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.