Jessica's Change Management Ch. 15

Putting her hand on my shoulder, the secretary had forcefully pressed my body down until I grunted from the spikes digging into my ass. Gosh! No man could be as mean as a woman. A fact that was supported by blondie's actions. However, it didn't fail to have the desired effect, 'cause it turned my clamoring into a grunt.

"What's your name again?" She inquired.

OMG! I had already forgotten about the rule already. I had responded to the wrong name. Of course, it was a rhetorical question that didn't need a respond. I had a feeling, though, that Shelly wouldn't have been mad at me for not knowing about figures of speech and stuff like that.

"Now, rule number four." The trophy chick picked up where she had left off. "The rule's simple. To identify you as the office junior, you'll always chew on gum 'n blow bubbles."

SMOOCH

"Owww!"

Woah! Office junior? She must have mixed something up there. Shelly was the junior secretary and I was the senior executive. I guess that wasn't valid anymore, though. Now, I was the junior and she was my mentor. Ugh!

Remember when I had sucked a lollipop for the workers on the parking lot? For sure, it had made me feel and act and look inferior and junior and subordinate.

"Which number is it now, Miss Addams?" The secretary asked next.

This time, I didn't react, 'cause I knew better than to respond to my last name.

"Which number is it now, Jessie." Shelly repeated her question shortly after.

"Number five." I replied as the third rule demanded.

"Owww! Owww! Ouch!" She made me shriek nonetheless.

Shelly had grabbed my braided ponytail and used it as a handle to pull me up and push me down a coupla times. She had basically made me hump the pink spikes with my ass. Holy moly! My poor ass flesh started feeling raw. It must have been glowing red from all the pricking.

What had I done wrong, though? Oh righty! Oh mighty! I hadn't addressed the junior secretary properly.

"It's rule number five, Miss Keelan." I quickly said with a small voice.

"Correct, barbie." The trophy chick acknowledged. "Let's continue then. You won't sit down without permission. If given, you'll always sit in a bimbo-like fashion."

SMOOCH

"Owie!"

Oh Lordy! Bimbo-like fashion?!? Did the way I was kneeling with my ass impaled on the spikes count as bimbo-like? I didn't hope so. But I didn't inquire, 'cause I didn't want to give Shelly notions. No way! She was keeping her grip on my ponytail anyways, using it to push me down and prong my sore buns.

"Sixth rule then." She continued. "Whenever you're at the office or sent on errands, you'll behave in a bimbo-like fashion at all times."

SMOOCH

"Ouchie!"

Of course, that was kinda like a given, right? The way the last days had gone down, I was sure I would act like a total bimbo without giving it any real thought. Still, the idea of acting all bubbly and touchy-feely when meeting the consulting firm's external accountants or lawyers made me shudder. Ugh!

"Number seven. Can you keep up remembering all this stuff, barbie?" Shelly didn't miss a chance to mock me. "You'll shoot selfies whenever you're on an errand or meet a consultant, client, or supplier. You'll directly send the selfies to Mr. Ortega 'n me."

SMOOCH

"Owww ouch!"

Selfies?!? Seriously?!? I had to take pictures of myself? Oh wow! Obviously, my boss had liked the selfies I had shot in my car yesterday. However, I had never been a fan of this ridiculous practice. I mean, it was totally narcissistic 'cause selfies were only made to post them on social media, right? I had always thought girls posting ridiculous amounts of selfies had really low self-esteem 'cause it made them look so desperate for attention.

Well, attention was a good thingie, though. After all, it was the reason I was getting all dolled up for, right? I mean, it was hard work looking so pretty and glammy. The tan, acrylic nails, shiny hair, and stuff wasn't getting done by itself.

"Rule eight." The junior secretary continued unabashed. "You won't use the toilet without permission. That permission must be obtained from me."

"No way!" I screamed out my objection by default.

"Nooo waiiieee! Aiiieee! Aiiieee!" My protest turned into squeals when Shelly made me hump those terrible spikes.

Come on, seriously?!? Really, seriously? This was going way too far! What a silly rule! What if I was in a meeting with consultants or clients? Did I have to ask her then? No way!

"Rule nine." Shelly didn't care so much about my protest. "Whenever you're about to meet 'n greet a consultant, client, or supplier, you'll prep yourself by using any beauty tool at your disposal."

"Owww ouch! Owww ouch! Owie ouchie!... Please Miss, stop!" I shrieked before I even got to given the printout a kiss.

