Jessica's Change Management Ch. 15

Instead, I found myself standing on the hallway in front of the closed door. The smug exec really made me wait while he was getting his dick sucked by Miss Trophy. So cocky! So mean! I was bristling in anger all the while.

After something like 5 minutes, Ortega called me back inside. My gaze instantly focused on daddy's cock. It was going limp while Shelly was dabbing her mouth. Obviously, he had blown his wad down her throat. He waved me over to him and let me stow away his meaty tool. Oh Lordy! That was my job now? That was what I was good for? So devaluing! So disparaging!

"Chop chop, dummy boob! Be quick about the errands and don't dawdle." The exec sent me away as soon as I had stuffed his cock into his pants.

The fact that I had to make it out of the office without running into a consultant only increased my nervousness. Fortunately, we were on the executive floor. So I went straight down the stairway to the backdoor exit. I reached the parking lot without running into anyone. Lucky me!

Ortega had given me his car keys to take care of his first task. I had to go get his car washed. So I tottered over to his big German luxury car, which totally fit him and his personality. Gosh! I drove super carefully with the big car, 'cause I didn't want to ding it or get a scratch on it. I bet, my boss cared more about his car than his bimbos.

Anyways, I didn't need long to find a car wash. Fortunately, it was a semi-automatic conveyorized wash and not a self-service wash. I mean, I really wasn't dressed to wash a car today, and besides my long porn claws wouldn't have allowed me to do so anyhow.

It was a bit stressful to get the car positioned correctly and I almost panicked when it didn't work straight away. Kinda ridiculous, I know. After all, I was a senior exec used to giving complex presentations and running long meetings. That hadn't worked out so well lately, though, and I was hyper nervous 'cause scratches and stuff.

Whatever! When it finally worked, the car got pushed through the tunnel without a problem. Driving out of the car wash, I decided to refuel 'cause the tank was almost empty. So I popped the fuel cap when an attendant approached the luxury car. However, the trunk popped open. Holy moly! I had used the wrong release. So silly! So cringy!

My embarrassment only increased when I noticed the two other attendants stopping their work, looking over to me, and laughing at my mishap. Oh dang! This wasn't my car! How was I supposed to know the switches? That didn't matter, though. I had made a fool of myself in front of these ancillary workers!

Quickly, I got out of the car to hurry inside the store and hide from the attendants. The moment, I opened the door and stepped out, however, their laughter stopped. Instead, their eyes grew wide until they almost popped out of their heads.

My outfit! Of course, they were seeing my hot pink mini dress for the first time. What an entrance! What an appearance! It totally worked. It totally made it worth the while. The effort I had put into my makeup, styling, and clothes really paid off. I had their full attention! I made them think about fucking me silly! Yay!

"Eeeggghhh!" I suddenly shrieked.

I guess my entrance had been too powerful. It had overwhelmed the Asian attendant, so much that he dropped the water hose he was currently using on another car. The moment, it hit the ground, the water literally sprayed everywhere. Most of all, it hit my body, and mostly it splashed against my belly and all over my titties.

"Cooold!" I gasped in between my shrieks.

Oh gawd! The water drenched my pink dress, making it see through at the most important parts. On top of that, my nipples got rock hard poking through the wet material 'cause cold.

While I screeched and shrieked, my arms flapped around wildly and I turned around to escape the jet of water. Presenting my backseat, however, I totally showed off my red ribbon tattoos. In panic, I reached back to pull the dress down and cover my bimbo upgrades. Of course, that didn't work 'cause Ortega's customization. Instead, my long, fake nails literally acted as a beacon, like a flare of glitter, and steered everybody's gaze right to my decorations. Ugh!

Oh so promptly, I turned back around. By now, some attendant had managed to turn off the water tap. So quick, right? However, they had all seen the tattoos 'cause they started discussing the meaning of the ribbons. They didn't even have the good grace to whisper, talking loud and proud instead. I guess a drenched slut showing off her assets didn't deserve that kinda decency. Gasp!

With my head as red as my fake nails, I tottered into the store to finish this cursed errand. It had sounded so easy and had become so difficult. The black cashier mustered me urgently when I stepped in front of him. Maybe, he was a bit afraid of me complaining about the attendants. Maybe, he was trying to drink in as much of my boobies shining through the dress as he could.

