl and not to work!

Would my subordinates comment on my outfit? Would they talk behind my back? Would my project partners address it? I couldn't stop pondering these questions on the way to work.

One thing was certain, though. Anticipating all the attention from my subordinates and D-Rod's naughty instructions made my whole body tingle in lust. What a dull day at the office would it be without D-Rod controlling me!

During the drive to work, D-Rod continuously ran his hand up and down my bare legs and slipped it underneath my tight, leather skirt. He even probed my pussy when standing at a traffic light. All his actions left me a hot mess. I was so ready to get fucked! Even though, we had just arrived at work!

After parking my sports car, I let D-Rod go ahead and waited several minutes before entering the building to make sure that no one caught us sharing a ride. Walking to the office kitchen to get my regular morning coffee, I felt like a lamb getting led to the slaughter.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

The sound of the silver bangles clanking on my wrist and the spiked heels clacking on the floor led my way. My glittery accessories seemed to dazzle every subordinate I met and the tight, black leather skirt hugging my butt drew their looks like a magnet whenever I passed by.

Shit! I could have barely attracted more attention if I had walked down the floor wearing nothing but the tacky lace-and-leopard chemise! In my aroused state, I more than embraced their attention, though. As long as I didn't become suspicious of lewd conduct or indecent behavior, everything was fine, right?

D-Rod left me alone for an hour, so I had time to do some actual work. After all, I was the head of a department with ten employees. I definitely couldn't complain about a lack of work. With the financial crisis, business wasn't running as well as before so we had some restructuring to do. Several lay-offs were inevitable. Ortega and I, the two department heads, were tasked with checking the success rates of all employees. The decision to reduce our pool of office assistants from four to two had already been made. Only which assistants we were about to let go wasn't decided yet. 

There was a problem, however. Typing on the keyboard with my long, fake French nails, turned out difficult. I wasn't accustomed to using the tips to press the keys. It slowed me down considerably, and I didn't get much work done. When D-Rod finally burst through my office door and marched into my office, I was almost glad that I could divert my attention away from typing.

"Ready for your daily office dare, Miss Ho-Worker?" He asked.

I didn't even answer his rhetorical question. He would make me do the dare in any case. To be honest, though, I was looking forward to the dare. With my mind completely focused on sex, it seemed like the highlight of my day.

"It's an easy one." My intern explained. "Just a simple dice dare. Every time you get an e-mail with an attachment, you gotta go to an office, grab some object, and fuck yourself with it. You gonna roll a die to set the office, the body part, and the number of times. Got that, office pet?"

Once again, D-Rod's creativity in coming up with degrading dares surprised me. It sounded so naughty, so salacious, and so lewd! For the first time, though, the thrill of anticipation was bigger than the fear of getting caught. It seemed more like a challenge than a humiliating task.

"Now, take a look 'n see if you got some e-mail with files attached!" D-Rod ordered while pulling a die from his pocket and throwing it onto the desk.

My heart was beating in my throat when I turned to my notebook and checked my e-mails. Of course, I had gotten an e-mail with a file attached. I was a busy manager after all, receiving tons of e-mails over the course of a working day, and plenty of them had presentations or documents attached.

I would be rolling the die all day long! My pussy would get a helluva lot attention! But wait! With my mind foggy with lust, I had almost missed hearing an important detail. What about the offices? Did he want me to do the dares in my subordinates' offices? He had to be out of his goddamn mind! 

Before I knew what was happening, though, D-Rod had pressed the die into my hand.

"OK, fuckpet! Here you go! Take this list so you know what the numbers mean." He remarked while handing me a piece of paper.

*Office: 1 = Missy's office, 2 = office kitchen, 3 = interns' office, 4 = subordinates' office, 5 = Ortega's office, 6 = CEO O'Bannon's office*

*Body part: 1 = mouth, 2 = nipples, 3 = clit, 4 = cunt, 5 = asshole, 6 = tits 'n ass*

*Times: Number of the die x 2*

Reading the different places made me gasp out loud. I couldn't simply walk into a subordinate's office, grab some item from his desk, and push it up my pussy, could I? As much as I yearned to perform the dare, there was no way I could pull it off!

Wait, wait, wait! What had I learned in management training? Higher goals induce greater effort. Right now, though, it sounded more like higher goals induce greater satisfaction to me. Gosh! My mind was so focused on sex it influenced my way of thinking!

It would be a challenge but it would quench my lust! That was exactly what I was looking for, right? As long as I kept my focus, I could do it!

Still nervous, though, I took the die and rolled it. My heart skipped a beat while I watched the die rolling over the top of my desk. It left me totally spellbound. I didn't even dare to breathe until the die came to a halt. It was a 2.

It took me a moment to realize the exact meaning. I had to go to the office kitchen. Phew! This wasn't too bad for starters. There was always a chance that no one was in the kitchen.

Again, I took the die and cast it two more times, holding my breath while watching it roll. It was a 4 and a 3. I had to push some object up my pussy and I had to do it six times.

The moment the task had been decided, my mind started spinning. I went through all the possible objects I could find in the office kitchen but couldn't come up with anything usable. My heart was racing while I stood up.

I barely noticed walking down the stairs and past the interns' office. I was sweating from tension. My mind was completely focused on fulfilling the task. Almost casually, D-Rod followed me with some distance. 

When I stepped into the office kitchen, Marcus, a handsome member of my team in his late twenties, was making a coffee. He greeted me and started chatting about his weekend. Although feigning some interest, I barely listened. Nervously shifting from one foot to the other, I looked around the kitchen. I had to find some object I could use and be quick about it. Could you imagine anyone walking in on me fucking my pussy with some kitchen utensils? I couldn't risk that!

With his coffee ready, Marcus didn't walk away. Instead, he continued chatting while I made a cuppa for myself. All the time, I saw D-Rod waiting outside the door and inconspicuously peeking inside. My nervousness increased with every passing second. Every moment Marcus stayed, the chance of another subordinate joining us increased.

When he finally left, I was almost frantic. The kitchen was equipped in a very basic way so there weren't many utensils. I hastily opened a drawer searching for some teaspoons. But there were none. They were either in use or in the dishwasher.

Damnit! I had totally relied on using the handle of a spoon. It left me without a backup plan. I was ready to scream from frustration. Frantically turning around, I looked for something useful. By now, I was ready to take anything. I couldn't tell, however, if it was my will to finish the dare or my need to touch my pussy that drove me on.

My eyes caught sight of a fruit basket. There were some apples, pears, and bananas inside. Someone must have brought them along. Taking any chance I got, I instantly jumped over to the basket.

The fruits were quite large, but I didn't have time to be picky. At this time of the day, there was a constant stream of colleagues getting their coffees. It could only be a matter of moments before my next subordinate walked inside. Hell! I had to take what I could get so I grabbed a banana.

Turning around, I saw D-Rod standing in the door watching me. I didn't see anybody behind him. I was still safe. Knowing that my intern was waiting for some action, I pulled my black leather skirt up, revealing my bare pussy. Straddling my legs, I got into a bow-legged posture.

Pushing my freshly manicured fingers between my pussy lips, I spread them apart. Opening my precious snatch, I revealed my pink cunt meat. It felt surreal to be standing in the office kitchen with the busy work buzz going on around me while spreading my cunt open for D-Rod to have a look up my fuckhole. The whole scenario made me feel so vulgar. It made me feel so good! I had to stifle a groan from the touch to my oversensitive slit.

With my free hand, I pushed the banana up to my crotch and placed it directly at the entrance to my splayed open pussy. Then I slowly wiggled the hard, long fruit up my pussy.

OMG! The sensations swapping over me made me close my eyes. It was hard to control myself and suppress my moans. My hips almost developed a movement on their own starting some spinning motions.

Finally, after all of yesterday's teasing, my pussy got stuffed! For so long, I had been yearning for that! And now, I couldn't enjoy it! I had to remain on alert and quickly finish the task.

My pussy grabbed the banana tightly. I didn't want to let it go again. However, there were five more thrusts to go. After pulling the banana out completely, I ran it up and down my cunt lips and pressed it against my engorged clit.

The pleasure hit me like a hammer to the head and made my legs wobble. I almost toppled to the floor. To keep myself steady, I had to grab the kitchen counter. After taking a few deep breaths, I slit the banana up my greedy snatch and continued driving it in and out. After four thrusts, squelching noises started accompanying each stroke. The squishy sound was so loud I feared the interns in the office next door could hear it.

"Ohhh!" I finally couldn't stop myself from moaning loudly when thrust #5 went up my cunt.

I was too aroused! I couldn't hold back any longer. I was about to lose control. I had to get this over with or I wouldn't stop until I had cum.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned out even louder with the sixth thrust.

The banana had just gone up my pussy when Stephen, one of Ortega's team members, turned the corner. He was heading directly to the office kitchen. He was about to notice me any second!

His sudden appearance startled me so much that I instantly straightened up and froze on the spot. Letting the skirt and banana go, my black leather skirt slid down and covered my bare pussy. Fortunately, my cunt enjoyed the hard fruit so much that it gripped it tightly, refusing to let it go.

Only seconds later, Stephen brushed past D-Rod and stepped inside the kitchen. He shortly greeted me before turning his attention to the coffee machine.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 07



"Were you just shouting something to me?" He asked, alluding to my groans. "Did sound like moaning or something."

He had heard me! I was on the brink of getting busted! I had to come up with some excuse.

"Oh!" I replied trying to act nonchalantly. "That was nothing. I burnt my tongue on the hot coffee. That's all."

"Yeah, I know what you mean!" Stephen agreed. "The coffee's always scalding when it comes out of this machine."

Standing there like a deer caught in the headlights, I didn't know what to do. All I knew was that my face was flushed in the darkest shades of red. I had a banana stuffed up my pussy for dear sakes!

My co-worker mustered me while waiting for the coffee. All the time, I clenched my pussy as hard as I could to keep the fruit from falling to the floor. Could you believe how he would react if he saw a banana slipping out from under my skirt?

Stephen didn't notice my awkward posture, however. Instead his eyes roamed from my tacky, chola-style hoop earrings to my flashy silver bangles and my clunky, sparkling French nails.

He raised an eyebrow when noticing my change in style but didn't say a word. It wasn't hard to guess his thoughts, though. He was probably assuming that I was panicking about being a thirty-something single and dolling myself up like a desperate cougar on the hunt to bag a man. What an embarrassing idea!

"Miss Addams, I'm sorry to interrupt but we have to hurry. Your meeting is starting soon." D-Rod saved me from this dangerous situation.

"Sorry Stephen, gotta rush!" I used the chance to excuse myself.

The consultant simply nodded and turned his attention to the coffee machine. Following D-Rod, I walked out of the office kitchen although you couldn't really call it walking. With the banana up my cunt, I was rather staggering with crooked legs. My heart was pounding in overdrive. With every step, I feared the banana to slip out and fall down. It felt so ridiculous walking down the hallway and up the staircase all bowlegged.

At least, I didn't run into any other subordinate until I reached the second floor. All the while, my pussy enjoyed getting stretched so much that the walk up the stairs turned out difficult. With every step, my snatch got wetter. Slowly, it made me lose my grip on the fruit.

THUMB

The moment I reached the second floor, it happened! My pussy got too wet, and I lost my grip. The banana slipped out and fell to the floor.

"Fuuuck!" I gasped in desperation.

Even though I quickly bent down to grab the banana, it was too late. The same instant, O'Bannon stepped out of his office.

Nooo! This couldn't be happening!

Seeing my boss, I quickly straightened up and left the banana on the ground. In my bent position, my shiny leather skirt had risen up. I couldn't risk my boss peeking up my skirt and seeing my unclad pussy. The banana glistened suspiciously, but I didn't dare picking it up till O'Bannon had passed me.

"Everything OK?" The CEO asked when stepping up to me.

"Oh yes, sir!" I hastily replied. "I just dropped my breakfast."

"Let me help you with that." O'Bannon offered, seemingly oblivious to my sexy outfit and flushed face.

Before I had a chance to decline, he bent down and grabbed the banana. He was touching the skin covered in pussy juice! He must have noticed the stickiness! Yet, he didn't let it show, simply handing me the fruit and continuing his way down. It would have been the most shameful thing ever if he had figured it out!

More importantly, though, I was safe for the moment! Letting out a deep breath of relief, I continued my way to my office with the banana in my hand. I only prayed that my boss hadn't noticed the unusual condition of the fruit, or at least, that he wouldn't think about it any further.

I had completely forgotten that D-Rod had followed me upstairs. But here he was standing in my office with his trademark smirk plastered all over his face.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" He remarked.

Before I could say no, he stepped next to me and pushed his hand under my skirt. He roughly grabbed my pussy, feeling its moistness.

"Seems like you enjoyed it too, fuckdoll! Your cunt's leaking like a sieve." He stated, holding his wet, glistening fingers in front of my face. "Now, be a good pet 'n lick your juices off the banana."

Being too excited for any kind of discussion, I simply complied and pushed the banana up to my mouth. After running my tongue up and down all four sides, I slid it through my lips and sucked the fruit like a lollipop for a good five minutes.

This sexual act was enough to make my clit tingle maddeningly. I was needier and more desperate than ever before. The dice dare, however, was far from being over...

The following hour, I was like a cat on hot bricks. Any second, I expected an e-mail to pop up. My motivation to roll the die and meet the challenge was at an all time high. I longed to prove my worth to D-Rod.

For more than an hour, though, I didn't receive any e-mails with attachments. Still, I was staring at my mail program more than doing actual work. Eventually, I received a document with new calculations for our current project from one of my subordinates. The time had come.

*Time for a new dare.* I sent a message to D-Rod.

*Finally!* My intern quickly replied. *Started thinkin u were cheatin on me. Get ur slut ass down here n bring the die."

The Latin thug wasn't about to come up to my office. He wanted me to come down to the interns' office and cast the die under the eyes of all the other interns! That was so much more degrading! And so much more dangerous!

Still, I didn't hesitate and immediately walked out of my office with the die in my hand. I strolled into the interns' office trying to look confident despite the lump in my throat. All the interns had seen my outfit anyways so there wasn't much sense in trying to hide it anymore.

Only D-Rod and Taylor were around in the office. The black Football jock was the shiest guy of the bunch. He didn't even dare leering at me like the others usually did when I entered the office. This was a good start to the dare!

After strolling over to the Latino's cube, I started casting the die and rolled a 5 first. I stared at the die in disbelief. So much for a challenge! I had to fulfill the dare in Ortega's office! I had to walk into my rival's office and perform the lewd act in there!

Almost in a haze, I rolled the die two more times. It was a 3 and a 2. I had to rub my clit four times on some sort of object. Whatever it was, it would be hell to do in Ortega's office. The one place I had hoped to avoid.

Fear took over but never let me doubt my determination. Tottering out of the room, though, I didn't walk to Ortega's office. I had to be smart about fulfilling this dare. I had to be careful. So I got back to my office while leaving the door open. This way, I had a direct look at Ortega's office located opposite of mine.

Almost half an hour passed before my rival left his office. I didn't know for how long he would be gone but I had to take this chance. Another opportunity wouldn't come along. 

With wobbly legs, I scurried over to Ortega's office, opened the door, and slipped inside.

Woah! This was so exciting! 

Taking a quick breath, I looked around the room. I had to find something to rub my clit. I felt my nub tingling with anticipation from the sheer thought of getting touched. But what could I use?

Ortega's office was quite tidy. He didn't have much stuff flying around his desk. I couldn't simply use another pen anyways. That would be a total cop-out. D-Rod would be disappointed with my lack of lewdness!

I had to find something new, something special. But what? I was losing time! Any moment, Ortega could be back. There was nothing useful on his desk. I had to find something else.

Turning a pirouette, my eyes landed on the door. I was getting desperate. Anything was fine with me by now.

On my high-heeled leather boots, I tottered back to the door. Turning around, I bent down and reached back to hike my black leather skirt up. Then I grabbed my wet pussy lips with both hands. Holding my outer labia between my long-nailed index fingers and thumps, I spread my twat open. Bending down even lower, I pushed my hips back.

"Uuuhhh!"

I let out a sigh when I felt the cold brass doorknob pressing against my sensitive pussy. But I didn't ease off. I firmly pushed my twat against the round knob while moving onto my tiptoes. I slid my pussy upwards over the doorknob until I felt the cold metal against my precious little clit.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned out.

An electric jolt exploded in my loins when my clit finally got touched. It felt so good. All the need for relief was back with full force. At the very moment, I was disappointed that I had only cast a 2. I could only rub my clit four times on the doorknob.

This was totally insane, wasn't it? I was standing in my rival's office bent over on tiptoes with my hands behind my ass holding my pussy open. I was in an extremely vulnerable position! Still, I didn't care about the dangers for the moment. All I cared about was the arousal that held me in its tight grip.

"Ooommm!... Mmm!... Mmm!... Mmm!"

I tried to stifle my groans but couldn't help it. Several muffled moans escaped my lips. The four times were over so soon. After the last one, I could feel an orgasm building up. I was getting close to the edge. My body needed release! I needed release!

I couldn't stop! I simply couldn't stop although my mind told me to! The number had been too low! Instead, I continued rubbing my clit on the doorknob. A fifth time, a sixth time.

I was edging!

I felt a push on the door. It was getting opened! I got shoved forward!

The unexpected push made me stumble, and I tumbled towards the ground face first! The last second, I caught myself with a hand on the ground keeping myself steady on my legs. The door was half-open and my skirt was still hiked up around my hips! Panic gripped me. Frantically, I pulled the skirt down.

Just in time before Ortega walked into the office. I faced him with crimson cheeks. He hadn't seen my naked ass, had he? Obviously not, as he looked at me completely startled. He hadn't expected anyone in his office. How could he anyways?

"What... what's happening here, Miss Addams?" He asked taken aback.

"What's the matter? What are you doing in my office?" He reiterated, his voice getting sharper.

Ortega had never tried to hide his dislike of me and he definitely didn't like me snooping around his office. He was probably thinking I was trying to gather some intel, I could use against him.

"I.. I.. I was looking for some info on an old project of yours." I stuttered.

I was really getting good at these bullshit excuses.

"I need it urgently. You weren't there. So I looked for it on my own. Just want that folder and I'm out, OK!" I added forcing my voice to sound steadier.

I wasn't taking any shit from this asshole. I was smarter. I was bringing in better projects. I was making more profit. I deserved to become the company's next CEO! No matter how I dressed at work!

Before we got into any kind of heated argument, I grabbed some random folder and rushed out of Ortega's office. The little dispute had stifled my excitement for good. But I had fulfilled D-Rod's task. I had performed the second dice dare.

When it was way past lunch, I was still on tenterhooks. Almost giddy with lust, I hoped for each new e-mail to have an attachment. Over the next hours, however, there was none. It was getting late.

BEEP

The sound announced a new e-mail. It had a document attached, which almost made me jump off my office chair. Was it nervousness or was it excitement? I couldn't tell any longer. It was all blending into a single, overwhelming feeling of need.

Once again, I sent a message to D-Rod and grabbed the die to head to the interns' office. This time, all interns were present. This wasn't good!

Matt and Justin instantly stopped working when I entered the office. In marked contrast to Taylor, they extensively ogled my body. Damnit! I was tempted to sway my hips for them while walking over to D-Rod's cube.

Trying to act as inconspicuously as possible, I asked the young Latino about his progress on his newest assignment. Meanwhile, I rolled the die three times. It was a 2, a 5, and a 4. I had to fulfill the dare in the interns' office with all interns present! I had to push some object up my tight, little asshole! And I had to do it eight times!

I threw an uneasy look at D-Rod. Did he really want me to fulfill the dare with the other interns around? That wasn't a challenge anymore. It was close to impossible!

I almost played with the thought of giving them some random errands to get them out of the office. D-Rod's stern nod, however, quashed my hopes. I had to perform right away!

My nervousness was at an all-time high but my excitement wasn't far behind. I could barely stand still, trembling like a leaf from anticipation. I couldn't feel any naughtier by far.

At least, the three interns were sitting on the other side of the room. As long as they remained seated, they could only see my face. The rest of my body was hidden behind the cube wall. How big were the chances of that happening, though?

With my heart in my mouth, I looked for some object that might work. There weren't any useable objects on D-Rod's desk. I could hardly use the computer mouse, right?

Walking over to the unoccupied cubes on the hunt for a suitable object, I found them just as empty as D-Rod's. Only a few folders, keyboard, and mouse flying around on the desks. Finally, my eyes fell onto a penholder. A pen would work perfectly! The trouble was, however, that it stood on Taylor's desk.

"Taylor, could you please give me a pen?" I asked the black Football jock while flashing a big smile. "I need to take some notes."

Without hesitation, he grabbed a pen. But it wasn't a ball pen, it was a sharpie! Its shaft was a lot thicker than the one of an ordinary pen. I really wasn't getting away with this dare easily, was I?

Thanking Taylor, I grabbed the sharpie and strode back to D-Rod's cube. By now, I felt all boy's eyes glued to my ass.

"You ran off all the copies?" I addressed D-Rod, inconspicuously getting back to his assignment.

"Yeah, I got that covered." The young Latino played along keeping his role as intern.

He did so only in the dialogue, though. While talking, he pushed his hand underneath my skirt and started kneading my ass cheeks. I couldn't slap his hand away without attracting attention. I could only be thankful that my ass was hidden behind the cube walls.

"Oh...!" I gasped out when I felt D-Rod's hand on my bare ass.

I immediately tried to muffle my panting but it was too late. Everybody's attention was on me.

"Oh...! You did a great job!" I tried to shuffle out of this risky situation.

I could feel the danger rising. Any second, we could get exposed. It was such an indecent situation, the powerful manager letting an intern grab her ass! No way, we would get away with it!

I had to finish this dare as quickly as possible. So I reached back and pushed the sharpie between my ass cheeks. D-Rod slapped my hand away, though. Instead, he indicated me to hand the pen over to him.

Hesitantly, I gave him the sharpie. Without saying a word, D-Rod held the sharpie in front of me. It was bewildering that I knew exactly what the macho thug intended by a simple gesture. He didn't even need any words to make me do what he wanted.

The Latino held the sharpie inches above the desktop. Bending down, I brought my head on a level with the pen and opened my mouth. I was about to suck on a sharpie with all interns present! What a dirty slut!

Knowing that the pen was about to go up my ass, I had to get it nice and wet. After all, I couldn't take anything up my butt without lube. With a shudder running down my spine, I finally pushed my lips over the sharpie and started sucking on it. I really worked hard on the pen gathering lots of spit in my mouth to get it all slick. I gave the sharpie one heck of a sloppy blowjob.

D-Rod let me slide my lips up and down the pen eight times before he pushed it away. Exactly the number I had cast. I wished he had given me more time to get it ready. But at least, it was glistening wetly by now.

The arrogant macho still didn't hand the sharpie over to me. Instead, he reached out and held it behind my butt. Once again, I instantly realized his intention. Bending further down, I pressed my titties onto the desk and hiked my black leather skirt up, baring my naked ass. Then I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart, presenting my ass crack and tight puckered asshole.

What a vulnerable position! Although I was fully aware that any intern could see my naked ass and submissive posture if he stood up, I didn't hesitate!

D-Rod started running the sharpie up and down my ass crack, making me shake and shudder. He was getting close to my delicate pussy and oversensitized clit. The throbbing in my cunt made me skip from one foot to the other while my ass started spinning in circles.

Then I felt the pen on my puckered asshole. D-Rod pressed the hard tip against my tight anal ring. Although trying my best, I was so tied up in knots I couldn't relax. The Latin thug didn't relent, though. I feared I was about to start grunting from the strain any second. That would definitely stir the interns' attention!

I clenched my teeth while the young Latino wriggled the sharpie up my bunghole. It felt like ages until it was inside. Even though it was only the tip that got tightly gripped by my sphincter, D-Rod stopped. He let me stay in my submissive position bent over the desk with my freshly manicured hands spreading my ass cheeks apart and a sharpie sticking out of my butthole like an obscene tail. 

Grabbing the sharpie with my right hand, I tried to proceed with the dare. But D-Rod slapped my hand away. Once again, he didn't let me use the pen myself.

There was nothing else for me to do than staying in my submissive posture and waiting for my man's next move. My heart was beating faster by the second. I couldn't remain in this position forever! Eventually, one of the interns would stand up. Somebody was about to see me like this!

I began wriggling my ass in an attempt to seduce D-Rod. I tried to entice him to fuck my butthole with the damned pen. He didn't react, though.

It took me some time to realize his intent. He wanted me to fuck myself without using my hands! He wanted me to impale my ass on the sharpie!

Thrusting my bubble butt backwards, I felt the tip bumping against D-Rod's hand. I continued pushing backwards while I felt the pen sliding up my poop chute. I didn't stop until I felt the cap pressing against my sensitive anal ring. 

I clenched and unclenched my ass cheeks while keeping my delicate hands spreading my buns apart to give D-Rod a show. He watched my buttocks tensing and relaxing while tightly gripping the sharpie.

WHACK

With a loud clapping sound, he landed a slap on my butt! I held my breath. The guys must have heard the noise!

"Everything OK over there?" Justin's question instantly confirmed my worries.

He had heard it! The business student was about to come over to check if everything was fine! I had to get out of this submissive position! I rose from my bent over posture but immediately felt D-Rod's hand on my back firmly keeping my in position. He didn't let me move.

"Yeah, everything's fine!" He told Justin instead. "Miss Addams just dropped the sharpie, you know."

For a moment, everything was silent. No one said a word. I almost heard my heart pounding in my chest. Obviously, the interns were thinking about D-Rod's reply. The slap had sounded like anything but a pen hitting the ground. I prayed for them to buy the lie.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 07



"OK!" Justin finally accepted D-Rod's explanation.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I felt like I had just been snapped from the jaws of exposure. That had been close.

Still, I had to get back to the task at hand. Once again, D-Rod didn't lend me a helping hand. I had to expel the sharpie on my own. I began pushing.

Fuck! It felt so bad! Here I was in the interns' office pushing a sharpie out of my ass! I felt like taking a dump! And I was doing it under D-Rod's watchful eyes. How shameful!

Feeling the pen slowly sliding out of my poop chute, I kept stretching my ass cheeks wide with my French-nailed hands. I had to be careful not to expel the pen completely. I couldn't risk it falling to the floor! The interns wouldn't buy me dropping the pen for a second time!

With only a few inches of the sharpie left up my ass pipe, I clenched my sphincter. One down, seven more to go! This dare would take ages!

Once again, I thrust my ass backwards until it bumped against D-Rod's hand and used the resistance to push the pen back up my butthole. Once more, the Latino let me clench and unclench my buns for his viewing pleasure. This time, I had to wink my ass even longer than before. Mercifully, he refrained from slapping my butt to signal the end of my ass-shaking. Instead, he pinched my left ass cheek. It stung, but at least, it was inaudible.

I repeated the procedure six more times. Each time, I had to wink and wriggle my butt for a longer time. And each time, he pinched my ass alternating between my buttocks. All along, I had to keep in my bent over position with my big ole funbags pressed onto the desktop and my buns spread by my hands.

I don't know how long it took but it felt like a major workout that left me exhausted. Only eight simple thrusts. Sounds easy, right? It wasn't, though. Instead, it felt like an endless fuck session.

Contrary to my expectations, D-Rod wasn't done with the dare. When he pinched my buns for the final time, he didn't let me push the sharpie out.

"Now, smile 'n wave at the camera!" He told me.

I almost jumped out of my skin. Camera? What the fuck was he talking about?

With a shit-eating grin all over his face, D-Rod pointed at the camera at the top of his monitor and opened the instant messenger that had been minimized before. There was a video conference running. I could see Justin, Matt, and Taylor staring back at me.

WTF?

I blanched. The shock hit me so hard that everything stood still before panic gripped me. I was getting frantic.

Looking up, I saw three faces appearing over the partition. Justin, Matt, and Taylor had stood up and started clapping. They had seen every dirty detail over the camera! They were applauding my efforts! What the fuck was going on here? My mind was reeling.

"A helluva performance!" Justin blurted out. "Had to see it to believe it."

"Yeah!" Matt added. "All those stories D-Rod told us sounded too good to be true."

This couldn't be happening! No! No, no, no!! This couldn't be true!

All the interns had seen the dare! These twenty-year-old boys had watched a grown respected manager pushing a marker up her asshole.

D-Rod had betrayed me! He had blown our secret! He had brought his fellow interns into the loop!

I was getting nauseous. Everything was about to get out of control now! If one guy couldn't keep a secret, four guys could even less. The shit had hit the fan! I could already see the gossip spreading through the office.

I wanted to run away but was too thunderstruck to move and simply remained standing in the interns' office while the world was spinning around me.

"Why don't we take a break?" D-Rod took the initiative. "Bet y'all can't wait to see Miss Ho-Worker in the flesh, huh?"

I was too shocked to move when the interns walked out of the office. D-Rod had to grab my hand and pull me along. That did the trick. The situation was bad, but I couldn't risk making it worse. My subordinates couldn't see me getting pulled along by my intern. Coming to my senses, I shook off his hand and kept a distance behind the guys to make it look all inconspicuously.

All the way, my heart was beating so loud that I didn't even hear the clanking of my bangles or the clacking of my heels. I had a hard time processing what was happening. My mind was going through my opportunities although I couldn't come up with a single one. The milk was spilt. What else was there to do than put a good face on the matter and minimize the losses?

When the four boys walked downstairs into the basement, it dawned on me where we were heading. They were walking to the chill-out room that was only getting used by the interns.

Reaching the door, I stopped and hesitated. This felt like a tipping point. God only knew what was about to happen inside. Where would it go from here? How would I survive the rest of their internships with all of them in the know?

My thoughts were interrupted by D-Rod. He was getting impatient about showing off his office pet. Obviously, he felt safe in the basement as he grabbed my chestnut hair. Pulling on it, he bent me over and dragged me into the room like a pull toy.

D-Rod's rude actions stirred my wrath, and finally, my shock got trumped by my rage. I started struggling against his vice grip but to no avail. The moment he let my hair go, I straightened up.

My face was flushed with anger. I was blustering, throwing a temper tantrum right there! I didn't even care about the other interns seeing me like that.

"You... fucking... asshole! Are you out of your fucking mind?" I clamored. "What do you think you're doing here?"

We had gone through so much! And now this? It pissed me off!

I had accepted D-Rod as my man. I had allowed him to turn me into his hoodrat! I craved for him to dominate me!

However, all these feelings were gone for the moment. I felt named and shamed! D-Rod had shown me up and made me look silly in front of the other interns!

"You've gone too far, motherfucker!" I continued my rant. "Why couldn't you enjoy what we had?"

The fact that I was feeling as much disappointment as despair infuriated me even more. My ranting and raving, made D-Rod step close to me. His tall figure was towering over my petite 5'4" frame. He didn't give me a roasting, though. Instead, the Latin macho became serious for a second.

"Sorry, lil hussy." He whispered into my ear. "The guys were suspecting something 'n started snooping 'round. Couldn't distract 'em any longer. They were about to find out."

"You rather want them in on the action than talking 'bout their hunch to your boss, don't you?" He reasoned. "Don't worry. As long as you're with me, they'll do whatever I say. Our little secret's safe with them."

His unexpected empathy took me by surprise but it wasn't enough to soothe me. Of course, I didn't want them gossiping about me. I didn't want them 'in on the action' either. I wanted my ordeal to be over! I wanted to turn the clock back to the time before I had met the Latino thug!

The surge in my pussy, however, exposed these thoughts as lies. I was completely torn up inside. As much as I hated the way D-Rod played with fire, I craved his domination.

"Better be thankful then, Missy!" D-Rod reprimanded me. "Behave yourself 'n treat my bros with the respect they deserve, biatch!"

"Show them who's your man!" He ordered sternly. "Say I'm sorry for throwing a fit!"

The sudden change of demeanor caught me off guard. The brief whiff of empathy was gone. His domineering shtick was back, and he was taking full control of the situation. Still, his audacity took my breath away.

The macho bastard had the balls to scold me in front of these boys! We weren't alone! These weren't his gangster homies! These were other interns from the office! It made a huge difference for me!

"Fuck you! I'm not doing anything in front of them!" I raged. "That wasn't the deal!"

"Hehehe! It's a bit too late to throw a hissy fit, don't you think?" D-Rod simply chuckled in response. "Although, I gotta say, it's quite amusing to see you complaining all in vain."

"Remember the rules, office pet?" He asked. "You wanna perform a daily office dare for me! I can include anything or anyone, whatever floats my boat. Today, I decide to include my bros."

"Tough shit, huh?" He mocked me. "But you don't wanna break the rules, do you? You wanna be a good pet, right? So hurry up, biatch. Time to apologize."

His little speech was greeted with hollers from the rest of the college boys. I felt completely duped. Once again, D-Rod had skillfully managed to steal my thunder. Even worse, the way he raised his voice let me feel his dominance and instantly stifled my anger. Even with the other interns around, I couldn't help but slide into submissive mode.

As a department head, it was my job to assess my team members' skills and use their strengths accordingly. D-Rod was doing the same. He had identified my submissive switch and perfectly knew how to flip it.

If I liked it or not, he was right. After all, I had committed to the rules. I couldn't cop out when hitting the first bump in the road, right? I felt the need to follow the rules consequently. Even more, I felt the need to show D-Rod that I was still his obedient fuckpet. I didn't like him bringing the other interns into the action but it wasn't up to me. It was my role to follow his orders, not to make decisions.

Letting my head hang, I surrendered. Somehow, though, it didn't feel like defeat. Instead, it felt like another step in my transformation. D-Rod had skillfully managed to use our rules to show me up to his intern buddies. He had earned my further submission.

"Ready to say sorry now?" The thug rubbed salt into the wound.

"I'm... sorry..., Sir Da-Rod!" I hesitantly said with a low voice.

The young macho reacted to my half-hearted apology by grabbing my white vest and ripping it open. Looking down, I saw my big, firm boobs spilling out while the tacky chemise came into full view.

On first impulse, I reached up to cover my big ole funbags with my arms, but D-Rod's stern look stopped me. Letting my arms hang down my sites, I let the three college boys get a full view of the tawdry, campy lace-and-leopard chemise. Fuck! I felt so embarrassed.

"Please sir, this is so wrong!" I started begging. "I'm your boss!"

"I'm boss of all you guys! You mustn't see me like this!" I addressed the rest of the interns in the room, whimpering pathetically.

"Too late for that, huh?" D-Rod simply replied. "My bros know you're just a flossy office tramp."

"Look at those fake, poppy French nails 'n all that bling-bling." He pointed out my freshly manicured nails, tacky chola-style hoop earrings, and flashy silver bangles. "You're practically screaming for my bros' attention, don't deny it."

"You won't believe it, bros, she's a real attention whore." He told his fellow interns. "She was so happy 'bout my homies fucking her that she got a tramp stamp just for them."

"Show them!" He ordered when focusing back on me.

My head turned crimson and my lower lip trembled in embarrassment. I couldn't show these college boys my tan tattoos! They would lose the last ounces of respect for me. Despite my aversion, though, I obeyed D-Rod's order without further prompting. Pulling the black leather skirt down a few inches, I revealed the 'LGZ' sign on my crotch.

Seeing the disbelief in the boys' eyes, made me tremble even more. My slutty self-presentation wasn't over, though. With my face burning in shame, I turned around and presented my backside to my interns. They whistled in awe when they saw the large pale bow all over my lower back.

"Woohoo!"

"Who knew?" Justin blurted out. "Our boss turns outta be a helluva glamour doll!"

"Duh! Always knew she was a slut!" Matt countered.

"But damn, she molded herself into a fucking luxury toy!" Taylor finally spoke up for the first time.

Their comments flooded over me like ridicule, making me shut my eyes. With the saucy outfit, tacky accessories, and slutty tattoos, they could only think of me as a dolled-up office tramp. They didn't see me as their boss anymore but only as a piece of meat they wanted to get their hands on. A realization that gave my pussy another surge.

"Now, get on your knees, fuckdoll. Say sorry to these fine young men!" D-Rod pushed on.

At first, I looked around hesitantly. I knew that he wanted me to grovel for his amusement. We were still in the office building, though. Work was going on at full speed upstairs!

On the other hand, there was no better place in the office. None of my colleagues ever set a foot into the basement. It was unlikely that anyone would notice us down here. It was definitely safer in the chill-out room than in my office.

A lump remained in my throat, however, when I completely stripped off the white vest and let it fall to the floor. Hiking the tight black leather skirt up to my hips, I revealed the leopard print stocking tops and garters. I felt like such a tawdry skank when I presented the animal print lingerie in all its tacky glory.

D-Rod reached out and pinched my nipples through the lace fabric. A moan escaped my lips. My nipples were hard and erect for everyone to see. My pent-up arousal was close to boiling over and my body shamelessly reacted to any kind of touch. It was so crushing to act like a wanton slut in front of these young boys. I wanted to scream in desperation.

"Please stop it!" I whispered. "Please leave me some dignity for pity's sake!"

"Hehehe!" D-Rod laughed at me. "A fuckdoll ain't got no dignity!"

"Now, get your ass down! Show them your assets!" He instructed me, knowing exactly how degrading it would be.

I suppressed a sob but didn't argue. Pushing my tits out of the lace cups, I arched my back to push my titties out for full effect. Then I shuffled forward until I knelt in front of Justin, the slimebag of a business student. I had to gulp down my revulsion.

"I'm sorry for behaving badly, Sir Justin! I'm Sir Da-Rod's office pet and I got out of line. Sorry for that!"

I couldn't believe I was calling this college boy 'sir' by default. I was getting wrapped up in my submissive role! Spreading my legs wide, I grabbed each pussy lip with two freshly manicured fingers. Pulling it open, I showed off my pink cunt meat.

"Do you like fuckdoll's cunt, sir?" I asked the slimy prick.

"Fuck! Always knew you were a hot-ass office MILF!" He exclaimed. "That's some juicy cunt you got there, big-tit coug!"

Letting me kneel in front of him, Justin savored the look of my exposed pussy to the fullest. He didn't touch me at all, however. So I simply remained in my position, enduring his inspection, until he finally nodded. I shuffled on, hauling my ass over to Taylor.

"I'm sorry for being a bad bitch, Sir Taylor!" I told him. "I've been a naughty slut and I'm deeply sorry for that!"

I turned around on my knees and lowered my shoulders until my face was on the ground and my ass in the air. Reaching back with my arms, I ran my glittery, French nails over my butt before spreading my ass cheeks apart to expose my ass crack and puckered butthole.

"Do you like Miss Ho-Worker's knockout ass, sir?" I asked the black jock while remembering to use my 'slut talk'.

Looking back at the Football hunk from my submissive position on the ground, I saw him nodding. He still seemed reluctant, not knowing what to do.

"The dirty coug likes it up the ass!" D-Rod egged him on. "Check it out, man!"

Still hesitant, he ran his hand all over my butt cheeks and up my ass crack. He even let his finger slide around my anal ring, slightly poking it.

"She's got a well-trained shithole!" D-Rod continued degrading me in front of his intern buddies. "Shove a coupla fingers up her ass 'n she's gonna beg for more!"

The Latino's encouragement prompted Taylor to push his index finger up my ass, swiftly probing the tightness of my sphincter before beckoning me on.

"This stupid bitch is sorry for misbehaving, Sir Matt!" I addressed the frat boy, when I knelt in front of him. "I apologize sincerely. It won't happen again."

In comparison to his fellow interns, Matt turned out more courageous as he instantly grabbed my big boobs and kneaded them between his hands.

"You're some teasing slut, aren't you? You like teasing young boys with those fat fucking tits, don't you?"

He pinched my nipples hard, making me groan out loud. Taking my reaction as a 'yes', he mauled my juicy juggs even harder than before. He didn't stop squeezing my sensitive nips until I replied.

"Yesss, Sir Matt!" I uttered. "I'm a dirty prick-tease that likes getting guys all worked up."

"So you like them getting rough with you, bitch?" The douche of a frat boy picked up on it, once again pinching my nipples until I groaned affirmatively.

"Show me!" He prompted me while releasing my nipples.

Leaning back, he looked at me expectantly. I needed a few moments to realize that he wanted me to take over. He wanted me to show him how rough I liked to be treated. For my part, though, I didn't want to show him anything at all. I had just been talking off the top of my head. I hadn't really meant it.

Still, D-Rod had ordered me to apologize so I couldn't retract. Nervously, I ran my sparkling French-nailed fingers over my full, ripe melons. I traced my areolas with the tips of my fake fingernails before I gathered all my courage and squeezed my nipples.

"Umph!" I hissed when I felt the sting.

"Oh c'mon, disappointing!" Matt wasn't impressed. "What you got those pornstar nails for? Put them to good use, bitch!"

Taking his cue, I started mauling my juicy juggs, digging my long nails into my plump tit meat. Softly scratching the skin of my big ole funbags, I left red traces all over them. It didn't really hurt, making my tit flesh tingle instead. Damn, contrary to my expectation this turned me on!

Faster and faster, I tugged and scraped away at my fleshorbs. My skin was prickling all over, driving me on! Finally, I roughly pinched my nipples, using my long French nails only.

"Ooohhh!" I grunted.

Woah! I had gotten carried away and really gone to town on my poor tits. But it had felt so good! My whole body felt so alive and on fire! 

"Hehehe! What a greedy bitch! Someone's in dire need of cock, huh?" He taunted me, enjoying my enthusiasm. "Looks like the slut's ready to tear herself to pieces when she can't get some guy to use her!" 

The interns had a good laugh at my costs. Fuck! By now, I had four subordinates taking the piss out of their superior.

When Matt sent me back to D-Rod with a dismissive wave of his hand, I scuffled over to my man and remained on my knees in front of the old worn-out couch on which the Latino was sitting.

