Jessica's Change Management Ch. 11

Whoops! I was standing in front of a bunch of horny college kids with a naked rack while another student gave me a wedgie like he was bullying a girl on the school yard. So demeaning! I had worked so hard to keep a bit of decency, but I had failed.

"Ahahaha! Dumb slut! Ahahaha!" The fratsters roared with laughter when I reflexively tried to cover my naked bust with my hands.

"Aw lil tart, you've been rubbing my bros' faces in those hooters all this time. No need to get prude now." Matt told me while gripping my arms.

"You don't wanna tease 'n snub them, do you? That'd be cruel!" He appealed to my conscience. "You agreed to tend to my bros, didn't you? Part of that's giving them an eyeful, don't you agree?"

Matt lowered my arms and I didn't resist. He sounded right, sorta, someway, didn't he? Anyhow, I had agreed to attend to his party guests. It may have been a strange definition but he was the party host and you don't contradict a host, right?

"Be proud of the skills you got, camelhoe. Don't hesitate to show them off. Don't waste those skillbags." Matt added to emphasize his point.

"Skillbags! Skillbags!" The frat boys whooped.

Aw, what a nice request! How can you say no to that? Just kidding, of course! I'm only being snarky here.

However, can you say peer pressure much? I had always been susceptibility to it. Besides, I wanted their full attention and prove that I was more than a simple waitress. My tipsiness and growing arousal didn't help, either. All said and done, there really was no chance for me to stand up to that prompting. So I left the white tank top where it was, pushed up over my big, ole funbags.

"Ah, did I see a smile there?" Matt instantly teased me. "You're happy to show your skills to my bros, ain't you?"

"Skill 1."

BOP

"Skill 2."

BOP

To emphasize his point, the presumptuous douche nudged my juicy juggs making them jiggle alluringly. I wasn't happy, and I wasn't smiling, either, but the arrogant host expected me to agree.

"Yes Matt, thank you for letting me show my skills." I replied with a small voice.

The birthday boy wasn't done, though. He continued gazing at me all expectantly until I lowered my head in resignation.

"Skill 1."

BOP

"Skill 2."

BOP

Oh, dear! This time, it was me calling my boobies 'skill 1' and 'skill 2'. So silly! Even though, it felt kinda justified in the moment.

"Aaarrrggghhh!"

"Wedgie!"

RRRPPP

Matt was pulling so hard that the thin polyester ripped. He had torn a small hole into the part of the shorts that covered my ass crack.

Duh! I finally realized what he was up to. He was trying to expose my pussy! Either by ripping the booty shorts apart or by making my cunt lips slip out. He wanted to expose my charms! It had been lost on me before! How could that have happened?

"Aaaooowwwaaa!"

"Pussy!"

The frat boys changed their call when Matt gripped the orange polyester and twisted the strip of cloth covering my crotch into a thin ribbon. The fourth pull brought tears to my eyes and my pussy lips to light. Pulling on the orange fabric, my puffy, red pussy lips flopped out of the booty shorts on each side of the thin ribbon.

The birthday boy had succeeded. Not only had he tricked me into exposing my titties he had also unsheathed my pussy and punished me with a wedgie. All of that with a simple drinking game. I should have been impressed, but I despised him so much. He was the birthday boy, but he was a total douchebag. So many thoughts. So confusing.

"Now, you're a real camelhoe! Another step of self-improvement. Ain't that making you happy, Missy Bitchface?" He asked with a chuckle.

I shouldn't be happy. He had tricked me, goddamnit! My pussy lips peeking out of the shorts, however, looked so silly it was hysterical. So hilarious! Self-improvement sounded kinda flattering, though. Looking prettier was always fine with me. Anything that got me more attention was fine with me, actually. This would only help, wouldn't it?

"Matt, you know I love improoowwwaaa!" My reply turned into a shriek when Matt gave me another wedgie that was so brutal it shortly lifted me off my feet.

But... but what was this for? He had laid my pussy open already.

"Just for good measures, slut bunny." The arrogant douche explained matter-of-factly.

Oh no! He had just made sure to show everybody that he was the boss around the frat house. This wedgie had been so unnecessary it made me fume, whereas it earned the birthday boy a round of applause from his frat bros. I shouldn't be angry, though, should I? Matt had totally outsmarted me. I really deserved it, didn't I?

"Now, you got the proper uniform for a serving hoe. So get useful, camelhoe. We're all outta booze." The arrogant host told me before turning his attention back to the drinking game.

