Jessica's Change Management Ch. 15

Even though Justin didn't say a word, I could see the glint in his eyes when I stepped in front of him with my new outfit and the glitter purse hanging over my shoulder. The henchman appreciated my fashion choices. A good start but only a start.

The intern had gotten coffee and donuts while waiting for me and had finished them already. Sitting in my sports car, he was switching the radio channels to pass the time. It was apparent that he was really bored.

"You took too long, bitch!" He scolded me instead of saying a praise. "Too bad. You squandered your ride. Gotta walk the rest of the way, dollie."

Please what?!? I didn't get it. After all, this was my car!

When the sleazeball drove the car out of the parking bay and sped off, it slowly dawned on me. He was taking my car to get to work in time, leaving me at the mall by myself. What a dipshit! After all, I had done all the shopping for him and his boss, mostly.

It made me super angry 'cause it was so unfair, making me stomp my foot and clench my fists. However, it also stoked the tingling sensations in my body, 'cause it made me feel so helpless and dependent on men.

There wasn't lotsa going on at the mall at this time of day. So I couldn't wait for someone to pick me up and take me along. I had to walk the rest of the way. It wasn't too far to the consulting firm, but it wasn't fun in my sky high heels for sure.

Anyways, I had to get going 'cause I would be late already. My pink mini dress was about as long as the black micro mini so my new thigh tattoos were only just hidden under the fabric. I couldn't take big steps without risking the red bow tattoos to get exposed. So I ended up tottering down the sidewalk with small steps and clicking sounds.

Several cars beeped and honked when passing by. The first time, I jumped from surprise. However, it was kinda like a recognition of my efforts, wasn't it? In my hot pink mini dress, I stood out and caught men's eye for sure. As from the second hoot of a horn, I couldn't help but smile and wave at the driver. My tits were bouncing and my ass was swaying. I felt like a model on a runway, or more like, a bimbo on the pavement.

When I eventually reached the consulting firm, I couldn't tell how many cars had blared. It didn't really matter anyhow. It made me feel so pretty either way. It had really gotten me carried away, though, 'cause I had started making long strides so my dress' hemline had slipped up and revealed my bow tattoos. I had basically put my new tattoos on full display on the street.

Gawd! Having my skills on display felt so good and I was confident that Ortega couldn't keep his hands off me today. I would win the cum-petition for sure!

Anyhow, I would find out soon, 'cause I walked straight to his office. Of course, I remembered yesterday's guidelines and knocked on the door before entering. Fortunately, my boss didn't let me wait for too long this time. As soon as I stepped inside, Ortega looked up and checked the time. He looked at his watch a coupla times and shook his head.

"You're late, Miss Bimbo." He said as a greeting.

Oh wow! That was short and crisp. A warm welcome was something else.

"Um, that's for sure, daddy." I quickly replied to ease the situation. "I'm so sorry, but I totally had to shop for new clothes, you know? I wanted to look, like, super cute for you, daddy. You want me to be, like, super pretty at work, don't you?"

"Oh daddy! Did you notice my bitching new shoes?" I tried to present my new fashion items. "They look totally awesome, right?"

"I want you to look pretty indeed. But the fact remains, dummy boob, you missed your appointment." He didn't relent. "I'm too busy to wait for every little side attraction, I'm afraid."

Shoot! That hit hard. He didn't want a fashion show today. He didn't want to bother with a minor matter such as his office bimbo. He wanted to get it straight that he was the one calling the shots. I was just an insignificant side attraction. Gulp!

I was so disappointed. I had been so over-excited to present my new tattoos. I had tried so hard and made great efforts to please daddy. And the result? My boss didn't show any kinda interest. He totally snubbed me and sent me packing! I felt like a little girl on Christmas eve that had been denied her gifts. So vicious! So unfair!

"After all the training, I expected Miss Bimbo and Miss Trophy to be of equal rank, I have to say." Ortega continued. "Quite apparently, that is not the case, I'm afraid."

"For the day, Miss Trophy shall be your mentor, I conclude." My boss determined. "She will show you the ropes and you will do whatever she says, ditzy doll."

Oh no! No, no, no! Shelly was my rival not my mentor. I had reported to work to cum-pete with her not get instructed by her. She was an airhead junior secretary and not an example of professionalism. Gawd! So silly! So unacceptable!

I opened my mouth to object, but I didn't get a word out. With a wave of his hand, Ortega nipped my protest in the bud, literally choking me off. Standing in the middle of his office, I remained silent with my mouth open. Gosh! I must have looked so stupid and so over-challenged.