As soon as I had lifted my butt, Shelly had pushed me back down. She pumped my body up and down three times, literally using me like a piston. Ugh!

"Aww barbie, a pierced butt's a nice embellishment. Don't you agree?" She asked cunningly. "Those heels are a great beauty tool for sure."

No! Most definitely, they were not! I hadn't bought those spike heels as a beauty tool. Actually, I had bought them on a hunch without giving it much thought. Duh!

Whatever! My buns were stinging way too much for me to concentrate on those pesky rules by now. Of course, I would be using all my beauty tools. After all, I wanted to look pretty for daddy, right? Using them before meetings and stuff? No biggie!

"Final rule." Shelly eventually finished. "Failure to comply with any of these rules will incur immediate punishment. This will be awarded 'n administered by me personally or alternatively by an intern."

Oh boy! That rule wasn't much of a surprise, was it? However, the way she pushed my ass onto the spikes and enjoyed my squirming and squealing bode ill. For sure, I didn't want this trophy tart to administer any kinda punishment to me.

"Ooohhh!" I shrieked once again.

This time, however, it wasn't from pain but from shock. The moment, I had leaned forward to kiss the printout, Shelly had pulled the paper away. As she was still holding my ponytail in a firm grip, I had spent lotsa energy on moving.

Out of a sudden, though, the trophy bitch released my hair. Losing my balance, I tumbled forward. I fell onto my face! Right in front of the junior secretary! Right in the secretaries' office! Jeez! So degrading! So belittling!

"Aw barbie!" Shelly sneered, only adding to my humiliation. "Can't you concentrate for more than a second? Do we have to tie you up to keep you from skipping about 'n losing focus?"

Oh shoot! Could this young girl be any more patronizing? The ease with which she constantly talked down to me left me speechless. What left me breathless was the way she casually dropped the printout. It sailed down onto the ground right in front of me.

With a nod, Shelly made clear that I still had to leave the final bimbo signature on the paper even if it was lying on the ground now. Holy fudge! I basically had to kiss the ground right in front of her feet. Ugh!

SMOOCH

Despite my revulsion, I pushed my body up and crawled over to the printout. Hastily, I gave it a kiss, leaving a big, red mark. Oh Lordy! When Ortega had introduced the bimbo signature, it had sounded silly but innocuous. Now, it had turned into something silly and nocuous.

With the rules spelled out, Shelly handed me the printout. I guess it was time to put the new rules into action 'cause she made me take out my smartphone. Holding the paper next to my face, I put on a smile and shot a coupla pictures.

The photos nicely showed off my face with the thinned highly-arched eyebrows, my deep cleavage with the tight sequin neckline, and the printout covered with lipstick marks. However, I looked way too serious, although I had tried to flash a smile. I guess I had to practice lots.

With the first selfies sent to Ortega, Shelly folded the printout and handed it to me. I was supposed to stash it in my new purse, so I had it with me at all times. The blondie really assumed that I would literally forget the rules in a heartbeat. So belittling! So humbling! Once more, it made me feel totally stupid and unqualified.

"Now, that us girls agreed on your rules, let's get back to your sexretary tasks, barbie." Shelly exclaimed gleefully.

OMG! She was really cheery about those demeaning rules, wasn't she? What a contradiction!

"Don't you have your weekly team meeting now, dear?" She suddenly reminded me. "You forgot 'bout it, didn't you? Of course, you did!"

Shelly had meant it as a slight but it was actually true. I had totally forgotten about the meeting. These team leader tasks felt so far away nowadays.

"You don't wanna run late, do you? Now, we need to hurry, my dear." She urged. "But then, you needed awfully long to learn those rules."

Oh man! This trophy chick was so tarted-up and talked so condescendingly. What a contrast! So grating! It made me feel so inadequate 'cause I was such a Bubbly Imbecile Monster-titted Barbie Owned that I even had to take orders from a total office tart.

"Before we can see the consultants, though, Mr. Ortega decided you need an upgrade." She added. "After all, we got certain standards around here."

Oh wow! Standards?!? What a bitch! What was she talking about anyways? I mean, with my education, I was totally overqualified for the job. With my looks and outfit, I was also totally overbimbofied. After all, I looked way more bimboy than the blond secretary. Shelly was the one in need of an upgrade, not me. Yet, the Latino exec found it necessary for me. So unfair! So unreal!