"So...!" He came up with another idea how to toy with his fuckpet. "Matt cooked up the dice dare but has only seen it via camera. Time to let my bros see a dare in the flesh! It's only fair, don't you agree, lil hussy?"

"Yeah!" Matt cheered in agreement. "We're already in the perfect place anyways."

"So let's crank up the rules a bit, huh?" D-Rod suggested. "First, you roll the die to determine the body part. Then you roll it again for the time you got to succeed."

Realizing that I had to perform another dare right in front of the college boys sent a cold shiver down my spine. Although the new rules confused me, I didn't have time to ponder on it as D-Rod handed me the die. Still on my knees, I found myself rolling the die on the ground.

"Awesome! It's a 6. That means 'tits 'n ass'." D-Rod announced the results. "And a 2. So you got four minutes to expose those fleshcans 'n phat barrio booty."

"There's a catch, though." He continued explaining the dare. "You're not allowed to use your hands. You gotta jump on the spot 'n shake that ass. Geddit?"

No hands? Jump up and down? Shake and bounce? Fucking shit! That sounded as dirty as difficult.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 07



With my face burning in shame, I scrambled to my feet. All four guys had taken a seat on the old worn-out couch, observing each and every move I made. D-Rod's look revealed a hint of pride about his office pet. Matt's gaze was full of malicious glee. Justin looked all pumped whereas Taylor still seemed uneasy and insecure.

Facing them, I pulled my black leather skirt down my ass and buttoned the white vest. With my outfit back in its initial state, I stood there for a moment, not really knowing what to do. I was fully aware that I had to get going or time would be running out on me.

What if I failed? I quickly discarded the thought to get into motion. 

Warily, I hopped on the spot a few times, feeling my soft tit flesh wobble in its lacy confines. I felt like a little kid skipping about. It was so stupid. It was far too little, too. This way, my titties would never tumble out of the vest.

"That's what you call jumping, lil hussy?" D-Rod snorted. "Give it a little effort. My bros are getting bored."

My cheeks turned even darker when I was getting reprimanded like a silly fool. Still, I followed the order. With my arms hanging at each side, I started jumping up and down. My long chestnut brown hair bobbed up and down while my heavy 36c tits followed my movements. My big fleshglobes started wildly bouncing on my chest while my rhinestone hoop earrings hit the sides of my face and the glittery bangles clanked noisily on my arms.

Up and down! Up and down!

Could you believe it? Here I was in the dirty basement of my office building, jumping on the spot with my funbags bouncing for the amusement of four college boys. Could I look any more foolish?

My juggs bounced and jiggled vigorously, deforming the white vest. It must have looked sexy as hell because the four guys looked about to start drooling any second. Although the black lace cups of the chemise slipped out of the vest, it wasn't enough to make my fat fleshcans pop out.

I started jumping harder as if I was doing some imaginary rope skipping. That wasn't as easy as it sounds due to the 4" high leather boots I was wearing. Staggering several times, I almost fell onto my face which earned me a round of dirty laughter from the guys.

I didn't ease off, though, continuing to jump as if I was trying to set a new 'imaginary rope skipping' record. The weight of my tit meat dragged and tore at my skin. My juggs felt like they were about to fly off my chest.

My efforts were paying off, though. Ever so slowly, my boobs slipped out of the white vest. Inch by inch, more of my funbags appeared. Still, it took damn long until my nipples finally slipped out of their confines. That was the tipping point! One more powerful jump and my tits popped out of the vest. A final jump and my fleshcans slipped out of the black lace cups. Finally free, they leaped up so hard that they slapped my chin!

"Woohoo!" The boys howled and cackled at the degrading sight.

"Keep that up!" D-Rod liked what he saw. "Slap your face four times! Remember the number you cast."

Goddamnit! I was slapping myself in the face with my tits! I had to close my eyes. It was too humiliating. Still, I continued skipping on the spot until I had felt my soft titflesh hitting my chin three more times.

"Time's getting short!" D-Rod reminded me of the second part of the dare when I took a short break to catch a breath.

The skipping had been exhausting, and I was sweating heavily. Nonetheless, I focused on my task and turned around. With my chest heaving from my rapid breathing, I bent down. Folding over like a jackknife, I reached down until my arms touched my ankles and my naked tits pressed against my legs.

The black leather skirt was so tight that it clung to my butt and followed each of my moves. It was riding up my legs but there was still a long way to go to fully expose my ass.

Taking it slowly, I spread my legs into a straight-legged stance and lowered myself. Steadily stretching my legs apart, I had to be careful to keep the skirt from ripping. Still, I felt it rising further up my legs.

Of course, I didn't get into a side split by any means. Instead, I bent forward to put my hands on the ground in front of me. Keeping my legs split, I lowered my head until it was closer to the ground than my butt. Face down, ass up with my legs spread wide. What an awkward position!

The whistles behind my back told me that it must have been a great sight as the leather skirt was stretched thin and hugged my bubble butt so tightly that every curve got fully outlined. The black skirt had reached the lower curve of my ass by now. That wasn't enough, though. Damnit! What else could I do?

Bending down until my naked tits touched the dirty ground, I began moving my ass in circles. I tried hard to move the leather fabric further upwards. The skirt was stretched so tight, however, that it barely moved. My gyrating motions became more and more desperate with every passing second. I jabbed out my ass in every direction, humping around for dear life.

I heard the boys roaring with laughter. The position with my legs split, face and tits on the ground, and ass up in the air must have looked totally ridiculous by itself. The exasperated jerking, wriggling, and shaking of my bubble butt must have looked even more comical.

It wasn't working, and I was running out of time. So I started flexing my muscles while bouncing my phat barrio booty up and down. My ass meat wobbled like crazy while it got hugged by the tight black leather. It moved up another inch. But too slow!

Putting even more energy into flexing my butt muscles and shaking my knockout ass caused my big boobs to rock back and forth over the dirty concrete, scraping my sensitive nipples. I would have been grossed out if I hadn't been too short on time to realize it.

"5..., 4...,"

Nooo! D-Rod started counting down the time. I was totally frantic by now. My movements became completely erratic and uncontrolled. I was hectically humping around which wasn't expedient at all.

"3..., 2...,"

Shit! Shit! Shit! I wouldn't make it. In total exasperation, my arms shot back to my ass.

"1..., over!"

Just when D-Rod called it quits, I grabbed the black leather skirt and hiked it up to my hips. Finally, my ass was exposed, and with my legs split wide, my spread open pussy was on full display, completely showing off my sweet pink meat.

That didn't matter anymore, however. I hadn't succeeded, plain and simple. It was so embarrassing that I slipped onto the concrete floor in disappointment. However, I couldn't even tell if I was more embarrassed about the humiliating dare or about failing.

As a competitive, career-driven person, I couldn't stand losing. It was totally absurd, but I didn't like the thought of these young interns seeing me fail. As I've said before, I was a manager who believed in leading by performance and my performance had been bad this time.

"Too fucking bad!" D-Rod said. "What did I say 'bout using your hands? Looks like you broke a rule and didn't perform the dare properly."

"You've been a bad slut 'n what happens to wayward bitches?" He chided me. "They need to get punished. We better make sure you don't forget 'bout being a good office pet, huh?"

Looking up at D-Rod, I didn't respond. The dare had been demeaning enough. I sensed, however, that the arrogant macho was about to up the ante even more. Being a poser, he couldn't let this opportunity slide. After all, it was a chance of a lifetime for him, wasn't it? He had to brag about turning this respected, dignified business woman into a submissive slut.

"Get your ass over here!" The Latino ordered, pointing at his lap.

His gesture made me sob. He couldn't do that! He couldn't put me over his lap! Not in front of the other boys!

"Not that, Sir Da Rod! Please!" I sniveled. "I'm a grown woman! You can't put me over your lap like a child!"

This was so demeaning! D-Rod was about to treat me like a little brat! I wouldn't let anyone do that to me. In private, it would be naughty! In front of these young college boys, however, it was obscene! It was so degrading, I wanted to kick and scream.

"So you're begging for a harder punishment, Miss Ho-Worker?" D-Rod shot back. "You can have that, no prob!"

"Nooo, sir!" I responded with a pathetic whimper.

I didn't want to imagine D-Rod's creativity in punishing me after suffering all those dares. So I hastily crawled over his knees with my face beet red. I was putting myself into this humiliating position on my own! Even worse, all the interns saw me with my belly resting on D-Rod's lap, my big ole funbags dangling off my chest, and my naked bubble butt sticking up in the air! I couldn't look at the college boys. I had to close my eyes shut from the severe degradation.

"So you agree that you need a spanking to learn your lesson, Miss Ho-Worker?" D-Rod asked me.

"N..., n..., n..."

'No. I don't agree' I almost said.

"N...needless to say..., of course, Sir Da-Rod!" I finally caught myself.

Of course, I didn't agree! However, it seemed like the only way out, no matter how demeaning. I had to bite the bullet. I was going to get it anyways. Maybe, my begging would soften it a little.

"Please sir, punish this naughty slut! Your stupid office pet needs to learn her lesson, sir!" I begged as best as I could.

"That's better Miss Powers! Now, you better thank me properly for that spanking, lil office tramp!" D-Rod ordered while lifting his arm.

I was about to get spanked by a much younger guy. That alone was humiliating as hell. D-Rod had given me a thrashing before, though. The difference was me getting spanked in front of three young college students! I couldn't think of anything more demeaning.

As if to add insult to injury, D-Rod's fellow interns accompanied his arm movement with a Mexican wave. These college boys were making a spectacle out of degrading their grown female boss! Waiting for the first slap, my heart was beating out of my chest.

WHACK

"Oh! Ouch!" The first slap got my attention.

"Awww! Hurting already? That was just a love tap!" D-Rod mocked me.

"You're not forgetting something?" He prompted.

"Thank... thank you..., sir,... for beating some sense into me! Your stupid office pet needs it!" I awkwardly thanked him for giving me a hiding.

Watching D-Rod demean me, his intern buddies chuckled at my groveling. Saying these dreadful words hurt more than the spanking itself. After all, I was a grown woman thanking a college jock for teaching me some manners!

WHACK

"Ooowww! Ouch!!" I winced when the second spank landed on my left ass cheek.

My buns started burning and glowing, and I almost reached back to rub them. It would only earn me more slaps, however, so I stopped in my tracks.

"Thank you, sir, for bothering to correct this bratty slut's misbehavior!" I thanked him again, this time with a firmer voice.

WHACK

"Aaarrrrgh! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I wailed while tears were forming in my eyes.

"That pitching training back in high school comes in handy now! Hehehe!" D-Rod told the other interns with a dirty laugh.

He definitely had some strength in his arm and really let my butt feel it! My ass must have been glowing bright red by now.

"Thank you, sir! Please keep spanking your fuckdoll's ass until your arm gets tired, sir!" I said without further thought.

Surprisingly, my thanks finally sounded as faithful as it gets. By now, I had completely immersed in sub space. The spanking hurt like a motherfucker, but I welcomed it as D-Rod's proof of his control over me. 

Of course, D-Rod accepted the invitation more than willingly. He really went the extra mile to paddle my phat barrio booty. Over and over, he spanked both ass cheeks until they were radiating heat. The spanks stung badly. They made me helplessly kick and stamp my feet while I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming.

All the time, I could hear the interns laughing at me, goading me, mocking me. They began accompanying the final spanks with the degrading Mexican wave again. Even worse, D-Rod made me continue to thank him for each blow. Time and again, I had to tell him what a slut I was and how much I loved him spanking my ass. The interns were beside themselves with glee while listening to me.

At length, the burning glow spread down to my pussy. My overexcited body reacted to the smoldering heat in an unexpected way. To my dismay, I started embracing it! Unconsciously, my hips began grinding on D-Rod's lap!

Of course, my reaction didn't remain unnoticed with the macho prick. He was growing wary of paddling my ass. But he wasn't done with his office tramp.

"Hehehe! What you think, bros? That ass is glowing in the dark, ain't it?" He commented his handiwork while beckoning his fellow interns over.

Each of them felt my glowing butt and saw me bucking my hips to the touch. I couldn't stop the grinding although it made me feel like such an easy slut.

"Bet the nasty whore's gonna cum while you spank her, bros!" D-Rod invited his buddies.

My mouth shot open when I heard his invitation. I frantically tried to wriggle off his lap. I tried to get away. My ass was beyond smoldering. It was molten. I couldn't take no more and definitely didn't want to cum in front of these college pricks. The macho thug, however, held me firmly in place.

"Nooo, sirrr!!" I begged until a hard slap to my ass silenced me.

"Shut up, Missy!" D-Rod growled. "You've been humping my leg like a bitch in heat all the time. Don't deny it."

"Now, start rubbing your cunt. Wanna see you cumming while getting spanked." He urged me. "Cum for me like a good, obedient fuckpet."

Even though I opened my mouth to protest, I knew he was right! I was on the edge and badly needed an orgasm! My whole body screamed for release, and I didn't know how much longer I could bear it. Holy shit! I was getting aroused from a spanking by now!

"Yes... sir! Please let me try to cum while getting spanked! Please make your fuckdoll earn her cum, sir!" I pleaded with my head hanging.

I was begging the arrogant macho to spank my ass and make me cum! A grown, respected business woman kneeling over a college boy's lap with his fellow students watching. I felt more than dishonored. I felt beyond embarrassed. Nonetheless, my bodily cravings forced my hand. My body was begging for more while my mind was being tortured by the shame of it.

"Open up, lil hussy!" D-Rod ordered making me spread my legs open to show off my glistening pussy.

"If that ain't no slut! So horny she's leaking fuck juices, huh?" He commented on the wetness on my crotch.

"C'mon bros, get that flossy office tramp off. Each one gets 5 slaps..." The Latin prick told his intern buddies.

"...and you," he addressed me, "better cum before they're finished, or else, I need to come up with another punishment. Geddit, Miss Ho-Worker?"

That threat had an immediate effect on me. My hand shot between my legs, and I started rubbing my clit even before the first slap hit my ass.

Matt was the first in line. He ran his hand over my buns, feeling the heat radiating from my skin. All the while, I continued furiously working my clit. My pussy felt like soup and my hips were twitching out of control. I got lost in the feeling while hearing the interns goading me. Out of nowhere, Matt hit my left buttock hard, giving me no chance to brace myself.

"Ooowww! Ouch! Ouch!" I lamented and stopped fingering my clit for a moment.

"Thank you sir!..." I profusely thanked *Sir Matt'. "Spank this dirty bitch till she cums for you!"

"Owww! Snifff! Owww! Snifff!" I wailed and sobbed when he continued spanking me.

Making the most of it, the cocky frat boy alternated between slapping and teasing me. First, he flicked my ass cheeks with his fingers a few times, tricking me and making my ass meat jiggle. Then he let his hand sharply rain down on my buttocks several times in rapid order, catching me off guard.

Fuck! That stung badly! As Matt had proven before, he was the most courageous of D-Rod's fellow interns. He was giving it so hard to my ass it took me till the next blow before I remembered my task. Hastily, I proceeded rubbing my clit, focusing on the wave that was coming while his final blows felt like licks of fire on my bum.

When he was done, tears were freely flowing down my cheeks while I was grunting from the hard work. I was vigorously bucking around on D-Rod's lap like a wild mare.

"Thank you, sir, for making this bratty bitch's cunt twitch!" I gave another ridiculous thank to Matt.

Taylor picked right up where Matt had left off. He stepped behind my red glowing bubble butt and administered two spanks to each ass cheek. He didn't savor the situation as Matt had done, instead proceeding to the task at once. As a quarterback, he must have packed a punch. Yet, his slaps were a lot softer than Matt's. The two guys were the polar opposites.

"Aaaouuuch! Ummm!" I bawled as much as I moaned.

My pussy felt the ripple effect of each slap, which only added to my pleasure. I forcefully humped D-Rod's lap, trying to grind my pussy against him. It felt so good! No matter how comical it must have looked. The Latino had to hold me in place to keep me from toppling off his knees.

Finally, it was Justin's turn, the last intern in line. I was running out of slaps to finish my job. As ridiculous as it sounds, I almost wished for more spanks to have a better chance to get off.

Justin didn't simply step up behind my backside and paddle my ass, though. Instead, he followed Matt's lead and started teasing me. He grabbed my arms and held them behind my back while taking his time to mock the naughty slut. He held his hand inches away from my tingling pussy. I could feel its presence but couldn't feel its touch. He pushed his hand to this side and that side, and to the boys' delight, my hips followed! He made my ass jab in all directions following his lead.

Their laughter was ringing in my ears. Still, I almost started begging him to finger fuck my pussy. Oh shit! I wanted this horrid youth to rub my pussy!

WHACK

The moment I opened my mouth to beg, he made my right buttock jiggle with a fierce smack. As he let my hands go, I had to grab the chance. With lightning speed, my right hand shot back to my clit, and I slipped two fingers right into my pussy. It was so wet, my fingers slid in easily.

The guys enjoyed the sight of the manager furiously fucking her pussy with her freshly manicured, French-nailed fingers. All the while, I was so occupied with pleasuring myself that I couldn't even tell if Justin was still slapping me. A feeling was coming over me that drowned out everything else.

"Yeah, Miss Powers! Cum for us! Cum like the slut you are!" D-Rod urged me.

The Latin thug slipping a finger in my ass finally did the trick. The wave broke and my toes curled as my innards quaked. I writhed around like I had touched a live wire while I screamed in primal lust. The orgasm that ripped through me was so forceful that I squirted! The clear liquid shot out of my pussy like a fountain. It poured down in between my legs and dripped onto the floor, leaving a wet mess.

I had totally lost control over my body as my orgasm held me in its clutches. Twitching and jerking vigorously, I tumbled off D-Rod's lap and collapsed on the floor.

"What a fucking slut!"

"Never seen a whore so horny to cum from getting her ass slapped!" I heard the boys commenting.

"Oh, she'll do a lot more than that, bros!" D-Rod was quick to assure them with a mocking laugh.

He then grabbed my chestnut tresses and pulled me back onto my hands and knees. He wasn't done boasting with his office pet.

"So Miss Ho-Worker, glad you were allowed to cum?" D-Rod addressed me when he had led me back to the worn-out couch.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 07



"Yes sir!" I replied off the top of my head. "Your office pet needed to cum sooo badly. Thanks for that!"

My mind was still clouded with fuzziness. These young college students had watched me cum like a wanton slut. I couldn't sink any lower, could I? Somehow, it didn't bother me anymore. I was too occupied with my relief to even think about it.

"What's the proper way to thank your man?" D-Rod growled in dissatisfaction with my response.

"Show them who's your man." He told me while getting up from the couch. "Remember how to do that?"

For a moment, I was taking aback, not knowing what he was talking about, but then it dawned on me. Of course, I knew! I hadn't forgotten, and it made me gulp.

He had demonstrated his dominance to the guys from the fast food joint by having me kiss his ass. Now, he wanted me to do the same to prove his dominance to the other interns.

I hated doing it! Not only was it humiliating as hell but also gross! I didn't want to do it. The bum basting had been degrading enough.

"You need another spanking? With the ruler this time, Miss Ho-Worker?" D-Rod asked when he noticed my reluctance.

No! I definitely did not. He would probably spank my ass until my flesh was in tatters. I couldn't take no more of that.

"Then tell me what you wanna do, lil hussy!" He demanded after seeing me meekly shake my head.

It was such a perverse act it made me feel so low. I had to gulp before I could beg the macho prick.

"Please Sir Da-Rod, mark your territory! Let me kiss your ass."

For a moment, the whole room was silent. The interns were too surprised to react. They couldn't believe what they had just heard.

"Hm... That hesitation wasn't convincing." D-Rod toyed with me. "You gotta make up for that blunder so you gonna lick my ass this time." 

Hearing this, the interns exploded in rounds of hoots and hollers. For my part, I felt like dying of shame instead. Licking a guy's ass was beyond gross!

It was a display of ultimate submission. The thought of three college boys having a front-row view to the grown business lady sticking her face into a young guy's ass was too nasty. It made me faint. At the same time, however, it made my pussy tingle.

Matt needed to nudge my shoulders several times to bring me back to earth. The interns had calmed down and D-Rod had already dropped his pants. The way he looked at me told me that he was absolutely serious about it. I realized that it was his way to send a message to everyone in the room. He was the only one calling the shots. The other interns could participate but couldn't stake out any claims.

Somehow, this calmed me down. I wanted D-Rod to be my man. I didn't want any of the other interns ordering me around. Shuffling on all fours, I crawled around him. Assuming my position on my knees facing his ass, I felt totally owned.

Looking at the hairy ass in front of me, my task didn't become any more appealing. Hesitantly, I ran my French-manicured hands over his ass cheeks, feeling the wiry hairs. Slowly, I spread his cheeks apart while D-Rod slightly bent forward and spread his legs to give me better access.

To get a better view at the action, the three interns had walked behind me. It only made the task worse. Ever so slowly, I stuck my tongue out and gave his balls a quick lick. After running my tongue over his nutsack several times, I knew the time had come to dive in deeper.

Holding his ass open with my sparkling, manicured hands, I cautiously licked his perineum. The rank stench bit my nose and the rancid flavor hit my taste buds. It was bad! It was gross! The mixture instantly made me gag loudly.

"Hihihi!"

Coming up for a breath, I couldn't help but start giggling. The whole situation was so farcical, it simply made me laugh.

"Hihihi!... Hihihi!"

I couldn't stop laughing hysterically. It was all so absurd that it was all I could do. The giggling made me feel like a stupid bimbo. The powerful manager looked like a dolled-up tart, licked a guy's ass, and sounded like a giggling dummy. The thought alone made me giggle even more hysterically.

Stalling for time, I spit against D-Rod's asshole and massaged the spittle into his skin by running my long-nailed index-finger around his sphincter. There wasn't much sense in delaying the inevitable, though.

"Hihihi!"

With another hysterical laughter, I pursed my lips and dove between D-Rod's cheeks. I wanted this over with so I finally got to work. After kissing his asshole, I stuck my tongue out and began running it all over his puckered sphincter while the awful taste and nasty stench engulfed me and made me shiver in disgust.

"Miss Rim!"

"Hihihi!"

"Miss Salad Tosser!"

"Hihihi!... Hihihi!"

"Miss Rusty Trombone Player!"

"Hihihi! Hihihi! Hihihi!"

Watching me giving D-Rod a helluva rim-job, the interns tried to outdo each other in giving me dirty names. Each one topped the other in absurdity and made me giggle even more stupidly.

Get a grip, girl and stop giggling! I cursed myself. However, the boys' hollers spurred me on. Alternating the way I used my tongue, I lay it flat against D-Rod's pucker to lick, rub and flick it. Then I made it stiff to probe, trace, and tap his anal rim.

"Good job, Miss Rim!" The Latino told me eventually while petting my head.

To my dismay, he was using one of those new, dirty nicknames the other interns had come up with. I could only hope he wouldn't make a habit of it as the name sounded more degrading than all the previous ones combined.

My rim-job had obviously pleased D-Rod because he was spurting a huge erection. Looking at the other interns, I noticed they had already pulled their cocks from their pants. Apparently, the next phase had gotten rung in.

Looking from one intern to the other, I could see the thrill of anticipation in their eyes. Whatever was about to happen next, it would reduce me to the interns' piece of fuckmeat for the rest of their internship.

Still, the anticipation of their young, hard cocks almost made me drool. Making those young bucks cum, seemed like a small hurdle on my way to the much needed relief.

"Let's go, lil hussy! Suck off these fine young men." D-Rod eventually ordered. "But first, what you're gonna offer to your man?"

I barely heard him as I was too busy watching the boys' glorious, hard cocks. They were almost hypnotizing me. The sheer sight of Taylor's immense black tool almost made me drool. I wanted to feel it any way I could.

Of course, I knew what he wanted me to offer. He wanted to fuck my ass in front of his buddies to further show off his dominance. My ass was fiery red and scorching after the spanking but that didn't matter. I badly wanted his dick in me.

The three college boys couldn't have looked more eager. After all, they were about to get a blowjob from their hot sexy boss, and I even had to beg them for it on my knees. What a fucking dishonor!

"Sir Taylor, Sir Matt, Sir Justin!" I addressed each one. "Please let this flossy office tramp suck you off. Please use this fuckdoll's mouth as your cum dumpster!"

Woah! I was really getting into this slut talk thingie, wasn't I? How could I ever call my mouth a 'cum dumpster'? It didn't really matter. I badly needed to feel the touch of their hard cocks. Even though I had just cum, it hadn't been enough to quench my lust. So I guess anything was fine to entice them.

"Please Sir Da-Rod, split your fuckpet's bunghole. It has been nicely warmed up for you." I finally addressed my man. "Let your office tramp be a good anal whore for you! Make this ass yours!"

I badly wanted to beg him to fuck my pussy. But I knew how much he wanted to brag about owning Jessica Addams, the manager, in front of his fellow interns.

"That was some good begging, Miss Ho-Worker." D-Rod praised my effort. "Thing is, though, your piehole 'n shithole are open for my bros here. Your cunthole's only open for your man."

"Yes, sir." I hastily apologized although my heart leaped.

On the one hand, I was about to get my pussy filled after all. On the other hand, D-Rod had taken control over my fuckholes. I felt even more owned than before.

Nonetheless, I couldn't help but wonder about this new development. Thus far, D-Rod hadn't cared about which hole his gang homies had fucked. Yet, he was going to great lengths in showing the other interns that he was the boss around here.

He was probably trying to prevent another intern from contesting his position as my master. From the way the day had gone so far, Matt was definitely a dominant guy. By contrast, Justin seemed to be more of a tag-along. Taylor had an immense cock and an imposing physique but he was the shy, reluctant member of the group.

Although Matt was only in his early twenties, he seemed like a junior master in the making. Another Dom ordering me around. Just what I need I thought to myself and almost chuckled about the contradiction.

"Please sir, own your office pet's pussy! Give me the only cock I'm allowed up my cunt." I changed my plea.

"Oh, I'll do. Don't you worry." D-Rod responded. "But Justin here was the one getting suspicious of your behavior 'n putting one 'n one together. So he's gonna get to tap that slutty ass of yours today."

Encouraged by D-Rod's words, Justin stepped behind me and pushed me on all fours. At the same time, Matt and Taylor stepped in front of me. Their dicks were hard and erect already. They formed a circle in front of me. Matt grabbed my long chestnut brown hair and roughly tugged on it, pulling my face up. He pushed my head back so I looked up to him and slapped his cock across my face.

I flinched from the sudden slap. It didn't hurt but clearly told me that I was his piece of fuckmeat for use. Pursing my mouth, I let him cock-slap my lips, reveling in the humiliating treatment. Matt had definitely picked up the vibe of how to use the office pet.

"So you want our cocks, huh, office tramp?" The cocky frat boy asked.

"Yesss!" I purred, feeling the heat rising in my loins. "Give me your cocks! Let me suck you like a good slut!"

In response, Matt held his cock in front of my mouth. The moment I opened my lips and lunged forward, though, he pulled his dick away making me dive into nowhere. My pathetic nosedive made the young bucks laugh, and Matt continued his dreadful mocking. Four more times, he made me lunge out into nowhere. The guys definitely had a ball with me.

"Need to lube the hole first!" Matt finally exclaimed. "Open that piehole, whore!"

What chance did I have? I knew what was coming but wasn't thinking rationally anymore as I was in full sub mode. So I complied and opened my lips wide. Still, Matt had to keep me in place, tightly holding my chestnut brown hair, when I saw him opening his mouth and letting a mouthful of spit drip out. He let his glob of slobber drip right into my mouth!

It was so disgraceful it made me sob and tremble. He was using my mouth as a spittoon! So gross!

After unloading his mouthful, Matt turned my face to Taylor on his right side. The black Football player didn't react, though, simply looking at me. Getting impatient, Matt spat directly on my face. I felt a big glob of saliva landing on my forehead from where it dripped down, sealing my eyelid shut.

"All wet 'n ready to get filled." The frat boy taunted me. "Just like a cum dumpster should look like!" 

With the awful spit still in my mouth and on my face, he drove his hard cock right between my lips. He went down to my tonsils with the first go, making me retch and choke pitifully. He definitely wasn't about to let me off easily.

With my head controlled by his grip on my hair, I had no other choice then to submit to his harsh face fucking. While the frat boy used my mouth like a functional hole, I grabbed Taylor's cock to jerk him off. Somehow, I didn't want him left out of all the fun.

The two college guys got into a rhythm of fucking my face alternately. Matt pistoned his dick in and out of my mouth for several minutes until I was able to control my gag reflex a bit better. Still, I continued choking pitifully around his hard tool. All the while, I jerked the black cock while the silver bangles around my left wrist clanked in rhythm.

When Matt pushed his cock out of my mouth, he turned my face over to Taylor to let him drill my face. But not before slapping his spit-drenched dick across my face again, adding some more saliva to my cheeks.

Simply looking at Taylor's cock made me nervous. It looked more like a tree trunk than an actual dick. It was probably 12" long and 7" thick. How could I ever handle such a massive size?

When he put his huge dong into my mouth, it stretched my lips wide. At least, he didn't force my head down, letting me do all the work. Still, I tried to get as much of his meat tool into my mouth as possible. Sliding my soft lips up and down the frontal thirds, I jerked the rear two-thirds with my hands. 

While the two interns ravaged my mouth, Justin got to work on my ass. I suddenly heard a squishing sound moments before a big glob of spit landed right on my asshole and dripped down to my pussy. Ugh! Another hole getting used as a spittoon.

The slimeball didn't hesitate for long and instantly drove two fingers up my butthole which elicited high-pitched, choppy grunts from me. He wasn't taking any prisoners while prying my asshole open, jabbing his fingers roughly in and out. When he stopped a moment, I instantly breathed a sigh of relief. That sigh, though, got stuck in my throat.

"Ooohhh! Owwww!" I squealed when he pushed another finger into my asshole.

I huffed and grunted when I felt my ass filling and my bunghole stretching. Pushing his hands apart, Justin spread my poor asshole open and made it gape. I grunted around the cock fucking my throat while my anal ring got dilated and stretched into new dimensions. 

"The bigger the gape, the better the whore!" Justin commented on his handiwork.

Lending the slimy jerk a helping hand, Matt leaned over my kneeling body and grabbed my sore, beet red ass cheeks. Spreading my glowing buns open, he offered my exposed and vulnerable asshole to Justin. The way the frat boy leaned over me, his cock slid down my throat even further.

"Uuuggghhh! Eeeggghhh! Uuuggghhh!" My squealing voice rose to a high pitch and mixed with my gagging.

Eventually, Justin was done finger fucking my tight, little ass into a gaping hole and placed his cock at my sphincter. At least, my butthole was well-prepared after all the stretching.

Methodically, the jerk pushed his hard cock up my ass. He popped his cockhead inside before taking a break letting me get used to the size. His cock wasn't as thick as D-Rod's or as big as Taylor's but it had a nice girth to it.

Then he proceeded to shove another inch up my ass chute. After every inch, he took a small break reveling in the tightness of my ass muscles clenching his shaft.

When his cock was fully buried up my ass, I heard him high-fiving Matt, heaping some more degradation on me. He then pushed my legs tightly together before beginning to ram my asshole hard and steady with forceful thrusts.

"Gotta keep that shithole nice 'n tight after all that stretching." He commented on that action.

Damnit! Was he calling my shithole, as they liked to call it now, stretched out? How mean!

Apparently, Justin was really happy to be the one tapping my bunghole as he rutted me like a demon. I felt like he was driving his rod all the way up my spine until it poked out of my mouth. I felt so weak and helpless. I felt so lewd and wanton. After all, I was a grown business woman on my hands and knees with my swinging tits dangling below my body while getting spit roasted by four young college guys.

Right now, however, I wouldn't want it any other way. By now, I had come to thoroughly enjoy getting my ass fucked, and the two additional guys pawing my body and attacking my mouth only added to my pleasure. The sensations sweeping over my body were indescribable. I hadn't known I could feel so many conflicting emotions at the same time even though they blended into one mind-blowing feeling of zest.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Mmm! Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaaahhh!" I commented each and every stroke up my bunghole with high-pitched grunts and groans.

Out of a sudden, though, Justin's cock was gone from my ass.

"Look who's yawning!" The slimebag exclaimed while showing off my gaping asshole.

My face flushed crimson in shame when they all stopped what they were doing to gather behind my butt. They started inspecting my stretched out butthole and high-fived once again.

"Woah, never seen a gape like that! For reals!" Taylor blurted out in awe.

"That's so porno, dude." Justin added.

"C'mon slut, spread that ass 'n open up for us. Say 'cheese' with that shithole of yours!" Matt told me with a slap to my fiery red ass.

"Rather say 'ooo' with that shithole. Hehehe!" Justin corrected his fellow intern forming a wide round hole with his lips.

The slimeball was right. I definitely felt like a pornstar in a cheap sex video when I reached back and spread my glowing buttocks apart. Trying to relax my ass muscles, I gave my best to widen my ass ring for their viewing pleasure.

Oh shit! I wasn't a manager getting judged by my leadership qualities any longer. I was nothing but a sex toy getting judged by my gaping qualities.

"Wow! What a fucking contrast!" Taylor exclaimed, slowly becoming more vocal.

"You mean that glowing red skin contrasting with those fake-ass glitzy nails?" Justin asked. "Yeah, looks hot as fuck. The combination of that wide gaping ass, fine manicured hands, 'n flashy jewelry is even better. Guess we should call her Miss Glitter now."

"Yeah! Her looks basically scream 'I'm a cheap floozy. I'm a shallow trophy doll, only existing to look good 'n please my man'!" Matt agreed.

"You did a good job pimping up that MILF, D-Rod." He told my man. "But she's far from a real luxury bunny."

"She's more like Miss Brat than Miss Barbie. Remember those dolls?" The overbearing frat boy continued. "The cheaper, less pretty Barbie versions. Hehehe!" 

What the fuck! These guys wouldn't stop making a laughing stock out of me, would they? The way they were talking about me as if I wasn't present was so presumptuous! The way they were inspecting me like a piece of furniture up for auction was so impertinent! However, each degrading title made my pussy throb maddeningly. Cheap floozy. Trophy doll. Luxury bunny.

"You should see the rest of the clothes she bought to get all spiffed up." D-Rod responded with a chuckle. "But I agree. There's room for improvement. She looks fine for a hoodrat but far from a glamour doll. We need to work on that!"

Damn! D-Rod was agreeing with that bastard of a frat boy. I didn't like that at all. Nonetheless, the way he told me to work on improving my looks made the skin prickle all over my body.

After all three had agreed on the necessity of further dolling me up, Justin proceeded with his anal assault. He simply thrust his hard cock through my dilated ass ring and hammered away. It must have been a sight to behold with me, the groaning and jabbering MILF hottie, on my knees, my tits swinging, and my ass getting pounded into oblivion.

With the speed he was drilling my asshole, Justin didn't hold out very long. With a loud grunt, his balls erupted pumping load after load of spunk up my ass chute. I felt the hot cum coating my anal walls, filling my ass to the brim.

There wasn't much time to catch a breath for me after Justin was spent. Matt and Taylor had repositioned themselves in front of my face while D-Rod got to work on my pussy. With his cockhead, he scooped up some wetness from my crotch to coat his dick and easily slid up my pussy as he only met slight resistance. Getting my cunt filled balls deep. I was in heaven and started unabashedly moaning around Matt's cock filling my mouth.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 08



Jessica's Change Management Ch. 08

---Week3 - Tuesday---

My alarm clock started ringing at 6:30 in the morning. Drowsily, I staggered into the bathroom. My butt still hurt reminding me of the spanking I had gotten yesterday.

While taking a shower, I reminisced about yesterday's events. It had been the longest day at work in my entire career. D-Rod's dice dare had kept me on my toes for most of the time and everything had gotten worse when the Latino had brought the other interns into the mix.

What a damned motherfucker! Why the fuck had he done that? What had he been thinking? I was still seething at the fucking macho prick. After all, he had left me with a right mess at my hands.

As of now, all four interns knew about my role as D-Rod's office pet! Even worse, they had fucked me and used me like an easy slut! It was exactly what I had tried to avoid from the beginning.

Now, I had to face the inevitable. D-Rod might have been the leader of the pack, but I had become the official intern slut. Life at the office was about to get a lot worse, with the other boys tagging along.

Today was a crucial day. There was a great deal at stakes. Yesterday's spanking in front of the interns had been more than a lesson for me. It had been a warning! D-Rod was capable of letting more and more people participate in the office dares.

Imagine him bringing Ortega into the loop! I couldn't risk that! I had to do everything to prevent it from happening.

My job was clear to me. I had to keep D-Rod fully occupied. I couldn't risk him getting bored and cooking up further ideas. Gosh! The sheer thought of working hard to please and satisfy the macho thug made my pussy boil.

Yes, I wanted D-Rod to take control of me. Yes, I wanted him to use me to his liking. No, I hadn't forgotten him blackmailing me. No, I hadn't forgotten the dirty sex acts, degradations, face slaps, and spankings he had forced upon me.

There was no denying, however, that a growing part of me enjoyed the Latino's dominance and embraced the sexual humiliations. Even though my sophisticated self kept feeling dirty and demeaned, the rejection of my submissive nature lessened with each day.

In a strange way, getting fucked by the other interns had strengthened my bond to D-Rod. Matt had really tried to challenge him to get me under his thump. Even though I had reacted submissively by default, it had become clear to me that I only wanted D-Rod to be my master. He knew exactly how to push my buttons. He knew exactly how to treat me.

I wanted to be his luxury toy. I wanted to look good for him. I wanted him to control me and no one else.

Wow! Controlled! Big word, right? Yet, that was the way I felt.

I shouldn't be staggered by it, though. Over the course of the last two weeks, the feeling had increased steadily, no matter how much I had denied it. Finally, it had resulted in the current situation. Here and now, I wanted to serve the arrogant macho and please him as best as I could. Even if it had the purpose of rubbing Matt's nose in the fact that he would never be my master.

Matt didn't appeal to me at all. Still, he had been the boldest and most dominant of the interns. The overbearing frat boy had acted like such a spoilt brat! Yet, he had called me Miss Brat - a wannabe Barbie in need of improvement. It made me fume with anger. He had to be kidding! With my fake tan, long flashy manicured fingernails, and tan tattoos, I already looked like a full-blown porn queen, right?

It sounds ridiculous, I know. After all, I hate everything about these vain, dolled-up bimbos. The fact, however, that this little frat boy was daring D-Rod and slamming down my efforts provoked me to no end. I wanted to stand by my man and prove this shithead wrong.

Of course, D-Rod hadn't left Matt's challenge unanswered. After all, he had to prove he was the boss, right? So I found myself standing up an hour early and driving to the shopping mall before work to find something to properly doll me up like their little office bunny.

Before leaving the house, it had taken me extremely long to choose an outfit. After all, I wanted to please D-Rod and prove Matt wrong at the same time. Finally, I decided to follow the Latino's lead and wear some over the top slutty clothes underneath a business dress.

I chose the sluttiest item D-Rod had picked during our shopping trip to the mall. While putting it on, I remembered arguing with him about the dress. I had told him that there was no place on earth I could ever wear something like it. But he had only laughed at me and chosen it anyway. Right now, I was almost glad he had prevailed.

It was a red wet look chemise with an absolutely revealing design that showcased a strappy criss cross front. The straps exposed my flat belly and emphasized my big, teardrop shaped fleshorbs. Basically, the inner half of my big ole funbags was visible right up to my nipples. Beyond that, the glaring red color acted like an alarm signal and the wet look material gave it a skintight look.

To somehow counterbalance the sluttiness, I put an elegant office dress on top. It was a sleeveless bandage dress that almost reached down to my knees. The v-neck was deep enough to give a hint of my full 36c bust but far from revealing. The black and white patchwork design, however, made it look extremely fashionable. The front was white whereas the sides and back were black. It gave the dress a pencil-shaped look and perfectly emphasized my curves.

I paired the dress with killer heels. The classic style stiletto heel pumps featured a black and white two-tone look, peeptoe, 4" heel, and small platform. They looked trendy as hell. As accessories, I wore the pair of silver heart shaped earrings with the matching silver heart necklace and the ruler charm bracelet on my right wrist.

On the outside, the outfit appeared elegant and a bit overdone. After all, I wasn't attending a fashion show but going to work. Still, I knew I could pull it off. The boys wanted me to look like their luxury toy, and in this outfit, I felt like a fashionista extraordinaire. I definitely looked sexy on the outside. Yet, the slutty red wet look chemise made me feel slutty on the inside. The first step had been made.

Driving to the shopping mall, I couldn't help but wonder what I was about to do. The task was simple. I had to make myself look like a dolled-up tart. The execution wasn't so simple, however. After all, I already looked like a glitzy doll, right?

I couldn't believe that I was about to degrade myself like that, particularly as I didn't want any further changes to my appearance! The worst part about it was the fact that it was me choosing the 'upgrades'. It made me an active part in my own degradation and turned me into my interns' obedient accomplice.

The guys had masterfully managed to maneuver me into a conflict with myself. I hated looking like a dolled-up Barbie, yet I yearned for D-Rod's approval. I hated acting like a wanton slut, yet I wanted to please him and impress his intern buddies.

Gawd! No self-respecting business executive would ever act like that! No self-respecting business executive would have several tan tattoos either!

On the other hand, Matt's accusations were still gnawing away at me. He had called me 'Miss Brat' and compared me to these cheap, slutty wannabe-Barbie imitations that couldn't hold a candle to the original doll. I couldn't let that slide! His offensive insult blended out any rational thought! Right now, everything kitschy and tarty was fine with me as long as it proved the overbearing frat boy wrong. I wanted him left with egg on his face.