Ortega didn't take a look at my pink outfit or glittery accessories. I didn't even get to show him my new bow tattoos. He didn't appreciate my efforts at all. He literally tossed me away like a toy that he only used when he had the time and muse. Sniff!

"Miss Trophy is waiting for you downstairs, I assume." The Latino exec finally sent me away.

For the second time this morning, I felt like stomping my foot and clenching my fists. But I didn't. What daddy said bimbo did. If it helped me become a better ass-istant for him, I should be fine with it, right? I guess today was about watching and learning. I would do that, and soon I would get my cum-petition.

As Ortega didn't have time for his bimbo ditz, I wiggled out of his office. Even though he didn't really pay me much attention, I swayed my hips to make my ass shake and boobies bounce while I left. I didn't stop moving that way when tottering downstairs. It was kinda becoming my natural walk. Duh!

So I had to report to Shelly now, right? Even though it didn't sound compelling, the young blondie was a bimbo out and out, wasn't she? Just like me, right? This would be a hen party then! Some chit-chat, a bit of gossip and tittle-tattle. That would be it.

When I reached the secretaries' office, I knocked on the door and waited. Actually, I couldn't tell why I did it. This was Shelly, not Ortega. This was the junior secretary, not the senior executive. Still, I felt obligated to wait to be called inside.

"Jeezuz Christ!" Shelly greeted me when I walked into the room. "Where have you come from?"

I didn't respond at once, 'cause I carefully closed the door first. Better safe than sorry, right?

"Huh...?" I finally reacted kinda confused 'cause that didn't sound bubbly or cheery at all.

"I came from my mother. Hihihi!" I said the first thingie that came to mind, which was a silly attempt at a joke to ease the tension.

"That's good! You came from a cunt!" The secretary retorted. "You exist as a cunt now. So that brings you full circle! How wonderful!"

Oh dang! This didn't sound chit-chat-ish. Sorta the opposite!

In contrast to her harsh rebuke, her outfit wasn't so different from mine. Shelly was dressed to impress for sure. She wore a sexy mini dress featuring a nude strapless bodice that had a sweetheart neckline. Black trim and black piping details added contour. A black wet look skirt with a golden front zipper topped off the dress.

Along with it, the junior secretary sported a pair of black, faux-leather, knee-high platform boots. They featured gold accents with three adjustable buckles and a zipper on the side. I guess the spike heels were about 5.5" high and the platform about 1.5". A golden necklace, bracelets, and earrings added further accents and perfectly fit her long, blond hair. She wore a big hair style with clean sides, puffed crown and ponytail, giving her sleek strands lotsa volume.

Oh wow! Big hair's sexy! Big hair's fun! For sure, one of the best hairstyles for long hair. Besides, gold was so totally in style this season. The trophy chick had her fashion down, for sure.

Oh gulp! The black wet look skirt and black, faux-leather boots made her look kinda tough-ish. By contrast, my hot pink mini dress made me look way more bubbly-ish. Shelly looked super tarty, and yet I had managed to look even more bimboy.

Whatever! At least Shelly took her time to check out my outfit, not like Ortega who hadn't deigned me a look. She didn't behave chatty or bubbly, though, not saying a single word. Instead, she looked down her nose at me all the time. Getting up from her chair, she walked a coupla circles around me, snorting patronizingly whenever something flashy or brash caught her eye.

HARUMPH!

She huffed when she noticed my glittery neckline that clung so tightly to my boobies that it was stretched thin.

HARUMPH!

She puffed when she saw my black platform heels with the pink spikes.

HARUMPH! HARUMPH!

She exhaled in disdain when she pulled up the back of my dress and noticed the red ribbon tattoos.

Jeez! I felt like I was getting mustered by the principal or something. It totally gave me the creeps. It totally made me feel so small and insecure.

"Look at that outfit!" Shelly finally exclaimed. "I guess I gave you the proper name."

"What was it again?" She challenged me, although she totally knew what it was.

"Um... barbie. Duh!" I replied slightly bugged.

"Barbie! How appropriate." Shelly repeated, almost rejoicing in derision. "Do you have plastic tits like the original?"

"Nooo!" I cried out boiling with indignation. "So no!"

You're the plastic slut here! I almost shouted to her face. On the other hand, I was all natural. That wasn't totally true, though. After all, I sported fake nails and tan, thinned eyebrows and tattoos nowadays. So I opted to stay silent.