"You know, Mr. Ortega liked a beauty tool he saw online. So he made me buy it for you. Isn't that nice?" Shelly explained. "He figured you got a lot of time during your ass-istant duties. So why not make the most of it?!"

Um... what? A beauty tool?

Ortega had chosen me for the upgrade instead of the secretary. That still stung. Nay! However, he had personally taken his time to select a cosmetic tool for me. That showed his attentiveness. Yay!

While I wrangled with my feelings, Shelly produced the beauty tool and put it on the table. There it was, an apple-shaped device. Taken aback, I stared at it. Shakily, I began looking from the cosmetic tool to Shelly. Back and forth, back and forth. Gosh! So unreal! So absurd!

Oh, you want to know what kinda device it was, right? Of course! Well, I had read an article about it some time back. It was the latest beauty trend or something. Back then, it had made me shake my head, 'cause it was such an absurd cosmetic tool.

Now, however, it felt like the perfect choice for my bimbo progression. I guess you already figured it out, right? It was a lip plumper, of course. It was an apple-shaped, rubbery suction device that was used to magnify lips.

"C'mon dear, off you go." Shelly prompted me. "Mr. Ortega didn't spend his money for nothing."

With trembling hands, I slowly took the suction device. The tool looked totally ridiculous. The way it worked was even ridiculouslier. It had the shape of a red plastic apple on the outside and two compartments for the lips on the inside. Sticking it on my mouth, I compressed it and inhaled. At that, I really tried not to let saliva dribble out of the corners of my lips 'cause that would have been lotsa more farcical than it already was.

Even though I felt a pinch and a burn, it wasn't really agonizing. It was kinda unpleasant but not really painful. From my position, I looked straight at a black computer screen that stood on the desk. It acted like a mirror so I could see me with the apple-shaped suction device on my mouth. Oh my gawd! It looked so ridiculous, like super laughable.

"Awww Barbie! How cute!" Miss Trophy taunted me. "You'll use it today whenever you're about to meet someone."

Really? Seriously? I mean, it was kinda handy. The suction was really tight so my hands were free. I could do work while the lip enhancer remained on my mouth. No biggie! As long as I was sitting in the secretaries' office and nobody walked by. No sweat!

For the next coupla minutes, Shelly had me pump up my lips while kneeling on the ground. I had to watch the ridiculous mirror image of my face with the apple-shaped lip enhancer on my mouth. All the time, I was on edge, 'cause I expected a consultant to walk in any second.

Fortunately, that didn't happen. When I just heaved a sigh of relief, though, Shelly reminded me of my task. Oh no! I had forgotten about it. Again! I was supposed to attend the weekly meeting. I had to do it like this, in my tight pink dress with pumped up lips. Oh wow!

Walking had never been so difficult. I mean, I had to stare at the ground so nobody could see my inflated lips. I had to take small steps so my ribbon tattoos remained hidden. I had to control my bouncing boobies so they didn't topple out of my sequin neckline.

All the way, Shelly followed me closely. She was about to participate in the meeting. Oh man! She had never taken part in any of my meetings before. Was I getting chaperoned now? Probably!

My team was already gathered in the small meeting room on the executive floor. There were five consultants present. Damon and Eric, who you might remember as the 'Funbag Boys', sat next to David, who had joined them at the afterwork party yesterday. On the other side of the table sat Steve, the newest member of my team, and Marcus, a typical career-driven workaholic. Obviously, the consultants had already started, 'cause the moment I walked inside, their discussion stopped. The room fell silent and all heads turned towards me.

Wow! What an entrance! I had their attention for sure, which I had never managed to do before, not with a crisp speech or direct orders. Drinking in the scene made me smile. However, it also made me look from guy to guy. Oh no! They could clearly see my inflated lips. They didn't even stare at my boobies, 'cause they only had eyes for my pouty mouth. I had to do something to distract the boys.

Unsure what to do, I looked at Shelly, who had followed me into the meeting room. She gave a nod to my glittery purse telling me to remember my new rules. Oh god! I hadn't thought about that yet. How was I supposed to run the meeting while adhering to all those rules? I mean, those were lotsa rules, weren't they?

Fortunately, it was the weekly meeting only, which meant that I had to set the agenda and listen to the consultants presenting their project status. Simple as that! Not lotsa thingies for me to do. Not lotsa difficult thingies, I mean.

"Miss Addams, we didn't expect you to lead the meeting today." Damon was the first to speak up. "We thought you were busy with your new project."