Arriving at the shopping mall, I still didn't have a clue what I was going to do. Slowly, panic welled up inside of me. D-Rod had already dolled me up so much that I didn't feel comfortable with anything else. I tried to remember the things he had suggested before.

Bleached blonde hair! Definitely not! I couldn't show up at work with dyed hair. My subordinates wouldn't take me serious anymore!

Collar and leash! I didn't want to buy that either. I better not wanted to imagine what D-Rod would do with it. After all, I couldn't be seen walking around the office with a leash around my neck, could I?

Piercings! That didn't sound appealing to me either. I didn't want any permanent changes to my body.

Damnit! I couldn't come up with anything on my own. My smarts had totally left me as my mind was too clouded with anticipation. I really felt like a ditzy bimbo chick, so aroused I couldn't think straight.

It didn't help solving my current problem, though. I still had to choose something. The start of work was coming closer and I couldn't be too late. Everything permanent like dyed hair and piercings remained out of the question.

Under all circumstances, however, I wanted to see Matt eat his words. There was no way around it. I had to serve up something flashy and eye-catching. The prospect of making the arrogant bastard eat some humble pie was too compelling.

They wanted me to look like a glamour doll, right? What was typically glamourous then? I remembered watching a TV show about a new trend for young girls. It was called 'vajazzling' with crystal ornaments getting applied to the pubic area. It was almost as good as a piercing and even more glittery and sparkly, right? It basically screamed 'decorated dolly deluxe'.

The decision was made and I headed to the beauty salon. After explaining my wishes, the young blonde beautician looked at me with a mixture of puzzlement and amusement. She obviously wasn't used to an older woman asking for a 'vajazzling'.

Picking white crystals as decoration, I decided on two different ornaments. You can't believe the look the beautician gave me when I explained my choices. The puzzlement was definitely gone and had been replaced by disdain. It made me squirm. After all, the young girl looked like a fashion Barbie herself with her bleached blonde hair and long extensions. Even a flossed-out chick like her looked down on me!

Still, I was determined to pull through. Exposing myself, however, required a major effort on my part, and the beautician's astonishment only grew wider when she saw my tan tattoos. Of course, she noticed that I wasn't wearing panties either.

Blushing shamefully, I felt beyond tacky. All the time while applying the crystals, I could see the beautician pondering if I was a porn star or a slutty trophy wife. I really couldn't take offense at that given the way my body was decorated.

When the beautician was finished with her work, I mustered myself in the mirror. I had definitely achieved my goal. My body was all glittery. A sparkling crystal crown was framing the 'LGZ' tan tattoo, making it look even more 'gangsta' and a heart of crystals framed my shaved pussy, making me look decorated like a Christmas tree.

The blonde beautician couldn't stop shaking her head when I tottered out of the salon which made me all hot and bothered.

Arriving at the office, I tried my best to look as inconspicuously as possible. After all, I didn't want my co-workers pestering me about my new fashion style. Stepping inside my office, I was in for a surprise. All four interns were sitting inside the room! They were lounging around on my chairs with Matt sitting on my desk, leisurely letting his feet dangle down.

"The receptionist was so kind to let us in. After all, we had some folders you needed first in the morning, didn't you?" D-Rod told me with a big grin on his face.

Damnit! These fuckers were taking over my office making it their own! Ortega, O'Bannon, and I were the only consultants with an individual office. It was an important status symbol! Not only did these bastards control my body, they were also taking possession of my office now, further reducing my status. Dirty pricks!

"Actually, it wasn't so much the folders. Instead, I got a present for you." D-Rod clarified. "See it as encouragement, fuckdoll. You did well yesterday. But you can do better."

With that, he got off my chair and stepped over to me. With a grin on his face, he produced a new bracelet and put it around my left wrist. It was a silver charm bracelet with 8 dice lined up on the chain. Each side of the die had a different letter engraved and all dice could be turned freely to create different words. Holy shit! Now, I had a charm bracelet on each wrist that reminded me of my previous slut tasks.

"So you don't forget the dare you loved so much, Miss Brat!" He remarked with a chuckle.

Fuck! He was right. It had been the most dangerous office dare yet. Still, I had enjoyed the hell out of it. Well, until the other interns had gotten into the mix. As a consequence, the new charm wasn't so much a reminder of the dice dare, but a reminder of my new position as the interns' luxury toy. Simply looking at the silver dice produced a lump in my throat as it made me think of the constant harassment I was about to experience during work.

"When my bros learned 'bout you getting a gift, they didn't wanna miss out." D-Rod continued. "So they got their own present for you, Missy."

It was Justin's honor to present the interns' encouragement. Stepping up to me, he held something behind his back. With a theatrical gesture, he finally showed it off.

It was a popsicle?!? What the fuck?!?

I looked at it in total confusion. It had a pink color and the typical form of an ice pop with a wooden looking stick at one end. Suddenly, though, my eyes grew wide. I finally realized what it really was.

It was a dildo! It was an extra-girthy dildo made of smooth pink silicone!

I couldn't believe the guys had brought such a nasty sex toy into the office. It only enforced my fear of their plans of playing with their fuckpet constantly.

The dildo could only be described as a fat dong. The length must have been a good 9". The girth widened towards the lower end until it reached a girth of about 2".

"I knew you'd love it! Sucking on a popsicle makes the day of a silly pet like you, right? It's the perfect slut candy." Justin jibed at me when he saw my dumbfounded face. "And the size makes it even better. We thought your fuckholes could use some training, you know, so they match your appearance in sluttiness 'n all."

"Can't argue with that, can you?" D-Rod supported the nasty idea. "Starting today, you're gonna use it for your edging regime. Bet you were getting bored with your fingers anyway."

Standing there in my office with a dildo in my hand, I didn't know what to do. I was totally confused. I was so baffled that I almost performed a displacement activity and started sucking on the fake popsicle.

OMG! How embarrassing! I could barely stop myself at the last second. Still, the interns noticed my gesture and broke into laughter. With my face flushed red and my hands trembling, I stored the dildo in my office container.

"I see you love your new gifts!" D-Rod said with dry sarcasm. "But enough with our slut upgrades. Let's check on yours."

"Nice outfit you picked, lil hussy." He praised my choice of clothes after mustering me extensively. "But what 'bout the improvements?"

Slowly recovering from the shock, I remembered my mission. I wanted to please D-Rod and make Matt eat his words. My black and white patchwork dress was obviously a good start. Turning around, I locked my door. This was supposed to be a big show. So I didn't want to get interrupted.

Facing the guys, I quickly opened the zipper of my dress and let it fall to the floor, exposing my red wet look criss cross chemise. Slowly gyrating my hips, I presented the vajazzling that encircled the 'LGZ' tan tattoo. With my long, sparkling French nails, I seductively traced the crystal crown before spreading my legs. Grabbing the red material of the chemise, I pushed it up to show off my pussy and split my cunt lips with my left hand. My full, juicy labia slipped out, giving the guys a great sight while I presented the glittery heart framing my twat. Finally, I pushed the wet look material down and bent forward to let my juggs dangle down my chest. Lifting my arms, I squeezed my heavy boobs with my forearms while showing off the two charm bracelets.

The boys' reactions didn't disappoint. D-Rod smiled proudly whereas the other interns looked totally gobsmacked. Their eyes went wide and their mouths gaped open when they saw all the vajazzling and bling bling. Both reactions made me tingly, and I beamed broadly in return. Making D-Rod happy had become just as much of a turn-on as attracting men's attention with my looks.

"You like my new jewelry, boys?" I purred as best as I could. "Makes me look like the perfect office tart, don't you agree?"

"What you say now, Matt? Guess you were wrong. I'm not Miss Brat, I'm Miss Glitter after all!" I directly addressed the frat boy.

Of course, I couldn't let this chance slip. The way he stared at me was perfect payback. He obviously hadn't counted on me going so far in my slut upgrades. Vajazzling, manicured fingernails, deep fake tan, tan tattoos, bling bling, and a stylish outfit. If that didn't make me a glamour doll, I didn't know what else would do.

'Yes! That's where you belong, little boy. All spellbound and flustered. Be glad you're even allowed to touch me.' I almost said that loud. I didn't dare mocking him so cruelly, though. It didn't matter anyways. Seeing him all humbled felt good enough. At least, that was the way he appeared to me that moment.

"Lookit! The bitch got something right!" D-Rod finally said.

Woah! What a disparaging remark! Still, it sounded more like a compliment to me and made me smile. I had succeeded!

"Come here, office pet!" He instructed me.

Only clad in the tiny red chemise, I walked over to my man and kneeled in front of him. He simply grabbed my arm and inspected the dice charm bracelet he had bought. Apparently, he had chosen it for a reason. Turning each die, he seemed intrigued. Slowly recovering their senses, the other boys gathered around him watching him play with the new toy.

"Hehehe! That's awesome!" They hollered when D-Rod formed a word with the dice.

Looking down, I saw the letters he had picked. 'OFFICEHO'. First, I couldn't make out the meaning but then I realized that it meant office ho. How degrading!

"Hehehe! Let me give it a try!" Justin exclaimed taking over.

He turned the dice while the others egged him on impatiently. 'MILFCUNT'. Reading the word MILF cunt made me flinch briefly. I couldn't walk around the office flaunting the word cunt! Way too vulgar!

Following D-Rod's urging, Taylor took over. The Football jock shyly turned the dice. He was still nervous and reluctant. It seemed like he was uncertain about the whole situation.

"Yeah, that one's good, too." Justin said when Taylor had finally formed a new word.

This time, the meaning made my heart beat faster with pride. 'LUXXDOLL'. He saw me as the luxury toy I had worked so hard to be.

"Look at the cougar cunt. Makes her smile being marked as a trophy bunny." Matt chimed in, slowly regaining his brash attitude. "I bet you wanna show that off to all your subordinates, huh?

"Still not true, though." He continued, startling me. "Told you, Taylor, she's not there yet. No matter what the bitch thinks."

He had obviously recovered his arrogance and wasn't too pleased about my taunting. He still thought I wasn't looking flossy enough? Was he insane?

"You put some lame crystals on your cunt 'n think you're a high-class bitch?" He chided me. "Boring! It's not permanent. It's not visible! It doesn't scream 'I'm a manufactured plastic doll'. You gotta do better than that!"

Woah! He had just caught me off guard. I thought I had put him down a notch but the opposite was true. My revolt had only made him angry.

"That's the right word there!" Matt took over turning the dice.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 08



'MISSBRAT'. With a whimper, I realized that it was the exact name Matt had given me. He was labeling me a trashy Barbie imitation.

"Right now, that's what you are. A cheap wannabe doll." The frat boy drove his point home. "The cougar cunt should wear the bracelet like that to show off her actual title! What you say, D-Rod?"

"Hm, it's a good idea." The Latino agreed.

NO! D-Rod couldn't buddy up with that motherfucker! I was his personal pet already, wasn't I? I didn't need to be the interns' fucktoy!

D-Rod agreeing with Matt made me nervous as hell. Would I be able to meet their expectations? Could I go any further with my slut upgrades?

"Thank you, sir!" I blurted out. "Miss Brat is proud to be allowed to serve you! Can I wear it all day long?"

Fuck! I didn't want to wear that title around my wrist at all. Still, Matt's challenge had driven me deep into subspace. I hadn't intended to sound so submissive but I meant it nonetheless.

As weird as it sounds, I actually wanted to prove myself to this group of young boys. No matter how much I despised Matt, his dominant demeanor made me yearn for his approval. I was glad about the chance to earn the new title.

What a fucking contradiction! I was the superior! They were interns! Still, I couldn't really complain, could I? How many thirty-year-old women were coveted by a bunch of college boys after all?

"Seems like you need more of a reminder of your status 'round here!" D-Rod told me. "It's not your place to get all bitchy at Matt or any of my buddies. Gettit?"

Woah! Where was this coming from? Not only did D-Rod agree with the presumptuous frat boy, he was also siding with him.

"I expect that from a young, prissy brat, not from a mature office pet. Understood? As long as you keep up that bitchy behavior, you won't get a new title." He emphasized his disappointment

"Yes sir. I'm sorry, Sir Da-Rod! It won't happen again." I sniffled with my head red in embarrassment.

This was so unfair! I had only tried to stand up for him and show Matt that D-Rod was my man. I had done it as much for him as for me!

He was right, though. It was neither my place nor my purpose. He didn't need the help of his fuckdoll. He was more than capable of defending himself.

The interns left me alone for a few hours, which surprised me. I had expected them to start harassing me right from the start. At least, it left me time to continue checking the success rates of my subordinates. A decision had to be made soon, and I wanted to be thorough about it. However, I had a hard time concentrating on the task because my mind was constantly wandering off starting to think about possible dares the interns were cooking up.

The rumor mill was working overtime today. Information had leaked that Brittany Palmer was being laid off whereas Michelle Keelan kept her job. It had been news for me, too. However, O'Bannon had confirmed it when I had asked him about it. As much as it irritated me, it made me angry even more.

Brittany Palmer was an experienced secretary in her late 40s who was doing an excellent job. Michelle Keelan, by contrast, was the absolute opposite. She was a young, inexperienced secretary in her 20s who was more concerned about her looks than her work. For me, she was the epitome of a superficial, dressed-up office floozy who got by with nothing but her looks and bra size.

I bet Ortega had been instrumental in this decision. He probably wanted to keep some eye candy around, not giving a damn about her performance.

Finally, the time for my edging task had come. With a lump in my throat, I opened my office container. I needed a few second to bring myself to grab the fake, pink popsicle and store it in my purse. Hastily, I got up and walked out of my office. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as I could.

When I reached the door, it almost flew into my face and made me stumble backwards. The four interns swaggered into my office with shit-eating grins plastered onto their faces.

"Are you out of your minds?" I protested after gathering my senses. "You can't come in here as a group all the time. It'll attract attention!"

"Aw, don't worry, fuckdoll!" D-Rod simply replied. "Your consultants make us run errands all day long. They got no clue where we are as long as the work gets done."

"So, I guess you were on your way to fulfill your own task, huh?" He asked me. "Did you take your gift along, Missy?"

"Yes... Yes sir." I said after hastily locking the door behind the four guys.

I couldn't say that I felt reassured but I wouldn't get rid of the boys anyways. With D-Rod, you never knew which dangerous place he would choose for another dare. It was better to keep the boys in my locked office. So I opened my purse and showed off the dildo. 

"Let's not waste more time then." The Latin macho said while grabbing the fake dick and pulling it out of my purse. "I bet you can't wait to suck on your nice, pink popsicle."

"Taylor's got today's dare for you." D-Rod told me before throwing the dildo over to his Football buddy.

"Yeah..." The black jock responded hesitantly after easily catching the dildo.

I could see the way he was bracing himself and gathering all his courage to tell me the dare. It seemed quite absurd. After all, it was me who had to perform the dare, right?

"You really liked gambling with the dice, didn't you?" He introduced his idea. "So I thought you'll also love playing a few rounds of rock-paper-scissors. You'll gonna play a round against each of us. If we win, you'll fulfil our task. If you win, you can perform your edging task."

This was the dare? It sounded unusually tame. Truth be told, it sounded like a dare coming from Taylor. It missed the perfidious, degrading aspects in which D-Rod excelled. It even gave me a way out. Somehow, it fit Taylor and his shy, hesitant demeanor. In a weird way, though, it felt like a letdown and not as exciting as the previous dares.

OMG! How much had D-Rod corrupted me and twisted my mind? I was disappointed about an easy dare. How insane was that?

Stepping in front of me, I saw a whiff of hesitation on Taylor's face but it was gone as soon as it had appeared. It was quite obvious that the other interns had pushed and encouraged the black jock before coming to my office. Still, he was slow to kick things off. Even though he had seen the way his buddies treated me, it seemed like a big step for him to put his own dare into action.

"Let's get the party started!" Matt cheered.

That was the trigger Taylor needed to get going. For the moment, it chased away any remaining doubts he might have had. 

"If I win, you gotta deepthroat the dildo!" Taylor started explaining the dare to me. "If you win, you're allowed to cum during your edging task."

Listening to the black Footballer, I studied his face. For the moment, he looked determined. He was in for the dare.

"Rock... Paper..." Taylor started the game clenching his hand.

I definitely wanted to win this dare. Being allowed to cum sounded too good to let it go to waste. So I clenched my hand as well. I decided to go with 'scissors', stretching out the index and middle finger of my right hand.

"Dadumm!" Matt cheered when Taylor showed his clenched fist.

He had chosen to go with 'rock' keeping his hand as a fist.

"Hehehe! Your fake fingernails might be as sharp as scissors but you can scratch that rock all you want. You lose, Miss Brat." Matt mocked me.

Damnit! I had lost the first round.

Taylor started waving the dildo in front of my face, taking up the thread where I had left it off with me getting close to sucking on the fake popsicle in a displacement activity. It was a typical behavior for an animal, which made me feel so silly. It made me feel so much like a pet – a fuckpet. This time, though, there was no way around it. I heard the other interns chuckling. They knew exactly to what Taylor was alluding.

"Remember, usually you have 5 minutes to edge. Now, you got 5 minutes to get that whole dildo down your throat, bitch." Matt reminded me to act quickly.

Dutifully, I started sucking on the pink dick. The prospect of an orgasm wasn't too bad after all. The top of the dildo wasn't much of a problem. But the further my lips slid down the shaft the more I had to stretch my lips. Still, I started pushing my mouth up and down the soft silicone, getting it nice and wet. However, the sheer girth made it hard for me to get more than half of the thick popsicle into my mouth. It was too big!

"Let me hear you gag!" The boys shouted in chorus imitating some rap song.

"C'mon Taylor. it's gag time! Teach the bitch to be a good throat pump." They continued spurring the black jock on.

Taylor still seemed reluctant letting me continue to suck on the dildo at my own discretion. 

"That nasty fucking whore doesn't wanna be cuddled, Taylor." Matt taunted the black intern. "The fucktoy wants her gag reflex trained! She's basically begging you to teach her a lesson!"

Honestly, I wasn't begging at all. Yet, Matt was right in some way. I wanted to be guided.

Finally, Taylor reacted to their promptings and took over the initiative. He began thrusting the dildo in and out of my mouth. Woah! There goes the hesitance! Obviously, he was fed up with being the loser of the group.

He fucked my mouth a couple of times before he pushed the dildo against my uvula. Although it was too big to go down my narrow throat, he kept it pressed against my tonsils.

"Uuurrrggghhh!"

The moment a guttural, gurgling noise burst from my throat, he pushed the silicone dick out and a gush of thick slobber sloshed out along with it. The drooly strings connected my lips with the pink popsicle and threatened to tear off any second.

"You don't wanna stain your stylish dress, do you?" D-Rod chimed in with a chuckle, pointing to the risk of the spit dribbling onto my dress.

Of course, I didn't want that to happen! I wouldn't be able to show my face to my subordinates for the rest of the working day! Although I was glad for my man to take over control, my eyes angrily flashed at D-Rod. Still, I followed his implicit order and pushed my neckline down to reveal the red criss cross straps of my wet look chemise.

As soon as I had revealed my titties, Taylor scraped the drool off onto my tit flesh, making me shudder in disgust. It was so gross! But at least, my dress remained immaculate.

With the dildo clean again, Taylor held it back in front of my face. There was a catch, however, as he held it in the height of my crotch. Looking at him, I saw a dirty glint in his eyes for the first time. Usually, I was used to such a perverse twinkle from D-Rod or Matt. Damnit! The shy guy started enjoying this!

Keeping my legs straight, I lowered my upper body. I felt the tight bandage dress stretching over my bent ass. Once more, I started sucking on the popsicle. I tried my best to work it into my mouth but it was so thick that it stretched my lips uncomfortably. Again, the Football jock took over after a while. He fucked my face until sloshing noises announced that my mouth was overflowing with slobber.

Getting gagfucked by a popsicle! This was so absurd!

Suddenly, he increased the pressure and with a jerk, the thick dildo slid into my throat. It caught me off-guard, and my whole body twitched and trembled. With the fat popsicle stretching my throat into new dimensions, I gagged and gurgled pitifully.

"Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!..."

This time, the black hunk kept the fake dick down my throat for a few more seconds although my retches filled the room. He waited until a torrent of thick, bubbly drool streamed from the corners of my mouth before he released me.

With the frothy spittle hanging from my chin, Taylor scooped it up and fed it back to my mouth. I winced and whined in revolt but gathered the drool in my mouth nonetheless. When he was done with his handiwork, the Footballer threw the dildo over to Justin.

"Times running, Miss Brat!" He reminded me.

When I turned around, Justin was already holding the dildo ready. The four guys had formed a circle around me by now.

"C'mere dolly! To me, dolly!" He taunted me while waving the dildo in front of his chest.

I rushed over to him with my tits swinging, only to have him throw the fake dick over to D-Rod at the last second.

"Too late, bitch!" He chided me and spanked my swinging fleshorbs, giving each big, ole funbag a sharp slap.

"Oooww! Oooww!" I squealed as much from surprise as from the pain.

"Better be quick. Time's running, Missy!" Justin directed me over to D-Rod.

Turning on my heels, I ran over to my man with my big boobs bouncing around like mad. When I reached him, he held the pink popsicle in front of my face, only to push it down when my lips got close to touching the silicone top.

Taking a step to the side, he suddenly stood next to my paper shredder. It was a simple office tool, just the shredder head that was attached to the top of my wastebasket. Using the stick of the dildo, he stuck the fake popsicle into the slit securing it to the shredder head.

Without a word, I knew what to do. I looked at the dildo rearing up from the wastebasket. Gulping down my revulsion, I kneeled down and pushed my face over the trash basket. With my ass in the air, I felt the bandage dress rising over my butt exposing my pantyless ass cheeks.

I couldn't believe it. I was looking into my wastebasket filled with old, shredded papers about to suck on a fake, pink popsicle. All the while, my ass was facing my office door. Gosh! I was about to practice my deep throat skills in the most degrading position I could think of.

I couldn't help but mewl pitifully while kneeling in this demeaning position with my face hovering above my wastebasket. So gross! Getting so close to the trash bin was absolutely disgusting!

Apparently, though, D-Rod had liked Taylor's interpretation of the 'throat pump'. He grabbed my chestnut tresses and pushed my face down impaling the dildo up my mouth until it pressed against my tonsils. The moment a gurgling noise erupted from my gullet, he shoved my head down. With a jerk, it popped down my throat pipe. The pop was so abrupt that it made me flail about while my legs kicked wildly around.

"Bleeeccchhh!" I retched and choked harshly.

The way my body convulsed must have been a sight to be seen. Damnit! D-Rod was cranking up the depravity. With the other guys getting into the groove of using and abusing me, he obviously wanted to prove that he was still the alpha male around. Unimpressed, D-Rod continued the throat pump several more times. 

Hold, gurgle - pop, gag, convulse - repeat.

"Bleeeccchhh!

Hold, gurgle - pop, gag, convulse - repeat.

"Bleeeccchhh!

"Yeah! That's what I call throat training! Another well stretched hole for cocks!" D-Rod exclaimed in between.

Holy shit! Getting my throat stretched was so uncomfortable. It was so strenuous.

Fuck! I was nothing but a tight cock clamp. I was nothing but a sex object.

The way D-Rod used me without any regard to my feelings was overwhelming. It was intoxicating. The degradation of having to look into my wastebasket and drooling slobber into my trash bin only added fuel to the fire! The whole situation was beyond humiliating, and thus made my pussy throb. 

Even with D-Rod's throat pumping, I hadn't managed to get the dildo completely buried in my mouth. Finally, the Latino gave up and let my head go. Pushing my head off the popsicle, though, I still continued choking and dry heaving pitifully because my throat kept on constricting after the harsh impalement.

"Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!..."

D-Rod took the dildo, wiped the slobber off on my lips, and threw it over to Matt. Angrily, I growled at him.

SLAP

SLAP

"Hhhrrr!" I grunted more from frustration than pain.

"Tik, tok! Ain't much time left." The Latino reminded me of the dare.

Once again, I turned on my heels and ran over to the next guy. On my 4" high heels, it wasn't easy to run and I rather staggered than rushed. It only made my titties sway harder and my hips sashay stronger.

Before I even reached Matt, he threw the dildo back to Taylor. They tossed the goddamn dildo from man to man across the circle, making me run every which way.

It must have looked so ridiculous. The grown business executive stumbling through her office with her tits hanging out of her dress. The fact that I was running after a dildo that was getting tossed around by my interns made it even more laughable.

When the fake dick landed back with Matt, he decided to do his own thing. Instead of throwing the dildo to the next in line, he held the popsicle down close to his crotch making me bend down. Without giving it another thought, I lowered my upper body while keeping my legs straight.

When my mouth got close to the silicone popsicle, however, the douche of a frat boy pulled it away and grabbed the back of my head. Pressing my face forward, he pushed my mouth against his crotch.

I mewled and protested when I felt the jeans fabric against my soft lips. I also felt his hard cock straining his pants. With relish, the arrogant bastard rubbed my face all over his pants and hard-on. It was Matt's reminder that I hadn't managed to get my lips on the dildo in time although he hadn't really given me a chance.

What a difference between Justin and Matt. Obviously, the slimy business student was more into the rough, physical stuff whereas the frat boy delighted at the psychological aspects of my humiliation. By all means, Matt's approach was more powerful and persistent. Nonetheless, I found myself appreciating both styles more than Taylor's half-assed attempts. It broached my submissiveness and spurred me on.

Pulling on my chestnut tresses, Matt showed me where he was holding the dildo. It was above his head! With a groan, I straightened up and lifted my head. I couldn't reach it, though! He was holding it too high!

Almost pleadingly, I looked at the frat boy. 'C'mon, give me a chance to be a good slut for you.' I implicitly tried to tell him. It only made him chuckle, though.

"Can't reach it, Miss Brat? Try harder, bitch. Jump for me."

Holy shit! He wanted me to jump on the spot for him. He was dangling the dildo in front of me like a carrot. He was goading me with a treat like a pet!

Grudgingly, I started hopping in my two-tone high heels. I didn't know if this was better or worse than jumping on the spot to make my titties topple out of my top like I had done yesterday. Both acts were extremely humiliating.

Every time I jumped, Matt pulled the dildo higher, forcing me to leap higher as well. Each time, my fat fleshcans bounced wilder than before. The bastard made me hop eight times and never let me reach the dildo.

The last time, though, he caught me off guard. While I leaped, he pushed the fake popsicle downwards. While my mouth went up, the dildo went down. This way, the fake dick finally got completely buried down my gullet. It was fully inside! Nothing had ever gotten pushed so far up my throat pipe.

"BBBLLLUUURRRGGGHHH!"

My gullet exploded in a single long, forceful retch. I gagged and choked and heaved all at the same time. Meanwhile, throat slime erupted from my mouth. With my head held up, it gushed out like a fountain and sprayed down onto my cheeks and chin. It was so thick and slobbery and gooey! Ugh! So gross!

Still, the fucking dipshit hadn't managed to make me puke which I realized in a touch of pride. I was too good a deep throat slut to puke! My throat was a well-trained cock clamp! 

OMG! D-Rod had really corrupted me for me to have such thoughts. Even worse, these thoughts filled me with pride!

Nonetheless, I had stepped into Matt's trap and personally made me choke on the dildo. I had done it myself! A fact we were both fully aware of as the evil smile on his face told me.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 08



"Time's up!" Taylor chimed in, making Matt stop. "You managed to get it all the way down. Props for that, lil hussy."

"But it was too late. Five minutes were over." He told me. "You didn't fulfill your task, Miss Brat. So you're not allowed to cum today. 

"Too bad, bitch." Matt added with a smirk.

This was so mean! I had succeeded! I had made myself gag and choke so badly! Still, it didn't count. I was disappointed! I was sad about not being allowed to cum. Just as much, however, I was sad about not having been able to perform well enough.

"Still, you got a task at your hands!" D-Rod told me while handing me the silicone popsicle.

With shaking hands, I took the instrument of my humiliation. I knew what he was talking about. I had to edge and wasn't allowed to cum. Although it should have disappointed me, the thought of touching my clit was too compelling, no matter the outcome. I badly wanted to caress my pussy! 

Squatting down, I spread my legs wide, showing off my smooth shaved twat. Holding the pink dildo in my right hand, I touched the tip against my pussy lips. I had five minutes and my pussy was already throbbing maddeningly. So I could take my time. I started running the tip of the dildo up each bloated pussy lip.

"Oooh!" It felt so good.

I went really slow, savoring each and every feeling surging up from my cunt. Finally, I reached my clit with the popsicle. For a few seconds, I simply let the top rest on my sensitive nub. Then I started rubbing it in slow, spinning motions.

"Oooh! Fuck!" I had to concentrate to keep from groaning loudly.

I was still in my office with co-workers close-by! The pleasure radiating from my pussy, however, made it hard to concentrate and keep quiet. 

While rubbing my clit with the dildo, I reached down with my left hand and plunged two manicured fingers into my sopping slit.

"Mmm!"

I was getting damn close to cumming. I had to be careful now. The interns were watching me closely, enjoying the lewd show. They would instantly notice if I was having an orgasm.

There it was! I was on the brink of orgasm. It was coming closer and closer. Every fiber of my body could feel it approaching. I wanted to rub my clit harder. I wanted to pinch my nipples. Anything to tip me over the edge. But I didn't do it.

Every nerve in my body was firing. My whole being was yearning for release. My legs started twitching. I almost fell onto my ass. My body was dancing on the edge.

I was in such a heightened state. My arousal was just as intense as my psychological need. I couldn't stop. With my last bit of will power, I brought my left hand up and slapped the dildo out of my other hand making it fall to the floor. 

My legs continued twitching. My crotch was humping the air desperately trying to get some kind of stimulation. It was getting none. I had denied myself the orgasm, which left me as drained as aroused and needy.

It took quite a few moments until I was able to gather my senses and look at the guys again. Their gazes told me how impressed they were with my performance.

"Helluva lotta self-control you got, lil pet." D-Rod praised me. "Gotta say, well-trained."

"You better touch up on your make-up, though, office pet." He continued. "You don't want your subordinates seeing you like that, don't you?"

His words caused panic to well up inside of me. I hadn't thought about my make-up at all. With all the tears I had shed and the spit I had drooled, I must have looked a right mess.

Hastily pushing my patchwork dress up to cover my titties, I stormed out of my office. I basically rushed to the ladies' room with my head facing the ground. With every step, I prayed not to run into Ortega or O'Bannon. That would have been the worst case scenario. That would have been the end of my career.

Fortunately, there was nobody on the hallway and I reached the ladies' room without running into anyone. Looking into the mirror, I saw that my mascara was completely smeared with thin, dark threads running down my cheeks. Moreover, my chin and cheeks were glistening wetly like a glazed donut. My face looked more like a clown's mask than an elegantly styled business lady. A clownish business exec...

I could have used a shower because my titties were feeling sticky with remnants of slobber as well. But I had to live with touching up my make-up. It took my several minutes to do a somewhat convincing job and remove all reminders of my 'throat training'.

Holy shit! We hadn't even reached lunch, and I was already refreshing my appearance. The way the guys were taking turns using me, they were stirring up each other. Every intern tried to outdo the previous one, using me harder, rougher, and in more demeaning ways. Where would this end? I could only hope for D-Rod continuing to protect me. This was about to become a long day in the office.

When I stepped back into my office, the interns were gone. I was trying to focus back on my work and prepare a project pitch I had to deliver at the end of the week. Somehow, though, I had a hard time concentrating because my mind was constantly wandering off to ponder over the next dare. I was almost glad when the door opened again and Justin stepped inside.

"It's getting close to lunch break, Miss Brat." He told me cheerfully. "We want some tacos for lunch today. So you're gonna visit your friend Checo 'n get the food."

"Pardon me. I do what?" I asked totally baffled.

He couldn't be serious! He wanted me to go and fetch lunch for the interns? What the fuck was he thinking? I wasn't some personal assistant! I was the goddamn superior here! I wasn't serving food to anyone! On the contrary, I had sent out interns to fetch lunch for me before. This was so insolent. This was so presumptuous! It made me seethe with anger.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?" I snarled at Justin. "I'm not gonna do shit for you."

"Hehehe!" The slimeball chuckled in response. "D-Rod said you would react like that. Only gonna make my victory that much sweeter. The game will decide, neither you nor me, Missy."

Fuck! He was right. A silly child's game was about to decide if my interns would reduce the business executive to a serving wench. It was so ridiculous. Every fiber in my body strived against me becoming their servant. Still, chance would decide.

With my legs like jelly, I stood up and held out my hand. Justin looked at me with his trademark slimy grin and reached out all hammy.

"Rock... Paper...!" He announced starting the game.

This time, I was even more motivated to win. I was willing to do almost anything to prevent becoming their silly serving wench. Last time, I had gone for 'scissors'. What would Justin expect me to do this time? Would he anticipate me going for the same shape or for a different one?

I didn't have much time to ponder this. So I chose a different shape, stretching out my hand to symbolize a 'paper'. Justin didn't change the shape of his hand, keeping it clenched to symbolize a 'rock'.

"Yesss!" I couldn't help screaming out in triumph.

I had won. I wouldn't have to drive to the taco joint. I wouldn't have to meet Checo, the nasty 'LGZ' gang member, again. I wouldn't have to reduce myself to the interns' servant.

"Fuuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Justin wasn't happy at all.

"You got lucky, bitch!" He snarled. "But the day's far from over."

"Fuck! Can't leave here empty-handed." He ranted. "Show me your slut outfit again, fucking whore." 

I had expected him to storm out of my office immediately. Obviously, though, he couldn't handle his defeat so easily. As I didn't want to enrage him any further, I reluctantly opened the zipper of my black and white patchwork dress and presented the red wet look chemise for a second time.

Justin instantly stepped close to me and ran his hands over the criss cross straps up to my titties. When he reached the end of the straps, he suddenly pulled on them.

"Oh!" I yelped in surprise when the straps tightened.

He tugged so firmly that the criss cross straps got pushed together. In the process, the wet look material got drawn together as well and tightly squeezed my ripe fleshorbs.

"Owww!" I whimpered when he continued pushing firmly.

The slimeball didn't stop until my soft tit meat got distorted, once again showing his rude streak. In the end, my big ole funbags bulged and almost toppled out of the red chemise.

"That's better, slut." Justin remarked when I pulled the dress back over my bulging melons. "If I can't use you, I can at least slut you up. Hehehe!" 

He watched me put my patchwork dress back on and nodded gleefully when he noticed the changes. Fuck! My dress couldn't hide his manipulations.

My titties were compressed so tightly that the dress bulged obscenely. The material got stretched so much that the dress looked a size too small and about to burst any second. My funbags appeared a size bigger at least, more like d-cups than the actual c-cups. Moreover, my squeezed boobs were riding high up on my chest, making them look almost fake.

Holy shit! There wasn't much elegant about my outfit anymore.

With a final satisfied nod, Justin turned around and walked out of my office. He might have lost the game but he had still found a way to mess with me. Nonetheless, I couldn't stop smiling while watching him leave.

D-Rod might have turned me into the interns' luxury toy but I wouldn't be their serving wench. I was still a business executive. I still had some pride left. The changes in my outfit might overemphasize my bust. But I had great tits and could easily pull it off. Achieving a victory against an intern was far more important.

Another half hour passed until D-Rod called me on the phone.

"Get down to the conference room." He told me tersely before hanging up.

That was unexpected. What was he doing in the conference room? Why was he calling me there?

Grabbing my purse, I walked downstairs. Halfway down the stairs, I realized that the dildo was still in my purse. Gosh! By now, I was carrying a sex toy around wherever I went. So lewd!

On my way, I rushed past Michelle Keelan, the incompetent secretary. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me. Obviously, she had noticed my dress tightly stretching over my bulging fleshcans. I didn't stop, though, simply continuing to hurry down the floor. I had passed her so quickly that she couldn't have gotten a good look, could she? Whatever! Her opinion didn't matter to me anyways. Nonetheless, I felt a tinge of embarrassment when I kept moving.

The conference room was located on the main floor of our office. It was mostly used for work meetings. However, from Tuesdays to Thursdays most of the consultants worked directly on customers' locations. So the room wasn't heavily used during those days.

Stepping inside, I saw all four interns lounging around on seats around the large table. They had tacos and fries in front of them. I better not wanted to ask how they had picked up the food.

"What are you doing here? Are you insane? You know it's not allowed to use this room as lunch room."

"Aw c'mon, Miss Brat. Don't be such a drag!" D-Rod replied unfazed. "Most of the consultants are out of office anyways."

"Why don't you use your chill-out room in the basement?" I inquired. "I'm not going to do anything in here."

"There's no TV down there." The Latino responded, pointing to the large flat screen hanging on the wall.

Usually, the flat screen was used for presentations during the meetings. But the interns had switched it on and were watching some online clips on a tube site.

"Too bad you won that round, office pet." D-Rod told me, focusing back on lunch. "I bet you'd have loved paying Checo with your fuckholes, wouldn't you?"

No! I wanted to say. I never want to see that brutal gangster ever again. But I kept my mouth shut, not liking where this conversation was going.

"I see Justin made the most of his loss." The Latino commented on my bulging tits, making me blush. "That dress was way too boring for a slut like you anyways."

"So..., Justin said you were far too happy 'bout the win." He continued. "So I decided to combine my round with lunch."

Shit! D-Rod knew exactly how much I resisted becoming their serving wench. He knew how proud I was about my status as a business executive. He wanted to see me struggle some more.

"If I win the round, you're gonna suck us off during lunch 'n all you get to eat for the day is our cum." The Latin macho explained the task. "If you win, you get your own taco."

Wow! What a nasty dare! Once again, D-Rod had proven that he was the master of the perfidious dare. He wanted me to give them a blowjob while they were eating. He wanted to feed me their cum as lunch. He wanted to put me on a sperm diet for the day. Gawd! It was so vicious it instantly made my pussy surge. Damnit! How much I had come to love his vicious, insensitive manner.

"But... But..." I stammered.

'But not here in the conference room.' That was what I wanted to say but I didn't get the words out before D-Rod had started the game.

"Rock... Paper...!" He began without further words.

"I take it as 'papers' if you don't participate, fuckdoll." He said pointing at my unclenched hand.

Quickly, I formed a fist and joined the game. I wanted to have a winning chance after all. Nonetheless, I was dead set on discussing the choice of room after the game if it would still be necessary. If I won, it wouldn't matter anyways.

As I had been lucky with 'paper', I decided to go with it again. So I stretched out my fake-nailed hand. D-Rod obviously anticipated me choosing my lucky shape and decided upon 'scissors'.

Fuck! I had lost for the second time. The feeling of elation from the victory against Justin was gone. I had to suck the interns off while they were busy eating their lunch. This would be so degrading. They would use me as their throat pump and discard me like a used object when lunch was over.

"So... should I go ahead to the chill-out room and wait for you guys?" I tried addressing the choice of room.

"On the contrary, fuckpet, you go on your knees 'n start smoking my cock here 'n now." D-Rod retorted, saying the exact words I had feared.

"We can't do that, D-Rod! I can't do that!" I argued, even forgetting to call my man 'sir'. "What if a colleague walks in on us? It's way too dangerous!"

"Told you already. Almost everybody's out of office 'n the rest's eating out. Michelle was just leaving when you entered." The arrogant macho didn't relent. "You better get going or you wanna wait till your subordinates come back?"

Of course, I didn't want that. I wanted him to follow me to the chill-out room. I wanted him to listen to my pleas. Only this one time!

"Want me to lend you a hand?" Matt chimed in.

Shit! Matt was using my hesitation to make a play for dominion. D-Rod couldn't afford ceasing control over me. I couldn't afford losing D-Rod's control over me.

I relented although I didn't want to. Sucking off the boys in the conference room didn't appeal to me at all. But I had to back up my man.

Slowly getting on my knees, I crawled over to D-Rod and spread his legs. I ran my long French nails over his pants from his shins to his crotch. All the while, the Latino continued munching on his taco. Using my glittery, fake fingernails, I opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. It was quickly hardening in my hand.

Only using my glittery French nails, I ran the long, plastic tips up and down his shaft, teasing his cock until it twitched. Then I spit into the palm of my hand to get it nice and wet.

"Got a better idea." The macho told me with his mouth full.

He grabbed a pack of ketchup and smeared the sauce all over his shaft. Watching him grease his cock with the gooey, red stuff made me wince. It looked gross! Still, I braced myself and stuck my tongue out. Running it up his dick, I got the full flavor of the tomato sauce. This was so nasty! Licking ketchup off a guy's cock!

After cleaning all the sweet, red sauce off D-Rod's meat pole, I put my soft lips over his cock and started sucking. Bouncing my head up and down, I tickled the top of his cockhead with my tongue giving it a nice, wet spit bath.

In stark contrast to the throat training I had endured during the last round, D-Rod let me do all the work leaning back and enjoying his taco. For him, I was an object he barely noticed, as he was busy with his food. The humiliation shot through my pussy like a jolt. 

My head bobbing got quicker and deeper and I could feel D-Rod's tool starting to strain. The Latin macho stopped me, though, by smearing ketchup onto his balls. I had to stop sucking and bath his balls instead. One after the other, I took his nuts into my mouth and extensively munched on it. The sweet tomato flavor hit me with full force making me shake on my knees.

The other boys quickly joined in on the fun. One after the other pulled his cock from his pants and smeared ketchup on his dick.

"C'mere, dolly! To me, dolly!" Justin once again teased me as he had done before.

With a shove to my shoulders, D-Rod sent me over to the slimy student. As he was sitting on the other side of the table, I had to crawl under it. OMG! I was on my hands and knees crawling around underneath the table in a conference room.