Picking up the tray, I turned around and walked away. I was red-faced when I went into the kitchen with my titties hanging out of my tank top and my pussy lips jutting out from my booty shorts.

The opened bottle of sparkling wine was still standing on the counter. As tipsy as I was, I should have been drinking a glass of water to recoup my senses. Yet, I poured myself a glass of bubbly in an attempt to tackle my embarrassment. Once again, I drained it far too quickly.

Whoa! I instantly felt its effect. It really soothed me. I felt so mellow and so light.

Whee! That was totally what I needed.

After filling the tray with fresh beers, I walked back into the clubroom. Reaching the big wooden table, I noticed that Matt was gone, so I stopped next to Snob-Boy. The fratties were still playing the bus driver game. It was just coming close to the finale, so the boys frolicked and clamored noisily.

"Hey boys, how's the game going?" I immediately started talking to the college kids. "Who's gotta drive the bus this time?"

"Oh wow boys, you weren't so dedicated when it was, like you know, my time." I pouted excessively. "Though my turn was way more thrilling. Hihihi!"

Whee! I totally felt the need to interact with the boys, prattling and babbling fast and uninhibitedly. Oh well, I always got chatty and talky when drunk. Tihi!

The boys barely paid me any attention, though. When I tried to give Snob-Boy a fresh beer, however, he told me to hand the bottle over to Blond-Boy. I had to lean over the table 'cause the blond freshman was sitting on the other side.

"Oops boys, I hope I don't interrupt your game." I continued babbling while following the fratster's instruction.

Bending forward, my big, ole funbaggies swung down almost bumping against the tabletop and the snobbish senior got a perfect view of my shaved pussy lips billowing from my booty shorts. After handing Blond-Boy the beer, I tried to straighten up. Snob-Boy, however, stopped me by putting his hand on my back to hold me in place.

"You don't wanna be rude 'n interrupt my inspection, do you, Missy Bitchface?" He reprimanded me.

Um, no. I didn't want to be rude. I didn't want to misbehave. Like, I was a killjoy!

Hello, I wasn't a party pooper! Today was supposed to be fun for everyone, right? I should have felt light-headed with shame from his unabashed behavior. A feeling of cheeriness, however, quickly drowned out the initial pinch of embarrassment. I felt so bubbly.

So I patiently waited bent over the table with my heavy boobies dangling off my chest and continued babbling. Meanwhile, Snob-Boy extensively checked out my puffy pussy lips. I couldn't help but try to entice him, shaking my booty all sexily. What a flirt I was!

Giving my buns a slap, the senior made me giggle and sent me to the next student. Of course, the rest of the frat boys imitated him, making me bent over the table to hand a beer to the fratster on the other side. The college kids even stopped playing their drinking game, focusing on inspecting my pussy and ass before sending me on with a slap to my butt.

Yay! I got the boys' full attention! Finally! I knew they couldn't resist me! It made me feel so lively. So cheery!

In the process of my beer dispersion, each frat boy got more brazen. Even though the next in line, the brown-haired freshman, was already shitfaced, he managed to grab my pussy lips. He pulled them back so far I lost my balance, stumbling backwards.

"Hihihi! Stop that. You're not supposed to do that!" I giggled sheepishly.

My protest, however, was so meek the fratties didn't take it serious at all, not stopping for a second. Honestly, though, I didn't actually want to resist. After all, my booty shaking had encouraged the freshman to take the next step. Fair and square, I just felt the need to say something to keep a bit of dignity.

Slapping my buns, I was sent on to Blond-Boy. He had already chugged the beer I had handed him before, so he was almost as sloshed as his fellow freshman was. Still, he managed to grab my pussy lips between his thumb and index finger.

"Sweet! Bros look at that! Ribbon in the center, cunt lips on the sides. Looks totally like a vertical mouth. Hehehe!" Blond-Boy exclaimed.

"I'm-the-camel-toe... of-the-camel-hoe..." The freshman squeezed my pussy lips in rhythm with each syllable.

Yikes! That fratster was making my twat look like it was actually saying the words. Wow!

"Ahahaha!" The frat boys' roaring laughter rang in my ears.

Oh my gosh! My face reddened so deeply. This should have felt totally embarrassing, right? However, it made me feel so much more like a bubbly, cheery prick-tease. It was all just for shits and giggles, mostly, right?

"I'm-the-camel-toe... of-the-camel-hoe..." The blond freshman mocked me for a second time before slapping my bun and sending me on to Gel-Boy.

