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!