When I crept out on the other side, Justin waved his ketchup covered dick in front of my face. He made me clasp my hands behind my back and stick my tongue out to show my obedience. Only then, he let me lick the ketchup off his cock meat. After cleaning his shaft and burying every inch of his meat pole in my mouth, he sent me over to Taylor.

Reaching the black Footballer, I proceeded with my cleaning task licking the tomato sauce off his massive cock and engulfing his cockhead with my mouth. When I was done, I had to crawl underneath the table again to reach Matt.

"Hehehe! Passing around the slut like a piece of meat. We should call her the Pass-Around Puppet!" Matt taunted me.

"Let's play some Russian Roulette, bros!" D-Rod suggested when their laughter had died down. "We sit here with the Pass-Around Puppet under the table sucking us off. She got two minutes to blow our dicks before we pass her along clockwise. Last one to cum's the winner 'n gets to fuck the pet's ass later on."

"Yeahhh! Helluva idea!" Of course, the boys loved the idea.

"Take this. Time to collect your lunch, Missy!" D-Rod told me and handed me an empty plastic cup that had been filled with soda before.

Meanwhile, the other guys were quick to react. When I reached Matt and tried to creep out from under the table, they had already moved their chairs to the table so their legs were underneath. I was trapped!

"The minute's running, office bike!" Matt told me brusquely.

As I didn't want him to win the game, I immediately started bobbing my head over his stick. All the while, I heard the boys noisily munching on their tacos as if there wasn't a slut on her knees under the table.

"OK, guys. I'm short of time. So let's kick things off quickly." I suddenly heard a voice. "I'm already 5 minutes late to our meeting."

OMG! 

What a shock!

What the fuck was going on?!?

Some man must have walked into the room! He was talking to the interns!

I recognized the voice at once. It was Mr. Blake, an experienced consultant in his 40s from Ortega's department.

I was so shocked I almost bit into Matt's cock. Panic seized me and made me freeze on the spot. I was kneeling under the table right between Matt's legs and couldn't move.

How was I supposed to react? How could I get out of this situation? How could I avoid getting detected by Blake?

All these thoughts bombarded and tormented me. The worst case scenario had happened. A co-worker had walked in on us. It was only a matter of time before he would find out about my relationship with the interns. At least, the table was so large that I remained hidden underneath. As long as Blake didn't sit down at the table, he couldn't see me.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 09



-Week 3 - Wednesday-

Once again, my alarm clock started ringing at 6:30 in the morning. Another day in the life of Miss Brat, the interns' luxury toy, was about to begin. Another day, in which I was about to drive to the mall to buy some slut upgrades before work.

After taking a shower, I got dressed. Without giving it much thought, I picked some slutty undergarments first. After the tacky leopard chemise and the saucy wet look garment, I was going for some variety and picked a kinky piece of clothing this time. 

It was a black faux leather corset that featured an open cup top. In the front, it was held together by dark red criss cross ribbons that left a thin strip of skin exposed right down the middle of my flat tummy. The cupless corset was so tight that it barely left room for me to breathe, giving me an extremely narrow waist and pushing my tits way up to my chin. Gosh! What a kinky piece of fetish wear!

Adjustable garters were attached to the corset so I added black seamed stockings to my outfit. On top of the kinky corset, I put on a black satin blouse. To go along with the leather style, I picked a burgundy leather suit with a knee-long pencil skirt. The leather suit and satin blouse were really shiny and tight. The outfit didn't show much skin but lots of curves. All in all, it looked classy if a bit extravagant. 

Just when I had put the outfit on, I received a text from D-Rod.

*Rhinestones r a dolls best friend rite? Put on sum flashy accessories 2day, lil petdoll.*

Damnit! Adding sparkly rhinestone jewelry to the tight leather suit would turn the outfit from classy to tarty. Besides, wearing flashy bling bling would make me look like a total glamour doll already and make it harder to find some good slut upgrades.

Despite my reluctance, I paired the burgundy suit with pointed dark red heels that had a 4.5" heel and rhinestone embellished sole. They were sky-high eye catchers for sure. As accessories, I wore the pair of chola-style hoop earrings with glittery rhinestones. Of course, I added the ruler-charm bracelet on my right arm and the dice-charm bracelet on my left arm although they didn't feature any rhinestones. 

The outfit still appeared extravagant and somewhat classy. The accessories, however, added a flossy note. The outfit was sexy on first look but tarty on closer look. D-Rod would love it!

Driving to the shopping mall, I went through my options. I could dye my hair blond, buy a collar, or get a piercing. Still, none of it sounded appealing to me. This time, though, my mind had been made up ever since I had gotten out of bed.

I had decided to get a piercing, more precisely a navel ring. After all, a belly button piercing sounded like basic equipment for an office tart, right? So I headed straight to the tattoo parlor. Entering, I was the only customer which wasn't surprising as it was so early in the morning.

The tattooist was all over me at once. He was my age with an athletic build and sported a buzz cut. Of course, his arms were covered in tattoos. He showed me all his designs trying to persuade me into buying any number of things. Even when I declined his offer, he continued.

It was obvious that he wasn't taking me seriously. The rhinestone accessories and tight leather outfit must have made him think that I was some bimbo ditz who was so dumb she had to flaunt her assets to get men's attention. If only he knew how much I hated the term 'bimbo'. I had always striven to be the polar opposite.

"Hihihi! I dunno! I didn't come here for that." I replied when he showed me a tramp stamp design.

Usually, I would have given this blatant guy a major rebuke. But I only giggled, reinforcing his impression of me as a stupid bimbo. With every tattoo design he showed me, the tattooist became bolder and edged closer until his legs almost touched mine. Still, I only feigned ignorance instead of calling him out. I couldn't even think of anything smart to say to put him into place. 

All the while, I checked out the naval rings in the store. The range was overwhelming. So many styles, materials, and colors. I had a hard time deciding which one to take. My heart was beating in overdrive. It was my decision. I had to live with it, but I also had to please my man and convince the other interns. That's why it couldn't be a simple ring. It needed to be spectacular and head-turning to satisfy the guys.

"My boyfriend likes his girl all glamorous and fashionable." I finally told the tattoo artist. "Can you give me a tip what kind of navel ring he might like?"

Gawd! I even sounded like a silly bimbo right now. I almost put my sparkling, French-nailed index finger to my lip to look even more helpless. Of course, the guy was more than eager to help me out and suggested a long dangle naval ring. 

"With those earrings, you already look all fancy-shmancy. You need something special to stand out if you wanna surprise your boyfriend." He told me with a dirty grin on his face.

I couldn't fail to hear the sarcasm in his voice. It made my skin crawl, and for a moment, I considered running out of the store. However, the degrading scene made me react in a completely different way. Instead of cutting him down to size, I giggled stupidly. 

"Hihihi! You're so right. My bad!"

I guess it didn't happen too often that a mature woman in an extravagant leather suit walked into his store and bought some totally inappropriate, flashy bling bling.

After showing me five different items, the sixth one instantly stroke my eye. It was a blingaling dangle belly ring. Seeing it, I knew I had to get it. The dangle was a 1.5" long chain with a glistening hollow heart hanging at the end with the word 'MISSY' centered in the middle. To keep with the day's theme, the chain and heart were accented with rhinestones. The decisive factor, though, was the word 'MISSY'. D-Rod loved calling me Miss Tease or Miss Ho-Worker, so Missy fit perfectly.

Fuck! It was so over-the-top! It looked perfect for a tarty glamour doll. It was also perfect for my rhinestone slut upgrade.

Yes! It was tacky as hell but I wanted it nonetheless. Remembering the astonished looks the boys had given me when I had revealed the vajazzling made me all woozy. I wanted more of that. I wanted to impress them once more and this was the perfect jewelry for that.

The tattooist took his time piercing my navel. He flashed a dirty smile when he saw the corset. His grin grew even wider when he saw the tan tattoos and the vajazzling. Obviously, his impression of me as a giggly, dumb bimbo was solidified by now.

With the piercing done, I put the corset back on letting the rhinestone embellished strand and hollow heart dangle over the criss cross ribbons. After all, I had to make sure that the interns could see the slut upgrade, right?

Watching me wrestle with the corset to place the dangle navel ring in plain view, the tattooist snorted in amusement. Contrary to my usual reaction, it only made me dress more slowly. 

When I simply paid and turned around to totter out of the tattoo parlor on my red high heels, I could see the disappointment in his eyes. Apparently, he had expected me to offer him a blowjob or something for a price reduction. What an asshole! What an impression I must have given him! 

With each step, I felt the rhinestone heart heavily dangling off my bellybutton and pressing against my sensitive flesh. It acted like a constant reminder. Looking down my body, I noticed that the heart was clearly outlined against the black fabric of my satin blouse. Fortunately, I was wearing the burgundy leather jacket on top so it remained hidden.

The piercing was nice and well but I knew that it wasn't enough to top yesterday's slut upgrades. I needed something else. Outside the tattoo parlor, I used a shop window to check my appearance and my eyes fell onto the dice bracelet. Remembering D-Rod's gift gave me a sudden idea. 

He had given me the bracelet to remind me of the specific dare and it worked wonders. Just looking at it right now brought memories of the dice dare to my mind and gave my pussy a throb. Today, I would follow his example. I would buy a piece of jewelry to remind me of yesterday's dare. 

So I tottered over to the jewelry store that I had visited with my man during our shopping trip. It took some time for me to come up with some trinket that fit the dare. After all, what kind of jewelry do you associate with a silly kid's game like rock-paper-scissors, right? At least, nothing my clouded mind could come up with easily.

So I browsed through the showcases until a piece of jewelry caught my eye. It was perfect. It was a silver plated multi-linked chain. A sparkling, crackled crystal rock dangled off the chain. The rock was a perfect symbol for the rock-paper-scissors game.

Putting the rock necklace around my neck, the crystal chunk came to rest right in the middle of my pushed up funbags. It almost slipped between my fleshmounds. Gosh! The necklace totally highlighted my big bust! A tarty navel ring and a flashy rock necklace. I was more than satisfied with my slut upgrades!

Arriving at the office, it was still very early. Shopping for the slut upgrades had progressed faster than expected. Usually, I wasn't an early bird. Today, however, I didn't mind because it had the positive effect that the office wouldn't be busy yet.

Most of the consultants didn't start working until 9am so they weren't about to arrive in the next 30 minutes. The interns, however, had to start working at 8am to make preparations and carry out routine tasks. So they had to be present.

Making my way to the office, my high heels clicked on the parquet announcing my arrival. Somehow, the sound made me feel important and girlie at the same time. Shortly before reaching the interns' office, I flexed my back to push my tits out although that was barely possibly considering how much they were pushed up already by the corset. I started walking like a supermodel on a catwalk showing off my tight suit and sparkling jewelry. 

Stepping inside, the boys stopped their chatter and looked at me. They were checking out my outfit and nodded approvingly. They didn't look as astonished and baffled as yesterday, though, which caused a pinch of disappointment to surge through me. 

So I quickly walked from intern to intern, bent over their desks, and wriggled my ass to show off the shiny burgundy leather that tightly stretched over my ass cheeks and fully accentuated my curves. After finishing the circuit, I opened the burgundy leather jacket and threw it over to D-Rod. Unbuttoning the black satin blouse, I revealed the black faux leather cupless corset and pushed up naked tits. 

"Hehehe! The slut's so proud of her funbags she pushed them all the way up to her chin!" Justin commented with a dirty chuckle.

"Yeah, looks totally silly! But hey, if it's all you got you better flaunt it, right?" Matt added being his usual douchey self.

"You wanted something permanent as a slut upgrade, didn't you?" I wouldn't let them intimidate me. "Here it is!"

With that, I pointed my fake French nails to the dangle navel ring hanging over the criss cross ribbons. Gyrating my hips, I made the hollow heart swing left and right

while it sparkled in all its rhinestone glory.

"Look who's proud to be 'Missy the luxury toy'! You wanna show it to everyone, don't you?" D-Rod inquired. "I like that."

"No! That's not it." Matt chimed in. "The stupid fuckbunny simply can't memorize her name. That's why she's gotta carry it around as a reminder."

Woah! What a mean comment. Even though I felt like wincing from the remark, I gave my best to ignore it. D-Rod liked my piercing and that was all that mattered.

"How do you like my necklace, boys?" I ran my sparkling French nails over my boobs before pointing to the silver chain with the dangling crystal rock. "The rock's a symbol for yesterday's dare, you know."

"Lookit! Now, the lil pet's imitating us." D-Rod taunted me stressing that it had been his idea. "However, it's rhinestone day 'n I don't see enough glitter."

WTF? I stared at my man in disbelief. Not enough glitter? I was wearing rhinestone hoop earrings, a rhinestone dangle navel ring, and rhinestone embellished heels. That had to be enough!

"You know what they say? Better safe than sorry!" The Latino continued with a mocking smile. "Can't rely on a silly office bunny, can you? So we got another gift for you." 

"Hey Taylor, show Missy what we got for her." He prompted his Football buddy.

The black jock didn't need to be told twice. His shyness and reluctance were ceasing with every passing day. He didn't want to be the odd man out, so he went along with the other interns. 

Stepping up to me, he presented two glamorous bracelets. They were armlets with two rows of rhinestones and an elegant silver heart fastener on top which he added to my charm bracelets. 

"Hehehe! Decorated like a christmas tree. Perfectly fits that glittery belly ring!" D-Rod seemed satisfied. "Still, we can go one better, right boys?"

With that, Justin got up and stepped over to me. He presented a matching set of anklets with two rows of rhinestones and a silver heart fastener, which he put around my ankles. 

When he sat back in his chair, the guys let me stand there in the middle of the interns' office for several minutes with my black satin blouse open showing off my black cupless corset. 

With two rows of rhinestones, the four trinkets were rather thin and looked more luxurious than pompous. Still, they were far too flashy for a business outfit. Instead, they would be better suited for a ball or formal dance. My co-workers would definitely wonder why I was dressed up to the nines. 

With all the bling bling, manufactured and decorated would be the first words that came to their minds when seeing me. Business and executive would probably be the last words. Any colleague looking at me would be thinking of sex first and my knowledge last. Standing in the middle of the interns' office wasn't Miss Addams the business executive but Miss Brat the glamour doll. 

How was I supposed to talk my way out of this? Actually, I didn't have to. My success rate spoke for itself. I didn't have to prove my leadership qualities to anyone. I could afford a bit of extravagance. Besides, this business was a man's world so I had to stand out to prevent going unsung! 

"Hehehe. Bet the lil hussy would have loved the other trinkets even more." D-Rod addressed his intern buddies while I continued standing in the office. "I had a hard time choosing the right present, you know. Wanna see the others?"

Without paying me any further attention, the Latin macho pulled up a website of an online store. As D-Rod hadn't given me permission to leave the room, I had to wait while he opened several links in new tabs.

My eyes grew wide and I couldn't help letting out a gasp when I saw the pictures. They showed various girls modeling accessories. Girls wasn't the right term, though. They rather looked like plastic bimbos with round fake silicone tits, plumped lips, long fake nails, and deep tan, modeling the flashiest and trashiest jewelry ever.

The first picture showed a glamour model with long straight hair dyed platinum blond with red highlights modeling a pair of rhinestone arm cuffs similar to mine. However, they were twice as broad with four rows of rhinestones. Even more, each arm cuff had a chain attached that connected them to a rhinestone choker which was so wide that it completely covered the blond bimbo's neck. 

The combination of sexy glitter and kinkiness was so perfidious it took my breath away. There was no way to hide those chains! Moreover, they were a clear sign of submission!

The second picture showed a glamour model with long, dyed black hair and thin eyebrows sculpted into a provocative highbrow sporting a rhinestone string teddy. It basically comprised two rhinestone embellished chains that were attached to the bimbo's ridiculously round plastic tits with nipple clamps. The two chains converged in a belly chain with the word 'BARBIE' detailed horizontally in rhinestones.

What a devious combination of over-the-top barbie accessory and slave attire! Who in the world would ever wear something like that?

The third picture showed a glamour model sporting a blond hairstyle with full dramatic fringe modeling a necktie that consisted of a rhinestone neck strand, solid rhinestone knot, and stripes in rhinestones. 

What a perverted version of a formal piece of office attire! It was dazzling so brightly it was almost blinding. Even more, it was so long that it rested right in between the blond bimbo's cleavage and could easily be used as a leash!

OK! OK! After looking at these pictures , I had to say that my anklets and arm cuffs were the best choice. In comparison, they were almost low-key. None of the other pieces were suitable for the office at all.

"Look at these bitches all fabricated, stylized, and packaged. That's what our office tart should be striving for." Justin remarked with a chuckle.

Every fiber of my body protested his comment. That was not what I was striving for! I had always been proud of my petite 5'4" frame, juicy 36c bust, and wavy chestnut hair. I didn't need silicone titties or dyed hair! On the other hand, I was already sporting a fake tan, long fake French nails, and rhinestone jewelry. With a gasp, I realized that the difference wasn't as big as I had thought. 

While the boys continued browsing several more pictures of lingerie models, I was getting uneasy. Beads of sweat started forming on my forehead. It had gotten close to 9am by now. Any second, a colleague could pass by. He would be wondering what I was doing standing in the middle of the interns' office without wearing my suit jacket.

"Don't you wanna know today's dare?" D-Rod finally asked when I had started shifting from one foot to the other in nervousness. "It's Matt's turn today!"

That announcement made me even nervier. Of course, it had to be the frat boy. He had preyed on me the most thus far but hadn't chosen a dare himself yet. I had totally forgotten about it.

"Bet you can't wait to find out how to please us, huh, Miss Brat?" Matt took over, and instantly started mocking me.

I felt a wave of submissiveness sweeping over me when he called me by my naughty nickname. 

"Please sir, tell your office pet how she can please you." I meekly asked the arrogant bastard.

"It's called the 'lipstick dare'!" Matt trumped out as if he couldn't wait to let me know. "It's pretty easy to understand, even for you. Whenever you run into one of us during the working day you have to leave your lipstick on us."

I must have looked totally dumb and puzzled, because I didn't really understand what the dare was supposed to imply.

"Guess, you're not only dressed as a stupid office bunny. You're just as slow on the uptake, right?" Matt showed his douchey demeanor once more. 

"What you guys think? Why don't we show her how it's done right here 'n now." He suggested.

No! I hastily shook my head in response. He couldn't be serious! Not after we had almost gotten caught in the conference room yesterday! Of course, however, Justin and Taylor loved the idea so D-Rod gave his blessing.

"I can't perform the dare in here! Not with my co-workers around!" I stammered in panic.

"If you're too slow to grasp the task, we gotta show you! It's your fault not ours that you need a test round, Miss Brat!" Matt wasn't fazed at all. "Besides, didn't we exhaust that subject yesterday already? It's not your place to set the when 'n where." 

"Here I thought you might have understood your role by now, petdoll." He continued mocking me. "Guess you're still just a wannabe bimbo."

Nervously, I looked over to D-Rod. He couldn't let that happen! He was my man after all. He was the one calling the shots! The young Latino, however, simply leaned back on his chair and enjoyed the sight of me struggling under the other intern's thumb. It seemed to entertain him.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 09



"Tell us you're sorry for being too dumb, bitch!" Matt upped the ante.

"I... I..." Having to degrade myself like that was so bad it made me stammer. "I'm sorry for being such a stupid ditz. I'm too dumb to catch your meaning. I can only learn by example, sir. Please, don't be mad."

Having to call myself stupid felt like a new low for me. It was something completely different than calling myself a slut. I was a highly-educated business executive and far from stupid after all!

"Awww! How can we be mad at such a stupid dolly!" Justin chimed in rubbing salt into the wound. 

"C'mon fuckdoll, be a good office pet 'n do what you're told." D-Rod finally took over. "Close that jacket 'n get your lipstick out. We're all here. So it's time for the test round."

D-Rod clearly liked the idea of the test round. He wouldn't let it get out of hand, would he? Anyways, I wasn't here to question him. Honestly, I felt so much better with him taking charge than with him taking a back seat. 

So I quickly buttoned up my black satin blouse and fastened up my burgundy leather jacket. Fortunately, none of my co-workers had walked by. That was a relief. 

"Time to apply the lipstick. Spackle those slutty lips, office bunny!" Matt told me. 

"Not like that, silly bitch!" He stopped me when I held the lipstick in my right hand and reached up to my face. 

"Don't you know how a stupid office tart applies lipstick?" He chided me. "You pushed those funbags up to your chin already. So use your assets. Stick the lipstick into your cleavage and cake it on without using your hands!"

I groaned in despair when I realized what he wanted me to do. This sounded so silly! It sounded so degrading! It would never work and my face would end up looking like a mess!

Fuck it! I wouldn't yield to the overbearing douchebag. I wouldn't show him how much his mocking remarks hurt me. I would perform the test round with my head held high!

Slowly, I turned the tube and unsheathed the deep red lipstick. As my big, soft fleshorbs were encompassed by the tight leather jacket and pushed up by the corset, they were firmly pressed together and bulged out on top. Sticking the tube between my funbags, the lipstick stood up erect and proud. I lowered my head as much as I could in an attempt to reach the tip of the cosmetic.

It didn't work! I couldn't reach down low enough! Groaning in frustration, I gave it another try. Once again, I couldn't reach the lipstick.

Damnit! I must have looked so stupid failing to apply lipstick. It was such an easy everyday task. Yet, Matt had managed to turn it into a degrading ordeal.

Trying a new approach, I pushed my upper arms together squeezing my ample boobs and making them bulge out even more. It must have looked so obscene with my tit meat pinched and squeezed to the extreme. 

Bending my head down, however, I finally managed to touch the cosmetic with my lips. It was only a slight touch, though. Still, I moved my lips along the lipstick to apply the makeup. 

"Not enough, Miss Brat!" Matt urged me on.

So I pressed my arms together until they met at my elbows. My juicy juggs got lifted another inch making my titflesh bulge so much it looked ready to burst any second. Finally, though, I was able to fully press my lips onto the lipstick. So I rubbed them over the cosmetic until it felt like thick paint had been caked onto my mouth. 

When I looked up, the guys couldn't stop chuckling at the sight. I must have laid it on so thickly that it looked totally ridiculous, extending over my lips at all sides.

Eventually, D-Rod got off his seat and walked over to me. Towering over me, he simply pointed to the ground and I sank to my knees without hesitation. Yes, please take charge! I was so glad that it was my man stepping up to me.

"You know why I picked this jewelry?" He asked the other guys. "Let me show you!" 

Reaching down, he grabbed my right armlet.

Click! Click!

My eyes grew wide when I heard a clicking sound. Looking over my shoulder, I saw D-Rod using the fasteners to hook the right armlet to the right anklet. 

WTF?!? Those fasteners worked like carabiners! They were not just ornaments! Shit! The arm cuffs and anklets weren't as flashy as the other accessories D-Rod had shown me but just as kinky.

Doing the same with my left armlet, the Latino tied my arms and legs together. I was kneeling on the ground with my wrists tied to my ankles behind my back and the lipstick sticking in between my cleavage. D-Rod had put me in restraints! I couldn't move my arms at all. They were trapped behind my back!

"Time to leave your lipstick on your man!" D-Rod announced. "Gotta work your way up, Missy! You start with kissing my shoes. Gettit?"

No! I didn't get it! I was totally perplex. 

Yes, I wanted him to order me around. No, I didn't want to perform that specific order. After all, he wanted me to kiss his shoes in the interns' office with the chance of a co-worker stumbling in on us!

"What you're waiting for, fuckdoll!" D-Rod hissed.

Even though I was flinching from his sudden outburst, it did the trick. I didn't want him to raise his voice any further. I didn't want him to call my colleagues' attention. His dominance surged over me and bent me forward like an invisible hand. 

The change in his demeanor stifled any kind of opposition from me. I wanted to show the Latin macho that I knew my role and was willing to fulfill any task that came along with it. I didn't want to embarrass him in front of his fellow interns, especially not in front of Matt.

With my wrists tied to my ankles, my movements were completely constricted. Leaning forward automatically pushed my legs up. So I had to balance on my knees with my arms behind my back and my feet in the air. What an awkward position!

Of course, I lost balance and tumbled over. My head fell right onto D-Rod's shoe, earning me a round of laughter with this clumsy display. Pulling me up on my chestnut tresses, the young Latino made me look up to him.

"Repeat that until you get it right, lil hussy. Show me you're worthy of wearing this jewelry!"

When he let my hair go, I set to my task without another word. I definitely wanted to show him that I could move gracefully in my shackles. Once again, I bent down lifting my legs off the ground and balancing on my knees. I held the position for several seconds, my whole body jerking and trembling wildly.

When I began lowering my body to reach D-Rod's shoes, however, I lost my balance again and tumbled onto the ground. Wincing as much from desperation as humiliation, I clumsily had to push myself back onto my knees.

"How many tries the slut's gonna need? What you think?" Justin asked the other interns.

"10 tries. The office tart's too stupid to learn quicker than that." As expected, Matt dropped another taunt.

Even though I tried my best to ignore the douchebag's mocking, it spurred me on. I gave my best with the next tries. One more time, I fell onto my face. Then I finally found out the trick. 

Spreading my legs apart gave me the balance to remain on my knees and lower myself down to kiss D-Rod's shoes. It also caused my tight leather skirt to rise up and expose my pink shaved pussy, however.

By now, the demeaning task of having to kiss a guy's shoes didn't even matter anymore. All that was crucial was to fulfill the job before Matt mocked me as a silly bitch again. I was so out of breath when I finally managed to press my lipstick-caked lips onto the leather upper that the taste didn't even register with me.

Lifting myself back up, I saw a red, smeary line on D-Rod's shoes. It wasn't the complete shape of my kissing mouth as only the lower lip had left an imprint. Still, it was better than nothing. 

"Hm, it's OK for starters, Missy. You better improve with more practice, though, lil pet." D-Rod told me. "Now, get your ass over to Taylor and greet my boys properly."

Only then, I realized that I had to kiss all interns' shoes. I had been so occupied with pleasing D-Rod that it hadn't even occurred to me before. It wasn't anything I was looking forward to. I had blended out how disgusting the act was while trying to balance on my knees. But now, the full extent of nastiness hit me.

Nonetheless, I started crawling over to Taylor. With my wrists tied to my ankles, it wasn't easy and looked more than awkward. Clumsily, I tried to coordinate my legs and arms while crawling through the interns' office. It was little short of a miracle that none of my colleagues had walked past yet as they must have been arriving in drones right now, leaving a bit of hope that I would make it out with my secret intact.

When I reached the black intern, he turned around on his chair and placed his black leather shoes right in front of me. Looking at his shoes gave me a queasy feeling. I hadn't checked out D-Rod's shoes in such detail which had been a good idea. Taylor's shoes weren't overly dirty but I noticed some muddy spots. After all, he had walked through the streets with them.

Suppressing any kind of complaint, I bent forward and lowered my head. Now that I had the knack of how to balance on my knees, my mouth hovered over the black leather upper for a moment. I had to gulp down my revulsion before I puckered my lips and gave both shoes a quick peck. It was over so quickly I barely tasted the leather. It was enough, however, to leave a trace of lipstick. As soon as I was done, I cast a glance over my shoulder to look at the hallway. Still, no one had seen me.

Hurriedly, I crawled over to Justin who was wearing a brown pair of dress shoes. There was some dry soil sticking to them. They looked even less appealing than Taylor's. The slimebag definitely hadn't shined them for a few days. The urge to complain swept over me and made me grimace. Noticing my revulsion, the four college boys started laughing at me.

"What's up, dollie? My shoes not good enough for you?" Justin seemed to become more aggressive with every passing second. "You think that leather suit 'n bling bling makes you upper crust? All hoity-toity, aren't we? Hehehe!" 

My new-found pride in being D-Rod's office pet didn't let me leave that taunt unanswered. So I bent down and kissed the business student's right shoe. I gave it three long, lingering kisses all over the upper. Turning to the left shoe, I extensively kissed it, too. All the while, I tried to suppress the thoughts of all the rain puddles Justin might have stepped in. My need to make D-Rod proud outweighed my disgust.

"Today's crammed with conference calls. So much wasted time." 

"Yeah, nothing ever gets done there." 

I suddenly heard two of my colleagues chatting on their way to the office kitchen. What the fuck were they doing here? They must have just arrived. Their voices were so loud they had to be close. I squealed in panic when I looked over my shoulder. They weren't there yet! But it could only be a few more steps before they saw me!

Shit! Fuck! Goddamnit!

Seized with panic, I frantically moved which wasn't very fast with my arms and legs tied together. Hastily, I crawled into a free cubicle. Of course, the restraints caused me to fall onto my face on the way which made the boys hoot. The sight of me toppling over myself to hide like a scared cat must have been more than ridiculous.

"Hehehe! Squealing like a pig 'n jumping like a cat!" Matt sneered.

Of course, my colleagues had heard the noise and walked into the interns' office to check it out.

"Hey, what's going on in here? Shouldn't you be busy working?" One of my co-workers asked the interns.

I recognized the voice. It was Mr. Clark, one of the oldest employees in the consulting firm and a member of Ortega's team. I couldn't stand him as he always came across as a sleazy, old jerk.

"Oh, we're sorry. We're just trying to fuse fun and work, Mr. Clark." Matt replied. "Actually, I was preparing a presentation and was looking for some pictures to beef it up."

"And what's so funny about that?" The second colleague inquired.

It was Mr. Lambert, another elder consultant from Ortega's team, who was working in the firm longer than me and still had a hard time accepting me as his superior.

"Oh, during my search, I found some funny pictures and shared them with the others."

"Well, all right. But you better don't let it distract you." Lambert wasn't convinced.

"Let me take a look at the presentation. I'm meeting the client tomorrow so there's not much time for changes." He continued.

Hearing Lambert's prompt almost made me choke. Damnit! Why couldn't he be busy? Why couldn't I get lucky for once?

Huddling behind the cubicle wall, I tried my best to hunch. Holding my breath, I heard footsteps coming closer. Then everything was silent. Finally, curiosity got the better of me and I peeked around the corner. I saw a pair of legs standing at Matt's cubicle directly next to the wall behind which I was hiding! If he looked over the dividing wall, he would see me! He was so close!

From my limited field of vision, I couldn't see Clark. So I had to assume that he hadn't walked to the cubicle but proceeded to the office kitchen instead. I didn't want to alarm Lambert by any means, so I tried to make no sound at all. My heart was beating in my chest so heavily, though, I thought he might hear it. When Matt started showing Lambert the presentation, the elder consultant took another step towards the desk. He came even closer! He actually rested his arm on the dividing wall right above my head!

While Lambert and Matt went through the presentation, I mentally started preparing for my colleague to discover me, going through all possible excuses. I couldn't come up with a single cohesive explanation, though. The situation was too absurd. How was I supposed to explain kneeling in a cubicle in the interns' office? How was I supposed to explain having my arms and legs tied together? There was only one explanation: I was the interns' luxury toy.

"Danny showed me a picture that might be a better fit for the topic." Matt suddenly said when Lambert was dissatisfied with a slide. 

"Hey Danny, could you show the picture to Mr. Lambert?" He directly addressed the Latino.

"Um..., of course. Just... wait a sec." D-Rod stammered in response.

I couldn't see what was happening next. But D-Rod's surprised reaction told me that he hadn't expected any of it. I almost cried out when I remembered the pictures he had opened on his PC. He hadn't closed the photos of all the glamour bimbos he had shown me! The frantic clicking that followed only confirmed my suspicion. Obviously, the Latino was hastily closing the tabs in his browser.

"You got a lot of tabs open there, Danny. You're supposed to focus on your tasks!" Lambert reprimanded D-Rod after walking over to his cubicle. "What was the last one? Looked like a picture of a woman."

"Oh, must have been some advertisement. You know how these search engines work." D-Rod tried to make excuses.

"Next time I come in here, I will control your browser, Danny. You better not have some pictures open." The senior consultant gave him a stern warning. "Consider this your final warning. Your performance hasn't been convincing either. Take your cue from Justin and Matt. Their work has been considerably better!"

"Don't want to hear any excuses. Just improve your performance." Lambert cut D-Rod short before he could defend himself. "Still, I like this picture for the presentation. Send it to Matt."

"I'm back in about two hours. Finish the presentation until then." He told the frat boy before walking out of the office.

Even when I couldn't hear Lambert any longer, I didn't make a move. He had been on his way to the office kitchen with Clark. So I wanted to wait until they had left with their coffees. Matt didn't play along, though. He stepped into my cubicle and grabbed my chestnut brown tresses, forcing me to crawl out.

"You better finish kissing my shoes before they walk out of the kitchen, petdoll." He told me.

Frantically, I tried to crawl over to his cubicle, but I wasn't fast enough. So Matt practically dragged me over on my knees with my wrists still tied to my ankles. At least, the frat boy sat on the other side of the room so the cube walls were blocking the view from the hallway. 

Reaching Matt, he made me look up to him with a pull on my chestnut hair. A cruel smile played on his lips. For a moment, my immense dislike for this overbearing douchebag flared up and I looked daggers at him.

I don't know why, but a moment later I lowered my gaze. I couldn't look him in the eye anymore. Holding his gaze felt like making a stand which wasn't due to me. Even though I only accepted D-Rod as my master, I was still subservient to the other interns. On top of dropping my gaze, I also lowered my head, being fully aware of the gesture.

With the pecking order clarified, Matt surprised me with his next move. He put his right foot onto my left thigh. He rested the sole of his black leather shoe right on my fine, black stockings! It gave me the creeps. The sole must have been so dirty and manky! I couldn't help but jerk in disgust. 

"Spit on it, dirty whore!" The frat boy told me in brash words. "You think getting a bellybutton piercing 'n decorating yourself with some glitter makes you a good slut? Far from it! Those little pecks were pathetic! Prove that you're eager to serve 'n give me a proper shoeshine!"

Gawd! I hated this entitled douche. He definitely had a mean streak and would always find a way to bully me. Yet, that was exactly what appealed to my submissive nature, right? 

Puckering my lips, I gathered some spit in my mouth and did as told. With his shoe placed on my stockings, I spit a gob of drool right onto the black leather upper. Matt then changed his position, putting his left shoe onto my right leg. He even had the swagger to rub his dirty sole up and down my stocking-clad thigh which caused a cold shower to run down my spine. 

Meanwhile, I dutifully gathered some more spit in my mouth and spat it onto the leather upper. When Matt put his shoe off my thigh, I saw two big gobs of thick, white spit glistening on the leather. It looked so gross it almost made me gag in revulsion!

Pulling on my hair, Matt slowly pushed my face down. With my arms tied to my legs, there was nothing I could do to defend myself. Keeping my tongue out, I saw his shoes coming closer. 

Matt kept on pushing until my tongue was firmly pressed against the upper of his right shoe, holding me in place for a few moments. I felt my own bubbly drool on my tongue, and finally tasted the leather. It was so bitter, making me gag pitifully. 

Despite my struggles, though, I kept my tongue out. The severe taste attacked my senses while the gross drool gave me the creeps. It made my whole body twitch and jerk but Matt held me in place nonetheless.

Another pull on my hair told me to start licking the whole upper. Slowly, I slid my tongue upwards. My body twisted violently when the bitter taste intensified. I smeared the drool all over the upper. Knowing that I couldn't stop until all the slobber was gone and his shoe was shining, I proceeded to lick up and down, blinding out the yukky taste.

When I was finished spit-shining his shoe, I had to give the upper a big, smacking kiss leaving a perfectly formed kissing mouth on his shoe. Then Matt pulled my head up with a tug on my chestnut hair and guided me over to his left shoe. Once again, he pushed me face first into the gob of drool. By now, however, I had gotten used to the feel and taste.

"Still not working?" I suddenly heard Lambert's voice. 

Shock!

The senior consultant must have been standing in the door! He had come back after getting a coffee! Panic seized me again and I quickly moved to crawl under Matt's desk. 

Lambert hadn't seen me yet. Matt's cubicle was on the other side of the room so I was hidden by the cube wall. But what if the consultant came across the room to check on the presentation again?




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 09



My movement was stopped by the frat boy, though. He let go off my hair and stepped onto the back of my neck with his left shoe. I felt the dirty sole on my neck, forcefully pressing me down. With my arms tied, I had no chance to push it off. 

I was trapped! 

Getting held down by a foot brought me close to whimpering in humiliation! Spit-shining a dirty shoe with a colleague present in the same room brought me close to tears! I couldn't help it and low sobbing noises escaped my lips.

"What's that? Did you hear that?" Lambert asked the interns.

Damnit! He had heard me! He was about to come over! He was about to find out everything. I was so fucked! Yet, I could do nothing but continue licking Matt's shoe while hoping for the best.

"We're running late! We have to hurry to our conference call." I suddenly heard Clark interrupting Lambert. 

"OK! But I'm watching you! All of you!" Lambert told the interns before the two consultants hurried out of the door.

Clark had been my savior! Without knowing it, he had saved me from getting exposed. Still, Lambert was a smart guy. He knew something was going on. He had smelled the rat and picked up the scent. We had to be more careful!

When my two colleagues were gone, Matt finally put his foot off my neck and allowed me to straighten up. Looking at his shoes, I saw that I had succeeded in rubbing in the drool and leaving a trace of lipstick on both uppers. 

Phew! It was done. It had been nasty, unpleasant, and unexpected. Yet, it had all been foreplay. It had only been the prelude to the actual office dare.

"You better be ready to fulfill the dare, office pet." D-Rod addressed me while I was kneeling on the ground and buttoning up my black satin blouse. "Any time, it can happen! Gettit, fuckdoll?" 

Realizing that the dare could happen any moment during the working day made my face flush. It would keep me on my toes all day long! 

With the details clarified, the interns hurried out of the office to start their work routine. Only D-Rod remained behind. Walking over to me, he pulled out a tissue and carefully started wiping the smeared lipstick and mascara off my face. 

"Can't send you out like that." He said showing me another flash of his caressing ways. 

"We gotta be more careful, Sir Da-Rod." I used the chance to voice my concern. "Lambert knows something's brewing. He's going to watch you like a hawk."

"I know, I know, lil hussy. But he's too busy to keep an eye on us at all times." D-Rod tried to calm me. "I'm more concerned with Matt, though."

For a moment, I looked at the young Latino taken aback. What about Matt? He was an overbearing bastard and trying to take over the role of alpha male in the group. But we already knew that.

"You think that was a coincidence?" D-Rod enlightened me. "Making Lambert look at my computer screen? That was on purpose! The motherfucker tried to make me look bad. He's planning to get me kicked out of the office!"

OMG! He was right. I hadn't even seen it. I had been so occupied with my slut duties and so distracted by my excitement that I hadn't noticed it! Who was the business executive here?

"We need to control the situation and be quicker than him." I burst out. "We need to figure something out to get rid of him before he exposes us!"

"Yeah, we do 'n we will." D-Rod agreed with me. "I'd love to kick his motherfucking ass. Fuck! You don't mess with 'LGZ'!"

"Don't think he'd be intimidated, though. It would only make him rat us both out." He argued. "Right now, he's only targeting me. He just wants me fired 'n take over my role as your master."

"So we gotta be smart about this." He added reassuringly. "I got a few ideas how to deal with the motherfucker." 

"But for today, there's nothing we can do. We don't wanna alarm him, right? So be careful 'n act as normal as ever." The young Latino told me before sending me out with my face freshly cleaned.

Leaving the office, I was totally nervous. I had barely survived the test round of the lipstick dare and didn't want to know what was waiting for me in the first round. Beyond that, I had to make sure that Matt didn't do anything stupid and get us into further trouble.

Walking back to my office, most of my colleagues were arriving at work. On my way, I noticed some of them looking quizzically when I passed by. I knew they were staring at my glittery arm cuffs and anklets. I swear that I even saw a couple of smirks shot my way. 

Emotionally, I was completely torn about it. On one hand, I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. On the other hand, I wanted them to see me all dolled up. I wanted my subordinates to respect me as a business executive, but at the same time I wanted to feel all girlie and pretty. 

When I finally reached my office and sat in my chair, I tried to calm down which turned out difficult. Kissing dirty shoes in a public office had been the most debasing thing I had ever endured. It had left my pussy dripping and my mind so foggy it was impossible to get some work done. I simply couldn't concentrate. Still, I had an important meeting to attend.

Sitting in the meeting, it didn't get any better. I was completely distracted and spent most of the time lost in fantasy thought about the next lipstick dare. My team members caught me off guard several times. It embarrassed me that I couldn't answer their questions as eloquently as usual. Yet, I couldn't prevent it, even though I tried. 

My lack of focus was especially troubling as the meeting was crucial for my next business trip. The firm's most important change project was expiring and I had to pitch a project plan for the next phase. The project earned a big chunk of my department's revenues and was critical for the prosperity of our firm. So the pitch had to be successful.

"Bet she's thinking 'bout new outfits and accessories. Making a shopping list in her head instead of listening to the presentations. A lot more interesting, isn't it?" I overheard Damon whispering to Eric.

"Our tough-as-nails lady boss found her true calling. Hehehe!" Eric responded alluding to my rhinestone jewelries and couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Who would have thought that she's all about accessorizing."

To prove my role as the team leader, I noisily cleared my throat to quiet the two subordinates and shot daggers at them. My eyes must have looked more glazed than angry, though, because the two guys only flashed a lecherous smile in response. Damnit! Their talk made my pussy so wet I was afraid a dark spot might stain my burgundy skirt. 

Their derogatory comments also pushed me further into my fantasy thoughts. I didn't want to criticize my team members' presentation but drop to my knees, crawl underneath the table, and suck their dicks! Gawd! For the first time, I didn't want to feel like the superior assigning them tasks. Instead, I wanted to serve and please them as their office slut. 