The sophomore had to up the ante even further when he reached out and hefted my right boobie. Abruptly letting it go, he made my titty flesh bounce up and down. He proceeded to do the same with my left juggie.

"Skill 1. Hihihi!"

BOP

"Skill 2. Hihihi!"

BOP

I absolutely didn't need a request to comment on his actions. Hello? My boobies were my best assets after all! Better make that plain for everyone, right? Anyhow, I had served all the beers, so I was about to leave the clubroom to refill the tray. Better give the fratties a bitching goodbye, man, for sure.

After serving all frat boys a new beer, I walked back to the kitchen with only one full bottle left on the tray. Once again, my face was really flushed red so I took a couple more sips from the beer. Whew! So buzzy!

Just before I reached the counter, I heard footsteps behind me. I couldn't react as fast as I felt two hands on my hips stopping me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that it was Matt holding me in place.

"Bend over." He simply said.

"What...? Now...? Here...?" I asked as much in surprise as in confusion.

"Yes, now." Matt replied with a look of excited mischief. "Time to get my birthday present."

"Oh, OK. It's your birthday." I agreed.

Admittedly, he sounded kinda convincing. But stop! Shouldn't it remind me of something or other? Wasn't there anything in particular? Some certain intent or stuff? Something concerning boundaries? Oh, right. Boundaries! I was so buzzed I had almost forgotten about the limits I had set for the party. Oops!

"But Matty," I quickly reminded the arrogant host. "I told you no whoopie in front of your bros."

I might have submitted to showing the fratties my boobies and pussy but this was a boundary I didn't want to cross.

"Can't see no bros around, can you?" Matt told me gesturing to the empty space in the kitchen.

In a way, he was right, I suppose. There was no one else in the kitchen. All his bros were in the rooms playing their drinking games. The door was wide open, though. Anybody could walk in on us any moment.

"But... what if your bros come in to get a drink?" I inquired, not relenting so easily.

"Ha! Serving drinks? That's your job. Forgot that, slut bunny?" Matt snorted. "Don't worry, camelhoe, my bros want a beer? They call for the serving hoe."

Oh well, that sounded kinda plausible. I mean, these frat boys were super lazy. They would have me running around and serving them before ever getting their asses of their chairs. So I suppose, it would be better to let Matt fuck me here than in the other rooms, right?

Okay, I had been persuaded, although I hadn't really been super steadfast, had I? Matt hadn't been waiting for my approval anyways. Even before I had a chance to place the tray on the counter, he stopped me and told me to keep it in my outstretched hand. Balancing the tray on my right palm, I bowed down.

Whee! That was really hard! Especially with the open beer bottle on the tray.

Matt didn't care, though. He was getting straight down to the nitty-gritty. As if I should have expected anything else. Presenting my bubble butt in my bent over position was more than an invitation for him to give my ass a few good smacks. Any second, I expected to feel the first blow.

RRRPPP

I heard the ripping sound of my orange booty shorts instead. The birthday boy had hooked his index finger into the small hole he had ripped into my shorts earlier and extended it. The unexpected yank made me stagger on my white, high-heeled wedge sneakers.

Jeez! The tray! I almost lost control of it and let it fall to the floor. I could only hold it, 'cause I grabbed the beer bottle with my left hand. Phew!

SLAP

A hard smack made my left bun wobble and caused me to stagger again.

"Did I allow you to hold the tray with two hands, Missy Bitchface?" The presumptuous douche berated me. "You're the serving wench here. Can't be too stupid to hold a tray, can you, camelhoe?"

Um, was this really a question of being stupid? I didn't know but didn't argue with Matt, either. I mean, he was right about me being the servant girl today, so...

RRRPPP

Oh, Lordy! Matt continued tearing at the hole until it had ripped wide open. The pressure made me sway on my wedge heels and I frantically had to counterbalance the tray to keep the bottle from tumbling over.

My booty shorts were really a joke of clothing by now. The backside was basically a strip of fabric running horizontally across my ass. The lower half of my butt poured out below and the upper half bulged through the large hole. So slutty! However, the front of the shorts was still intact so the thin orange strip remained far up my crotch splitting my pussy lips.

ZZZPPP

That was the sound of Matt's zipper being pulled down. I guess that answered any question about what was coming next. Grabbing the front of my booty shorts, he pulled them down until the freshly torn hole allowed access to my cunthole.

Yay! He had freed me from the wedgie. Duh! First, he had done his utmost to expose my pussy lips. Now, he was already undoing it. Don't say all the pain had been for nothing or what?

