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!