Whatever! That moment, I didn't even think about filing a complaint. I even forgot about my intent to leave quickly. His stare turned me into a total showoff instead. Pushing my elbows together, I made my funbags bulge in their wet confines and leaned forward when handing that dude my credit card. I even ran the white tips of my super long ombré nails over his lower arm when he took the card off me. Gosh! A salacious stare was enough to make me feel all drippy and act all slutty. Gulp!

I was so distracted by all the male attention that I didn't even ask about using the store's restroom to try and dry off my clothes. Instead, I walked back out with my dress still wet and see-through.

On to the next errand then. It couldn't go any worse, I mean better, I mean whatever. Oh no, stop! Not so fast! I had almost forgotten something. The selfies! I had to document every errand with a selfie, right?

Good thingie, I hadn't driven off already. Instead, I got back out of Ortega's luxury car and positioned myself in front of the car hood. There weren't any costumers present so the attendants were still mingling around. As soon as they saw me shooting pictures, they approached me. What was I supposed to do? Of course, I couldn't talk my way out of it. I found it lotsa easier to convince them to take some photos with me.

Standing next to the car, I shot a pic with every dude. I didn't really have a clue what Ortega expected, so I tried to capture my face and bust on one side and the shiny, polished car on the other. Oh, and the guy somewhere in there, too.

The first dude in line was the tall, muscular black cashier. He was so big, I appeared really tiny when he put his arm around my shoulders. Inspecting the selfie, I didn't really like it, 'cause I was still looking way too serious.

The second attendant was a small Asian man. He was smaller than me. Actually, his face was right at the height of my titties, which made them look really big compared to his head. This time, I tried to smize, like smiling with my eyes. Something, I had read in one of those glamour mags. Relaxing my face, I widened my eyes to get the extra twinkle. Yet, it didn't look right, either.

The third dude was a college-aged blond boy who put his arm around my hips and firmly pushed my boobies against his chest while I flashed a bright smile. Pretty cheeky that dude! Obviously, he was paving the way here 'cause the fourth dude, a thirty-ish guy with long greasy hair and even longer beard, pinched my ass the moment I pressed the trigger. Really brash! It bowled me over, so much I ended up looking über-dumbfounded with my mouth wide open.

No way, the attendants were content with a single picture, though. Lucky for them, I still wasn't satisfied with the selfies. So I ended up posing in front of the hood with a dude on each side. This time, I remembered something. Pushing my lips together, I flashed a combination of a pout and a pucker. The duckface! Remember?

That looked way more bimbo-like, especially when the black man and the college boy both pushed their hands under my dress. With the next selfie, I pursed my lips even harder, making an epic pout. I was so focused on the perfect duckface that the Asian dude and the bearded sleazeball took me by surprise when they pushed their heads down and placed them on both my funbags. Just when I pushed the trigger, they literally used my boobies as meat pillows. Gasp!

It was insolent to the max but it created an awesome selfie. The ducklips, the see-through mini dress, and the meat pillows. Perfect! So I sent it straight to Ortega. Task fulfilled. Yay!

Those four dudes, however, didn't want to let me go. There wasn't much going on at the car wash and there were no other customers around. I guess it didn't happen too often that a hot bimbo crossed their path and took selfies with them. I was the perfect distraction from their drudge job, which was a good thingie 'cause it sounded like a job description for a bimbo, right?

I bet, they were looking for an easy score thinking they would get lucky with me. But I wouldn't go that far. Daddy hadn't allowed it and I was on the clock. So I tried my best to fob them off. That turned out more difficult than expected, though.

Those dudes wouldn't let up on me. As we were in an industrial area, there was no one else around and I was way too deep into subspace to tell them off harshly. So they began fondling my butt and kneading my titties. Oh my god! I was standing on the lot of a car wash with my boobies out and my ass exposed.

Most of all, though, they were still fascinated with my tattoos. Discovering the lip-tattoos on my buns had elicited loud cheers from the group and they couldn't stop tracing the shapes of the tattoos with their fingers in between pinching my butt flesh. They still hadn't figured out the meaning of my new tattoos, though. Through the growing blur of my arousal, it gave me an idea.

"Boys, boys, boys, like wow." I playfully chided them with a raised forefinger. "Not so brash. A lady wants to get wined 'n dined, you know?"

Like I was looking or acting or sounding like a lady. As if!

"What you say, boys?" I made my move. "If you, like, guess the meaning of my tats, you know, I make it worth your while, like totes. Okay?"

