Jessica's Change Management Ch. 13

Fortunately, Barry was so tall and heavyset that Miss Keelan hadn't seen me yet 'cause she couldn't see around his massive body. Any second, though, she would step next to him. Closing my eyes, I struggled with the feeling of embarrassment that overwhelmed me. Just like a little kid I hoped the secretary couldn't see me if I couldn't see her. Really stupid!

"Oh, it's okay, Michelle." I suddenly heard the fat workman say. "It's my typical Lemon Monday. I forgot to test the fax feature. Could you check it out for me 'cause I gotta hurry."

Re-opening my eyes, I looked at the back of the paunchy repairman. He had turned around to face Miss Keelan, still blocking her view.

"No prob, Barry." The young secretary replied. "I test it right away before Miss Addams finds out about it. She's a real bitch about trifles like that, you know? She's a real stickler."

Oh wow! How nice! So I was a bitch and a stickler? Actually, I was just showing off my boobies to an unknown repairperson. Oh, the irony!

Besides, who did she think she was? I was still her superior! Then again, I was trying out as the new rookie receptionist. In a way, that meant I was her junior! Yikes!

Whatever! At least, her comment told me that she hadn't detected me yet. I should be glad about it and let the rest slide. Before I could do anything rash, I fortunately heard the clicking sound of Miss Keelan's heels. She was heading back to the copy room.

"Alright! I helped you out. Now, it's your turn." Barry told me after turning back around. "I can still call Michelle back."

Oh my god! My head was spinning. I was standing in front of the paunchy repairman with my titties exposed. Yet, he wanted more. What could I offer? Whatever it was it had to be quick and simple 'cause I was running out of time. After all, the call was still on hold. Besides, James and Robert could walk out of the interns' office any moment. I had to get out of this situation.

Keeping my arms pressed together to hold the phone in place in between my boobies, I awkwardly reached down and pulled my hemline up. Hastily, I splayed my legs to reveal my shaved pussy and the 'LGZ' crown tan tattoo above.

Shaking my hips, I seductively made the pearl necklace sway. Pushing my pussy lips open with the French-nailed fingers of my right hand, I showed off my wet, pink cunt flesh. Totally enticing!

The fat workman nodded appreciatively. However, there remained a hint of expectancy in his look. He wanted more. He wouldn't let me off the hook like that. Dang! I was so running out of time!

"Why don't you come back tomorrow to check on the printers, sir? I'll show you my appreciation then, like in-depth, you know?" I purred, shaking my hips and shoulders to make the bead chain sway alongside my boobies. "I mean, you can check my assets then in depth, sir. Hihihi!"

Apparently, my selling points convinced the blue-collar worker 'cause a smile spread over his face when he nodded in agreement. He still didn't let me go before reaching out and roughly squeezing my fleshy mounds, leaving a red imprint on my bronzed titty meat.

"Better be here tomorrow! You don't want me to have a word with Michelle 'bout the new receptionist, do you?" The paunchy repairman left a final threat before walking past me.

In a hurry, I pulled the zip neckline up to cover my titties and brushed the hemline down over my buns. Turning around, I finally headed to the stairway. The moment, I reached the first step, James and Robert stepped out of the interns' office. I basically jumped the steps up the stairs. I nearly stumbled, but at least my former subordinates only saw my back.

Oh wait! The 'pearly tail' was still dangling off my ass, projecting from under my white dress. Had they seen it? I dunno but it was too late to do anything about it. Bummer!

Hurrying down the executive floor, I finally reached Ortega's office with Justin in tow. Oh wow! It had been such a short distance through the office. Yet, it had turned into a real odyssey. Stepping into the room, my archrival was sitting at his computer working on some project.

Knowing that I wasn't supposed to use my hands, I stepped next to the smug exec and bowed down. Cupping my titties with my sore palms, I made the cordless phone tumble out of my bust right into Ortega's waiting hand. The way he snorted at this pathetic display showed a mixture of amusement, arrogance, and approval. Not too bad, right?

"Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." Ortega addressed the committee member after taking the phone.

"Oh, you heard right. It was Miss Addams. You met her before if I remember correctly." My archrival suddenly responded to the caller.

Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! My hopes had been in vain.

"Hehehe! Absolutely! We found a better fit for her at our company." Ortega continued chatting with the committee member. "However, she's still learning the ropes of her new position. You have to excuse the long wait."