Even though, I knew that my subordinates were getting suspicious of my unusual lack of attention, their final question caught me flat-footed. I hadn't listened. Stammering, I searched for an answer but found none. With my face flushed, I excused myself and asked my subordinate to meet me later to discuss the question in detail.

Staggering out of the conference room, I breathed a sigh of relief although there wasn't much to be relieved about. I had barely picked up any information. This had been a terrible performance. It couldn't happen again. The next meeting, I had to be better prepared and more attentive. I couldn't risk O'Bannon or Ortega getting wind of it. 

Fuck! I had to get my head clear and quick! On my way to the stairways, however, I bumped right into Justin. Carrying a folder, he was obviously on his way to the copy room to run off copies.

"Miss Addams!" He called me when I stumbled by.

For a moment, I pondered if I should simply continue walking and ignore him. It would only anger him, though. After the escapade in the interns' office, I knew that it was better to play along. So I turned around and smiled at him.

"I got some questions regarding your assignment." He told me all business-like.

Of course, it was a cover and we both knew it. Still, I played along and explained the content of the folder to Justin until the rest of the meeting attendees had disappeared in their offices. The second, we were alone on the hallway, the slimeball grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me into the copy room.

"Time to get another lipstick mark, Miss Brat!" He told me. "And this time, it's gonna be on my dick! But first, let's have some fun with those shackles."

Justin had been getting more and more aggressive. He was quickly picking up on the way D-Rod and Matt were treating me. As his behavior had already implied yesterday, though, he was more into the rough and physical side of using me. Something, he was about to live out to the fullest.

The business student was such a slimy ass kisser always sucking up to the other consultants. But he wasn't kissing up to me at all. Instead, he treated me like a piece of meat he could manhandle any way he liked. This discrepancy made it even more degrading to be used by him.

The copy room was used as a storage room for various office equipment and moderation material that wasn't in use at the moment. Pulling on my arm, Justin led me into the middle of the room.

"C'mon, dolly! Get those funbags out!" He gave a short order.

Resigned to my fate, I opened the burgundy leather suit jacket and let it slip to the ground. Shaking my shoulders, my soft pushed-up titties bounced in their black satin confines. 

Woah! This was quite unbelievable! A simple order and I slipped into sub mode, dropping all things and starting a sexy striptease.

Even though the realization embarrassed me, I didn't stop what I was doing. Slowly gyrating my hips, I opened the buttons of the satin blouse starting at the top. With each button, my juicy juggs slipped further out. Finally, I stood in front of the young ass kisser only clad in my black satin corset, burgundy leather skirt, black stockings, red high heels, and rhinestone accessories.

"Get your lipstick out 'n get ready for your dare, Miss Brat!" He told me, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

D-Rod had ordered me to perform the dare anytime and anywhere at work. So there really wasn't any room for me to argue. At least, Justin had dragged me into a room that was seldom used by my co-workers. The interns always did all the copying. Grabbing my purse, Justin pulled the lipstick out and handed it over to me. When I started applying the lipstick to my mouth, though, Justin stopped me.

"Didn't say nothing 'bout your piehole, did I?" He sneered. "Paint your cunthole for me. Nice 'n bright!"

Softly mewling in response, I didn't like where this was going. Still, I did as told and caked a thick, heavy layer of bright red lipstick on my pussy lips. It looked so obscene. Yet, Justin loved it.

Content with my tarty makeup, he grabbed my arm and led me over to a flip chart. The long side had been placed on the ground and leaned against the wall to store it away. Grabbing the flip chart, he pushed it into the middle of the room and made me straddle the long side. 

Pulling my arms behind my back, he hooked the fasteners together, and once again, tied my wrists to my ankles. Getting shackled like that, my legs got lifted off the ground and my body got fully pressed onto the long side of the flip chart. Just then, I realized what Justin was up to.

"Ooohhh!" I let out a loud gasp when the metal dug into my soft pussy. "What the fuck are you doing?"

My full body weight was only supported by my crotch! My pussy, perineum, and ass crack got pressed against the metallic edge. All I could do to protect my most tender parts was to lift myself onto my tiptoes. With my arms tied to my legs, I couldn't dismount the flip chart.

"It's a device called Spanish Donkey!" The rude ass kisser told me matter-of-factly. "You'll learn to love it, bitch! You gonna ride it until you marked it with your lipstick!"

Satisfied with his handiwork, Justin turned around and started running his copies. He was performing his task without even paying attention to me! I was left on my tiptoes in the middle of the room with my face burning in shame. All I could do was to wait helplessly. Minute after minute passed. Time seemed to go at a snail's pace. 

Sweat was gathering on my forehead while I balanced on my tiptoes. I felt fatigue coming over my legs. It was inevitable, and after about five minutes, my legs started trembling dangerously. 

I couldn't take it any longer! My calves were too tired. As slowly as I could muster, I lowered myself onto the long side. My soft, delicate pussy got pressed against the hard metallic edge.

"Ow!" I grunted when I felt a stab on my tender flesh.

"Be glad it's a flat edge 'n not pointed as the real device, dolly." Justin told me to shut up. "This is child's play in comparison!"

Honestly, that comparison didn't really cheer me up. The way the hard, metallic edge was pressing against my pussy was uncomfortable enough. I definitely didn't want to get to know a real Spanish Donkey.

Struggling to endure the hard edge digging into my pussy, I managed to tolerate it for almost a minute before I had to lift myself up again. With my muscles throbbing maddeningly, the time I could last on my tiptoes was considerably shorter than before. My calves started giving way on their own. With all the strength I had left, I carefully lowered myself down trying to put my weight on a new spot.

"Argh!" I groaned when the edge roughly pressed against the delicate flesh of my ass crack.

This was just as bad! I needed significantly longer this time before I had summoned the strength to lift myself up again. Still, I managed to rise back up. By now, sweat was pouring down my face.

The cycle of rising, remaining on my toes until fatigue set in, and lowering my tender flesh back onto the edge became shorter and shorter. Soon, I started riding the damned Spanish Donkey. My poor pussy and asshole started hurting while I wriggled and squirmed on the device. My movements became more and more frantic until I was bobbing up and down on the flip chart like I was actually riding a donkey. Even the sparkling dangle navel ring started bouncing around in rhythm slapping against the black corset. 

Up and down! Up and down! Up and down!

"Ooowww!... Phewww!... Ooowww!... Phewww!... Ooowww!... Phewww!..."

I was wincing and sighing rhythmically while my heavy titties flopped and jiggled in unison with the rhinestone navel ring. Even though I tried my best to stifle my whimpers, they became louder and louder. I couldn't control it anymore.

Fear swept over me. The noise was so loud someone on the hallway must be hearing it. Any second, I expected the door to swing open and Ortega stepping inside. There was no way for me to hide.

"Dolly, dolly, dolly! Have you forgotten where you are? You're not supposed to make so much noise, you silly office bunny!" Justin chided me like a little kid.

Swaggering over to me, he took his tie off his neck and stuffed it right into my mouth. Another thing he had learned from D-Rod.

"Mmmppphhhh!... Mmmppphhh!..." My grunting sounds got quashed.

Even though he was blatantly imitating my man, I was thankful for it because it stifled the noise and reduced the danger of me being found out.

Up and down! Up and down! Up and down!

"Mmmppphhhh!... Mmmppphhh!... Mmmppphhh!" " 

I was forced to continue galloping on the flip chart like riding in a saddle for the next minutes. By now, I was bouncing so hard that the 'Missy' rhinestone heart was flipping up and down slapping against my soft, fake-tanned skin above and below my bellybutton. It must have looked so comical.

Justin let me ride the Spanish Donkey for a good twenty minutes while he finished copying the complete folder. From time to time, he looked at me chuckling at my desperate bouncing. The pain mixed with the shame of having to perform this hellish task for the rude ass kisser while he didn't even pay full attention to me.

KREEK

Suddenly, the door opened with a squeaky sound.

Nooo! This couldn't be happening! Not after my grunting had been stifled. Not after all I had gone through! I felt like I was fainting and keeling over. I guess I would have slipped off the flip chart if I hadn't been shackled to it.

As quickly as the door had opened, it was closed again. Before I fully realized it, two men were standing inside the copy room.

"Been looking for you all over the place!"

Gosh! It was Matt and Taylor. I heaved a sigh of relief. I had never been so happy to see their faces! Right then and there, I would have hugged them if I could have gotten off this infernal device.

But wait! I shouldn't be happy about Matt entering the copy room. Not without D-Rod present! With me tied to the flip chart, he had free reign to seize power and put his plan into action.

"Oh, I see!" Matt continued his chat with Justin as if I wasn't even there. "You're taking the office pet to task!"

"Bet she begged you to let her hump that flip chart, huh? The horny slut can't get enough!" The frat boy immediately started mocking me again. "And they say we're the ones thinking with our dicks all the time. Hehehe!"

"What you think, guys? Let's see how much she likes it." Justin exclaimed keeping the initiative. "Bet I can make that wanton whore leak all over the flip chart."

Not waiting for the guys' response, he swaggered over to me and grabbed my bobbing funbags. He started squeezing my soft tit meat kneading it firmly. When he began pinching my nipples in rhythm with my bobbing, I began squirming in between my whimpers. 

Damnit! This rude slimebag was playing my body like a fiddle. I felt waves of pleasure emanating in my sensitive boobs and surging through my body mixing with the pain in my loins.

The way Justin was able to manipulate me so easily was embarrassing. I was hurting myself on this goddamn device! Yet, my body became aroused by his simple touch.

Justin started holding my nipples keeping them tightly in place. This way, my jiggly tit meat was caught between my chest and his grip. My tit flesh started thrashing around like skewered on a spike. The pull on my tender nipples was barely tolerable, driving my arousal to new heights despite the pain in my pussy and asshole.

With my body lifted, Justin suddenly reached down and frigged my clit. A throb exploded in my pussy and surged through my body. My legs twitched so badly I instantly lowered myself back onto the flip chart. I knew I was dripping juices.

The young ass kisser had acted on his thread and made me drip despite riding the Spanish Donkey. He had managed to be successful in such a short amount of time that it left me in awe. His fellow interns were even more impressed and whistled admiringly before Justin unfastened my shackles and let me off the infernal device.

"Told you, dolly, you'll learn to love it." The slimeball said pointing at the flip chart. "See what a mess you made."

Looking at the long side of the flip chart, I noticed that it was sticky with my juices. A few lipstick traces were still visible but most of it had been smudged by my pussy juice. It looked so perverse!

"Too stupid to leave a decent lipstick kiss, Miss Brat!" Justin reprimanded me.

Woah! I had totally forgotten about the dare. Shit! In a way he was right. I had become so horny that I hadn't been able to perform his dare properly. D-Rod would be disappointed. 

"Clean that off, you stupid bitch! Can't have you soiling our moderation material!" The rude slimebag hissed while pulling his neck tie from my mouth.

Grabbing my chestnut hair, he pushed my face over the flip chart. Dutifully, I licked my sweet juices off the metal while struggling with the fact that Justin had easily made my juices flow while riding the infernal device. As if the ass kisser knew that my pussy was still throbbing, he pushed two fingers up my juicy cunt and started finger fucking me while I was bent over the flip chart.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 10



--- Week 3 -- Thursday ---

Wednesday had been a long, hard day at work that I had barely survived without D-Rod getting canned by Matt's reckless actions. However, I didn't have much time to reflect on the frat boy's revolt, because I had to leave for a two-day business trip out of town the next day.

My department's biggest change management project was expiring. I thus had to pitch a proposal for its extension. The project earned a big chunk of my department's revenues and was critical for the prosperity of our firm. Therefore, the pitch had to be successful. With all the dares and drama, however, I had barely found time to prepare for it. 

Dressing for the meeting, I was torn. On the one hand, it was important to look business-like and sophisticated. On the other hand, I knew that D-Rod wanted me to keep up my sexy glamour doll style. Two things that weren't easy to combine.

In the end, I decided on a tight gray blazer with black buttons and black collar, buttoned just below my titties, and a tight gray pencil skirt with black side stripes. Underneath, I wore a black shirt. Keeping up the black-and-gray color scheme, I put on black seemed stockings and gray, peep toe, high heel sandals with black ankle straps that had a 1.5" platform and 4" heel. 

As the meeting took place out of town in the clients' office, I could deviate from D-Rod's rules and wore a lace bra and lace panties. To add some spice to the outfit, I chose a bra and panties set in red. The keywords were no skin but lots of curves.

As I didn't want to appear too dolled-up, I decided to leave off any accessories. A text message by D-Rod, however, thwarted my plans.

*No matter where n when. Remember ur pet signs, missy.*

Damn! Even out of town, my man tried to control me. Could he find out if I followed his rules? Unlikely. Still, I didn't even think about disobeying his orders. I guess, subconsciously, I had hoped for these instructions, because I had dutifully brought all my pet jewelry along.

I thus put the silver ruler charm bracelet and the silver dice charm bracelet around my wrists. I also added the rhinestone arm cuffs and hung the rock necklace around my neck. However, I didn't dare to add the rhinestone anklets because they were far to eye-catching.

Looking into the mirror, the outfit still didn't show much skin. Nonetheless, the flashy accessories made me look more like a sexy, blinged-up secretary than a project head. Damn! My project pitch had to be highly competent and most convincing to keep the clients focused on the presentation. I really had to bring my A-game.

I didn't.

Standing in my tight gray business outfit in the middle of the conference room, I tried my best to conduct a convincing presentation. It didn't go smoothly at all, though. Whenever, I lifted my arm and pressed the presenter to proceed to the next slide, the ruler bracelet clashed against the arm cuff with a loud clang. Not only did it distract the clients, it also drew their attention to my flossy accessories.

The third clanking caused the project committee chairman Mr. Moore, an old overweight man with a coil of gray hair, to cough all piqued. In response, I simply giggled bashfully and continued my presentation. What else was I supposed to do?

The rest of the presentation didn't go much better. Over and over, I lost the common thread. The missing preparation plainly made itself felt and I appeared less than convincing.

Mr. Wilson and Mr. Anderson, the two middle-aged committee members, however, didn't seem to care much about the presentation anyways. The black-haired Mr. Wilson couldn't stop gazing at my cleavage, his eyes basically falling down my neckline. The bald Mr. Anderson kept on staring at my jewelry, obviously trying to figure out the meaning of my charm bracelets. Several times, they stuck their heads together, whispered to each other, and chuckled. Only the two elder committee members, Mr. Moore and Ms. Thomas seemed interested in my project pitch. 

"Miss Addams? What is your answer?" The chairman interrupted me.

Shit! The elder, gray-haired man with the grouchy features had asked a question and I hadn't listened. Instead, I had stared at his lap thinking about his cock. Damnit! My mind was constantly wondering off to anything sex related.

"Oh! Let me think." I finally said in response.

OMG! I sounded totally clueless. Even worse, I lifted my hand and put my long, fake French nailed index finger on my lower lip while thinking. I must have looked way over my head and couldn't come up with an eloquent respond. Hence, I basically repeated the bullet points from the last slide until the gray-haired chairman interrupted me again.

"That does not answer my question, Miss Addams." He huffed, sounding annoyed.

I was getting antsy. Fuck! I didn't know the goddamn answer. I hadn't even gotten the question.

"I was asking about our employees' speed of adoption and utilization of the new quality management tool during the change process. Do you have any data on that?" The chairman repeated his question, sounding even more annoyed.

"Oh... yes... of course!" I quickly stammered in response. "I just wanted to put the data in relation, you know, to my presentation. Hihihi!"

Oh my... not only was it a feeble excuse it also sounded that way and my apologetic giggles didn't help, either.

"I brought copies of the data sheet. Let me hand it out to you." I continued, trying to save the situation.

Hastily, I stepped over to my brief case, which I had placed on a chair close by, and leaned forward to pull out the data sheets. Unfortunately, my days as the interns' luxury toy had gotten me used to bending over in the most seductive way with legs straight and ass raised high. I didn't even notice that I was leaning forward the exact same way, until I heard another piqued cough behind me. This time, it was coming from Mrs. Thomas, a business woman in her forties with strict facial features and a rigorous blond braid.

Panic-stricken, I looked back over my shoulder and saw all four clients staring at my knockout ass. With my legs straight, the pencil skirt's gray material got stretched thin over my juicy buns and the black side stripes framed my ass cheeks, making my bubble butt look even more bootylicious. 

Instead of quickly straightening up, though, the middle-aged clients' lecherous looks made me unbent ever so slowly. What the fuck had gotten into me? This was a serious situation! There was a lot on the line for my department! Yet, my time as Miss Brat had conditioned me into acting like a tease whenever I got male attention. I didn't even do it intentionally.

Nonetheless, I was nervous as hell. I could only hope that my sexually suggestive, tantalizing behavior earned me plus points. Turning around, I noticed big smiles on the two middle-aged clients' faces.

The two elder clients, however, didn't look amused at all. Ms. Thomas glared at me in such a repulsed way as if my ditzy behavior negated everything women had achieved in the working world over the last decade. By contrast, Mr. Moore looked totally annoyed. Shit! After all, Mr. Moore was the chairman making the final decision!

Realizing this, I fully panicked. Frantically, I reached up and brushed a few long chestnut tresses out of my face before continuing with my project pitch. In my hurry, though, I wasn't careful. Lowering my arm, the armlet got stuck in the neckline of my black shirt. A rhinestone got tangled in the black material. Before I noticed it, the neckline got pushed down and my red bra slipped out.

Nooo!

This couldn't be happening! Not today! Not to me!

I had a bra slip right in the middle of the conference room during the most important project pitch of my career! The red lace material was clearly visible for all the clients.

The shock was so overwhelming that I froze and couldn't move for a couple of seconds, continuing to show off my red lace bra. Seeing Wilson and Anderson sticking their heads together, I could hear a few scraps of their conversation.

"Told you it's red!" Anderson quietly quipped.

"Man! I thought she'd be braless." Wilson replied almost disappointedly.

They had been betting on my undies! Hearing that made my face flush and didn't help my stiffness. It took me a few more moments before I was able to clumsily untangle my shirt from the arm cuff and push the neckline back over my red lace bra.

Stepping up to each client, I handed out the data sheets while trying to hide my embarrassment behind a bright, fake smile. It didn't help, though. The milk was spilled. The clients' minds were made up.

While I explained the data, the clients appeared rather disinterested. At least in my presentation, in my curves not so much. The two middle-aged men continued eyeballing me whereas Ms. Thomas' repulsed look became ever more evident.

Suddenly, the cap of Mr. Wilson's fountain pen fell out of his hand and landed on the ground close to me. As a conscientious guest presenter, or subservient applicant, I continued my presentation while picking up the cap. 

Without conscious action, I kept my legs straight again! Damnit! This would increase Ms. Thomas' aversion and Mr. Moore's annoyance even more. Was it still possible for me to bend down differently, though? I wasn't certain.

This time, I had to lean down to reach the cap with my hand, so I lowered my head to the level of my ass. I felt the gray material stretching over my juicy butt cheeks and the hem of the skirt rising a bit.

Just then, I realized that this hadn't been an accidental slip by Mr. Williams. They were trying to get a look at my panties to check out if it had the same color as my bra.

I couldn't let this happen! Mr. Moore and Ms. Thomas would throw me out of the conference room in a heartbeat.

Thus, I bent my knees and crouched down to pick up the pen. I could even see the disappointed look in the middle-aged clients' eyes. They had obviously expected me to flash my panties during the project pitch. That told you all you need to know about their opinion of me!

However, I couldn't leave them so disappointed, could I? Not really knowing why, it somehow felt important to give them some kind of eye candy. So I unbent real slowly while swaying my 'bomb ass moneymaker' so slightly that it was only visible for the attentive eye.

As soon as I had straightened up and looked at the clients, I could see the smug grin on the middle-aged men's face contrasting with Ms. Thomas' icy stare that could have dropped me dead.

A few slides later, the presentation was over and the clients didn't have a lot of questions, which wasn't a good sign at all. I had appeared as if the project was way over my head! Neither had I been able to sell the accomplishments we had achieved nor had I managed to gain the clients' trust to be able to successfully carry the project forward during the next phase. Instead, I had made a fool of myself appearing like a cute ditz who tried to use her attractiveness rather than her smarts to convince the committee. The clients must have thought of me as exactly the type of girl I had always despised.

Highly frustrated, I tottered out of the conference room in my gray, high-heeled, peep toe sandals, feeling two pairs of eyes glued to my ass. The clients hadn't been presented with a convincing presentation, but at least, they had gotten the chance to look at some pretty eye candy in the meantime.

Fuck! What a dumb thought! I hadn't been here to look pretty. I hadn't been here to amuse them with my bra slip. I hadn't been here to entertain them with a bet about the color of my undies. Yet, the knowledge that Mr. Wilson and Mr. Anderson had enjoyed my appearance gave me a bit of comfort and reduced my frustration, no matter how silly it sounds.

For the rest of the workday, candidates from rival consulting firms gave their project pitches so I had nothing to do but wait for the decision the next morning. Anxious about the final decision, I couldn't sit tight and wait. I needed something to do to lessen my frustration. Thus, I decided to follow the first thought that came to my mind.

Guess what my first thought was? In all honesty, I had been thinking about surprising D-Rod and getting some new slut upgrades. Something he didn't expect. Something that would make him praise me for my efforts.

Therefore, I took a cab to a shopping mall and went on the hunt for new accessories. Despite my determination, it turned out quite difficult to find new stuff. First, I tottered into a jewelry store. Even though they didn't have anything as kinky as the accessories D-Rod had shown me in the bimbo pictures, I still bought two pairs of flashy earrings, two stylish necklaces, and two bracelets. Each one in gold metallic and pearl design respectively.

A girl can always use more jewelries, right? Hence, I also bought a swanky rhinestone waist chain with butterfly design in the back. The letter 'B' dangled off the front in fancy cursive script. The charm was completely embellished with rhinestones that made it sparkle magnificently.

However, I wasn't satisfied yet. These accessories were nice and all but nothing special. Still, it had done the trick. Shopping for the jewelries had made me completely forget about the botched project pitch. Instead, it had put me in a shopping frenzy. I wanted more. I wanted to take the next step.

Recollecting the pictures D-Rod had shown me in the interns' office, I remembered the glamour models presenting the accessories. Plastic bimbos who had molded themselves into pure sexdolls. I had always despised women who solely relied on their looks to get by in life. Their stylized appearances undermined my self-image as a tough business woman.

Anyhow, I couldn't really talk big, could I? My deep fake tan, long manicured French nails, and flashy accessories had already transformed me into a temptingly packaged luxury doll, turning male heads left and right. I had to admit that I highly enjoyed the attention. The sheer thought of another slut upgrade created a warm feeling of lust in my loins. Damnit! I wanted more. So what could I adopt from these bimbo babes?

Of course, plastic surgery was out of the question. Still, I remembered that these bimbos had all sported a different style giving them the alluring look I was striving for. The full fringe hairstyle and the red streaks in the long platinum blond hair came to my mind first.

That's what I wanted! So I headed to the next beauty salon to get a makeover.

When I left the salon, my face looked quite different. I had gotten a full fringe hairstyle with golden highlights for my long wavy chestnut tresses. The bangs framed my face giving it contour and highlighting my feminine features while the golden streaks gave my hair a luminous shine. All in all, it made me look even less like a cutthroat business lady although I didn't waste a thought on that at all. Instead, my mind was focused on D-Rod's reaction when he would see me. I badly hoped for it to be positive.

--- Week 3 -- Friday ---

The next morning, the news came as expected. Our project partners had opted not to extend our partnership and given the project to another consulting firm. I had failed to secure the most important and most lucrative project for my department.

Of course, I had to inform O'Bannon. He was as shocked as upset about the news and instantly arranged an emergency meeting. After all, the whole company direction had to be reviewed and redirected. To my dismay, he also called Ortega as the second department manager to attend the meeting. So I had to travel back to meet O'Bannon and Ortega in the evening to explain my failure.

As my train arrived late in the afternoon, O'Bannon arranged for us to meet in a fancy restaurant over dinner. I wore the same gray blazer and skirt combo I had sported for the project pitch, only swapping the black halter top with a lower cut black v-neck top and adding the new waist chain. As I was back in town, I felt the need to get rid of the red lace bra and panties. D-Rod's town, D-Rod's rules, right?

O'Bannon and Ortega were already present when I walked into the restaurant. They stopped for a second when they saw my new haircut and golden highlights. They weren't the only ones, though. The older husband sitting at the next table didn't stop leering at my curves until his wife gave him a reproachful slap to the shoulder.

In contrast to the old man, my fellow executives didn't pay much mind to my outfit. They were too occupied discussing the day's events and instantly started grilling me about the project pitch. Even though I knew that it had been my fault, I tried to justify myself as best as I could, coming up with different reasons such as a new strategic approach the clients were taking.

All the time, I nervously fidgeted around on my chair. After all, I couldn't tell them about the bra slip. The fact that the finalized project as a whole had been a success didn't make it any easier to explain the end of the collaboration, either. Hence, my explanations sounded like nothing more than feeble excuses. 

After arguing back and forth, O'Bannon seemed to believe me although reluctant at first. Ortega, by contrast, made it clear that he deemed it my fault. The way he looked at me made plain that he deemed me a better eye candy than a project leader or presenter.

Finally, the discussion turned to the next steps we had to take to find new projects and compensate the loss. I couldn't really contribute much, though, because I was too occupied with presenting my body inconspicuously.

The older husband at the table on our left continued sneaking a peek at me whenever his wife wasn't looking. By now, two men in their forties wearing expensive suits had taken a seat at the table on our right. They were obviously here for a business dinner. When they noticed me, however, they seemed to spend more time checking out my curves than discussing work. I constantly had to change my position on the chair to allow all three men the best look at me. A girl can only focus on one thing at a time, right?

Gawd! I loved their attention. It made me all flustered and distracted me from any work-related thought. This entire discussion annoyed me anyways although it was about my work and my career. I felt more suited to look pretty for the men than to add to our consulting firm's future strategy.

After almost two days, I badly wanted a cock. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to suck on it. I wanted it filling me. I much rather wanted to drive to D-Rod and be his hoodrat for the rest of the night than discuss these boring topics with my two fellow executives.

Before the main course, I received an unexpected text message.

*zup? wy@, sbw? dtf? d-rod z ur aoc.*

I didn't know the number and didn't understand a word of the message, either. So I wrote back inquiring to whom I was talking and from whom he got my number.

*r u stupid or sth? where u at, slut bitch whore? r u down 2 fuck? d-rod said ur available on call, Lucho.*

OMG! It was Lucho, D-Rod's housemate! My man must have given my cell number to his homies. Had he really written 'down to fuck' and 'available on call'? Shit! D-Rod was making good on his word about turning me into his hoodrat!

This was so debasing. I was sitting at an important business dinner making plans for our consulting firm's future while getting a booty call from a Latin gangbanger!

My priorities were clear, though. This meeting was crucial for my career and my standing in the company. Why then was I texting back telling Lucho the name and address of the restaurant? It just happened as if by itself and I didn't have much time to ponder my actions as O'Bannon wanted to hear my take on a new project concept.

RING

About 15 minutes later, I received a call on my smartphone.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 10



"We're outside 'n ready, puta. Haul yo ass outta da backdoor." Lucho blurted into the phone when I picked up.

He didn't say anything else, simply hanging up and leaving me totally dumbfounded. I couldn't seriously follow his request. I couldn't walk out of the restaurant right now. Not with all these important topics on the line. Not with my career at stakes!

The more my mind protested, however, the more the warm feeling between my loins spread. Meeting D-Rod's gang homies would be so much more fun than sitting at this business dinner. What choice did I have anyways? I was the 'LGZ ho' after all. My tan tattoo made that plain. I had to be freely available to all gang members.

What a fucked up situation! I was caught between a rock and a hard place. The business dinner and the gang fuck, somehow both seemed important. The first for my job as business executive, the latter for my role as hoodrat. As much as the rational parts of my mind argued for me to stay at the table, my submissive side urged me to meet Lucho.

Shooting D-Rod's homie a text message to call me back, I faked a phone call from the clients. When I picked up my ringing smartphone, I informed my fellow executives that Mr. Moore was calling to discuss details from my project pitch. Letting O'Bannon and Ortega believe that there was still a chance to get the extension, I excused myself from the table and stood up. Pooh! My heart was beating in my throat.

This was so reckless! This was so naughty! This was so irresponsible! This was so exciting!

I was in a fancy, high-class restaurant leaving my boss and rival at a table to walk outside and fuck some lowlife gangbangers! It sounded more like fantasy than reality.

While talking to the imaginary client on my smartphone, I walked to the ladies' room. A small hallway let to the restrooms with the ladies' and men's room located on the right side and the entrance to the kitchen on the left side. At the end of the hallway was a door that let outside.

On my way, I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to me. A waiter walked out of the kitchen, almost bumping into me. When he was gone, the way was clear and I quickly stepped up to the door. Luckily, it wasn't locked.

Stepping outside, I quickly closed the door before taking a look around. I was standing in a small alleyway that branched off a three-way stop. The dirty alley was lined with dumpsters and trashcans, standing in stark contrast to the fancy, posh restaurant. It was obvious that scarcely anybody ever set a foot in here. Certainly no customers. At most, employees to quickly take out the trash.

Close to the door parked an old, open-top lowrider with the hood facing the three-way stop. Three guys leaned against the car trunk having a smoke. One of them was D-Rod's brawny housemate Lucho wearing low-ride khaki pants, a white tee, and a check shirt with only the topmost button closed. Next to him was Checo, the hardened cholo in his forties working at the taco joint. He was wearing black baggy pants and a white Football jersey. The third Latino seemed to be in his late twenties and sported a bandana around his forehead, khaki pants, and a white muscle shirt. Despite the dimly lit alleyway, I was sure that I hadn't seen him before.

As soon as Checo saw me, he flipped his cigarette away and walked up to me. I didn't like this turn of events a bit. After all, Checo was an ex-con with a raddled appearance, big time tattoos, and ink on his knuckles. He was the scariest thug of all the 'LGZ' gang members I had met yet. I had hoped to never run across him again. Yet, I couldn't even say 'ah' before he had his hand on my ass, kneading my buns through the fine, gray fabric of my skirt.

"Yo, bros! Da hoodrat pimped up 'er assets! Now, da gang ho got 'em style to go along wit 'em phat tetas 'n barrio booty." He called the two younger gangbangers over to us.

He made me toss my chestnut tresses with the new golden highlights over my shoulders to show off my full fringe hairstyle. Despite his crude slur, it felt like an appreciation of my efforts.

"Paco here ain't believin' sum bizness biatch's our nu gang ho." Checo told me. "Show him we ain't kiddin', puta."

His instruction made me look up and down the alley. There was no one else around and the view from the main street was pretty much blocked with dumpsters. That was a plus!

Still, it was hard to fathom that it had come to this. I was about to strip in a public alley. How shameful! How degrading! Yet, the sheer presence of these rude gangsters pushed me into subspace willing to serve them, especially after almost two days without a strong hand controlling me. Gosh! How much I yearned for this kind of dominance!

With my hips swaying, I walked up to Paco. He wasn't as muscular as the other two Latinos. Instead, he was really tall and stout. He seemed to be more of a silent giant in comparison to his loud-mouthed homies.

Standing in front of him, I spun around and shook my bubble butt to show off the tight gray pencil skirt with the black side stripes. When I finished my pirouette, I got blinded by flashing lights. A car was driving towards the alleyway!

I froze in my position!

The car came closer to the alley entrance. The bright beam of the front lights was about to reach me any moment. The passengers would see the business lady surrounded by a bunch of Latin gangbangers!

Suddenly, though, the car turned right and sped away. We hadn't been spotted. Heaving a sigh, I looked at Lucho and Checo. Despite the interruption, they weren't letting me off the hook. I was the 'LGZ ho' and they had come all the way to make good use of the hoodrat. They wouldn't leave empty handed.

I couldn't prolong the inevitable for too long, either. The fake call had bought me some time but I couldn't let O'Bannon and Ortega wait infinitely without making them suspicious.

Thus, I started opening the buttons of my gray blazer. Carefully, I placed it on the backseat of the lowrider to prevent it from landing on the ground and getting stained. Grabbing the black v-neck top, I pulled it up and revealed my flat tummy.

Gyrating my hips, I continued presenting my blinged-up assets by showing off the new silver waist chain with the rhinestone embellished 'B' charm that was riding high on my hips, the heart-shaped 'Missy' rhinestone navel ring dangling above the chain, and the 'LGZ' tan tattoo with the crown vajazzling emblazoned underneath it.

"Woah vatos, ain't nobody told me da nu hoodrat's a total style doll." Paco exclaimed in surprise. "She's shittin' ya, bros! No way, dat floozy's an exec. Maybe, she's suckin' off an exec when she ain't takin' calls as his receptionista. Ahahaha!"

Woah! This quiet gang member didn't know me. Yet, he didn't believe me for a second. He didn't take me for a business executive but for a receptionist at best. My feelings were going head over heels. On the one hand, I was deeply embarrassed. On the other hand, I was delighted by his approval of me as a glamour doll.

The memory of Ortega duping me into acting as his receptionist for an hour flashed in front of me. Even though, I quickly suppressed it, the reminder gave my pussy a surge.

"I'm a bitchness exec." I impulsively told Paco while I ran my long, sparkling French-nailed index finger down his chest. "I'm stylish and smart, you know."

Woah! Where had that pun come from? Had I just mumbled too much or had I really wanted to say it? Actually, I had intended to emphasize that I was a sophisticated business lady, but in the end I had achieved the opposite effect.

The word had simply popped into my head and I had instantly blurted it out. So much for giving considered responses! While blaring it out, however, the memory of the project pitch flashed in front of my eyes. I had looked stylish during the presentation but far from smart.

"Hehehe! Bitchness exec. If dat ain't no contradiction." Checo snorted. "Bet dat 'B' on ya chain stands for bitch then, huh?"

No, it did not! Actually, I had chosen the letter to represent the 'Brat' in 'Miss Brat' as the 'Missy' was already dangling off my belly button. Yet, I didn't disagree with the Latino. After all, I had called myself the bitchness exec, right?

"Yo! Ain't seein' an exec or a gang ho right now." Paco gave me an indirect order while keeping up his calm manner.

Damnit! I wanted to prove that I was both although demonstrating my skills as the 'LGZ ho' took precedence at the moment. So much for having clear priorities.

Slipping my arms out of the halter straps of my black v-neck top, I slowly pulled the hemline down until it rested right above my erect nipples, showing off my glorious cleavage. With a jerk, I let my nipples pop out one after the other. 

As soon as my juicy juggs were free, Paco reached out to grab my tit meat but I escaped his grip by turning around and carefully pulling the black top down to my hips. I didn't want the rude gangsters to tear my top to pieces. Meanwhile, I presented my bubble butt.

Bending over the trunk of the car, I ran my French-nailed hands all along the black side stripes. Grabbing the hem of the gray pencil skirt, I slowly pushed it up. First, the hem of my black seamed stockings came to light. Then the curve of my juicy ass cheeks emerged, until finally my phat barrio booty was on full display.

Too bad, my sassy actions had an unintended side effect. While Paco had checked me out, Lucho had walked up to the car's cockpit. When he flicked a switch, the hydraulics set in and the lowrider started hopping. The front wheels were bouncing up and down in a slow rhythm.

"Damn, vatos! Check out my fly-ass lowrider!" Lucho exclaimed cheerfully.

"Damn vatos! Check out dis fly-ass barrio biatch." Checo responded with a dirty chuckle. "C'mon puta! A hoodrat bettah be good at shakin' dat ass to a hoppin' lowrider. Show us what cha got!"

I didn't really know what I was supposed to do, so I turned around and started gyrating my hips. Even though I tried my best to shake my ass like those hip hop dancers I had seen in music clips, I must have looked rather comical than sexy. After all, I had never danced like that before! At least, it caused my soft boobs to bounce and jiggle on my chest, which was the most important thing for the guys.

"Now, clap like a hoodrat!" Checo gave a new order.

Once again, I didn't catch his meaning, so I simply started clapping my hands in time with the hopping lowrider.

SLAP

The ex-con gave me a harsh slap to the face that instantly made my right cheek burn.

"Fuckin' biatch, ya think cha wearin' all dat bling bling for nuttin'." He hissed, obviously disappointed with my lack of understanding. "Clap by clankin' ya jewels, hoodrat!"

Rubbing my stinging cheek with my fake-nailed right hand, I wanted to shoot daggers at the brutal thug. I didn't dare looking the scary gangbanger in the eye, though.

Making my accessories clank? That was so stupid! Yet, I had bought the jewelries to show them off and get the guys' attention, right? What better way than this?

Splaying my legs, I slightly squatted down and started hauling my ass in wide circling motions. The rhinestone 'B' charm began swinging from left to right. Bobbing my head to the imaginary beat with an exaggerated nodding, my silver heart earrings started swaying back and forth. Picking up speed, I got into the rhythm of the bouncing lowrider. Eventually, the 'Missy' dangle navel ring started swinging to-and-fro as well.

Making my accessories swing made me feel so fabricated, like a decorated object getting showcased, like a human display dummy. Gulp! The thought of being seen as a display dummy for accessories was a total turn on!

This was all nice and well, or rather totally silly and absurd, but nothing was clanking yet. What else could I do? Well, I still got my armlets, right? Spreading my arms, I began shaking them in rhythm which made both charm bracelets crash against the rhinestone arm cuffs and caused a low clattering noise.

CLANK! CLANK!

"Can't hear no clankin', hussy!" Lucho scolded me despite my efforts while putting his hand behind his ear in a mocking gesture. "C'mon biatch, make sum noise!"

"Bitchness exec?! Dat floozy can't even clap 'n clank with her body bling!" Checo huffed scornfully. "Any receptionista's mo' useful!"

Fuck! These rude gangsters didn't take me for a business lady for a second! I badly wanted to protest but they would have only laughed at my objection. Standing in a dirty alley with my tits exposed and my hips swaying next to a hopping lowrider, I wasn't really in the best position to brag with my degrees anyways. Besides, I wasn't here to brag. I was here to clap and clank for the gang members' entertainment.

Shit! They wanted me to bang the 'B' charm against the 'Missy' dangle ring! How was I supposed to manage that? Right now, they were only swinging along. I had to do something else.

Straightening up, I leaned back with my legs splayed wide and started pushing my hips out whenever the lowrider bounced up. The charm 'B' stopped swinging and started bobbing up and down. It wasn't enough to make it spin over and clash against the dangle ring, though.

I was getting desperate. Stronger and stronger, I pushed my ass back until it hit against the trunk of the lowrider whenever the front wheels were on the ground and pushed my crotch forward whenever the front hopped.

Back! Forth! Back! Forth!

Faster! Stronger! Faster! Stronger!

I was practically performing a belly dance on speed, humping the air faster and faster until the 'B' charm and 'Missy' heart were wildly bouncing around. Not only my accessories were ferociously bobbing around, though. My big, soft titties were jiggling and shaking so fiercely they looked ready to fly off my chest any second.

CLANK! CLANK!

The 'B' charm and 'Missy' heart banged against each other. Finally! The comical air humping was working!

CLANK! CLANK!

The 'LGZ' homies let me continue... and continue... and continue banging my accessories in rhythm with the hopping lowrider until I was getting tired. Finally, Lucho switched off the hydraulics.

"Yo, dat took its time till da hoodrat got it down, stupid cunt." He remarked.

"Da hussy ain't here to be a fast learner, right?" Checo chortled in response. "Enuff wit da foreplay, though. Let's get down to bizness."

The rough thug grabbed my chestnut hair with the golden highlights and pushed me forward until my body was bent over the trunk of the lowrider. With his hand on my back, he firmly pressed my boobs onto the sheet while he swiftly pushed my gray pencil skirt up above my ass.

SMACK! SMACK!

Checo landed two heavy blows on my buns that made my buttflesh jiggle and reddened my skin.

"Yo bros! Can ya make dat ass shake as much as dem tits befo'!" He challenged his two homies.

While stepping aside, he kept his hand on my back holding me in place. I didn't want these rude gangsters to slap my ass until it was jiggling wildly, but I could barely move. All I could do was to grip the edge of the trunk with my fake, French nailed hands and brace myself.

SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK!

Each of the guys whupped my ass hitting the lower curve of my butt cheeks from the bottom up to make my ass meat wobble just as wildly as my titties had bounced before. Biting my lips and clutching the edge of the trunk, I tried my best to stay quiet. After all, we were in a public alley!

"Let's see if dem holes are ready." Checo finally exclaimed. "Dem cunt bettah be wet for us. Dat's what a hoodrat's for, right?"

Wow! The intimidating gangbanger had just plainly made it clear that I was nothing but a free slab of fuckmeat for him and his homies. The thought of getting used like a ragdoll without a personal opinion or say in the matter, however, turned me on immensely. That's what a hoodrat's for after all. I guess he was right in that regard.

In the blink of an eye, Checo had pulled his erect cock from his khaki pants and positioned it at my pussy.

"No, sir!" I tried to wiggle my twat out of the way. "My pussy's for my man only. Please fuck my ass. The hoodrat's an anal gang whore, you know."

My pleading stopped Checo in his tracks. At least, for a moment. He seemed to ponder what to do.

"Nah! Dat may hold for dem college boys at work. But not for D-Rod's homies." Checo didn't give a shit about my protest.

"I tell ya sumtin', though." He suggested nevertheless. "Ya want cha ass filled? Bettah show us dat asshole's tighter than dat cunt. Deal?"

I didn't really get what he was talking about. However, anything was better than simply letting the 'LGZ' homies fuck my ass. At least, I had tried to resist and follow D-Rod's rules.

Surprisingly, Checo grabbed my chestnut-golden tresses and dragged me over to the front of the open-top lowrider. I couldn't do anything but follow him in a bent over posture. Opening the driver's door, he basically threw me onto the driver's seat.