Well, that lit a fire under them, for sure. After looking at each other in bafflement for a coupla seconds, they started throwing out words and expressions, wildly talking across each other. In the meantime, I stepped in front of Ortega's luxury car to shield my backside from their view.

"Bimbo!" They had that one figured out quickly.

"Beautiful!" They were getting close.

Shoot! They were guessing better than expected. This was getting dangerous so I changed course.

"Yesss boys!" I cheered, jumping on the spot and clapping my hands in enthusiasm. "You got the first one. Almost."

"Bwooteefuuuhhhl buhmbo uht uhs." I puckered my lips for a duckface while saying the words, just as daddy had told me.

Even though I had tried to braze myself for it, I couldn't help but flush beet red.

"You know boys, no pun intended, like literally." I had to give them a broad hint.

When they finally understood the wordplay, they had a ball laughing and shouting my nickname like a fan chant or stuff. It made my face burn with shame, so much I felt like the skin was about to melt off. Ugh!

"But boys, there's, like, another pun in there, you know?" I continued the guessing game. "Bimbo's a word that's, like, totally made up of other words."

Gosh! That was hard to explain, mostly 'cause I couldn't remember the technical term thingie for it. Anyhow, the dudes understood what I meant. Once again, they started shouting and talking across each other until they settled on five words.

"Bubbly." Shocker! My heart stopped a beat when they guessed the first word right.

"Idiotic." Wrong! But so close it could count. This was getting dangerous.

"Milfy." No, not at all. A single incorrect word wouldn't be enough to tell them off, though.

"Bratty." Wrong again. Oh goodie!

"Ooberbitch." That word needed to be spelled incorrectly to fit. So totally wrong!

Phew! That had been close! I had already felt the sweat on my brow. Yet, the words were just as mean and nasty and degrading and exciting as the ones Shelly had chosen. The ones I had to tell them now.

"Bawwwbliiieee uhmbecile bawwwrbiiiee awwwned!" I mumbled with puckered lips.

I had to repeat it four times until all dudes had understood the words, which neither helped my embarrassment nor the heat on my cheeks nor the juice leaking from my coochie. I turned around, opened the car door and got inside before the attendants could react, mostly 'cause I was afraid I might cum on the spot from the next degrading comment.

"So sorry, boys!" I told them. "Totally close but not close enough."

"Three times the charm, you know?" I didn't know why but I teased a return before speeding off.

Phew! That had taken longer than planned. I should really get going with the next errands. Fortunately, I didn't run into another group of horny men on the next coupla errands. Those were really boring, actually.

I had to take some cash transfer forms to the bank, deliver some documents to daddy's accountant, and pick up a suit from the laundry shop. Ortega had been right. There wasn't lots I could do wrong with these tasks.

It was way past noon when I had dealt with all assignments except for one. I had to buy food for dinner. My mind was focused on some other thingie, though. Snapping the selfies, I had constantly used my smartphone. As a result, I had also constantly checked my text messages.

As I told you before, I was trying to reach D-Rod over the last coupla days, right? I had called him, sent him text messages, and stuff like that. He hadn't responded yet. I was getting worried. Why didn't he call back? Why didn't he answer my texts?

I had to find out. That was why I decided to drive to the fast food joint where Checo worked. I would combine buying dinner and exploring D-Rod's whereabouts. Yeah! Great plan, girl!

Feeling kinda enthusiastic, I headed to the barrio food concourse that D-Rod had shown me and drove onto the parking lot of the taco joint. Before I stepped out of the luxury car, I made sure to rearrange my appearance.

Fortunately, the wet dress had dried by now although I wasn't so sure that it was really such a good thingie. Seeing my boobies through the pink top would have probably pleased Checo. I guess I had to find another way to look like a proper LGZ hoodrat then.

Taking the lip enhancer, I plumped up my lips again until they were inflated to the max. Woah! I was already getting used to this beauty tool and didn't want to miss it. That was fast. Involuntarily, Ortega's words replayed in my mind. Nobody expected anything remotely intelligent coming out of a pair of lips plumped-up like mine. Gawd! Something about that pearl of wisdom made me really drippy. Besides, it sounded perfect for a hoodrat, right?