Oh! My! Gawd! They were talking about me on the phone. They were bad-mouthing me while I was listening and I couldn't do anything about it. Actually, Ortega kinda had a point with what he said. Once again, my face blushed deeply and my gaze roamed to the ground. I couldn't look at the smug exec while he was painting my name black.

While the men continued chatting, I remained standing next to Ortega with my French-nailed hands underneath my titties to cup my funbags. Now that I was idly standing about, I noticed my thirst again. Jeez! I was constantly licking my lips 'cause they were so dry. They literally felt parched. I badly needed something to drink. No way, though, I would ask the Latino snob for his liquid gift.

"It's good to hear your perspective on that project pitch, I have to say." Ortega continued without deigning me a look. "You've seen her. You've heard her. She's not the fastest learner, I'm afraid. She's not the brightest bulb in the box, either. We have to forgive her for letting her best skills speak for herself."

Oh! My! Fucking! Gawd! The bad-mouthing was so belittling, so derisive, so degrading. In return, my pussy was so throbbing, so twinging, so sopping. I was getting light-headed, as much from humiliation as from the need for release.

"Of course, we will do that. Let me assure you that we are grateful for this opportunity. We intend on making the most of it." Ortega eventually made an appointment with the committee member.

That was weird. I thought we had lost the project and the company wasn't working with us anymore. Whatever! None of my concerns, right? I had to focus on passing the ass-essment center, not on worrying about past projects.

So I refrained from asking any stupid questions until the call was over. When Ortega finally hung up the phone, I was still standing at his side, stewing in my humiliations as much as in my juices.

"So tell me, did the bimbo candidate pass the final test?" My archrival addressed Justin instead of me.

"Well, she took too long to bring you the phone, sir. That's a minus." The taskmaster directly started with the negative points. "However, she carried the phone correctly, she was polite to the client, and she was compliant to the repairman. That's three pluses."

"I'd say the yummy dummy passed the test." The rude intern concluded.

Yay! I had passed the test. I had succeeded in the ass-essment center. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

My job was safe. My career was safe. At least, for another day. I reacted to this joyful message by clenching my fists, lifting my arms in the air, and jumping on the spot to celebrate my success.

When I eventually calmed down from letting out my delight, a bad taste remained in my mouth. I didn't really know if I ought to laugh or cry. Despite the success, the silly game had been demoting to the max. What an emotional rollercoaster! It left me as exhausted as agitated but also as excited as debased.

Even though my mind was totally woozy from arousal, I somehow felt like the process had changed something deep inside of me. I couldn't quite grasp it but something was different. Had it altered the perception of myself as a professional? Maybe. Had it altered the way I acted around my colleagues in the office? Maybe.

"The bimbo candidate completed the ass-essment center." Ortega stated totally emotionless. "Yet, we still need to finish the 'ABC of hiring' before we can make a final decision."

Woah! What a damper! The silly game still wasn't over? Darn! I felt like the Latino snob had just thrown cold water on my hopes. It must have shown. Actually, I must have looked like a drowned rat 'cause it made my rival and his henchman laugh at me.

"The way the bimbo candidate carried the phone and necklace scores high on the B scale. I grant her that." My loathed rival remarked. "She is a 'Busty Booty Bitch' indeed."

Jeez! Was that a compliment? Was that an encouragement? For sure, it sounded like that, giving me new hope.

"We may examine how high she scores on the A scale now." He ordered next. "I believe she is an 'All Access Airhead', too."

"We all know about the airhead part after all." He chuckled. "However, I wager that anus is twitching for a cumload, too."

"Taylor, do you have a minute?" The smug exec suddenly picked up the phone and called the black intern. "Miss Addams' rectum is yearning for your attention."

Woah! Had he just said that over the phone? So staggering! Did he still deem me unworthy of his dick, using Taylor as a stunt cock instead? So presumptuous!

"You don't have much time, I'm afraid, ditzy doll." Ortega suddenly gave me a hint. "You may get into proper position before Taylor arrives."

Oh boy! The black Footballer was probably on his way already. Once again, I didn't have much time. It vexed me to the max that the Latino snob refused me his cock. However, I had to suppress my annoyance and act quickly. It had been difficult to find a good position the first time around. I couldn't kneel underneath the desk for a second time. I had to find something else.

The different tasks I had performed during the ass-essment center raced through my head. Although, racing wasn't the right word. They rather crawled 'cause the sheer anticipation of getting fucked electrified my pussy and fogged my mind.