"C'mon puta, prove ya cunt's well stretched 'n wet. Give dat shift a good time!"

Looking over my shoulder at the rough thug, my mouth gaped open in total shock. What did he want me to do? He wanted me to ride the stick shift? He couldn't be serious!

SMACK! SMACK!

Two more harsh blows to my already glowing ass told me to get going. He wasn't kidding. If he had to settle on fucking my ass, he wanted my pussy to get a different kind of workout.

To avoid further thrashes to my stinging butt, I hastily turned on the driver's seat and inspected the stick shift. As the rest of the car, it was customized with a custom-made knob. It was an 8-Ball shift knob! With its 2¼ inches, it had the original size of the billiard ball, which was quiet big. At least for my pussy!

"Still ain't seein' no top gang ho!" Lucho complained when I hesitated.

Spurred on by this slur, I remembered Matt fitting his whole fist in my twat. It had worked before, it would work again. I could take this knob!

With the first shock subsiding, I splayed my legs and placed each knee on a car seat. With the car top open, I could kneel on the seats and let my pussy hover above the 8-Ball shift stick. Reaching down, I spread my pussy lips with index and middle finger of my left hand. Running the index finger of my right hand through my splayed open slit, I noticed that my cunt was indeed wet.

It shouldn't be much of a surprise, right? The rough treatment as a hoodrat at the hands of these rude gangsters was pushing me deep into subspace and getting me all hot and bothered.

Slowly, I lowered my crotch until my cunt meat touched the round knob. It felt so cold! Using both hands, I grabbed my pussy lips and spread them wide open. Pressing my slit against the 8-Ball, I ran my pussy up and down the knob to get it slick with my juices.

While I was getting the ball all greasy, the three Latinos encircled the lowrider with Checo on the driver's side and his two homies on the passenger's side. Reaching out, Checo started pinching my rock hard left nipple. Following suit, Lucho grabbed my right erect teat and tweaked it.

They were pinching harder and rougher until I whimpered. Pulling my nipples downwards, they tried to push my body down. The time had come to fill my pussy. Taking a deep breath, I followed the gang members' lead and pressed my crotch down. 

My body dipped. My pussy stretched. The 8-Ball was big but it wasn't as big as Matt's fist. With a pop, the round knob slipped inside me. I was impaled by a stick shift! Could you believe it?

The round, hard ball really filled my cunt up. The Latinos, however, didn't give a fuck about me getting used to the big size. As soon as my pussy had engulfed the knob, they pulled my nipples up.

They kept dragging on my nips until I whimpered anew. Yet, they reached their goal as I followed their lead and pushed my body upwards until the 8-Ball almost slipped out of my pussy.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 10



Up and down!

"Aaahhh!"

Up and down!

"Ooowww!"

The guys couldn't care less about my whining although it became louder with every pulling and jerking. They were so rough it really hurt. Yet, it made my skin prickle even more and pussy juices started running down the stick shift.

"Now, ride it, biatch! Ride it like ya stole it!" Checo suddenly said.

"Uuuiiihhh!" I yelped a second later.

The rough thug had flicked the switch of the hydraulics! The front of the lowrider reared up and I lost my balance.

"Ooowww!" I cried out when Checo and Lucho pinched my teats even harder than before.

My poor nipples! They felt like they were trapped in a vise! Sandwiched between the two 'LGZ' homies, my body was held upright with a hand on each nipple and another hand on each hip. They even managed to keep the shift knob deeply embedded in my pussy.

Fortunately, Checo had switched on a pump with low compression so the lowrider was only slightly hopping. Still, it was enough to make me bounce around on the stick shift like riding a mechanical bull.

Clinging to the back of the car seats with my long-nailed hands, I tried my best to keep my body lifted while the lowrider hopped beneath me. This way, the shift stick with the big, round 8-Ball knob pistoned in and out of my cunt like a drilling machine. However, the lowrider's motions made me hop along. With the two gangbangers pinching my nipples, the bouncing made my titflesh jiggle wildly around their hands which amused them to no end.

"Ahahaha! Ahahaha!" They couldn't stop laughing.

"Ooohhh! Uuuiiihhh! Ooohhh!" I couldn't stop squealing.

By now, however, my whining had turned into a mixture of squeaks from the hopping, whimpers from the nipple pinching, and groans from the pussy drilling. 

Suddenly, though, my grunts got stuck in my throat. Looking through the windshield, I saw another car passing by. Unlike the previous cars, however, it stopped. The red taillights lid up, telling me that the driver had put the car into reverse. He was turning around!

The three Latinos didn't seem to care as they didn't make a move to stop the hydraulics. Their lowrider continued hopping and the rap music continued booming while they kept on twitching my nipples.

I saw the red taillights coming closer. The car was driving backwards into the alley. I had to get out of sight! I couldn't risk being seen! What if it was a fellow consultant meeting O'Bannon and Ortega in the restaurant to help them brainstorm? What if it was a client recognizing me?

The taillights were still approaching! The two 'LGZ' homies were still holding me in place. They didn't let me move! I tried to push my pussy down onto the shift stick to lower my body and hide! Of course, that was ridiculous! I couldn't pass from view.

Suddenly, the car stopped and the driver's door opened. A woman about my age with a black updo stuck her head out. While the lowrider continued hopping, Paco stepped in front of the car hood.

"Can you turn down the music? This is a reputable neighborhood!" She prompted Paco with an edgy-sounding voice. "Otherwise, I have to inform the restaurant owner."

Shit! This was spelling trouble. You don't talk smack to a bunch of tatted up gangbangers! They won't let that slide. They will start a fight. The cops will be called and I will be arrested as a prostitute for lewd conduct. Oh my god, no!

She hadn't said a word about the naked slut in the car, though! She hadn't said a word about the indecent behavior! Was it a good or a bad sign?

"Of course, Ma'am." The quiet Latino quickly replied and gave a sign to Lucho.

Wow! This was a surprise. I hadn't expected the rude gangsters to keep calm. Apparently, fucking the hoodrat was more important than making trouble. Yay!

While the lowrider continued hopping, Lucho turned down the rap music. From nervousness, however, my heart was beating so loudly that I feared the woman to take it for another rap beat. Fortunately, she seemed content, although she contemptuously shook her head. 

The dark, ill-lit alley and the hopping of the lowrider must have kept her from seeing me thus far. She might hear me any second, though, as the stick shift kept on drilling my pussy. Biting onto my wrist, I tried my best to muffle my grunts. 

"Ooommmph!" It didn't work so well.

Damnit! I had groaned out loud! The woman had heard it! She stopped short, furrowed her brow, and inspected the lowrider more closely. 

Still standing in front of the car hood, Paco took a step to the side to block the woman's view to me. Apparently, she could only see Lucho and Checo standing at the sides of the hopping lowrider. She stared a few more moments at the three Latin gangbangers before she dropped the subject and didn't say another word. Closing the driver's door, she took off and drove to the parking lot on the other side of the main street. 

We watched her getting out of the car and walking into the restaurant before Lucho cranked the music back up. All the while, the stick shift had speared my pussy and the 8-Ball had stretched my cunt muscles. The rapid, consistent pumping had its effect on me. Pussy juice was pouring out of my stretched pussy, making the shift stick look like it was covered in white foam.

"Ooohhh! Fuck! Aaahhh!" I finally screeched.

There it was! The point of no return. I had reached my climax and came in full force. For a moment, my mind went blank. Then my orgasm exploded like rolling thunder, making my whole body shake and shudder around the shift stick.

Surge after surge of pleasure ripped through me. The orgasm was so forceful that my body basically slumped down. I was only getting held up by the Latin thugs' pitiless grip on my nipples and hips.

When I reopened my eyes and looked at the tatted up gangbangers through my glazed over eyes, I noticed that they had switched off the hydraulics. I hadn't even realized it before.

"Yo! Guess, we can count dat!" Checo simply remarked.

He wasn't about to give me any time to gather myself, though. Instead, he grabbed my chestnut-golden hair and pulled me off the stick shift. Dragging me around the car, he simply threw me onto the trunk of the lowrider. I landed on my back with my arms and legs spread wide.

"Look at dat cunt. Nice 'n open!" The rex-con commented on my red, gaping pussy.

It must have given a wide, open yawn as I felt cold air rushing inside. Despite his crude remark, I kept my legs splayed wide open and giggled in response.

"Hihihi! Stretched and wet as expected of a hoodrat's cunt, right?" I alluded at his previous comment.

"Dead-on, biatch!" Checo snorted. "Now, lemme see dat shithole all tight 'n ripe. Ready to get it torn open just as much, gapin' hussy?"

"Come on over, Paco!" He addressed his quiet homie without even expecting a response from me. "Time to get cha piece o' ass."

Without uttering a word, the calm Latino followed Checo's invitation and stepped in between his two homies. He simply pulled his dick from his khaki pants and grabbed my legs to push me into position. He definitely was a man of few words.

With my cunt flowing over with juices, he only had to run his cock through my slit a few times to get his veiny shaft slick. Grabbing both my ankles with one huge hand, he pulled my legs back until my knees rested on each side of my head.

As my butthole wasn't prepared in any way, I tried to offer the bandana giant the easiest access possible. So I reached down to my buns and spread my ass cheeks with my French-nailed hands. 

"Nice contrast!" Lucho remarked. "Red ass 'n fake white nails."

SMACK! SMACK!

Spurred on by the comment, Checo reacted and gave my left butt cheek a fierce slap followed by a hard blow to my right bun at the hands of Lucho. Both laughed their asses off when the impact shoved my body halfway over the car trunk and caused me to grunt while I held onto my butt as if my life depended on it.

"Now, dat contrast's even bettah!" Checo said after renewing the fiery glow on my ass.

When Paco positioned his greased cock between my thick buns, I spread my butt cheeks even wider to offer him a better angle. He simply grunted something that could be interpreted as a 'good job, bitch'.

Then he started pushing. His cock size fit his body size as it was almost as big as Taylor's black dong. This wouldn't be a walk in the park! Even if he wasn't a man of many words, he knew how to treat a cheap hoodrat just as much as the other two gang members. Showing his total disregard for my comfort, he simply leaned forward and used his full body weight to stab his fat dick through my anal ring. 

"Oooaaarrrggghhh!" I screamed and whaled.

Once again, I had to hold on for dear life to keep my hands on my ass and my buns spread open. My body got pushed back from the sheer force of his thrust until the back of my head banged against the front window. My poor, little asshole didn't stand a chance, though, and my tight sphincter got ripped open.

Disregarding my struggles, the bandana giant started drilling my ass from the get go. My ass ring and anal chute clasped his thick shaft so tightly that I felt every vein like steel knobs.

With one big claw clutching my ankles, he held my body in place and my legs in the air. Every thrust shoved my body backwards over the car trunk before he pulled me back with one hand like I weighed a feather. The ease made me feel like a tiny ragdoll at the mercy of this silent giant.

"Yeah! Fuck da slut up da butt. Fuck da puta hard 'n fast, vato!" Checo praised his homie. "Bet cha can't fill dat barrio booty in under 5 mins."

Paco only grunted in response. Still, the challenge made him intensify his anal pounding. The strength of his thrusts was so high that I dug my fake, long, French nails into my own ass meat to keep my hands on my ass. Despite the intensity, the bandana giant barely made a noise while he methodically churned out my ass pipe. By contrast, my screams couldn't have been louder. Good thing the radio was still booming so loud that it drowned out my shouting.

The tempo, with which Paco was pummeling my bunghole, made itself felt and he couldn't hold out very long. After all, that was the intention, right? Four minutes into the challenge, he abruptly pulled his fat cock from my bumhole. As my butt was still struggling with the size, it slipped out with a loud plop.

"Yo, lookit, vatos!" Checo hollered. "Dat shithole's gapin' as wide as dem cunt."

"C'mon, biatch!" Lucho shouted. "Offer dem gapin' fuckholes as cum dumpsters."

Woah! Gaping fuckholes, cum dumpster! The language was so crude. Yet, it was such a turn-on! Following Lucho's order, I quickly slipped both index fingers into my cunthole and both middle and ring fingers into my shithole.

Paco supported my efforts by pushing my legs further back until my feet rested on each side of my head and my ass was high up in the air. He had basically put me into a piledriver position.

With my fingers deep in my holes, I started pulling them apart, stretching my gaping fuckholes wide open. Wow! I could really stretch my ass and cunt muscles wide. They must have stood open like the channel tunnel!

"Fuckin' shit! Paco sank a fuckin' shaft there for realz!" Checo whistled approvingly. "Should be easy to hit!"

Splaying my fingers out, the glittery white French tips of my thumbs and pinkies framed the dark, dilated holes. It must have looked so drool-worthy that it finally pushed the bandana giant over the edge.

Just in under five minutes, his cock erupted and thick, white spunk shot out. The first spurt was badly aimed, though. In a wide arch, the cumshot sprayed beyond my gaping fuckholes and landed right on my left tit.

Pushing his spurting cock closer to my ass, Paco's aim improved. However, he was twitching so much from his climax that the second splash splattered all over my fake-tanned buns.

"Bullseye!" Checo eventually roared when the third spurt shot right down my spread open bunghole.

First, the calm Latino had ripped my pussy and asshole open! Then he had used the gaping holes for target practice! So debasing! So debauched!

"Next man up!" Lucho exclaimed as soon as Paco's balls were empty.

Pulling on my ankles, he pushed me off the trunk of the lowrider. I barely had time to slip my fingers out of my gaping fuckholes before my feet landed on the ground. I would have completely tumbled on my face otherwise. As soon as I stood firmly in my gray heels, Lucho turned me around and bent me over the trunk.

"Spread!" He simply instructed me. "Lemme check if dat shitter's still tighter than dem cunt!"

Fuck! The testing of my pussy wasn't over yet. Riding the shift stick hadn't been enough. Each of the guys wanted a piece of my ass. One after the other was about to test the width of my twat.

Even though I didn't like the way this was going, I didn't want to waste time with protesting. I had left O'Bannon and Ortega alone for about 15 minutes by now. They were probably starting to wonder what I was doing. Letting them think that the phone call offered a chance to regain the project had been a good idea because it gave me a time buffer. A call could only last so long, however, couldn't it?

Still, I had to see this through now. I was D-Rod's hoodrat after all and committed to his rules. I had to come up with an explanation why the phone call hadn't yielded a positive result to calm my fellow executives. But that was a task for later.

Right now, I had to reach back with my fake-nailed hands and spread my ass cheeks to present my cunt to Lucho. And that was exactly what I was doing. When I was in position, I heard a clattering sound behind me. Looking back in confusion, I saw Checo and Lucho chinking beer bottles. They had been drinking a beer while watching the barrio bitch get fucked up the ass.

Woah! I stood bent over the trunk of a lowrider in a dirty alley presenting my pussy for a stretch test while my fellow executives were having a business dinner next door and these rude, tatted up gangsters let me wait, favoring a drink over the hoodrat.

After taking the final sip, Lucho leaned forward and held the empty beer bottle right next to my face.

"Guess where it's goin', biatch!" He said.

With my eyes growing wide, I badly wanted to protest. The bottom of the bottle was about 2½ inches. It was even bigger than the 8-Ball shift stick knob! Nonetheless, I suppressed any objection. This had to be quick and dirty if I didn't want O'Bannon or Ortega to start searching for me. Could you even begin to imagine what would happen if they found me out in the alley surrounded by three gangbangers?

"Uuuhhh!" I gasped when I felt the cold glass on my juicy pussy.

Spreading my butt cheeks wide, I tried to offer the least resistance. Lucho exploited my obedience by running the glass over my pink pussy meat. Time and again, he teased me, running the bottom all along my slit without pushing it in. Again, he touched my sensitive pussy flesh with the bottle.

He pushed. I jerked.

Jumping away to the right, I stumbled from the sudden movement! Releasing my ass cheeks, I had to clutch the edge of the car trunk to keep myself from falling.

"Hehehe! Stupid biatch!" The buff musclehead laughed at me.

Damnit! He had only feinted it! He was playing with me!

"Ya jump again 'n I'm a gonna fuck dat ass wit da bottle up cha cunt. Gettit, hussy?" He chided me.

No! I mean, yes! I mean, I did understand. But no! I couldn't take it.

All cowed, I got back into position with my titties pressed onto the trunk and my hands spreading my buns. To prevent another escape, Lucho grabbed my chestnut-golden tresses with his left hand and positioned the bottom of the beer bottle at my slit.

Instead of pressing the bottle inside, though, he started pulling on my hair. Flexing my back, my juicy juggs got lifted off the trunk. Nonetheless, the buff musclehead continued pulling. With my back flexed, there was no way for me to go but backwards.

Slowly, I got pushed back and my body betrayed me. My pussy was so warmed up from riding the ball knob and so slick with juices that it didn't resist at all. Gradually, it stretched open and engulfed the bottle.

The size of the bottle was so different to the round knob. It stuffed my cunt so much more and made my pussy throb around the thick intruder. Lucho didn't waste any time to pump my twat with the full girth of the bottle. However, my pussy was so wet that white, foamy cunt slime formed at my tautly stretched cunt lips and squishy noises erupted from my hole.

"Dat cunt's worn out for realz, vatos." He mocked me.

"Gonna be a challenge for ya, ese." The buff musclehead told Checo, giving him a slap onto the shoulder.

"Lemme plug dat ass before da biatch's gonna squirt all over da place." Lucho finished the test run and pulled the bottle from my leaking snatch.

As soon as my pussy was empty, he plunged his hard meat tool up my bunghole. His cock didn't meet much resistance as my shithole was still loosened up from Paco's pounding.

"Same fuckhole, same challenge, ese!" Checo suggested. "Bet cha can't fill dat barrio booty in under 2 mins."

"Hehehe! Wait 'n see!" Lucho simply replied.

The challenge had the intended effect because the brawny Latino started plowing my poor asshole like there was no tomorrow. He was fucking me so hard that my body crashed into the bumper with every thrust.

Once again, I had to dig my long, fake French fingernails into my ass meat to keep a grip on my buns. His cock was smaller than Paco's. Still, the immense speed of the pounding made him intensely ream out my ass.

All the time, he kept his hold on my chestnut-golden tresses so my back was flexed and my titties lifted off the hood. My big, ole funbags were swinging back and forth so wildly they almost slapped against my chin.

The buff musclehead didn't last long, either. When he was ready to shoot his load, he abruptly pulled his cock from my ass. Letting my hair go, I keeled forward, landing with my tits back on the car trunk. As he hadn't given me an instruction, I remained in my bent over position spreading my buns apart.

Squeezing his shaft with his hand, however, Lucho quickly picked up the beer bottle. Placing it at my pussy entrance, he pressed the bottom inside. As soon as he had impaled my cunthole on the bottle, his dick started spurting. Aiming at the bottleneck, he sprayed his entire cumload into the bottle, spurt after spurt.

OMG! He wasn't even cumming on his hoodrat. Instead, he rather came into an empty bottle. A pinch of embarrassment hit me, hurting my pride. After all, I was here to be their cum dumpster, and therefore wanted their spunk in me.

"Ahahaha!" The Latin gangbangers, by contrast, found his actions hilarious. "Yo, ese! Ya tapped dat piece of meat for realz!"

With Lucho finished, Checo stepped up to me. He instantly grabbed the beer bottle that was still embedded in my pussy and roughly thrust it up my leaking cunt a couple of times.

"Hehehe! Dat ho loves gettin' her cunt stretched. She won't let go off dat bottle." He snorted. "Ya want mo' of it? Ya can have dat!"

"Ooohhh!" I groaned in surprise when he abruptly pulled the bottle from my pussy causing a loud plop.

Oh! My! God! I really felt empty! I really wanted my pussy stuffed again! With my twat gaping wide open, Checo roughly pulled me around and pushed my ass back against the trunk of the lowrider.

"C'mon, puta del barrio! Get cha cum drink." The hardened cholo told me.

With my ass leaning against the car trunk, he pulled on my chestnut-golden tresses making me look up. Holding the beer bottle over my face, he made me open my mouth and stick out my tongue to welcome the sticky goo. Slowly, the stringy spunk dribbled out of the bottle. 

The ex-con guided the bottle left and right, trying to catch me off-guard, but I quickly followed his movements with my tongue straining myself to catch every drop of cum. It was most important for me to prevent the spunk from dripping down and staining my gray skirt or black top that were bunched up around my waist. Fortunately, I managed to catch it all and kept my clothes clean.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 11



--- Week 3 - Saturday ---

 The weekend had come but the workweek continued having an effect on me. My project pitch had been a total failure and I had to take the blame for it. The result would certainly stick to my career.

 Even though I was looking at an uncertain future, I had to focus on Saturday evening when Matt's birthday bash was about to go down. Truth be told, I was more excited about reuniting with D-Rod than about crashing the party. However, the project pitch and the subsequent business dinner had been such epic fiascoes that I was glad about anything I could do off the job because it distracted me from thinking about possible consequences for my career.

 Even better, it offered me a chance to prove myself. Thus far, I had been spoiled by success in my professional life. The project pitch, however, had been a setback and it made me feel like I needed a victory to feel better about myself.

 Teasing and awing a bunch of horny college kids seemed like the perfect setting. I would be Dr. Cougar, the hottest piece of Prof ass on campus and the center of attention. At least, that was the way I imagined my entrance to the party.

 Knowing that D-Rod was coming to my house before the party, I spent most of the day getting ready. So I went to a spa salon for an extensive wellness program. It was the perfect preparation, because it gave me the chance to relax.

 During the wellness sessions, I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday's events in the alleyway with D-Rod's 'LGZ' homies. Gosh! Just thinking about the way they had treated me as a cheap hoodrat and used me as nothing more than a piece of meat turned me on to no end.

 When I eventually left the spa salon, I was so flustered that I needed some kind of relief. Passing the shopping mall on my way home, it suddenly occurred to me. Getting a new slut upgrade seemed like the perfect idea.

 Just yesterday, I had bought a bunch of jewelries and a new silver waist chain with a rhinestone 'B' charm. On top of that, I had gotten a new, full fringe hairstyle with golden highlights for my long wavy chestnut tresses.

 D-Rod hadn't seen these upgrades yet. However, his 'LGZ' homies had seen the waist chain and hairstyle. I bet they had told my man by now. Anyhow, he wouldn't mind another slut upgrade, would he?

 Picturing the bimbos from the images D-Rod had shown me, I remembered their different styles. The full fringe hairstyle, the red streaks in the long platinum blond hair, the thinned eyebrows sculpted in a wide dramatic arch. I had already gotten the full fringe and the light streaks, only the eyebrows were left.

 Getting my brows done was quite a big step. After all, only porn stars and bimbo sluts sported such fake brows, right? It would totally change the look of my face and be an absolute eye-catcher. That was the goal, though, right? And by the way, my new fringe hairstyle had already changed my appearance.

 It had been decided. With a pounding heart, I walked into a beauty salon. Even though the beautician repeatedly questioned my decision, I remained stout. The idea was simply too naughty to let it go. Leaving the salon, my eyebrows had been plucked into thin lines and sculpted into highbrows with wide arches. It gave my sparkling blue eyes an incredibly provocative look as if I was challenging any guy to grab me and fuck me right on the spot. Not really a look that screamed sophistication. But who cared?

 Thanks to my detour, I barely made it back home in time before D-Rod was supposed to arrive at 7pm. The young Latino hadn't given me any instructions. Nonetheless, I knew exactly what he was expecting of me.

 Just when I knelt down in the middle of my entrance hall bare naked, the doorbell rang. Scrambling to my feet, I walked over to the door with my titties swinging and opened. It was indeed D-Rod who was wearing his typical leisure clothing consisting of blue baggy jeans and a white wife-beater that showed off the big time tattoos covering his upper arms. No elegant pants and dress shirts for my man on weekends.

 Quickly turning around, I walked back to my spot. Once again, I knelt down and hoped for my man to quickly step into the house and close the door. He didn't do me the favor, though. Instead, he took a step over the doorsill and moved aside leaving the door open. It left me in plain view of the street!

 D-Rod didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry. Instead, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and took his time checking out my kneeling body from head to toe. I couldn't help but start squirming.

 The door was open! Goddamnit! Anyone walking by could see me naked! What if my neighbor passed by walking his dog? D-Rod didn't seem to mind the danger. Instead, he laughed at my display of uneasiness.

 "Show me your upgrades, Missy, 'n I might close the door." He ordered before I had a chance to start begging.

 Nervously, I gazed onto the street. Nobody had walked by my house yet. Any hesitation, though, increased the danger of being seen. I had to get started.

 "Have you seen my new jewelry, sir?" I began introducing the rhinestone waist chain that was riding on my hips.

 "You know, the 'B' stands for Brat so I'm marked as Miss Brat everywhere I go!" I added while shaking my hips to make the rhinestone embellished, cursive 'B' swing along with the rhinestone 'Missy' navel ring.

 Contrary to my expectations, D-Rod simply nodded. My oh my! I had really hoped the Latin macho would be pleased with my upgrades.

 "Oh Sir Da-Rod, your office pet also upgraded her hair." I added with a bright smile.

 Trying my best to sell the improvements, I threw my long chestnut-golden tresses over my right shoulder to fully show off my new hair.

 "Don't you think the golden highlights and full fringe make your fuckdoll look more glamorous, sir?" I stressed the impact of my new hairstyle.

 Again, D-Rod only nodded in response, which annoyed me to no end. After all, I had gotten these upgrades to please him, hadn't I? Or had it rather been to cheer myself up?

 Just when I was about to continue, I saw a man on the sidewalk with his dog in tow. He was walking on the other side of the street and hadn't looked over to my house yet. It could happen any second, though.

 In panic, I looked from the open door to D-Rod. Back and forth. Back and forth. The Latino didn't show any signs of reacting. With my panic rising, I noticed that it wasn't my neighbor. I didn't know the man. He must have lived further down the street. However, gossip quickly spread in this upper class neighborhood. The residents were mostly rich, conservative families. I would be labeled a slut as soon as he discovered me.

 "That's all the upgrades you got, petdoll?" D-Rod inquired just when the man stopped to wait for his dog.

 I couldn't continue introducing my upgrades, because I was too panic-stricken. I could only stare at the man on the other side of the street in his golf outfit with a white polo shirt and gray checked trousers. Who in the world walked his dog in a golf outfit? It could only happen in this kind of rich community.

 "And... and," I stammered, trying to recover my voice. "I got my eyebrows thinned and sculpted, sir. I think they make me look real sultry, don't they?

 Gosh! The thinned, dramatically curved highbrows looked so fake they felt like the most vulgar slut-change yet. D-Rod simply had to like them!

 All the while, I couldn't take my eyes off the man. Any moment, I expected him to look across the street and notice me. I rather not wanted to ask that rich, conservative man what he thought about my sculpted brows.

 "Do you agree, Sir Da-Rod?" I finally tried to end this charade by pointing both fake-nailed index fingers at my eyebrows.

 I even added a silly giggle to the comical display to sell my slut upgrade. Just then, the man turned around. My hands started trembling when I saw it. He was looking...

 ... at D-Rod's square-shouldered back when the young Latino stepped in front of the doorframe at the last second.

 "I like the new style, especially in combination with the waist chain. More bling's always better." D-Rod finally showed some appreciation for my efforts before closing the door.

 It made me beam with joy and I wanted to leap around the entrance hall. My man liked my upgrades. My man liked my upgrades. Yay, yay, yay!

 "Fuck! I love the way you pimped-up your face. I love your enthusiasm 'bout it even more." The Latin macho went even further in his praise, making my heart beat faster.

 Stepping close to me, he towered over my kneeling figure. Bending down, he grabbed my left funbag and started kneading it before he suddenly pressed his lips onto mine. He attacked my mouth with passionate kisses that made me moan. Closing my eyes, I bathed in the unexpected rush of passion and opened my mouth. Sticking his tongue through my lips, the young Latino grabbed the back of my head and held my face in place while he started giving me French kisses. I had never experienced D-Rod in such an affected, fervent way, but I had been yearning for it. Dominant but passionate, belittling but protective. That's my man.

 "Fuck! I'd love to stick my dick down your throat and fuck that slutted-up face of yours, petdoll." He gasped when he broke our kiss. "We ain't got time, though. We need to prepare for tonight."

 As quickly as he had become passionate, the young Latino got back to business. A slight pinch of disappointed rushed through me. I wanted more of his passionate side! Yet, this short moment had been more than I had expected. Already, I couldn't wait for it to reemerge.

 "Matt wants you as his birthday gift for the party and I got a plan how to use it to our advantage. It's our chance to checkmate him." D-Rod started explaining.

 "He's got specific ideas about what he wants you to do. So we need to go along with it to put my plan into action." He informed me. "This outfit's part of it."

 Handing me two pieces of clothes, my eyes grew wide. Warily, I inspected the clothes until D-Rod urged me to get going.

 Matt was such a nasty motherfucker!

 While I started dressing, D-Rod told me the details of his plan, which made my eyes grow even wider. The Latino had to make a few arrangements to set his plan into motion so he wouldn't accompany me to the birthday bash. He would meet me there later instead.

 I didn't like the idea of attending the party without my man by my side to protect me. D-Rod, however, assured me that he had arranged clear terms with Matt. In addition, Taylor, his Football buddy and fellow intern, would be there to keep everything on track.

 When he had finished detailing his plan, I was standing in the middle of my entrance hall sporting the outfit Matt had chosen. It was a breastaurant uniform! A fucking breastaurant uniform! Could you believe it?!? He wanted me to act as a serving wench for his party guests!

 I didn't like being dressed as a silly waitress, even less in such a skimpy, over-the-top slutty uniform. I didn't like the thought of serving Matt, either, but it was a necessary evil to complete our plan! It was too late to cop out now.

 The uniform comprised a white, low-cut tank top and bright orange booty shorts, nothing more. The tank top was at least one size too small so it didn't reach below my bellybutton and prominently showed off my 'Missy' navel ring and bow-style tan tattoo in the back. The orange booty shorts were made of thin, shiny polyester and were just as small. Of course, there was neither bra nor panties.

 Along with the outfit, Matt had picked a specific pair of shoes. Usually, the serving girls wore white sneakers. The frat boy, however, had chosen a kinkier version, making me wear a pair of white sneakers with a 4" wedge heel, which strikingly pushed up my butt. All in all, the whole outfit was the slutty version of a breataurant uniform right out of any man's dream.

 Beyond the clothes, Matt had given specific instructions for my appearance. He wanted me to wear my hair in a ponytail. Actually, I thought that idea went well with my new hairstyle because it accentuated my full fringe. The super straight high pony also highlighted my sculpted highbrows, giving my face a slender look. After adding dark rocker chic eye makeup, ruby lipstick, and heavy lipgloss, I was ready. Almost. The uniform was so tight and skimpy that I couldn't carry any personal items.

 "Can I take a small handbag with me, Sir Da-Rod?" I thus asked my man. "You know, for my keys and stuff."

 "Nope you can't, fuckdoll." D-Rod rejected my request. "You gonna give Matt your keys when you arrive. He'll give them back when he sends you home."

 Gulp! The thought of handing over my keys didn't appeal to me at all. It would make me completely surrender to Matt. I wouldn't be able to leave the party without his permission. 

 "But what about my smartphone, sir?" I continued asking. 

 "Oh, good thing you're asking, lil hussy." My man replied. "You're gonna carry it in the hemline of your shorts. It's the perfect place for it anyways."

 Gulp! Gulp! He wanted me to stick my smartphone into the hemline of my tight, orange booty shorts so anybody could see it? That was so skanky! That was so tacky! But my man had made his decision and given me a clear order. Thus, I followed his instruction and stuck my smartphone into the back of my booty shorts. 

 All in all, the outfit was bold and risky. D-Rod's plan, however, was even bolder and riskier. It could work, but it still felt like a long shot. Nonetheless, it was our best chance. I couldn't risk another week at the office with Matt trying to expose us. We had to seize the opportunity.



I guess I have never run so fast from my front door to my sports car as I did in my skimpy uniform. It didn't bear contemplating what would have happened if one of my neighbors had seen me in this outfit. It wouldn't have made a difference to them seeing me kneeling bare naked in my entrance hall. Luckily, this cup passed from me today.

 Entering Matt's address in my GPS, I headed for the college district. On the way, my heart was beating in my throat. Man! I was nervous as hell. After all, I was a 32 year-old business executive about to go to a birthday party full of young frat boys. On top of that, I was dressed in a ridiculously sexist uniform. I would stand out like a sore thumb, due to age and dress.

 I had been the slutty hoodrat for D-Rod and his 'LGZ' homies before but this felt different. Meeting the Latin gang was like entering a completely different world. By contrast, I had gone to the same college so it was a lot closer to home for me. Besides, these frat boys were the future elite. What if one of them became a co-worker? What if one of them became a client?

 Oh my god! I had to make sure to keep my dignity!

 During the drive, I laid down a set of boundaries I wouldn't cross. Parking my sports car in front of a house at the outskirts of campus, I was determined to follow my rules.

 The fraternity was a gray wooden house sporting the Greek letters 'γαμώ' above the front door. As I had gone to the same college, I remembered the fraternity. It was the smallest one on campus with about 20 members, but also the most notorious one because it had been involved in several scandals. During my time at college, I had avoided the 'yamo keggers' like the pest. They had always been rumored to be the best parties on campus, although they had rather been binge and sex orgies that had frequently gotten out of hand.

 To be honest, I had never been into the whole frat boy culture, even as a college girl. I found most frat boys to be cocky, over-privileged, spoiled brats trying to be cool while acting like asses.

 There didn't seem to be a big 'yamo kegger' going on today, as there were no people standing around outside the house. The moment, I stepped onto the front yard, though, the door opened and Matt popped out like Mr. Hospitality himself with his arms spread wide in a welcoming gesture. With the door open, loud music and noisy chatter became audible. There was a party inside after all.

 "Welcome to my world, bitch!" The presumptuous douchebag greeted me noisily while strolling up to me keeping his arms spread invitingly. "Let me see if you followed the instructions I gave D-Rod."

 "That uniform really suits you, slut!" He said after checking it out extensively. "Better suits your skills than those business dresses for sure."

 That final mock made me fume. After the last couple of days, however, I could no longer manage to furiously glare at the arrogant jerk but looked as reproachfully as deflated instead. My reaction caused Matt to snort as if he had expected my changed response. Taking a sip from his beer, he let me simmer on the front lawn in the over-the-top slutty uniform for the world to see.

 Shortly after, I realized why the fucking bastard was taking his time. A group of four young coeds was approaching the frat house. Of course, they saw me in all my slutty glory from afar and immediately started cackling about me.

 Noticing them, I wanted to get moving and make my way into the frat house. However, I hadn't obtained Matt's permission yet. He was the host. He was giving the orders. Gawd! I was such a subslut I automatically did only what I was told to do.

 "Ah, it's time again!" A black-haired girl with pigtails exclaimed. "The 'Yamos' are throwing another birthday bash. Gosh! I hate these pompous blowhards."

 "Yeah! Another one of those 'booze 'n bitches parties'." A blonde coed snarled in response. "I heard they always hire some strippers, right?"

 "Supposedly, that's the reason why no one else gets invited. It's 'Yamos' only. But look at that slut. If it looks like a duck 'n quacks like a duck... you know the rest." A long-haired brunette replied disparagingly.

 "I heard these sluts do more than stripping, though." The pig-tailed girl tossed in.

 "Woah! You think so?" Another blonde coed with French braids exclaimed. "That slut sure looks willing to do more."

 "You know," The brunette said. "One day, these douchebags will run outta luck 'n it'll all blow up."

 "Yeah 'n we'll be here to laugh at them!" The pig-tailed girl elated.

 The four coeds continued chatting about their dislike of the 'Yamos' frat boys while they walked out of my hearing distance. What I had heard, however, was enough to give me the creeps. The rest of the frat boys had to be just as douchey as Matt, which didn't give me much hope for the rest of the evening.

 On top of that, these young college students had seen me as nothing but a cheap stripper. Only 10 years ago, I could have been one of these girls, and probably, I would have thought the same. What a development!

 Above it all, though, the fraternity seemed to regularly host these 'booze 'n bitches parties' with strippers as birthday presents. I didn't remember these specific events from my time at college. It must have been something new. However, it cast the party in a new light. Suddenly, the whole affair wasn't something special anymore. For the rest of the frat boys, I would be just another cheap stripper!

 Looking back at Matt, I noticed that he had listened to the entire conversation. Yet, he didn't seem fazed at all. Instead, he seemed to relish the girls' antipathy. Leering at me, he bathed in my aversion while he continued to leisurely sip his beer.

 "Ready for the fun to begin, fucktoy?" Matt finally addressed me.

 I didn't play along, though. The coeds' scorn had made me remember what I had pledged myself. I wouldn't cross the boundaries I had set. I was still highly insecure about attending the birthday bash without D-Rod's protection, so I wanted to inform Matt about my limits.

 "I'm not some pass-around slut. I'm only here for you, Matt." I said right out.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 11



For a second, the arrogant douchebag stared straight into my eyes before the corners of his mouth pulled up and he spread his arms apologetically.

 "Of course, bunny." He acted all casually. "Why don't you come inside first? We can discuss everything there."

 Stepping aside, he cleared the path to the front door for me. Jumping at the chance, I strutted inside. Matt let me go ahead and directed me from the entrance hall into the kitchen.

 "You like a glass of bubbly, lil tart?" He asked. "We got Prosecco just for you."

 "Um, yeah... sure." I nodded reluctantly.

 I didn't really want to drink too much alcohol, because I didn't want to get tipsy and lose my restraints. Yet, I was so nervous that I downed the glass of bubbly far too quickly.

 "You want another?" Matt wholeheartedly acted the attentive host.

 Before I could reject the offer, he had already refilled my glass. Trying to keep my composure, I sipped on it while starting to elaborate on my boundaries.

 "I'm not gonna fuck your buddies, Matt." I insisted.

 "Oh bunny, I'm sure you're nervous but this is just some fun." Matt reassured me. "It's all 'bout the party. Everybody's here to have some fun."

 Standing in front of me in his slouched posture, the frat boy looked so relaxed, so non-threatening.

 "I'm not fucking you in front of your buddies, either." I reaffirmed my position nonetheless.

 He wouldn't take me for a fool so easily.

 "Hey lil tart, relax! You ain't gotta do anything you don't agree to." He remained all casual while I finished my second glass of bubbly. "But hey, it's a present. You're doing a nice thing here."

 "My bros are my guests today." He mentioned. "Surely, attending them for a bit ain't too much to ask, is it?"

 Well, in a way, Matt was right. He was the birthday boy and my service was his present. He was throwing a party. Serving his guests wasn't too much to ask, was it?

 "You won't tell anybody at work! Okay?" I persisted, knowing what a sneaky bastard he could be.

 "Aw bunny! Me, you, D-Rod, we're all friends, ain't we?" Matt remained conspicuously calm. "Friends don't snitch on friends, right? It's just between us."

 I would have considered Matt anything but a friend. Well, maybe a fuck friend but not a good friend at all. He was a sneaky, conniving son of a bitch, but he was also a very consequent person. Whenever he had started a task at work, he had usually seen it through.

 "Promise me, please! Okay?" I insisted nevertheless although my persistence was only half-heartedly. 

 Maybe, it was the alcohol. Maybe, it was Matt's soothing, sweet-talking demeanor. Anyhow, it was relaxing me.

 "Hey bunny, I understand! I promise not to tell any of your colleagues." He promptly obliged. "What happens at 'Yamos' stays at 'Yamos'."

 It sounded as if he was honest with me but I guess I had also become suggestible from all the bubbly.

 "Hey, you know, this is not just for me." Matt added as a side note. "You're doing this for my bros, too. Most of them have never seen a 'booze 'n bitches party'. You're not a full 'Yamos' alum without experiencing one so you're doing them a favor, bunny."

 A favor for his buddies. I hadn't thought about that yet. I was doing a good deed here and good deeds go unpunished, right?

 "Okay, lil tart. How about... I go into the clubroom 'n you follow me." Matt eventually suggested. "So I can announce you."

 Walking behind Matt, I followed him into the entrance hall. By now, two frat boys were standing in front of the opposite door, holding a small box in their hands each.

 "As I said, what happens at 'Yamos'' stays at 'Yamos'." Matt enlightened me. "No cells or cameras allowed during a 'booze 'n bitches party'."

 "These two here, they're my top bros, Ben 'n Ryan." He introduced his two friends.

 Both frat boys appeared to be sophomores like Matt and looked just as preppy. Ben had black over-gelled hair whereas Ryan had a carefully styled 'just-rolled-out-of-bed' look. By contrast, they both wore sky-blue polo shirts. That's typical frat boys for you.

 "Now, be a good girl 'n hand them your phone, lil tart." Matt instructed me.

 Oh no! D-Rod hadn't envisaged this! It was a huge roadblock for our plan. We couldn't pull it off without a smartphone.

 I should have gotten nervous now, but I remained relaxed. Maybe, the glasses of bubbly were affecting my thinking. Maybe, I completely trusted my man. After all, it wasn't my job to make big plans and anticipate any unpredictability. It was my job to look pretty and distract Matt. I should better get started with it then, right?

 "Hello boys!" I purred after putting on my brightest smile, puckering my lips, and kissing my right hand before blowing a kiss to both frat boys.

 Reaching back, I pulled my smartphone from the hemline of my bright orange booty shorts. Dropping it into Ben's box, I noticed that it was filled with cells. Apparently, even the frat boys had to hand over their mobiles.