With my pussy accessible, Matt easily slid his hard cock through the hole in my orange polyester shorts. Aiming his fleshy tool at my slit, he thrust it inside. Despite the harsh wedgies, my pussy was so wet that he easily filled my cunt, meeting only slight resistance. On second thought, though, it was probably because of the wedgies. Tihi!

"Damn Hooters, that's like a knife through butter!" The birthday boy exclaimed when he started spearing my pussy. "You're such a cheap 'n easy slut today, we better make sure to treat you like one."

Ohmygawd! This douchebag was simply using me like a throwaway toy for a quick, rutting fuck, and yet here I was dutifully bent over with my pussy leaking for his easy entrance. So bizarre!

Oh woah! Oh no, no, no! He was fucking my pussy! So not cool!

"Matty, your dick's in my coochie!" I protested. "I'm your anal-only whore, you know."

"You're my birthday present 'n I use my gifts any way I want, camelhoe!" Matt simply retorted.

Okay... I guess the arrogant host didn't give a shit about D-Rod's rules. Or maybe, they had arranged a different set of rules for his birthday bash without telling me. Whatever! I couldn't really stop him and politely ask him to sit down and discuss the rules for the party right now, could I?

With his cock remaining up my cunny, Matt used his right foot to push my legs apart until they were spread wide. This way, I had an even harder time balancing on my wedge sneakers. Roughly gripping my ponytail, he pulled my head backwards making me flex my back while he picked up speed and began hammering into me.

Aha! Now, I see. That's why he had instructed me to wear a high pony. It was the perfect handle to hold me in place.

"Ready for the hardest fuck you've ever had? Tell me, camelhoe?" Matt asked me as he rapidly stroked the entire length of his cock in and out of my cunny.

"Oh gawd!" I grunted, savoring the fullness inside me.

Jeez! I was so aroused. The treatment as the frat boys' simple-minded waitress had worked really well. Totally humiliating! But super exciting!

"Yesss!" I practically begged. "Your serving hoe's, like, so ready. Please fuck me hard!"

"As you asked so nicely, slut bunny." Matt replied.

With that, he began stabbing my squishing pussy even harder and faster. If he hadn't held me in place on my ponytail, I would have fallen over. Instead, I only squealed in pleasure while he pounded me.

With every thrust up my wet cunt, his heavy balls bounced against my backside and my ass cheeks rippled violently from the impact. At the same time, my titties rocked wildly back and forth in unison with the big hoop earrings freely swinging to and fro.

All the while, I had to juggle the tray on my right palm. It was getting harder and harder with the swaying, and the tipsiness, and the excitement, and all that. Actually, it was like a miracle that the beer bottle hadn't fallen over yet.

Letting go off my ponytail, Matt reached around me. Grabbing a titty with each hand, he roughly started mauling and squeezing them. Without the birthday boy holding me in place, I had to grip the kitchen counter with my free hand to at least have a super tiny chance of keeping the tray in balance. However, my body was still lurching forward and the bottle was dangerously wobbling with every stab up my pussy.

Oh dear! He was fucking me towards the wall! Every time, my body reeled, my arm shook and wavered. Balancing the tray was super hard. I could barely hold it any longer. The full beer bottle started rocking back and forth. I wanted to grab it and steady it with my free hand so desperately but Matt grabbed my arm and pulled it onto my back.

With every thrust, the bottle threatened to tumble over and spill its contents. I was getting rutted from behind while frantically trying to balance the tray on my hand. What a sight it must have been. Totally comical! Good thing none of the frat boys were here to watch it.

"Hehehe! Looks like Hooters can't handle the waitressing. She's even too stupid for a simple service job." I suddenly heard Gel-Boy laughing behind me.

Like, what the fuck?!? What was he doing here? Where was he coming from?

"Glad that I followed the noise on my way to take a piss!" He continued.

Duh! The bathroom was right next to the kitchen. I had totally forgotten about that. Shoot! One of my boundaries had just been passed. A frattie was watching me getting fucked and he didn't show any intention to leave. Even though I felt a deep pinch of embarrassment, it really was my fault, wasn't it? I had totally forgotten about the possibility of the frat boys going to the john.

"Hehehe! If camelhoe's too stupid for her service job, she gotta clean up her mess." Matt told Gel-Boy while continuing to ram me like a bull.

My body was shaking and trembling from the violent impacts of his thrusts but also from embarrassment and pleasure. Even though my pussy felt almost numb from the thick shaft filling it, my cunny throbbed uncontrollably.