Refreshed and ready, I made my way to the taco joint and walked inside. I could see Checo working in the back. Enthusiastically flashing a bright smile, I waved at him but he didn't react. Oh dang! I was a gussied-up bimbo in a pink mini dress standing in a shabby taco joint, and still couldn't draw the gangbanger's attention. I didn't know what else to do, so I got in line and waited until it was my turn.

Asking the crew member at the counter, he gruffly told me that Checo was busy. He even made me buy some food before he agreed to tell the Latino about me. I needed to ask really nicely to finally convince him to send his crew buddy to the back alley. Oh boy! The crew dude looked barely out of high school, yet he didn't look at my assets once.

Was it my looks? Possibly maybe, I wasn't pretty enough! Was it my outfit? Possibly maybe, it wasn't slinky enough? Was it my behavior? Possibly maybe, it wasn't slutty enough? So many thoughts! So exceedingly absurd!

Whatever! Shortly after, I found myself in the small backyard behind the taco joint. The same spot where I had met Checo for the first time. It looked just like before with a bunch of rusty dumpsters and dirty trashcans lining the walls. There were even a coupla discarded bottles standing between the dumpster.

From the recent downpour, the bottles were filled with rain water. One of the trashcans missed a lid and was brimming with scummy rain water, too. All in all, the backyard looked anything but homely or inviting. The fact that Checo had me waiting a good five minutes or more only added to my feeling of deja-vu.

When the gangbanger finally stepped out onto the yard, he basically jumped at me out of the door. Grabbing my throat, he put me in a chokehold and dragged me through the yard until my back hit the wall and he roughly pressed my body against it.

What the fudge?!? What was going on? What was he doing?

He had caught me totally off guard. I had expected anything but this. Yet, I couldn't ask these questions 'cause he was still choking me, barely giving me a chance to breathe.

"Biatch! Ya got sum balls! Comin' here after all cha did!" He hissed, acting really menacing.

I didn't understand. What was he talking about? What had I done? I was at a loss.

Apparently, I managed to furrow my brow in confusion even though that was kinda difficult in between all my choking and coughing. Checo noticed anyhow and loosened his grip although he kept a wary eye on me.

"I... I came here... to ask about D-Rod..." I began stammering.

"He's not answering his phone or calling back. It's like he's vanished from the face of the earth. I'm worried." I finally gushed out, even forgetting my bimbo talk from shock.

"Cha worried? Cha fuckin' worried, biatch?" Checo sneered in response while his hand snapped back to my throat pressing me back against the wall. "Cha fuckin' shittin' me, ain't cha, puta?"

Now, I was even more confused than before. Why was he so aggressive? Why was he so rude? Why was he so threatening?

"Ya da fuckin' reason why he's gone." The brutal gangster shouted his explanation into my face. "Ya really fucked wit my vato, huh? Ya really busted his balls, hoe."

"Can't believe he fell for a hoodrat." He let my throat go and started pacing up and down in front of me, shaking his head in disbelief. "Can't believe he fell for a dumbass floozy."

"No! I... I didn't do anything like that!" I pleaded my innocence when I found my voice back.

I still wasn't sure what the gangbanger was talking about, but I felt the need to defend myself.

"Say what?" Checo got back into my face, not believing a word I said. "Da reason he's outta town? Dat's on ya, biatch. Da reason he's gettin' blackmailed? Dat's on ya, biatch. Ya to blame fo' all of it."

Oh wow! So that was the reason why D-Rod wasn't responding to me anymore. He thought I had betrayed him. He thought I was working with Ortega. Nothing could be further from the truth, though.

"Look at cha, puta! Had sum nu nippin' 'n tuckin' done, huh?" Checo pointed to my inflated lips and fresh manicure. "Ya way bettah off than my vato. I bet cha betrayed him fo' another pimp."

"Ya look like cha workin' as a full time hoe now." He manufactured something out of thin air. "Ya da bottom biatch fo' sum nu pimp, ain't cha? Dat's it, right?"

The rude gangbanger was ultra agitated, so much that he was scraping my body along the wall left and right like a ragdoll. This was really upsetting him. Nonetheless, everything he was piecing together was wrong. I wasn't a full time hooker. No way! I didn't have a new pimp. As if! The sheer thought was totally ridiculous and devaluating and derogatory.

I had to calm the ex-con. I mean, he was so agitated. Who knew what he was capable of? No way, I wanted to find out. So I told him everything that had happened in all epicness. About my boss Ortega. About my secretary Miss Keelan. About my intern Justin. About every little thingie.