As soon as I had given them my smartphone, Matt led me into the room. It was the place where all the noise was coming from and turned out to be the clubroom. For me, it looked straight out of Hogwarts with its wood paneling at the walls. Large displays of the fraternity's Greek letters were hanging above a fireplace and photos of previous pledge classes lined the other walls. Two brown leather sofas stood around a coffee table in front of the fireplace and five luxurious, brown leather chairs encircled a massive, dark wooden table on the other side of the room.

 All seats were taken by frat boys. I could also see Justin and Taylor mingling around. Apparently, there were some special rules for buddies who shared the same slut with a frat boy. All in all, it must have been about 20 young college kids. Wow! I was the oldest person in the house by a mile!

 My introduction, however, completely differed from my expectations. I wasn't wearing a chic dress or elegant combination. I wasn't looking like Dr. Cougar. Quite the opposite. I was dressed as a simple-minded waitress in a ridiculously sexist uniform!

 There was already a good boozing going on when I stepped into the clubroom. Taking in the whole scene, I remained standing in the doorframe. Suddenly, though, Matt's composed manner changed as he rudely shoved me into the room.

 The noise of me stumbling forward interrupted the frat boys' boozing. It was as if Matt had carried an ice cream bomb with burning sparklers. Instantly, the chatter died down and they all became quiet. Silently, they stared at me while I turned red.

 "Hey dudes, look what the cat dragged in!" Matt exclaimed triumphantly. "Guess I got an early birthday present. Sweet!"

 "Y'all know I gotta do this lame-ass internship in this tight-ass consulting firm, right?" He continued. "This here is Miss Jessica Addams from the office. Though, she's rather known as Miss Brat, or Miss Tease, or Miss Ho-Worker there."

 "The bitch's trying to be all legit at the office. She even thinks she's got some sorta career ahead of her. Hehe!" He snorted. "But bros, no one told her that's fucking ridiculous. She's never gonna be more than eye candy. Hehe! Once a stripper slut, always a stripper slut, right?"

 OMG! In a heartbeat, Matt's behavior had switched back to his mocking ways. What a fucking dipshit! I had accepted that I wasn't looking like Dr. Cougar but he didn't even introduce me as a busty waitress, either. Instead, he announced me as some kind of unskilled stripper! 

 To top it all, he suddenly grabbed my chin, roughly squeezed my cheeks, and pulled my face forward, making me bent down.

 "I mean, look at that constructed face, bros." He exclaimed. "Fringe in place, makeup loaded on, 'n brows sculpted all bitchy. It's optimized for sex, ain't it? If that ain't screaming stripper slut, bros!"

 To emphasize his point, he pulled on my chin, holding my face out. Turning it this way and that way, he let all his frat bros inspect my thin, dramatically arched eyebrows and full fringe hairstyle with the ponytail and golden highlights. His fingers squeezing my cheeks hurt but I let him have his way with my body.

 "What you think, bros? What's the perfect name for a bitch with a sexed-up face like that?"

 Holy shit! The presumptuous douche was inviting his frat bros to vote for a name. Of course, the college kids didn't need to be asked twice. I was ten years older than all these young boys were and had a university degree to my name! However, I didn't look like a professor and obviously didn't have to be respected like one, either. I looked like a stupid stripper in a breastaurant uniform and obviously deserved the matching respect. 

 "Cumface!" Ben was the first to start shouting. "Dude, the slut looks like someone drove a fire truck up her butt!"

 "Ahahaha!" All the frat boys laughed.

 "No dude, it's gotta be bitchface!" Ryan disagreed. "You just wanna drill all the yammering outta that bitchy face."

 "Ahahaha! Yeah! Ahahaha!" The fratsters laughed anew while I gulped in horror.

 "Bullshit! Spunkface. That's it!" Justin chimed in. "You just look at that provocative face 'n you wanna blow your wad all over it." 

 "Ahahaha!" The frat boys continued roaring with laughter while I threw a disappointed look at my prim and proper intern.

 Of course, he had to put in his two cents. He was getting more aggressive and reckless by the day. Matt definitely was a bad role model for him. Ben and Ryan, however, didn't strike me as reserved persons, either.

 "Cumface, bitchface, spunkface." Matt repeated the three offensive suggestions. "They're all good."

 "Man, I can't decide." He exclaimed. "But hey, look at the slut's bling bling. I guess she prefers bitchface, bros."

 No! I didn't prefer that name! I didn't like any of the three names! Pointing to the rhinestone 'B' charm dangling off my waist chain, however, Matt made his frat bros hoot in affirmation. And with that, it was decided.

 "Awesome, bros! Now, the bitch got the fitting stripper name." Matt announced. "Missy Bitchface. Ain't that cute? Hehehe!"

 Of course, all the college kids agreed although Justin was the one shouting the loudest. Damnit! I didn't get out of this anymore. Matt nudging me in the side didn't leave me another choice, either.

 "Yay! It's me, Missy Bitchface!" I blared out with a fake smile on my lips and my manicured, French-nailed index fingers pointing at my highbrows.

 I felt so stupid, and I must have looked just as stupid. However, it amused the frat boys to no end because they couldn't stop laughing their asses off. Matt waited until the group had calmed down before he carried on.

 "So cool we cleared that up. Now, there's room for another improvement." He announced while stepping up to the table and grabbing an object.

 In a way, it looked like a chain. On closer inspection, I recognized the item and it made my mouth gape. It was the rhinestone choker from one of D-Rod's bimbo pictures. A piece of glittery jewelry that comprised a broad rhinestone choker and two rhinestone wrist cuffs connected by two chains.

 "Don't gawk, bitch! Put it on." Matt ordered, holding the accessory out for me.

 The tacky jewelry was glittering so brightly it almost blinded me and made me snap back to my firm stand. The glasses of bubbly and the boys' noisy approval had made me suggestible but I wouldn't let them dupe me so easily. I would remain steadfast.

 "This hasn't been our agreement, Matt." I reminded the arrogant host. "I'm here to attend to you and your guests."

 "Oh... of course, bunny." Matt stopped short for a moment before becoming calm and non-threatening again. "You'll get plenty of time to provide your service."

 "However, this is a theme party. It's 'booze 'n bitches'." He explained smoothly. "My bros take care of the booze part 'n you take care of the bitches part. The choker only supports the theme."

 "You don't wanna take over the booze part, do you?" He asked me.

 Seeing all the empty beer bottles on the table and remembering the stock of beer crates in the kitchen, these frat boys could obviously drink like fish. By contrast, I already felt tipsy after two glasses of bubbly. Boozing definitely wasn't my expertise. Being a party bitch on the other hand...

 "Justin 'n Taylor specially bought the collar for this party." Matt added. "You don't wanna disappoint them 'n reject their gift, do you?"

 Justin and Taylor were D-Rod's intern buddies, so of course, I didn't want to disappoint them. I didn't want to be cruel and disrespect their effort. Damnit! The consulting world was a cutthroat business and I had always been known as a tough negotiation partner. Outside of work, however, I had always been emphatic and susceptible to peer pressure. Just as I was now.

 "Fine, I'll wear it." I relented to a round of applause. "But no other objects or clothes!"

 "Oh, we'd never give you more clothes than necessary, lil tart." Matt replied with a chuckle, handing me the choker.

 Putting it on, I tried hard to look Matt in the eye and blank out the audience. Closing the clasp behind my neck, though, I couldn't hold his gaze anymore and had to look to the ground. Donning the choker with the attached chains felt like being leashed by Matt. Jeez! I was taking another step towards being his docile pet.

 "Pull those chains through your cleavage underneath your top, slut bunny." Matt ordered.

 As quickly as I could, I stuffed the chains into my top and threaded them through my cleavage. At the lower hemline, I pulled the chains out and closed the cuffs around my wrists. With four rows of rhinestones, the choker was extremely broad and the wrist cuffs were extremely clunky. What a tacky piece of jewelry! Worse than its gaudiness, though, was the fact that my arms were tied to my head now. I wasn't just leashed, I was also shackled! Great!

 "Look at you, Missy Bitchface!" Matt addressed me. "You definitely got the bitch part down. All I see's a serving hoe, no office worker. Cobbler stick to your lasts. That's what I always say."

 "Today, bros, it's our job to show the bitch those lasts." He prompted his buddies. "You're down for that?"

 My lasts? OMG! He had introduced me as an unskilled stripper who was unable to cope with menial office work. What did he understand by a stripper's abilities then?

 Obviously, his little speech had been convincing as the college kids started hooting their approval. They definitely agreed to get trashed and use the stripper for their amusement. The 'booze 'n bitches party' was about to get into full swing.

 "Teach a stupid bitch some lessons? Epic shit! Count me in..."

"Sweet! This bitch looks totally down to fuck, not like the last few stripper hoes..."

"What a dumb ass bimbo, thinks that outfit's her right size..."

 A mixture of dirty comments and snarky laughter swelled up and swapped over me. Even in their half-drunk condition, the fratsters were already displaying rowdy and reckless behavior. This would only get worse the longer the party lasted.

 Usually, I would have accepted neither the boys' rowdiness nor Matt's humiliations. In my tipsiness, however, I passively stewed in my embarrassment and smiled invitingly. Red-faced, I tried to avoid the frat boys' gazes and looked out of the window.

 Ever since I had put on the uniform, I hadn't found time to inspect how it suited me. Given that it was night outside, however, the dark windows were like mirrors. I could instantly see what was causing the college kids' comments. What I saw surpassed anything I had imagined.

Another emotional shock that only increased my shame! The student was right. The outfit didn't fit me at all.

 The white tank top got stretched so thin across my heavy boobs it looked like the fabric was about to burst any second. With the logo displayed right beneath my juicy juggs, they looked even bigger than my actual 36c bust and the outline of my dark areolas with my puffy nipples in the center were outrageously evident through the stretched fabric.

 "Hey dude! The bitch's only dressed as a waitress or what? She gonna serve some beers or not?" A senior called Aaron, sporting a striped polo shirt and side-parted blond hair called out. "We're all outta booze!"

 "Take care of that, slut bunny." Matt told me in response, giving me a shove to the back to set me in motion.

 His calmness was gone again. The presumptuous host sent me through the entire length of the clubroom to reach the kitchen. In my white, high-heeled wedge sneakers, I could only totter there, which elicited a new round of mocking comments from the college boys.

 Looking at the dark windows, I could see the reason. Everything I had to offer was bouncing and jiggling. Beyond that, the bright orange booty shorts were so small that half my ass hung out.

 Reaching the kitchen, I was burning with shame from the taunts. To calm myself down, I swiftly poured me another glass of bubbly. After emptying it far too quickly, I grabbed a tray and placed beer bottles on it. I couldn't believe that I was about to serve a bunch of drunken frat boys like an unskilled waitress – especially like such a 'hootered up' waitress.

 If you had asked the college kids what they took for my job at the office, I bet they would have gone with secretary or receptionist. I wasn't so sure if I would have taken myself as an executive, either.



When I returned to the clubroom, I noticed that the party had spread out to several rooms. Matt and four of his frat bros had stayed in the clubroom. They had gathered around the wooden table and started playing some kind of drinking game. Making a round, I handed them new beers and carried off the empty bottles. Whenever I gave a frat boy a new drink, he stared at my big, ole funbags or my bubble butt eating my shorts and made a dirty comment to his bros. They barely looked me in the eyes and only seemed interested in my 'assets'.

 I couldn't believe that I was obediently serving these young, pompous college kids drinks so easily. I had fought long and hard to avoid serving my interns coffee or lunch! I still had my pride after all! This was a different situation, though, wasn't it? We weren't at the office. We were at Matt's birthday bash and my service was his birthday present. 

 On my way back to the kitchen, I found another band of about seven guys in the adjacent entertainment room that boasted several sofas, a large plasma screen TV hanging on the wall, and a bunch of game consoles. Taylor had joined them to play some video game.

 Justin had followed the third group into the leisure room that was equipped with a ping-pong table, dartboard, and several old pinball machines. Of course, each group had me serving them fresh beers, too.

 Tottering on my high wedge sneakers, it wasn't so easy to balance the tray on my hand, especially with the glasses of bubbly affecting me. Several times, the beers started wobbling, giving the boys plenty of good laughs.

 When all college kids had full beers, they made me serve chips and other snacks. They constantly called me to their rooms, asking for just about any item I could serve them. Therefore, I had to hustle from one room to the other, until I broke out in a sweat. Fortunately, Matt and Justin offered me a few glasses of bubbly whenever I came by which I gratefully accepted to quench my thirst.

 At least, all the running gave me time to check out the frat boys. Basically, they all acted like preppy, over-privileged brats. No doubt, they were popular by a certain kind of women. My impression, however, remained that they were mostly jocky douchebags.

 With all the beer flowing freely, the mood was getting boozier. The fratsters were slowly losing any kinds of inhibitions. When I reached the large wooden table in the clubroom on my next beer round, Ben, one of Matt's top bros, had a new idea.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 11



"C'mon bitch, join our game." He told me.

 To tell the truth, I didn't feel like playing a drinking game. I didn't feel like joining this pompous jerk, either. Due to his black, over-gelled hair, I had started simply calling him Gel-Boy in my mind. After all, there were about 20 frat boys around the house and they all looked similar. I couldn't keep up with all those names.

 "You're not just a hired help, Hooters, you're a guest." Gel-Boy seemed to grasp what I was thinking. "A guest at a 'booze 'n bitches party' has to take part in a game."

 In my tipsy state, this remark somehow sounded flattering. I was more than a servant girl for him. He considered me a full party guest. Well, I could use a break from all the running around and carrying beers.

 "But I'm not good at card games." I giggled apologetically. "I don't even know this game."

 "It's called 'Bus Driver'." Gel-Boy told me. "It's probably too complex for you, Hooters. So I'm gonna tell you what to do when it's your turn."

 I didn't even notice his slur, trying to focus on the game instead. I hadn't heard of it before, but I noticed that each player had three cards lying in front of him, face down.

 "What about this. We make it a bit easier for you, silly boob." Gel-Boy suggested. "You only play for each bro who needs a fresh beer."

 "The rules are simple." He explained. "First round, you gotta choose red or black. You're wrong we tell you how to hand over the beer. Gettit, Hooters?"

 That sounded weird. Not the game. That sounded easy. But the result. How did they want me to hand over a bottle?

 "Um... red then. It's a girly color. Hihihi!" I replied after not finding a meaning in it.

 "Aaand...!" Gel-Boy shouted when he turned the card. "Dadumm! It's black."

 Damnit! First try, first loss. This wasn't starting well.

 "So..., bitch! Suck on that neck 'n hand it over with your slut hatch. It's not good for talking anyways." Gel-boy told me the consequence of my loss.

 Oh, so that's what he meant. I would have never guessed that!

 Shooting Matt a look, I saw him shrugging. Apparently, he liked Gel-Boy's idea. Looking around at all the other fratsters, I detected that they all expected me to do it. I didn't really have a choice, did I?

 "Wow! That's sooo stupid! Hihihi!" I giggled, my voice starting to sound as tipsy as I felt.

 Carefully, I placed the full tray on the wooden table and bent over it. At least, these preppy jerks allowed this concession. Lowering my face, my lips got close to a beer bottle.

 Oops! I was staggering on my high-heeled wedge sneakers, almost knocking over two other bottles. I had to concentrate to manage to touch the neck of the closest bottle with my luscious lips. Slowly, I engulfed the round neck with my mouth and let my soft lips slide down a few inches. Vigorously pressing my lips around the top of the bottleneck, I started lifting the bottle inch by inch.

 Uh-oh! I almost knocked over another beer when I tilted the bottle. Heee! I really had to be careful! After lifting it a couple more inches, I felt the bottle sliding. I was losing control! It was about to slip away and fall down! Hurriedly, I sat the bottle back onto the tray to regain my grip.

 "Hihihi! It's not that easy, you know, boys." I excused my clumsiness.

 Looking around the table with an apologetic smile, I noticed that half the frat boys watched my bitchface at work while the other half ogled my buns. In my bent-over position, the tiny booty shorts had slipped deep into my ass crack. The orange polyester tightly stretched over the upper half of my round ass curve while the lower half hung out. I guess they didn't mind my klutziness as long as they were treated to such a sexy sight.

 Shaking my head, I tried to cast off the tipsiness. After collecting myself, I pressed my lips around the top of the bottleneck. Feeling my cheeks straining, I lifted it up again. This time, I had a better grip on the bottle but my cheeks started hurting from the tension. I couldn't keep this tight grip for much longer. As fast as I could, I moved my mouth over to Gel-Boy's waiting hand. Any second, I feared getting a cramp and letting the bottle slip out.

 Yay! I had succeeded!

Hey! This had been hard work!

 Still, I breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Gel-Boy had taken the bottle from my mouth and turned around.

 "Not so fast, Hooters!" He stopped me. "Time to bump glasses!"

 Huh? A toast? Why did he want to drink a toast with me?

 Even though I didn't get his intent, I followed his instruction and took a bottle from the tray. It didn't really matter anyhow. Actually, I was quite grateful to get a drink after all that stress. Besides, you only raise a toast with other guests not with a waitress, right? Saying cheers with a bright smile, I clanked glasses with the pompous Gel-Boy.

 "Now, toast to the old boys." He ordered next, pointing to a photo of an alum.

 'What a stupid idea,' I thought when I lifted my arm to raise my bottle. It didn't turn out so stupid, however. Instead, I was the one being dumb, because I totally forgot about the choker's special gimmick. Lifting my arm, I also raised the attached chain, which in turn pushed up my tank top.

 Before I knew what was happening, I felt the white top sliding over my right nipple exposing my teardrop-shaped funbag to the band of fratsters. Gasp! I hadn't expected that! I was baring my boobie!

 The college kids were going nuts when they saw my naked tit and puffy nipple in all its glory. These boys were so silly! Yet, I shuddered from embarrassment. I might have been tipsy, but nonetheless, a sense of shame overwhelmed me that manifested itself as goosebumps covering my whole body.

 Even though I had experienced a lot of sexual exposure over the course of the last few weeks, it had always been my interns or a few hardened gangbangers who had seen me naked. Getting exposed to a bunch of young boys who represented the up-and-coming elite felt completely different!

 To add insult to injury, Matt high-fived Gel-Boy to congratulate him on outsmarting the stupid serving hoe. Reaching over to me, the arrogant host pulled the white tank top back down over my heavy boobie while shaking his head as if he wanted to say: 'Boy oh boy, gotta take care of everything, can't have this airhead booby ditz do anything on her own.' Unfortunately, I almost had to agree with him. Thus, I took a couple of sips from one of the beer bottles to drown the shame.

 The next two frat boys I had to serve were young freshmen with spikey hair styles called Austin and Brandon. One was blond and the other brown-haired, which was the only characteristic I could use to tell them apart, so I decided to call them Spike-Boy and Blond-Boy. They were already so drunk that they could barely sit straight anymore. Luckily, I guessed the color of both cards right, so I could simply hand them their beers with my hand.

 Obviously, though, Gel-Boy's idea of exposing my titties had appealed to them because they told me to toast to some photos, too. Despite my buzz, I wouldn't fall for the same trick twice. I am not that stupid! Therefore, I was careful not to lift my arm too high.

 The next frat boy waving me over was the senior Aaron who had started my waitress job. With his striped polo shirt and side-parted blond hair, he looked so snobbish that I instantly had to call him Snob-Boy in my mind. As he was more experienced than the freshmen were, he wasn't as hammered.

 By now, all players had shown their first card and the game had reached the second phase. This time, I had to guess if the card was higher or lower than the first one. Snob-Boy had a 9. Not a perfect card but not too much in the middle, either. Of course, I went with higher, and of course, I was wrong.

 "This is awesome!" He celebrated.

 "What up, bitch? Running outta luck?" He mocked me with delight when he saw that I wasn't celebrating his victory as much. "Hey, I bet a slut like you was getting bored anyways. Now, Hooters, use those hooters to give me that beer."

 What a prick! I wanted to shoot a furious look at this bloated jerk. But... Oops! I swayed and had to latch onto the table to keep steady. The surprise turned my glance into an encouraging wink. Um, I guess I had just sent a different message than intended. Didn't matter, though. The main point was serving beer, right?

 Thus, I placed the tray on the table and bent over it. I know, I know, it sounds absurd, but deep inside I still wanted to keep my decency. I didn't want to expose my boobies to these college kids. Therefore, I desperately tried to find a way to lift the bottle without pulling the tank top over my tits. With my big, ole funbags still covered, I cupped them from both sides and pressed them together before pushing them towards the first bottle on the tray.

 The white fabric was stretched so taut, however, that it didn't allow a dent in between my titties. So I ended up pushing the bottle around the tray with my rack, which made the boys holler in delight.

 Tihi! The way I tried to enclose the bottle with my big boobs must have looked so ridiculous, especially as the bottle was escaping me by sliding away. However, I was entertaining the boys. I was more than a serving wench. I was an entertainer, or rather an entershamer...

 Anyways, this wasn't working. I had to find another way. Relenting a bit, I lifted my arms until the choker-chains had pushed the top up to reveal the lower curve of my funbags.

 "Woo-hoo! Underboobs!" The frat boys hooted. "Underboobs! Underboobs!"

 Indeed, the students got a perfect view of the bottom of my tits. At least, though, they didn't see my full rack.

 With the white tank pulled up like that, there was a wide gap underneath the top and I made full use of it. Cupping my soft boobies with both hands, I imposed the tank top over the bottle and pushed the neck through my cleavage. Adding pressure from the sides, I firmly squeezed my tits and lifted the bottle. It was working! Keeping my bent position with my hands at the sides of my juicy juggs, I turned over to Snob-Boy.

 Tihi! This must have looked so comical.

 Nonetheless, the blond senior seemed disappointed that he hadn't managed to make me flash my tits. Grabbing the bottle, he roughly pulled it out, trying to push my tank higher up. I was prepared, however, and tightly clutched the white top so he still didn't manage to expose my boobies.

 "Lookit, bitch! Your ponytail's come loose!" Snob-Boy reacted with anger in his voice.

 Reflexively, I reached up to check out my ponytail.

 Uh-oh! Not so fast! This was a trick and I had almost fallen for it.

 Reaching back to my ponytail, I had to lift my arms. The chain reaction would have caused the chains to push up my top! So I stopped just short of exposing my titties.

 Hey, well spotted, girl! Flashing a smile, I was somewhat proud of myself. I hadn't let this sleazy jerk dupe me.

 In the meantime, the drinking game had reached the third phase and I had to choose if the third card would be within or outside the first two cards. By now, the booze had a clear effect on all the students because the group mood was getting ever raunchier and boozier.

 The frat boy waving me over to serve him a fresh beer had a jack and a queen so this was easy. But everything seemed quite easy right now. I guess the alcohol was not only affecting the boys.

 Choosing outside, I won. Yay! So I simply handed him the beer. As he was already quite shitfaced, he was the third to try the 'toasting-trick'. Not with me, though. Not with Missy Bitchface.

 Now that I had served all fratsters a new beer, I was ready for a break. To relax a bit, I grasped the leftover beer and took a sip. It tasted better and better and I felt more and more mellow.

 The game, however, wasn't over yet. After the third round, the loser had to be decided. Gel-Boy dealt out a pyramid of cards with one on top, two in the middle, and three at the bottom. Each player discarded those cards from his stack that equaled the ones on the pyramid. The player keeping the most cards was the loser. That turned out to be Matt. Unfortunately, he was the one frat boy I hadn't served a beer yet.

 "Oh fuck, I've lost! But hey, I'm the birthday boy!" The arrogant host exclaimed. "You gotta sub in for me, CT."

 I had played for every other frat boy at the table so I didn't even think about arguing. Even though I had no clue what was awaiting me, it didn't matter. We were here to have some fun, right? Holding the stack of cards, Gel-Boy dealt out five cards, face up, for Matt.

 "You gotta drive the bus now, CT." He explained. "Each card's a stop, 'n for each one, you gotta say higher or lower. Gettit?"

 The rules of the game weren't hard to get. What I didn't get, though, was why he was calling me 'CT'. Had he meant cutie? So class!

 With a slap to my ass, Matt started the game. The first three cards were 8, king, and ace. So this was easy. Choosing higher, lower, and lower, I guessed right with all three. So clever! The fourth card, however, was a jack. This was hard. Choosing higher, I crossed my fingers.

 "Nine it is!" Gel-boy exclaimed after dealing out the card.

 Oh no! Too bad! I had lost. But what did it mean?

 "Aw! That's a pity, CT. Now, you gotta down as many shots as stops you made before starting all over. Right bros?" Matt explained to the cheers of his buddies.

 Um, what, please?!? I didn't know if I had heard him correctly or if my buzz had blurred my hearing. I had to down four shots?!? So sick! Thus far, they had all sipped beer! Yet, I saw a shot glass in front of each frat boy. I hadn't even noticed it before. Tihi!

 "Yeah, we're not playing the pussy version here, CT." Matt told me while filling a shot glass with tequila.

 Hey, what's it with the 'CT' thingie? This time, it hadn't sounded like cutie at all.

 "I'm just a girl. Hihihi! I can't hold so much liquor!" I blurted out apologetically.

 I had never drowned so many shots at once. I would totally lose my shit. What else could I offer, though?

 "Can I choose an alternative?" I asked bashfully.

 Maybe, these boys would be so nice to give me a second option. At least, you gotta try, right?

 "What you wanna do instead then?" Matt inquired.

 "I don't know. Hihihi!" I giggled. "What can I do?"

 Whew, I didn't know the game, so I didn't have a clue what kind of options I had.

 "Hm, you could drop four pieces of clothing, CT." Matt suggested.

 Grrr! Of course, he had to propose that. What a surprise.

 "Nice try, Matt, but..." My voice trailed off.

 Yeah, but what?!? I was so tipsy I almost forgot my objection while saying the sentence.

 "... but I already told you I won't strip in front of your bros." I eventually remembered. 

 "Besides, what's it with the CT thingie?" I finally had to ask, sounding annoyed.

 "Hehehe! You haven't noticed?" He chuckled before pointing to my orange booty shorts. "It's the perfect name for you! My bros love the sight of your CT!"

 Gasp! Looking into the dark windows, I checked out my orange booty shorts. They were so small and so tight they dug deep into my pussy. Without a thong underneath, there was a glaring wedge visible, like in-your-face visible! Oops! I was showing off my camel toe to all the boys!

 A wave of embarrassment surged through me, somewhat clearing my head. I had been so adamant about not showing my charms to these frat boys. Yet, I had shown my camel toe all the time. I shouldn't feel so exposed, however, should I? After all, the college kids had already seen a boobie, right? Still, I felt so humiliated.

 "Though, camelhoe's a better name for you, slut bunny. We don't want people confusing names, right? You're the serving hoe not the party cutie." Matt went one better.

 Camelhoe?!? So not cool! However, I was too ashamed to feel riled by the presumptuous douche's taunt. Flaunting my camel toe while being totally ignorant about it? So silly! My insistence on not showing my charms? So ridiculous! I could only giggle stupidly at the new nickname while flushing bright red in shame.

 "Still, no idea, huh, silly boob?" Matt didn't let up. "What about this? I get as many tries as stops you make. Let's see if I can bring out that camel toe. You're already flaunting your CT anyways."

 "Ain't making a difference if it shows more or less, right?" He added casually. "Better than stripping of your clothes, ain't it?"

 Um, come again? I had barely listened to Matt. Hey, I was still struggling with the realization that I had been the frat boys' camelhoe all this time. So cut me some slack, okay? If I got more buzzed, more such thingies would slip my attention, wouldn't they? So best I simply nodded to agree to the arrogant host's suggestion, right?

 "OK, Matt. But only four tries." I gave in.

 "Four tries till you drive the bus again." He corrected me.

 "Ooowww!" I yelled out before I could object.

 Matt had started the four tries before giving me a chance to prepare. Anyhow, I wouldn't have been able to prepare for what he was doing anyways. Grabbing the hem of my bright orange booty shorts at the front, he had pulled on it.

 "Wedgie! Wooh!" The band of frat boys hollered.

 Uh-oh! Matt had pulled on my polyester shorts so roughly that the fabric had bitten into my sensitive pussy! He was giving me a wedgie like I was a nerdy schoolgirl! Totally mean! Bringing out my camel toe? That was it? I had expected something completely different!

 "Argh!"

"Wedgie!"

 "Ooowww!"

"Wedgie!"

 "Aaarrrggghhh!"

"Wedgie!"

 Fuck! This hurt!

 My arms were flapping, the chains were rucking up my top, and my underboobs were showing. All the while, Matt pulled the bright orange booty shorts as high as possible. The thin polyester dug into my pussy. Deep, deeper, deepestest. The orange fabric got firmly pressed into my ass crack as well and pinched the soft skin there. So ouchie!

 Matt had managed to drive up the booty shorts really high. They basically ate my ass and my buns hung out almost completely. My pussy lips had filled with blood, which made them puff up and stand out even more profoundly than before. My camel toe looked like it was about to burst my shorts any moment.

 "That game ain't finished yet, slut bunny!" Matt reminded me that I had to continue playing.

 I didn't like it, but I didn't object. You know why? I didn't want to show the boys that I had forgotten about the rules of the game. I am no idiot, just tipsy, right? Whether I liked it or not, I had to finish all five cards in one string before the game was over.

 Let's go! Once again, I chose higher, lower, and lower and guessed right with all three. This time, though, I chose lower for the jack.

 "Aaand a... king!" Matt roared when Gel-Boy dealt out the card.

 Oh no, not again! I could plead with Matt. I could offer something else. But what?

 The painful wedgies had cleared my head, but I still was too woozy to come up with any kind of idea. All I knew was that I couldn't take another four wedgies. As soon as the card was shown, however, the motherfucker had his hands on my booty shorts.

 "Ooowww-aaahhh!"

"Wed-gie!"

 This time, my scream drowned out the frat boys' hoots when the orange polyester dug into my poor pussy. The pressure brought me to my tiptoes, making me stagger on my high wedge sneakers. It didn't help at all, though. I couldn't escape the dreaded wedgies. Remember me riding the flip chart in the office? It was like that! But why wasn't I better attuned to it then? It hurt just as bad. Really ouchie!

 "Ooowww-aaahhh!"

"Wed-gie!"

 I yelled so loud that I raised my arms to cover my mouth and didn't notice what was happening before it was too late. Lifting my arms, the chains pushed my white tank top so far up that both my titties slipped out.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 12



--- Week 3 -- Saturday ---

Jessica Addams, senior consultant, head of change management department. That was what my business card said. Watching me right now, though, that couldn't be further from the way I looked. Missy Bitchface, stripper coug, simple-minded waitress. That was what my outfit said. Somehow, it sounded a lot more suitable.

It was Saturday night and I was standing in the kitchen of the 'Yamos' fraternity. My intern Matt was throwing a birthday bash or rather a 'booze 'n bitches party' as the frat boys liked to call it. I was here as Matt's birthday gift having to serve the fratsters like a waitress. Therefore, my intern had dressed me up in a breastaurant uniform comprising a too-small white tank top, bright orange polyester booty shorts, and white, high-heeled wedge sneakers. As if the uniform wasn't sexist enough, the white tank top was also drenched with piss because Matt had peed all over it moments ago.

Walking into the kitchen, I bumped into Justin. Matt had given me a quick break to freshen up so it was obviously his turn to fetch some new beverages. When I bumped into the slimeball, I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. However, I hesitated.

I didn't want to do it. Just the sheer thought was too embarrassing. After all, I had my pride. Nonetheless, I didn't want to defy Matt. It was too unseemly. After all, I was Matt's serving hoe today.

"Hiii Justin!" I greeted my rude intern after I had managed to gulp down my aversion. "How do you like my uniform? I got a new one from Matt."

OMG! What a sorry excuse! I had tried to say what I was supposed to say, but I hadn't been able do it. I was too nervous. 

"You should wear it to work next week, dollie. Suits you better than those lady's suits." Justin responded with a chuckle.

His remark made my cheeks flush red even though I was already deeply embarrassed,. This was such a nasty suggestion. It totally misjudged my position as business executive.

"You know, this is Matt's special uniform." I tried to follow the birthday boy's instruction.

However, I was still humming and hawing, because I couldn't bring myself to say the dreaded words aloud.

"Why don't you open a new bottle of bubbly for me, Justin, and I fill the tray for you." I tried a new approach.

"You're a lil party slut, ain't you, Hooters?" My rude intern replied. "Hadn't expected you to be so chill, Miss Prim 'n Proper."

"The dudes graduated from beer to shots, though." He told me. "Time for some jagger bombs."

At least, he opened the champagne bottle while I gathered shot glasses and a Jägermeister bottle. When I was finished, Justin handed me a glass filled with bubbly and I quickly downed it. I didn't even think about taking a nip. My heart was still beating in my throat and I needed something to calm my nerves.

Whew! There it was. The mellow feeling of tipsiness returned. Everything became so woozy again. 

"You know, Justin, this uniform's so special 'cause Matt marked it." I was finally able to gush out the words. 

"He peed all over my tanky. Hihihi!" I giggled, pointing to the dark stain on my top with my fake-nailed index fingers.

"So Matt finally marked his territory!" Justin remarked. "You're his bitch now, huh?"

"Um, for the party... I guess." I responded feeling duped.

I hadn't thought about the consequences yet. After all, D-Rod was my man, not Matt, and I didn't want it to change. I had to point that out to the birthday boy. 

"Let's drink to that, piss bitch!" Justin suddenly exclaimed.

He poured a shot of Jägermeister and handed me the drink. I wasn't so sure if I wanted to drink to being Matt's piss bitch. I mean, that name sounded demeaning as hell, right? Before I knew better, though, the bitter liquid burned down my throat. 

Whew! It had an immediate effect. Everything became lotsa mellower, and woozier, and really buzzy. Come on everybody, let's crank it up! Tihi!

Taking the full tray, I followed Justy and tottered into the leisure room. Stepping into the room, I noticed that neither Matty nor Tay were present. I guess they had stayed in the entertainment room. The fratties didn't really take notice of me at first. After all, it was just the serving wench coming by to serve new beverages, right?

The leisure room looked literally like any boys' dream. A ping-pong table was placed in the middle, like taking center stage of the room. Stuff like two pinball machines lined the front side and a dartboard hung on the end side. On each sidewall stood a gray sofa that looked like it was super old and super worn-out. The bunch of dudes was gathered around the ping-pong table. Of course, they were playing beer pong with ten red plastic cups on each side.

"Jagger bombs! Who's up for jagger bombs from a slut bomb?" Justy called out when we reached the table.

That totally got the boys' attention. Stopping their game, the fratties mustered me. Feeling their eyes on my white tanky, I knew what I had to do even if it was so degrading, like mega degrading.

"Hey boys, see my tanky, like totally wet?" I purred. "It's 'cause Matty peed all over it. Hihihi! He marked me as his birthday pissy bitch."

Phew! This was so easy now. Why had it been so difficult before?

"Ahahaha! Pissy bitch! Ahahaha! What a dumb slut!" The fratties' roaring laughter rang in my ears.

I didn't really listen to their shouts, though, handing out a jagger shot for each dude instead. 

"Bros! Betcha Hooters can't wait to get our piss, too!" A fratster called Cody exclaimed. "We take a jagger bomb 'n Missy Bitchface takes a pissy bomb! Hehehe!"

"Ahahaha! Pissy bomb! Ahahaha! Pissy bomb!" The frat boys laughter totally swelled some notches so I couldn't miss hearing it.

"Ummm... nooo! Ewww!" I totally scrunched my nose in response. "That's, like, grody to the max! You know, it's only for the birthday boy, fer shur!"

"Hehehe! Wait 'til it's my birthday, Hooters! Hehehe!" That fratster Cody snorted.

"Hey bitch, I heard you joined the drinking game over in the clubroom?" Justy changed the subject while the bunch of fratties continued laughing their asses off.

"Yeah! We had, like, an awesome time." I babbled in response, happy to talk about some other stuff. "You know, boys, I can do way more than serving drinks."

Of course, that statement earned me another jagger shot, which I knocked back without hesitation. Wooh! Totally feeling wired.

"Dudes, time to get our balls wet!" Justy exclaimed when all the boys had downed their shot. "Let's see Hooters in action."

For sure, they were down for that. Grasping the chains above my titties, my rude intern pulled me over to the ping-pong table. Woah, say rough! I mean, this wasn't his party and he wasn't even a member of the fraternity. Still, he was totally taking the lead and the fratties let him do so.

"The game's pretty easy, dollie." Justy explained. "You get three throws to hit a cup. You score, the other team has to empty the cup. The first team to hit all cups wins. Gettit?"

"Dude, Hooters doesn't strike me as an athlete." A frat boy called Zach tossed in. "She looks more like an asslete. Hehehe!"

"Um, boys! I'm not really good at throwing, you know. Hihihi!" Despite overhearing his slur, I still had to agree with the fratster. "This looks, like, super hard 'n I'm, like, totally unpracticed. You need to gimme a chance, you know."

Gawd! Did I sound like a little girl that couldn't keep up with the big boys or what? As if! I mean, I was the mature woman here, right? Anyhow, that fratster was right. I had never been a great athlete, not even at high school.

"Maybe, we need to change the rules then." Justy was quick to pick up my excuse. "You think you're better as the team assistant, dollie?"

"For sure, Justy. I can assist you in the game." I swiftly agreed.

Phew! That was way close! I was so glad I had gotten out of pitching, 'cause clumsy. I totally would have made an ass of myself. I mean, my uniform was a joke of an outfit already. I didn't have to become a joke figure, too.

"Great, dollie! So you wanna be Miss Asslete the team assistant." Justy gave his thumps up. "We're not changing the rules for everyone, though, you know? We're awfully nice for letting you assist. Ain't we, dudes?"

"We should get something for it." He suggested. "That's only fair, don't you agree, Hooters?"

I dunno. Wasn't there something like a bro code or stuff? It was kinda strict, wasn't it? So I guess it was fair. Whatever! Anything was way better than playing this stupid game so I nodded my head in approval.

"Yeah! The bitch's ready, dudes! We only need one cup then." Justy concluded.

While the other fratties cleared the plastic cups away, my rude intern used the chains to lead me to the small side of the ping-pong table. Taking the leftover cup, he picked it up...

... and my mouth gaped wide open.

Oh! Em! Gee! He had stuffed the cup right between my big, ole funbaggies. He had placed the cup in my cleavage! The way my tankie squeezed my boobies really tight, it was perfectly held in place in between my titty meat.

No! Seriously, no way! Totally too demeaning!

"But Justy... what are you doing?" I blurted out when I found my voice back.

"Helping you assist the teams, dollie." The slimeball said all casually. "That's what you wanted, right? That's what you agreed to do, remember, Hooters?"

"But... but..." I could only stammer in response.

But what? He was right. I had totally agreed to be the team assistant and help them with the game. However, I had expected something totally different! Something not so super degrading!

"Be glad we're letting you assist, bitch." My rude intern growled. "You don't wanna cop out now, do you, dollie? You don't wanna let the party guests down, right?"

Oh dear! I had promised to tend to Matt's guests so it was important to please them, right? Besides, I had told them I wasn't a party pooper. That still held true.

"Oh... okie doke then." I finally gave in. "But only for one game. Okay?"

"Of course! Don't worry, dollie." Justy reassured me. "We don't wanna exploit you. We just do what you agreed to."

Yikes! I really shouldn't agree to their suggestions so quickly, should I? Whatever! I shouldn't really make hasty judgments,either. The game hadn't even started yet. Maybe, it would be fun after all.

When I didn't protest any longer, Justy opened the rhinestone cuffs and pulled them off my wrists. Yanking the chains downwards, he made me slightly bent forward. Threading a chain through each leg of the ping-pong table, he made me spread my arms and reattached the cuffs to my wrists.

Uh-huh! He had tied me to the table in a bent over position that offered a bitching angle to hit the cup. Also, it totally prevented me from escaping the throws.

Oh Lordy! This was totally gonna happen, wasn't it? I was about to be something like the cupbearer in a beer pong battle. I was about to be the target for a throwing game. I was about to get reduced to a simple object. So nasty! So my fault!

It was making me feel so light-headed. However, I really couldn't tell if it was the humiliation or the alcohol. Anyhow, electric jolts surged though my pussy like I was a livewire or stuff. 

Here I was standing at a ping-pong table dressed in a super slutty uniform with a plastic cup between my boobies, totally acting as a dartboard. Grrr! So degrading! Besides, every team comprised three members and each one got three throws. This would be super many throws in total. This would be a super long game of humiliation.

"Usually, the other team empties the cup." Justy said. "As Miss Asslete, though, it's your job, dollie."

Ugh! I couldn't drink so much alcohol. I would so lose control.

"Please Justy, I can't, like, drink so much booze. I'm just, you know, a girl."" I protested half-heartedly.

"Can I, like you know, do some other stuff? Please Justy? Pretty please?" I sulked puckering my lips for full effect.

"What you say, dudes? You think Miss Asslete deserves a special drink?" My rude intern asked his fellow players.

The frat boys' reactions were kinda mixed at first, but in the end, they all agreed. Phew! Justy responded by lifting his hand really quick and pushing two fingers through my lips. Uuuh! Not that kind of drink! He wouldn't... He couldn't...

"Your choice, Hooters!" Justy said with a shrug when he saw me tearing at the chains.

I really felt like revolting but didn't say a word. He was right. I had agreed to it. Again, I had agreed to a suggestion way too quickly. Duh!

With his fingers attacking my uvula, the slimeball had me gagging and gasping in seconds. Gawd! I was grimacing so much and gagging so hard. Even though I squinted my eyes, tears started flowing. My dark mascara was totally running down my cheeks while I helplessly brandished my arms and rattled on the table legs with the chains. Strands of slobber began pouring from my lips really soon. All the while, my mouth filled with drool. The slobber ran down my chin super slowly and trickled into the red plastic cup in long, really slimy threads. So grody!