"What makes you a barbie then?" Shelly continued provoking me.

I knew what she wanted to hear, but I didn't want to say the words. Not at all.

"If you're not honest with me, I can't help you, barbie." The secretary enforced her argument. "You don't want me to tell Mr. Ortega that you rejected your mentor, do you?"

Oh darn! Of course, I didn't want that. I wanted to impress my boss and show him that Miss Bimbo was the better office tart than Miss Trophy. It would literally stifle my ascension at birth, right?

"I'm a bubbly, imbecile, monster-titted barbie owned. That's why!" I eventually said while looking to the ground and shuffling my feet in embarrassment.

Gosh! I was really glad that I had closed the door so nobody could hear me now.

"So true! So true!" Shelly cracked up.

"So, barbie..." she got serious. "You admit you need a mentor to get acquainted with your new job. No surprise there."

The way, Shelly talked all snootily totally contrasted with her tarty appearance. Woah! The airhead junior secretary was giving the educated senior executive a tongue lashing. So absurd! So demeaning!

"Don't you worry, barbie. You can continue your resexionist duties." She reassured me. "You didn't gain any laurels there, but we have to find some way to carry unproductive workers, right?"

Oh Lordy! This young blondie was really giving me a dressing-down here!

"As a sexretary, though, you got a few more tasks to take care of." Shelly stated. "We all know it's gonna overstrain you. But we'll have to live with that."

Oh wow! This roasting wasn't gonna stop any time soon, was it? Actually, it seemed like the secretary really enjoyed lecturing me.

"Look at you, barbie! If you dress up, then do it right! Is there anything you can do properly?" She chided me. "You see, you're lost without a mentor!"

"When you buy heels like that, you have to use them correctly, my dear." She prompted me although I didn't get her drift.

"Oh dear, barbie! No surprise, they're calling you dummy." She exclaimed in exasperation. "Get down!"

Oh, I see! That's what she was talking about. She wanted me in the position that had made those heels famous. All righty! She could have that if it made her stop calling me an idiot. As long as nobody would see me in this revealing position, I was fine with it.

Even though I did as told, my hesitation and indecision clearly annoyed Shelly. Putting her hand on her hip, she threw me a reproachful look. I couldn't bear that look, not from a junior secretary. So I leaned further back.

Ouch! The moment, I sat onto the back of my heels, the pink spikes dug into my soft flesh. Woah! They were really pointy and sharp, pricking me. It made me squeal and lift my butt. As soon as Shelly noticed, though, she shook her head. Her gaze said it all. She disapproved but had expected no less from the bubbly imbecile bimbo. Shoot!

Her reaction made me feel so much more embarrassed. Slowly, I lowered my ass back onto the heels. Oh dang! The spikes pricked my butt, making me grit my teeth. So achy! So stingy!

"Now, we're talking, barbie!" Shelly finally remarked after letting me awkwardly squirm around for some time. "Took you long enough."

"As of now, that's your position when your mentor's around." She made plain. "Can you remember that?"

"Now that we got that straight, let's talk about this mentor business, shall we? You just proved what we all know. You're thick as a brick, aren't you?" The secretary belittled me without missing a beat.

"You certainly need strict rules to keep you in line." She concluded. "That way, you might even be capable of doing something remotely resembling actual work."

"Of course, we all know you're as forgetful as stupid." Shelly continued her tongue lashing. "So I printed out your new ass-istant rules."

Oh boy! I needed rules? I needed to be kept in check? I needed the rules printed out, so I wouldn't forget them. Oh my gawd! This young blondie knew how to make me feel incompetent and unqualified at the same time.

"You know the drill, barbie." Shelly added. "Show me you somewhat understood the rule by putting your mark on it."

My mark? What was that supposed to be? Was she taking about the bimbo signature, I mean the lipstick mark?

"Aww, you look overcharged, my dear." Shelly interrupted my thoughts when she saw my confusion. "Don't rack your little brain over it. Only gives you ugly crinkles 'n we don't want that, right? You need to look pretty for Mr. Ortega!"

"I'm not talking 'bout the bimbo signature, of course. That's yesterday's news." She explained. "What you got your bimbo switch for?"

Holy fudge! She was talking about my zipper piercing! It only confused me more, though. How did she want me to use the clit piercing?

"Here! Let me show you, my dear." Shelly took action when I didn't react. "You see, that's what a mentor's for."