No way, I could come up with anything creative. However, I remembered the first task. I had to file documents. Maybe, I could start there. Hastily, I walked over to the filing cabinet and pulled out the bottom drawer.

Bending over, I pushed my head down and kept my legs straight until my ass was high up in the air and my lips almost touched the files. I could feel the hemline of my white pencil dress rising up. However, it wasn't enough to show off my asshole yet.

I had to get ready for assfucking, remember? So I grabbed the hemline and fully pushed it over my round, curvy buns. Oh, wait! The bead chain was still up my ass. Quickly, I grabbed the free end of the pearl necklace and started pushing a couple of beads up my pussy. I didn't stop before I had a good grip on the chain. Then I carefully pulled the beads from my ass.

Yay! I was ready before Taylor had arrived. Almost ready. From all the plugging and unplugging of the 'pearly tail', my butthole had loosened up already. Yet, I had to present my anal asset more enticingly, didn't I? So I reached back, laid my French-nailed hands onto my buns and spread my ass crack wide open.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned when Justin stepped up to me and ran his palm over my pussy.

"That cunt's leaking. The yummy dummy needs it badly." He commented the wetness of my pussy.

"How you like the bitch's position, sir?" He asked Ortega next.

"Appropriate," was the short reply. "Make sure the bimbo candidate stays that way."

Only too eager to follow Ortega's order, his young henchman grabbed the golden tie that hung off my neck. Threading the tie around the bottom drawer, he knotted it together. Dang! He had used the necktie to chain me up.

"Oh! Oh! Ooohhh!" I helplessly moaned again when Justin tapped my pussy.

"C'mon dollie, fetch that bone!" He told me when I felt him placing a finger at my asshole.

Despite his deprecating tone, I couldn't resist. Instantly, I started moving my hips back, engulfing his finger with my ringpiece. I was so aroused I needed my holes filled, whichever, however. Greedily, I began pumping my bunghole up and down his finger.

"Are you a yummy dummy?" He taunted me.

"Yesss, I am! I'm your little yummy dummy." I grunted.

Gosh! I was pleading and groveling so submissively. There wasn't even a hint of the sophisticated business executive left. Actually, nothing could be further from my mind. The only thing occupying my thoughts was my pleasure and how to quench it.

"You wanna be a good ass-istant?" The intern brute continued teasing me.

By now, I was rapidly pumping my asshole up and down Justin's finger. Actually, he had added a second finger to the mix, nicely stretching out my butthole. If he meant well-trained ass whore with ass-istant, it definitely applied to me. I was so far gone in my arousal that I didn't even think about my replies anymore, responding on impulse.

"Yes, fer surrr!" I screamed. "Please, sir, let me be your ass-istant. Oh fuck! Ass-ess my skills as sexretary. Ass-ess my skills as resexionist. Oh, yes! Whatever you want. Just give me cock."

"Now that you mention your ass-istant skills." Justin was quick to jump at the topic. "A good ass-istant always cleans up."

Um... okay. I had already cleared up Ortega's desk and tidied up the receptionist station. So I guess I was set in that department.

"Uuurrrggghhh!" I shrieked, anyhow, when Justin made it clear that he had a different kind of cleaning in mind.

With a yank, he had pulled the pearl necklace from my pussy. With my cunt sopping, the beads had easily slipped out. Without hesitation, the young henchman had stuffed the other end of the chain up my open mouth.

Yikes! The taste hit me at once. The slimeball had pushed the beads from my ass to my mouth. He was making me clean my ass juice off the pearls. Barf!

"Ugh! No! Ugh! Ugh! Uuurrrggghh!" I whined and yammered.

Justin didn't give a shit about my complaining. Instead, he added a couple anal beads to my mouth. Yuck! The anal flavor intensified so badly. The taste was so bitter, so rancid, and so musky. Totally gross! Totally grody!

Tasting my own ass off my pearl necklace was yukky to the max. The bitter taste made me nauseous. However, it was also humiliating to the max. And of course, the degradation made my pussy lurch. So demeaning! So intense!

Ever so slowly, the gross taste relented a bit. Just then, the door opened and Taylor walked in. I was a sopping and sobbing mess with my pussy leaking and my head spinning as much from arousal as nausea. And the stunt cock had only just arrived.