I opened my mouth to correct the pert consultant. But wait! The rules. Remember? I wasn't supposed to answer to my last name. So I remained silent. This was really conspicuous, though. I couldn't remain standing in the middle of the room without saying anything for the rest of the meeting. I had to do something.

First thingies first, though. Now that I remembered my instructions, there was a rule I hadn't followed yet. Opening my pink purse, I pulled out a pack of chewing gum. Popping a stick of gum into my mouth, I was finally ready for the meeting, sorta.

"Oh, Damon." I stepped up to the funbag boy and put my hand on his shoulder. "No need to be so formal 'n stuff. Call me Jessie, okay?"

Oh Lordy! Without wasting a thought on it, I had acted so touchy-feely. Chewing my gum really put me into bimbo space. Whatever! I had complied with the new rules. Yay! However, I had unintentionally bent over, so much that I had almost caused a nipples slip. Nay!

The room went silent again. The consultants looked at me, a mixture of disbelief and surprise displayed on their faces. Granted, it would have been preposterous to call Miss Addams, the strict executive, by her first name. But that part of me was old news. I didn't look the part of a serious executive anymore so there was no reason to use my executive name either, right?

"So Jessie, good thing we cleared that up although I don't catch the point." Marcus seemed in a hurry. "I think we wasted enough time. We should start the meeting now."

In a way, it was a complaint, right? Mostly, though, it was an instruction to start the meeting. Finally! However, nobody had given me permission to sit at the table so I had to remain standing. Anyhow, I started with the agenda nonetheless. Fortunately, it was short without lotsa topics. I didn't know if I could bear a long meeting while adhering to all these pesky rules.

The gum didn't really go well with my job of facilitating the meeting. It made my voice kinda faint and slurred. That made it difficult to follow my words 'cause my high-pitched bimbo talk was already distracting enough. However, there was a good side to it 'cause David asked me to come closer to the table.

Finally, I was allowed to sit down. Still, I had to do it in a bimbo-like fashion whatever that was supposed to mean. So what was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to do it? An idea came to my mind that I had picked up from a movie.

Sitting down in a kinda dramatic fashion, I pulled the chair back. Crossing my legs, I kept them strongly spread so my lower legs formed something like a triangle with my feet far apart. It made my legs look really long. Oh wow! This position really created tension in my body, so much that I sat totally straight and pressed myself into a hollow back which totally pushed out my titties.

For sure, Damon and Eric lived up to their name as funbag boys, ogling my bulging boobies with David joining their leering. After a coupla minutes, I changed position, spreading my legs wide and crossing them the other way around. Gosh! My heart was racing so much.

I guess you know which movie I was referring to, right? Kinda cliché, I know. As a result, though, a perfect fit. With the table between me and my team members, they couldn't sneak a peek under my skirt. Yet, they got a front row seat to watch the whole action. It was basically the only moment when the funbag boys weren't staring at my inflated lips. Gasp!

Even though the guys couldn't see my pantyless pussy, my heart continued beating in my throat epically. I was so nervous! I squirmed on my chair constantly. Of course, everybody noticed.

"Aren't you well, Miss Addams? Why don't you pour yourself a glass of water?" Steve suggested as a result.

Not a bad idea. And also an instruction. So I did as told and dashed down a glass of water. It really helped, 'cause it distracted me from the boys' gazes. From there, I basically hung onto the glass for dear life and continued drinking to cope with my edginess.

Did you notice? Over the course of the meeting, some of the consultants kept relapsing and called me Miss Addams. Steve in particular had the most difficulties with my new improved version. However, I didn't react to those questions. Instead, I waited for them to address me properly. During the wait, I started using my index finger to pull the gum from my mouth and wrap it around my super long porno claw like a thread. I didn't even think about it, doing it by default!

You should have seen Marcus' look. He must have thought he was in the wrong movie. It made me wince, 'cause every time I felt an ounce of respect dissipating. Umph! However, a quick glance over to Shelly reassured me 'cause she always nodded approvingly. Even though it embarrassed me, there was nothing I could do about it. These were the rules. Deal with it!

With my behavior rather derailing than facilitating the meeting, it didn't take long for the consultants to take over the moderation. Marcus began leading the meeting. Not just that, he was also quick to leave me out of the discussion.

This riled me up. I should have been happy with my bimbo tasks of chewing gum and looking pretty 'cause it was going really well for me. Still, I was used to asking the questions and determining the next steps. I was used to leading! I felt so stupid and inadequate.