Grabbing my glitter purse , she pulled out my lipstick. Squatting down next to me, she rudely grabbed the sequin hem of my dress and pulled it up until my pussy was exposed. Lifting the zipper with her forefinger, she started putting lipstick onto the gold jewelry. Woah! She really caked the red lipstick on.

"You get it now, barbie?" The junior secretary asked when she was finished. "You use your bimbo switch as a stamp."

Oh my god! Was this different to the bimbo signature? As if! This seemed even worse 'cause I had to expose my pussy and press my clit onto the printout. So laughable! So hysterical!

"Okay. First rule then." Shelly started after I had reluctantly nodded my approval. "As bimbo ass-istant, you're under my direct authority 'n will always address me as Miss."

Umph! The first rule and I didn't like it already. Still, I forced myself to flash a smile and nodded enthusiastically. I knew that my expression must have looked totally fake, but I couldn't take another tongue-lashing. So I was determined to grin and bear it.

When Shelly put the printout on the ground right in front of me, I knew what to do. However, it was easier said than done. Lifting my ass off the spikes, I sharply inhaled 'cause my sore butt flesh made itself felt. Shuffling forward a few inches, I placed my legs on each side of the paper and lowered myself.

Jeez! This was really difficult! I didn't reach the paper in my kneeling position. I basically had to lay down flat with my titties pressed onto the ground and hump the floor. Gasp! On top of that, I had to press the painted zipper piercing onto the printout extra firmly to leave a lipstick mark. It didn't work the first time or the second or the third. Ugh! I needed four tries to finally succeed. However, the stamp didn't show the shape of the zipper at all. Instead, it was totally smeared.

"Looks like you need more training, my dear." Shelly wasn't impressed.

I barely listened, though, 'cause I was occupied with whining and yammering. After all, sitting back onto the pink spikes made me grimace epically. Still, I managed to suppress any kinda squeal when the spikes dug into my flesh. Somehow, I didn't want Shelly to take me for a whiny, little brat. Go figure!

"Shall we continue, barbie?" The trophy chick was kinda impatient. "As bimbo ass-istant, you'll only answer to the name Jessie 'n won't respond to Miss Adams as it no longer applies."

Oh, how I hated being called Jessie! Oh, how I hated giving the bimbo stamp! Oh, how I couldn't help but show my displeasure with indignant clamoring!

Despite my aversion, I quickly shuffled over to the printout. This time, I tried a different approach, grabbing the paper and holding it up to my pussy. I pressed the printout against my crotch, trying to leave a lipstick stamp that was better defined.

"Oh barbie! That's cheating. I can't let that count." Shelly called me out.

"On top of that, it looks as bad as before." She remarked. "What a clumsy ditz you are!"

"You're too inept for something so difficult. We have to revert back to simple things then." She said in that belittling 'told you so' voice. "Let's stick to the basics, shall we? A bimbo signature must do."

Oh no! I had failed! I had failed at giving a bimbo stamp. So pathetic! So absurd! It caused a deep pinch of embarrassment. After all, I had disappointed my mentor.

Shelly, however, didn't seem to waste a thought on it 'cause she continued reading out the rules just like that.

"As bimbo ass-istant, you'll obey any 'n all instructions whether given by me, Mr. Ortega, or any other person in the office without answering back or arguing." She read out.

This rule was kinda logical. After all, I wouldn't dare resisting daddy's instructions anyhow. The way, Shelly gave me a royal dressing-down, I wouldn't dare defying her, either.

With Shelly holding the printout in front of me, I knew what to do. However, she held it way off my face so I had to lean forward to give it a kiss.

SMOOCH

Giving the printout a noisy smacker, I left a fat red lipstick mark on it. Jeez! The bimbo signature was a super comical act, so much that it made me cry out with indignation. Yet, the result looked way better than the bimbo stamp. In fact, I had succeeded with the first try. On closer inspection, the lipstick mark kinda looked like one of my ass tattoos. What a great fit! I guess, in a way, Shelly was right. It was appropriate.

"Ouch!" I suddenly squealed.

I had just realized why Shelly had held the printout far away from my face. Getting back into position, the spikes stabbed my ass. Oh dang! She was making me sit up and down, making me prong my buns repeatedly. What a bitch!

"Aww, don't you enjoy your position, barbie?" The trophy chick was quick to ask in derision. "Ready for the next rule, Miss Addams?"

"Yes." I simply replied, squirming in my position.

"Owiiieee!" I yelped a second later.