Justy drove his fingers down my throat really far, making me choke like pitifully, and the whole pool of bubbly throat slime erupted from my mouth, totally landing on the inner curve of my right titty. From there, it ran into the cup way slow. Super grody!

After probing the depth of my throat, like extensively, my rude intern began fingerfucking my poor gullet until drool was literally squirting and splattering out of my mouth. When he finally pulled his fingers from my throat, they were totally drenched in thick throat slime that he wiped off on the edge of the plastic cup. The top of my funbaggies was really splattered with spit and the cup was filled with slobber, like with lots of slobber. Actually, two-thirds of the cup were full. Totally enough for the first round.

By now, three fratties were standing ready on the other side of the ping-pong table for sure. The first one was called Josh. He was a freshman wearing a plaid button-down shirt who could barely manage to stand upright 'cause booze. 

His first throw totally looked that way 'cause it was way too short. It didn't even reach me, bouncing onto the ping-pong table in front of me. The second toss wasn't much better 'cause it sailed past me on the right. The third throw finally came closer 'though it hit the top of my left booby. The impact didn't really hurt but made me jerk.

OMG! A college kid had just thrown a ping-pong ball against my titty!

At least, Plaid-Boy hadn't hit the cup so I didn't have to drink my own yukky slobber. Phew! I wasn't so sure, though, if I would be that lucky again 'cause the next fratster looked a lot less drunk.

It was Zach. The frattie who had coined that totally degrading term 'Miss Asslete'. From first sight, I disliked the dude lots. I mean, look at his pink polo shirt and sperry topsiders. Say preppy! His first throw hit my collarbone. Again, my body had been hit with a ping-pong ball! Ugh!

His second toss was like a beauty of a hook shot and landed right in the plastic cup. Grrr! The time had come. Shooting Justy a look, my face was so red and my eyes were so huge. He would totally rescue me from the ordeal, right? Nope! He didn't.

The slimeball simply gave a shrug, telling me that I had no choice, like none at all. He didn't even open the rhinestone cuffs to let me take the cup myself. Nope! He stepped up to me instead and pulled it out of my cleavage. Holding the cup in front of my face, he let me look at the super slobbery mass inside.

"Eeewww!" I squealed in disgust when he tilted the cup left and right.

Seeing the yukky mass of drool, I couldn't help but blink. With my eyes closed, I pushed out my tongue really slowly and waited for the super gross spit to dribble onto it. However, it wasn't coming!

Grrr! Reopening my eyes, I saw the slobber inching down the side of the cup. The white, bubbly mass was way thick so it was barely runny. Really slowly, it literally crept towards my mouth like molasses. Yikes! 

The wait was totally killing me. Finally, the first thread of drool touched my tongue, and instantly made me shudder so badly. When my mouth filled up with that gross slime, I so couldn't stop shaking in revulsion. Super yikes!

As soon as all the drool had pooled in my mouth, I gulped it down in one go. I so couldn't bear taking several swallows. When the spit ran down my throat, my body convulsed super heavily. Barf!

However, the cup was empty. I had totally succeeded. Yay! But what about the refill? Duh! I hadn't thought about that at all. It wasn't really a question, though. Pink-boy had hit the cup so it was his honor to do the facefucking. I was tied to the table legs, so I couldn't escape anyways. Watching the entitled douche walk up to me, my repulsion was totally written over my face. That didn't stop him at all, though. Instead, it seemed like spurring him on.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh! Huuurrrggghhhh!" 

Really soon, I gagged in rhythm with his fingers drilling my throat. He was super harsh, making me spit gob after gob of slobber into the cup until he deemed it full enough for the next toss. Walking back to the other side of the ping-pong table, that boy took the ball.

BUMP

"Eeeggghhh!"

Oh! My! Fucking! Gawd! The ball had hit me right in the face! It had struck my right cheek! Seriously?!? 

I was jerking around way hard and rattling with the chains way heavily but it so didn't help ease my disgust. The impact didn't really hurt but who cares? Say nasty! Demeaning to the max! What an emotional sting!

This was way worse than drinking my own slobber! It was literally like a slap to the face, like the more humiliating version of a bitchslap! It totally brought home my reduction to an object and made my position as a beer pong target really obvious! However, it was pure golden comedy for the fratties. The way they laughed their asses off was totally contrasting with my emotional agitation.

I had barely recovered when the next frat boy picked up the ping-pong ball. It was Cody, the fratster who had suggested the pissy bombs. He was wearing a burgundy t-shirt with a golden 'Yamos' lettering on it. Jeez! Look at that deep tan. He looked just as preppy and unlikable as his predecessor. Way more importantly, though, he was the last of his team. He had a bitching buzz going on but still looked pretty much in control. 

"Bros, spray tan versus fake tan. It's the orange duel. Hehehe!" A member of Justy's team joked.

He was obviously trying to put the tanned fratster off his stride really hard. The rest of Justy's team absolutely hooted with laughter. Even the tanned prick's teammates couldn't suppress a chuckle.

But hello! This was as much a crack about that tanned boy as it was about me. I was the one with the fake orange spray tan after all. Whatever! It created the tantoos and made me look so much like a glamour doll, didn't it? Man, those fratties got no taste, like non at all! 

"Dude, it's not tan versus tan but cup versus face. I can't decide which one I wanna hit. Hehehe!" The tanned prick snorted, not letting the boys influence him.

Woah! Say what? I wanted to lament like really loud but kept quiet instead. I mean, that jerk looked like the type of guy who totally enjoyed seeing me wail and yammer. 

"What's her name again?" He asked playfully. "Ah, right. Bitch... face."

BUMP

The moment that boy said the last syllable, he tossed the ball and totally did as dreaded. He threw the ball right into my face and hit my forehead. Really seriously?!? I was so tripping from one foot to the other. I was so in search of relief for my degradation. GFY, motherfucker!

"Eeewww!" I whined anew when he hit the second toss.

Again, right into my face! This time, my left cheek had been his target. What an über-douche! I wanted to run around the table and slap that super nasty behavior right out of that dude. Instead, I was trapped in my position, condemned to wait for his next throw really helplessly. No way, he would do it a third time, right?




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 12



He didn't.

With precision, the tanned prick downed his final throw in the red plastic cup. Groan! I had to drink another load of slobber. This time, I didn't shoot Justy a look 'cause simply shrugging.

I barely had time to do anything anyways 'cause Über-douche was next to me in seconds. Grabbing the cup, he held it over my open mouth. I tried to look anywhere but into the cup.

SLAP

The tanned prick didn't have any of that, giving me a harsh bitchslap. Owie! That blow really hurt so I focused on watching the yukky drool to avoid another face slap. Once again, it took way long for the thick spit to inch down the side of the cup. I so couldn't take the wait, so I started licking the sticky, frothy drool right out of the cup when it reached the rim.

Even though my whole body shuddered in disgust, I totally pulled through and finished my 'drink' in record time. It was way gross so I couldn't prevent retching dryly all the time. I felt so queasy I was ready to puke any second. 

Still, I kept everything down. No way, I would barf. I was way too proud to fail. Of course, finishing my drink only meant that Über-douche got his chance to make me cough up throat slime which he totally relished for sure.

"Hey bros, good thing I didn't wash my hands after the last piss. Hehehe!" He joked when he pushed three of his fingers down my throat.

"Eeehhh! Hurgh! Hurgh! Eeewww!" I wailed in revulsion when the rancid taste affirmed his remark.

By now, I could even confirm that the super nasty taste was piss 'cause Matty's birthday pissy bitch. Anyhow, it didn't really make it any better. Total creep out! 

Über-douche, though, didn't care about my nausea. Instead, he tried to make me puke all over his hand 'cause he kept his fingers down my gullet until my body started writhing around like uncontrollably. Ugh! That boy brought me close to feinting.

Without giving me something like a break to spit out the slobber, the drool sprayed from my mouth every time my body convulsed violently. It basically sprayed everywhere! Thick slobber splashed all over my funbaggies, drenching my cleavage but so not hitting the cup. Über-douche literally made me work up tons of spit to finally fill half the cup.

"Dude, the way you're using the bitch's three slut skills at once is totally awesome. She only got five anyways. Three outta five! Sweet!" I suddenly heard Matty exclaiming.

Uh-ho! The birthday boy must have just walked into the leisure room. Of course, he had to start deriding me instantly. Grrr! Seeing me dressed as a simple-minded waitress made him really harp on about my skills, right? I shuddered so hard when I thought about the five skills. I guess he was talking about my three holes and two boobies, wasn't he? That was all I was for him. A walking set of holes and tits.

With the cup refilled, Justy's team had its turn. Über-douche's team was leading 2-0 so they had to score. Ryan, that fratster who had taken my smartphone, was the first in line. His first throw was way too short, though, and didn't hit me at all. I guess, with his carefully styled 'just-rolled-out-of-bed' look, he was more of a hipster than an athlete. The second toss, however, hit the cup's rim and sprung away for sure.

"Uiiih!" I yelped when the third throw hit me right on the nipple.

My nip was super hard! The impact sent a super pleasant shiver all the way down my body until it reached my pussy and made it throb. Closing my eyes, I totally groaned out my excitement. Fuck! I was getting pleasure out of this demeaning situation.

"Hey, the slut likes it!" Style-boy exclaimed. "We should get a point for that!"

Nope! I didn't like this. Nope! The boys shouldn't get extra points. Unlike me, though, Justy's team really liked the idea. At least, Über-douche's team was on my side and disapproved. One team whooped their approval, like vocally, and the other protested, like full-throatedly. While the teams bawled at each other, Justy thought on his feet.

"Dude, you can't get a point for making the serving hoe grunt. That'd be too easy!" He determined. "The idea's awesome, though. What you think 'bout a free spit, dudes?"

Um, I didn't really think anything good about it for sure. I wasn't asked, though.

"Woo-hoo!" The frat boys actually hollered their agreement.

When I saw Style-Boy strolling over to me really quickly, I reflexively opened my mouth to protest. That was a bad idea, though, 'cause I didn't come to uttering any words.

PTOO

"Eeewww!"

He had spat right into my open mouth! I felt half the glob of spittle hitting the back of my mouth and the other half sticking to my lower lip. Ugh! So gross! Now, I was literally getting pelted with balls and spit!

"He didn't say a word 'bout spitting in the cup, did he?" Style-Boy chuckled when I shot him a furious look. "Be glad you already got some spit in your mouth, Hooters. Less facefucking needed."

Um, I guess he had a point there. Still gross, though! Whatever, another fratster was ready to toss the ball for Justy's team. He was called Ben and looked so much less stylish, wearing flip flops and a black t-shirt with the slogan 'F.B.I -- Female Body Inspector' on it. Say sexist! Holding the ball in his hand, he seemed kinda indecisive, though. Apparently, there were too many inviting targets by now, like the cup, my face, and my nipples.

BUMP

"Eeeggghhh!"

The first throw landed in my face, making me recoil until my wrist cuffs stopped my motion. So not cool! I had just moved the ping-pong table a few inches backwards. Gosh! I hated getting hit in the face with the ball lots. I totally couldn't help yammering and complaining 'though it only gave the frat boys a good laugh and spurred them on.

BUMP

BUMP

In quick succession, the second toss hit my left nipple and the third hit my right nipple. That prick hadn't even targeted the cup. Gawd! The more these fratties riled each other up the raunchier it got. No way, I could tell how this would end. Actually, I could only hope for D-Roddie to show up and put his plan in motion. Oh yeah, D-Roddie! I had totally forgotten about my man and his plan. Oops! Silly me!

With a triumphant grin, the Female-Body-Inspector strolled around the table. Would you believe anybody wearing a shirt with a slogan like that would ever get to touch a girl? As if! Today, though, that dude would actually get to spit on a girl.

"Ask me nicely 'n you get my spit, slut!" He told me.

How brash! He was about to degrade me and wanted me to beg for it.

"Please, hihihi! Spit on me, hihihi!" I giggled.

PTOO

Ugh! He spat a super fat glob right on my left cheek that I totally felt dribbling down my soft skin. So absurd!

"You didn't ask nice enough, Miss Asslete!" That boy scolded me.

From the corner of my eyes, for sure, I saw the disappointed look on Matt's face. Uh-oh! I so didn't want to piss him off. So far, mostly, he had respected my boundaries.

"Thank you, sir, for, you know, making my stupid bitchface prettier." I so degraded myself with newfound enthusiasm. "My mouth is sooo dry. Please sir, get my, you know, stupid slut hatch super nice 'n wet."

PTOO

Yay! I mean, nay! It did the trick. Still, I so couldn't keep myself from shuddering when the thick lump of slobber hit the roof of my mouth. Barf! Dutifully, though, I lowered my head and let the spittle drool out into the red cup.

Über-douche's team was still leading 2-0. With only three shots left, they totally looked about to win the game, which I so didn't like. The tanned prick had basically acted like a total shithead. No way did I want his team to win!

It was time for the final player. It was time for Justy. Thank goodie! Or not? He wouldn't let me down, would he? He was my intern after all and I had served him super dutifully over the last week, right?

Taking all three balls at once, the slimeball threw the first one. With a really nice arch, it went right into the cup. Yay! He was targeting the cup! And he was sinking his shots!

The second ball hit my chest right over the cup. Nay! Watching it bounce off my body, almost, I rooted really loudly for the ball to drop into the cup. It did drop, but it hit the inside of my left booby and deflected off it. Shoot! So close.

The third toss was way too short. Duh! It even hit the tabletop in the middle of the ping-pong table. Bouncing off, though, it jumped towards me and hit the back rim of the cup. Bouncing to the front rim, it dropped down and landed inside the cup. Oh wow! Justy had sunk the final shot.

"Whoot! Whoot!" Style-Boy and F.B.I.-Boy cheered.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Über-douche's team whined.

Um, what was going on? I was totally confused, looking from one team to the other. Both teams had hit two shots. It should be a draw, right?

"It's, like, the end of the game?" I asked totally puzzled. "We have, you know, a winner? Like, already?"

"Oh silly boob. A bounce-shot's two points. So it's 3-2." Matty was the first to notice my puzzlement. "Justin's team got the win."

"Oh, okay. I guess I'm not, like, an expert of the rules, you know. Hihihi!" I giggled in embarrassment when I had to admit my ignorance.

The boys snickered at my lack of knowledge. Fine, I didn't know all the rules. Whatever! It was a stupid rule anyways. Having a winner was good, though, I suppose. After all, Über-douche hadn't won.

"Stupid bitch! If a ball's bounced you can swipe!" Pink-Boy chided me. "You should have armed the ball away!"

"The result can't count! Miss Asslete's biased! She helped them win!" Über-douche protested.

Woah! Hold on! What? Nobody had told me about that bounce-shot thingie. I so hadn't done it on purpose. Still, they were totally putting the blame on me. Seriously? I felt super indignant, 'though I didn't say that loud, 'cause I didn't want to appear too stupid to know the dang beer pong rules.

"That stupid asslete wouldn't have hit the ball anyways. So who cares?" The female-body-inspector insisted on his team's victory. "We're the winners and the winner takes it all!"

"Let's tap that ass, bros!" He called out while stepping behind me and grabbing my hips.

Woah! Woah! Hold on again! What?!?

No one tapped any ass here, like not at all. Despite being flustered, and woozy, and tipsy, I vaguely remembered that I had set some kinda boundaries for the party. What had they been again? Oh right, I had pledged not to fuck the fratties.

"I told you, Matty, I'm not fucking your bros." I literally stamped my foot to show my annoyance.

While shooting the arrogant host a furious look, I tried to wriggle my ass away from F.B.I-Boy, which really wasn't easy 'cause shackles.

"You're right. You said so." Matty agreed with me surprisingly.

Seems like he was in a soft mood or stuff 'cause birthday.

"Though... you also agreed to give a prize, Missy Bitchface." He argued. "You're already flaunting your skillbags 'n skillholes. You're already letting my bros finger you. What else you wanna offer, Hooters?"

Gulp! The presumptuous douche was right. I had totally accepted Justy's suggestion, but I so hadn't expected the prize to be something like a free fuck for the winning team. Instead, I had hoped lots that they might have forgotten about it. I mean, I had totally forgotten about it myself. Of course, Matty hadn't, though.

Gawd! I was really acting like a docile waitress, like in looks and smarts, right? I had agreed to the idea without considering the consequences. Again! Whatever! As an exec, I was totally used to thinking outside the box and giving consulting tips to my subordinates. I could come up with a few alternatives super quickly, couldn't I?

Meh! That was easier said than done. What could I offer? The fratties had seen my juicy juggies. They had seen my skillholes. Letting them fuck me totally seemed like the next logical step 'cause progression. There was only a single idea that sprung to my mind. It wasn't really lots, but at least I was prepared. I had really tried my best to avoid showing off my throwing skills, but everyone has to make concessions sometimes, right?

"Um, what about this, boys? Be, you know, a sport and give me, like, three shots. Please?!?" I pleaded with them, purring super sexily.

"If I hit, like, all three, the winning team gets a strip tease. You know, looking but not touching. Hihhihi!" I suggested. "If I hit two, the winning team can totally cum on me. Like, hose me but not stick me, you know. If I hit, like, one, the winning team can, you know, fuck my suckhole. Hihhihi! If I hit none, the winners can, like, bang my butthole, like totally."

"Wooh!" The female-body-inspector cheered.

That was a bitching sign.

"Boo!" The losing team complained.

That was a bad sign.

"Oh come on! Lame!" Justy and Style-Boy raised a hue and cry as well.

That was a worse sign.

"We've won fair 'n square." Style-Boy squawked. "We should get to bang the bitch anyway."

"Absolutely, dude. It's a cop-out." Justy agreed.

"I bet Miss Asslete lied 'bout her throwing skills. She wants to fool us, bros." Style-Boy didn't relent. "What if she hits all three? We've already seen her assets. Where's the prize in that?"

Bullshit! I so hadn't lied about my qualities as a beer pong player. I had offered a totally fair deal, hadn't I? The frat boys didn't seem convinced, though. Justy's team continued raising a clamor while Über-douche's team kept on protesting against their loss.

"What 'bout a compromise, bros?" Matty eventually took the lead and silenced the dudes. "Actually, Missy Bitchface's idea's kinda epic. We just need a better incentive."

"How 'bout this?" He came up with his own suggestion. "If Hooters hits three, the winners get the bitch's suckhole. If she hits two, the winners get the bitch's shithole. If she hits one, the winners get the bitch's suckhole 'n shithole... 'n the losers get a rematch. If she hits none, it's a free for all."

Free for all?!? Seriously? Rematch?!? Really seriously!?!

Nuh-nuh-nuh! This couldn't happen. This was a totally different level!

"Whoot! Whoot!" All six college kids hollered and jeered.

"Dude, that sounds epic!" Style-Boy exclaimed.

"It should be its own drinking game." Über-douche agreed. "Slut pong, the ultimate game for all the frat sluts out there. Hehehe!"

Um, so that's what they deemed fair? They obviously didn't think much of my throwing skills. I tried to come up with another suggestion super desperately. But my smarts had totally left me. Anyhow, the approval was so overwhelming that any objection was futile. They would only laugh at my additional offers.

"All righty, Matty. If you, like, seriously think slut pong's gonna rock." I said, hoping he would change his mind.

"Okie doke then. I'll do it." I felt compelled to agree to Matty's suggestion when he didn't react at all.

My consent caused a cheer that was way loud and made me smile involuntarily. After all, it was my job to tend to the party guests and make them happy, right?

Now that they had my say-so, the college kids were mega quick to place three plastic cups on the other side of the ping-pong table while Justy opened the wrist cuffs to release me. Rubbing my wrists, I tried to prepare for the throws really hard. This was super important! I was basically in control of my own destiny.

Taking the first ball, I lifted my arm and aimed way carefully. Standing on the other side of the ping-pong table, it was quite the distance. Shooting the ball, I overestimated the distance and the ball went way wide, not even hitting the table.

Shoot! The first try was gone.

I totally wanted to get the best result, so I decided to make use of the bounce-shot rule. Taking the shot, I exerted less force. The shot was short and bounced off the table. Yay! The angel was too low, though, and the ball hopped over the cup. 

Darn! The second try was wasted.

Only one shot was left. I was so nervous my hand was totally trembling. I had to play it safe now. No more trick shots. Aiming for the final time, I closed my left eye 'cause sharper focus. Trying to find the medium strength between the first and second shot, I threw the ball. It hit the rim. It bounced high up in the air. It dropped straight downward. It sunk into the cup.

Yay! I had hit the final shot!

"Suckhole 'n shithole. That's what it is!" Matty announced for everyone.

It was decided. The three members of Justy's team would get to fuck my mouth and asshole. What about my boundaries, though? They were about to be crossed. However, I had fought long and hard to maintain them, hadn't I? It wasn't really my fault, right?

With the prize decided, the three college kids were all over me in seconds. Justy grabbed the chains above my titties, yanked on them, and pushed me down onto my knees really roughly. The romp was on.

Grasping my white tanky, Justy tugged on it really hard, pulling it down until my big, ole funbaggies toppled out. Grabbing the bright orange booty shorts, he yanked them down just as harshly, letting them slip down to my feet. Grrr! Now, all my assets were fully exposed. Taking the rhinestone choker, the slimeball wrapped each chain around one of my juicy juggies. Once, twice, thrice! Pulling on the chains, they tightened super strongly until they squeezed my soft titty meat and made my boobies bulge obscenely. Justy then continued to guide the chains under my armpits. But why?

Oh, I see! Seizing my wrists, he turned my arms onto my back and cuffed them there. He had shackled me again! This time, he had tied my arms behind my back rendering my hands useless.

While Justy got me into position, I heard the sound of two zippers and excited chatter from the other two winners, Style-Boy and F.B.I.-Boy. However, my rude intern totally kept the lead by stepping right in front of me.

"You want my dick, dollie?" He asked waving his cock around. "What you want me to do with it?"

Oh boy! A bunch of preppy frat boys watched me kneeling in a fraternity with my arms cuffed behind my back! A bunch of pompous fratties had just used my face and bobbies as a dartboard! Yet, I was so aroused that my mouth was literally watering at the sight of a hard cock.

"Please sirrr!" I moaned. "I'm, like, a milfy bitch, you know, on the prowl for young cock. This stripper coug needs it, like, so bad!"

I was so excited I almost slurred the final words. This was so embarrassing but it was the truth. I had been totally determined not to fuck any fratties. I had totally been determined not to let any frat boy watch me getting fucked. I guess that hadn't turned out so well, 'cause here I was on my knees, super wet and super excited, begging for young frat cocks. At least, it gave me a chance to show that I was way more than a simple waitress.

"Sweet, bitch! Show these guys what a well-trained throat whore you are then, Missy Bitchface." Justy instructed me.

To reinforce his words, he totally proved his brutal streak once again by grabbing the chains and yanking my face close to his cock. With my arms tied to my back, for sure, I would have fallen straight onto my face if he hadn't held me in place.

"C'mon dollie, say aah and make that slut hatch useful." The slimeball ordered.

Having my mouth called a slut hatch was as demeaning as the first time. I totally despised it. Still, I held my lips open really dutifully. Justy continued making full use of the rhinestone choker by pulling me around on the chains. My rude intern had full control over my body. Actually, I was simply a fucktoy for him to be directed and used as he saw fit.

With the pull on the chains, he pushed my squeezed titties up really painfully. More importantly, though, he pushed my mouth over his hard cock. He continued until his hard shaft slipped way past my uvula and was buried down my throat way deep.

His cock was way deep down my gullet so my throat muscles quickly began convulsing super heavily. My throat pipe really tightened and relaxed in turns, squeezing the slimeball's shaft and giving him a deluxe cock-massage.




Jessica's Change Management Ch. 12



"Urgh! Urgh! Huuurrrgghhh!!" I gagged and choked pitifully.

My body was literally shaking and trembling like a leaf while Justy held me in place with the chains. My body was basically performing a lewd, jerky dance around his cock. My throat, however, was way stuffed with Justy's shaft so no spit drooled out at all. Out of a sudden, the slimeball clutched my ponytail and pulled on it. With my mouth free, a gush of slobber sloshed out and poured down onto my titties.

Ugh! So yukky! With my arms shackled, however, I couldn't wipe it off or stuff.

While I was gasping for air, Justy gave the chains a new tug and skewered my face on his dick really slowly. With my arms tied on my back, I couldn't resist, like not at all. The rest of the frat boys enjoyed the way, I shifted on my knees way nervously while his hard shaft inched down my throat and my body convulsed from the super harsh gagging.

This time, Justy didn't keep his dick down my throat for long. Instead, he grabbed my ponytail to pull my head back really quickly. Using both the chains and my ponytail as handles, he began moving my head back and forth. He was literally using my face like a saw to jerk off his cock!

Ponytail! Chains! Ponytail! Chains!

Back! Forth! Back! Forth!

"Awk awk awk! Hrrrggghhh! Awk awk awk! Hrrrggghhh!"

Every push and pull totally made me gag and retch, like extremely hard. Every push and pull totally yanked my body around, like extremely brutal. Every push and pull totally made my hoop earrings swing back and forth, like extremely wild.

"Awk awk awk! Hrrrggghhh! Awk awk awk! Hrrrggghhh!" Something like a mixture of gagging and sloshing noises filled the room while he drilled my throat.

With every thrust, my mouth so filled with drool. Justy's dick basically turned into a blender that stirred the spit like a cocktail. Totally nasty! When the slobber had been frothed up to my intern's liking, he slipped his cock from my mouth and made me spit out the thick throat cocktail. But where? Oh righty, the plastic cup was still resting in between my big, ole funbaggies.

Another tug on the chains actually dragged my head over to Style-Boy who was standing on my right side. Justy kept his grip on the chains and guided my mouth over the frat boy's cock. The way, he moved me around made me feel so small and so helpless but it also made my pussy throb so badly.

With my face getting impaled on his meaty tool, Style-Boy simply stood there while resting his hands on his hips. Was there ever a posture that looked less lazy? He didn't make a move at all, totally letting my intern drill my face up and down his shaft by tugging on the chains and pulling on my ponytail. What a jerk! He was actually getting the full oral service without lifting a finger!

"Urrrgh! Quawk! Urrrgh! Quawk!" I spluttered and choked again.

Style-Boy's dick was kinda short but way thick so it easily filled my mouth and made me gag.

"Awk-awk-awk! Hrrrggghhh! Awk-awk-awk! Hrrrggghhh!" Noises that literally sounded like sloshing through mud erupted when Justy increased the tempo and drilled my throat on the frat boy's cock.

When the slimeball had enough of stirring the drool in my mouth, he yanked my head off the dick really roughly and literally made me spit out a throat cocktail. This time, I even remembered to gob it right into the red plastic cup wedged into my cleavage. Tihi!

With another tug on the chains, my rude intern guided me to the left and pushed my face in front of F.B.I.-Boy's cock. His meaty tool was lots longer than Style-Boy's 'though it wasn't really thick. It didn't make Justy stop at all, though, 'cause he instantly impaled my mouth on the long shaft.

"Quawk! Quawk! Quawk! Uuurrrggghh! Quawwwk! Quawwwk! Quawwwk! Uuurrrggghh!" My gags got way more violent as his impressive length literally tickled my tonsils.

Living up to the slogan on his t-shirt, the female-body-inspector didn't lean back and let someone else do all the work. Instead, he actually reached down and started squeezing my chained, bulging juggies. In rhythm with the face fucking, he twitched and twisted my nipples super harshly, which elicited several grunts in between my gags.

"Awk awk awk! Umph! Awk awk awk! Hrrrggghh!"

I so wanted to slap that jerk's rough hands off my boobies but couldn't move my hands 'cause chains. His cock was thinner than the two before and didn't stuff my mouth completely so the spit literally started running out in torrents, dangling off my chin in super thick strings.

In response, my intern brute pulled my face off F.B.I.-Boy's dick to let him scoop up the bubbly throat slime with his cockhead. The female-body-inspector totally enjoyed shaking off the sticky drool by slapping his long tool against the soft flesh of my bulging titties. Yikes! It was so much slobber that it made grossly splashing noises. Really yikes!

The two college kids repeated the procedure until the red plastic cup was finally filled to the rim. Oh wow! I wouldn't have thought that I could produce so much spit, like never ever. The sheer mass wasn't really so bad, though. The slimy content was way worse 'cause it looked absolutely nasty, making me shudder in disgust really vigorously.

At least, Justy stopped using my mouth as a drool mixer and left me kneeling in front of the ping-pong table while I was gasping and panting. The face-drilling had been kinda exhausting. Anyways, I didn't really get a chance for much rest.

Instead, the slimeball opened the wrist cuffs and released my arms. Yay! My arms were free again. Pulling the chains back to the front, he kept them wrapped around my bulging titties but let them dangle downwards. Pushing both chains through my legs, that dude pulled them up behind me. Grabbing my hands, the rude intern twisted my arms onto my back and put the cuffs on my wrists. Nay! He had recuffed my arms behind my back.

Oh boy! Justy grasped my wrists and yanked on them. The tug pulled on my rhinestone collar and basically forced me into a bent-over position. On top of that, the tug pushed the chains into my crotch, pressing them into my precious pussy so roughly.

"Ooowww!" I wailed.

Grrr! The way the chains were wrapped around my body, they were totally giving me a wedgie! A metal wedgie instead of the previous cloth wedgie! So cruel!

While I was whining from the pressure on my coochie, Justy used the chains to drag me over to one of the sofas. It was way old and so worn-out that the white color had yellowed and turned into something like a cream-color. This sofa had totally seen better times.

Whatever, the slimeball simply shoved me onto the worn-out piece of furniture and pushed my face into the backrest. With my ass way up, my round bubble butt got shown off really epically. Looking through my legs, the fratties got an awesome view of the rhinestone 'B' and 'Missy' heart jewelry dangling in the air and my soft boobies getting squeezed against the yellowed cushion.

"C'mon Missy Bitchface!" My intern brute instructed me next. "The dudes have seen three of your skills. Show them number four. Prove that you're a well-trained anal whore, too!"

I had just endured the mega demeaning slut pong, so actually this sounded like way more fun. With my wrists shackled at the height of my tan tramp stamp, I could reach my ass cheeks super easily. So I got to work as my intern had demanded.

Gripping my buns with my fingers, I basically dug my super glittery, long, fake French nails into my juicy butt flesh. Running my hands up my ass, I pushed my ass meat up before letting it snap back into place to make my butt cheeks wobble really wild.

Spreading my buns, I totally showed off my little, puckered asshole. After running my right index finger with the super glittery French nail around my sphincter, eventually, I sunk it down my bunghole. Slowly, I added my left index finger and both middle fingers, one after the other.

Phew! I felt stuffed already! No way, I would stop now, though. Spreading my fingers apart, I stretched my anal ring open for sure. My little asshole winked at the group of fratties. Tihi!

Really slowly, I let my fingers slide out of my butthole to show them a little gape super proudly, only to stab all four fake-nailed fingers back through my sphincter a moment later. Once again, I stretched them apart to open up my little asshole really nicely.

"Sweet lil gape you got there, dollie." Justy said while stepping up to me. "Dudes, we better make sure to blow that up to a whole new level!"

Gulp! This didn't sound good. Of course, though, his suggestion was met with loud hollers from the frat boys.

"First, though, we need to get it all slippery, right?" The slimeball continued.

"Eeewww!" I yelped out in response.

With my fingers still stretching my bunghole open, I suddenly felt a super sticky wetness on my butthole. Justy had tilted the red plastic cup over my ass and let a gush of gooey drool swash out. The slobber mostly dribbled right down my ass pipe but some of it got stuck to my hands and fake French-nails. Gosh! It was making me shudder in disgust really forceful.

"C'mon Hooters, blow some bubbles for us!" My rude intern ordered.

What the fuck?!? Bubbles? Seriously? Was he joking or what?

The intern brute so wasn't cracking jokes. He actually made me feel how serious he was by showing me his brutal side instead.

SLAP

SLAP

"Hehehe! Let's see if we can hear it swashing around." He commented the spanks that made my body jerk left and right.

"Nope! Can't hear nothing." He concluded. "You gotta try harder to blow your bubbles, Missy Bitchface."

Looking back, I could see the grinning faces of the six fratties watching. They were absolutely enjoying the show. Gawd! They literally looked like they were ready to eat me alive. That should have felt mega intimidating but it was only encouraging. Remember the car wash thingie with the 'LGZ' gangbangers? I had survived that, so I could totally handle a bunch of self-indulgent frat boys!

Pulling my French-nailed fingers from my butthole, I kept my hands on my buns to spread them wide and started pressing. Nothing happened. I clenched my anal muscle really tightly to squeeze my bunghole shut before relaxing to reopen it. Nothing happened. I started clenching and relaxing repeatedly. Nothing happened.

Clenching, relaxing and clenching, relaxing. My asshole was winking so intensely. It must have been an awesome sight for the frat boys 'cause they began jacking their cocks while watching. However, nothing happened. The spit had dribbled way down my ass chute. There wasn't enough spit in my bowels for me to succeed. Duh! Anyhow, my rude intern didn't give up so easily.

"Dudes, looks like we need to widen that shithole before it can blow real bubbles!" He exclaimed.

Stepping behind me, Justy didn't waste more time and directly plunged his rigid meaty tool up my bum. Even though I had been stretching my butthole with my fingers, my anal ring resisted the abrupt intrusion way strongly. It so didn't stand a chance, though, and my intern's cock popped inside super quickly.

Straddling my ass, the slimeball was basically standing over me with a perfect angle to pump my bumhole. Every thrust was mega forceful pushing my body into the sofa. I actually felt the cushion relenting and compressing. It even started squeaking from the pressure.

KREEK KREEK KREEK

"Ooohhh! Ooohh! Ooohhh!"

With every stroke, my knees got pushed into the cushion, forcing my feet to shoot way up into the air. With every stroke, Justy's thighs banged against my ass, giving my butt a really good shake. My whole body was flopping up and down really intensely. I was literally getting bumped around between the slimeball's dick and the cushion without any control over my body. All I could do was squeal and grunt along.

KREEK KREEK KREEK

"Ooohhh! Fuck! Ooohhh! Yes!"

Gawd! My intern brute was plowing my butthole so hard and so fast. He took my ass and totally owned it! Was he trying to break the old sofa or what? Anyhow, he wasn't relenting either, keeping up the tempo for the next ten minutes.

"Spread!" was all Justy said when he pushed his cock from my ass and stepped away.

Mega hastily, I reached down and spread my ass cheeks to show off my gaping asshole. Oh wow! My ass felt way open and dilated for sure! Besides, my ass muscle clenched and relaxed in rhythm with my panting 'cause I was way out of breath .

Hech! Hech! Hech!

Clench, relax and clench, relax.

"Ahahaha!" The frat boys laughed.

"Looks like Miss Asslete's shithole got a life on its own!" Style-Boy commented. "Breathing 'n yawning."

"Well, it's as empty as her head. So it's begging to get filled!" Matty tossed in a trademark taunt.

"Ready for the next slimewave, dollie?" Justy asked while holding the red plastic cup above my ass.

"Slime... Wave!" The frat boys cheered when my rude intern made his move.

Just when I had pushed two super glittery, fake-nailed fingers through my gaping anal ring, I felt a new gush of drool pouring over my ass crack and down my ass pipe. Yikes! Slimy! Yikes! My whole body jerked and trembled so furiously. I really couldn't get used to this super sticky feeling. Barf!

I so didn't get a chance to retry blowing some bubbles, though, 'cause Style-Boy was over me in seconds. The fratties were mega eager to get their turn at my fuckholes, and now that Justy had stepped aside it turned into something like a raucous orgy.

Grasping the chains, Style-Boy pushed my body around until I was kneeling on the sofa laterally. In this position, my face was accessible from the left side and my ass from the right side. The female-body-inspector totally jumped at the chance, stepping in front of my head. Gripping the chains, he pushed me forward way harshly.

"Ouuumph!"

The tug pressed the chains into my pussy really painfully. My shriek, however, got muffled by F.B.I.-Boy's cock stuffing my mouth. When his long, thin dick was halfway through my lips, I got pulled back. Style-Boy had grabbed the chains underneath my wrists and pulled me backwards.

"Ooowww!"

I groaned when my big, ole funbaggies got squeezed harshly. With all that drool coating my sphincter, his shaft slid deep down my ass chute so easily. He went in balls deep with the first thrust. As soon as his nuts had bumped against my pussy, though, I got pulled forward again. F.B.I.-Boy had yanked the chains again to impale my mouth on his long dick.

Back-and-forth! Back-and-forth!

"Ouuummmph! Ooohhh! Ouuummmph! Ooohhh!" I moaned and yelped while these dirty bastards used the chains to pull me around like a leashed bitch.

Every time F.B.I.-Boy yanked the chains, he pushed his crotch out, ramming his cock down my throat and pumping my mouth super roughly. Every time the lazy stylo pulled on the chains, by contrast, he didn't move at all, letting my gaping bunghole slide over his thick shaft. He still had his free hand on his hips in his über-casual posture. Say lame!

"Ooohhh! Urrrgggh!" My moans suddenly turned into choking.

Apparently, F.B.I.-Boy was fed up with his fellow bro's laid back approach. Grasping my ponytail, he buried his long meat down my throat and held it there. Even though I was gagging and choking super fiercely from his sudden throat attack, I preferred it to Style-Boy's lazy-ass style. That idle bastard so didn't use me as a hot, top-shelf glamour doll but as a passive jerk-off tool. What a dipshit!

"C'mon bitch, show me how much you want my cock." F.B.I.-Boy tested my eagerness.

Putting his hands off my ponytail, he pushed his crotch out and waited for me to make a move. All the while, Style-Boy continued pulling me back and forth on the chains super lazily, jacking his cock off inside my ass pipe.

Without waiting for the lazy stylo, I lunged forward and engulfed F.B.I.-Boy's thick meaty tool really deeply. I managed to shove it down to my uvula before that stylo pulled me back. He hadn't reacted at all, simply continuing his tempo.

Struggling against the tug on the chains, I tried so hard to keep F.B.I.-Boy's shaft in my mouth but Style-Boy was way too strong. With the chains contracting around my juicy juggies, they squeezed my titty meat so roughly. No way, I could put up some resistance. Relenting, that stylo managed to pull my lips off his fellow bro's meaty tool really slowly.

"Urgh! Quawk! Quawk! Urgh!" I made myself gag on F.B.I-Boy's dick as soon as Style-Boy loosened his grip on the chains.

With pure enthusiasm, I gave myself a proper gagfuck. It must have looked so pathetic watching the full-grown woman attack a young college cock mega viciously and put herself through a super thorough hurl humiliation. Say über-nasty!

I was in two minds about it all. On the one hand, the total disregard by Style-Boy was like an absolute turn-on. Yet, it made me feel so useless. On the other hand, the gagfuck totally proved that I was a well-trained serving hoe. Yet, it was degrading to the max. All told, the combination of both aroused me lots so I almost blanked out.

I barely noticed Style-Boy pulling his dick from my ass and letting the female-body-inspector take his place. With a slap to my butt, F.B.I.-Boy instructed me to use my fake-nailed fingers to pull my asshole open before he poured another gush of super sticky drool into my gaping bunghole.

"Slime... Wave!" The rest of the fratties roared again.

Woah! Two-thirds of the cup's content must have been swapping around my ass chute! So filled to the brim!

"C'mon Hooters, show us that shitter's a real skillhole. Blow some bimbo bubbles, Missy Bitchface." Justy ordered.

Say what? Bimbo bubbles? Woah! Could he sound any more demeaning? I didn't deserve that, did I? Maybe, no. Maybe, so. After all, I hadn't managed to blow bubbles with my ass before, right? I had to prove that my ass was actually one of my skills. I mean, I totally couldn't risk the college kids starting to doubt my skills. After all, I wanted them to take me serious as more than a simple waitress.

I so didn't have a clue about how I was supposed to succeed. Anyways, I pressed my face into the yellowed cushion and raised my butt really high. Spreading my buns to the max, I began clenching and relaxing my sphincter anew, trying so hard to make the slobber swash around in my ass.

"Woah, bros! That shitter's loaded. Looks like a sea of spit up there." Style-Boy exclaimed.

"Yeah! With a foamy white crest on top!" F.B.I.-Boy agreed with a joke.

Grrr! The way the dudes stood around my backside and inspected my spit-filled, gaping bunghole literally made me feel like a piece of cattle.

"At least, that butt's filled more than her head." Matty dropped another of his trademark taunts.

Lordy! Should I object the birthday boy's constant mocks? The way I had given up my boundaries so easily and forgotten about the presentation so completely, it was kinda hard to argue against it, though, right?

Even though I felt totally filled up, this wasn't easy. I pressed and pushed. I clenched and squeezed. Nothing happened! Shoot! I had to succeed. No matter how degrading it felt! So I pressed and pushed harder. I clenched and squeezed forcefulli-er.

GRRRGLE! GRRRGLE!

There it was! Did you hear it? Something like bubbling sounds erupted from my ass while some of the spit bubbled up to the rim of my butthole.

GRRRGLE! GRRRGLE!

I so felt my spit brimming and prickling at my anal ring. I was blowing bubbles. I was blowing bimbo bubbles! Yay! What a triumph! Nay! What a shame!

GRRRGLE! FFFRRRTTT!

Oh no! No, no, nooo! I had gotten so much into blowing anal bubbles that I had pressed too hard. A farting sound ripped from my gaping asshole. What a shame!

"Ahahaha! How cool's that! Ahahaha! A gapefarting slut." The dudes laughed their asses off.

Their laughter so didn't reduce my embarrassment, like not at all. I felt so unladylike. I felt so nasty. I felt so humiliated. Totally not cool! No matter what, though, I had succeeded and blown bimbo bubbles.