The black intern didn't need much of an introduction. He wasn't even surprised about my submissive position tied to the file cabinet. Yet, he was still the most caring of the intern bunch.

"Everything okay with you, Miss Tease." He whispered into my ear when stepping behind me.

Nothing was okay. I was getting blackmailed by my archrival. I was getting assessed as his personal ass-istant. That didn't matter at the moment, though. Actually, it didn't even cross my mind. My brain had been switched off, leaving me focused on my need for relief.

"Please, Taylor. Fuck my ass. I need your cock!" I uttered in between my huffs and puffs.

Despite his concern, my slutty behavior seemed to dissipate his worries. With Ortega as the new player calling the shots, he had obviously reverted back to his shy, reluctant self. So he simply pulled his big, black meat tool from his pants.

Running the tip of his cockhead all the way across my wet pussy, he made me twitch and tremble in pleasure. Oh wow! It felt so good that my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I almost lost my footing. My twat was so sloppy that Taylor easily scooped up pussy juicy to slick up his shaft before placing it in between my ass crack.

My fake-nailed hands were still dutifully spreading my ass cheeks apart. With his cock in position, the black Footballer grabbed my wrists and used them to pull me backwards.

Relentlessly, he tugged and pulled. However, his big, hard meat tool was far bigger than anything that had previously been crammed up my ass today. Despite my anal training lately, my bunghole wasn't used to his massive size and my anal ring resisted bravely.

Even though my pussy juices covered his dick, the Football hunk still had to ferret his way up my butthole, which he did by dipping his cockhead inside me. With the tip of his dick stretching my ringpiece, he started pressing slowly but inexorably against my butt until it gave way. Even though I continued spreading my buns as wide as I could with my French-nailed hands, I was panting heavily by the time his shaft was buried down my ass chute.

"You may start with testing how well the bimbo candidate can take a shafting." Ortega remarked matter-of-factly.

"C'mon dude, the bitch wants to be the new ass-istant! Stomp that bimbo ass into the ground!" Justin urged his fellow intern when he didn't react immediately.

Of course, that was enough for the black Footballer to follow his lead. Like dropping a hammer, he drilled his giant meat tool down until his crotch forcefully slammed into my buns.

"Uuummmppphhh!" I grunted when the sheer force drove the air out of me.

Taylor, however, started steamrolling my poor asshole, dropping his massive shaft with all his power. It felt like he was tackling my butt as if it was the opposing running back. Every thrust was followed by a loud clash of crotch against buns. Goring my bunghole, he reamed me out really hard.

"Oooh! Umph! Aaah! Umph! Ooohhh!" I gritted my teeth to grunt under my breath.

There wasn't much else I could do anyways. My head was tied to the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet by the necktie. My arms were held on my back by Taylor's vice grip. I barely managed to keep standing on my feet while my legs twitched and my pussy throbbed with every hammer stroke.

"Oooh! Umph! Aaah! Umph! Argh!" I suddenly squealed through my gritted teeth when my legs gave way.

PLOP

My body couldn't withstand Taylor's anal assault any longer and my knees folded sending me down into a kneeling position. My tumble was accompanied by a loud pop when the black intern's giant shaft slipped out of my asshole.

As soon as my knees hit the ground, I felt my shithole gaping open like a barn door. On impulse, I instantly stretched my buns wide to show off my gape in all its glory and wink it at Ortega. I still had to convince my loathed rival of my ass-istant qualities, right?

"We can conclude the bimbo candidate is a little gaperella." Ortega stated almost patronizingly. "We may see how well bitchy face can swallow a shaft with her rectum now."

"Bitch, move that ass 'n gobble up that cock." Justin shouted at me like a drill instructor.

As I was still panting from the aggressive ass fucking, I actually could have used a little break. I wasn't granted a pause, though. Gathering my strength, I got off my knees, which was kinda hard with my neck tied to the bottom drawer. Fortunately, Taylor helped out by pulling on my arms until his cockhead was back at my anal entrance.

The rest, however, I had to do all by myself. Following Ortega's instruction, the black intern leaned back and let me do the hard work. Pushing my butt backwards, I spread my buns wider than ever and wriggled my hips until half his shaft was firmly embedded up my ass pipe.

Resolutely stretching my butt cheeks open, the white tips of my long, fake fingernails rested on my ringpiece. Gosh! My wrinkled ass ring was strung bow-taut. It almost felt uncreased. Oh boy! My bunghole was about to be torn to shreds!