Jessica's Change Management Ch. 16

"Hey girrrl, like, totally luv your style. So awesome! Oh wow!" I addressed the Latina all gushy.

"I need those, like most definitely!" I blared out, pointing at her accessories.

It only earned me a hostile look, though. I guess I was coming on way too strong. Whatsoever, I didn't have lotsa time. Yet, I was totally convinced and super committed. Even so, that chica started turning around to get away from the hysterical bimbo.

"Wait, girrrl, wait!" I hastily tried to stop her.

"What about this. I give you, like, all I got, like totes. Honest!" I said, fishing my wallet from my glitter purse and yanking out all the bills.

Oh wow! I was offering all the money I was carrying. I hadn't counted it but it was a buncha bills. For sure, too much for that ultra cheap bling bling. The Latina still looked unconvinced so I simply continued waving the bills in front of her face, literally like a fan.

That chica stared at the money, then looked me in the eyes. Back and forth. Back and forth. Apparently, she tried to judge how serious I was about it. I continued presenting the money totally unwaveringly. Gosh! I must have appeared über-desperate!

"Whateva, biatch!" The Latina eventually spat at me.

Say scoff! For sure, she thought of me as an ultra desperate, super dramatic bimbo. Anyway, she snatched the bills from my hand and started taking off the earrings. That was all that mattered. When she handed me the pair, I nodded at her necklace so she passed it over, too. I wasn't done, though. Another nod and she handed over two bracelets.

Say win-win!

Throwing another scornful look at me, that chica turned around and followed the rest of the cleaning crew. I didn't really waste any more time thinking about the prize I had paid for the accessories. I had totally overpaid for sure! I mean, the items were made of plastic. It was cheapest of the cheap! That prize, however, proved totally worth it when I put the jewelry on 'cause it instantly made me feel dressed and robed and prepared and ready to go. Yay!

Oh, you want to know what the accessories looked like? Of course, you do! Fine, the earrings were golden plastic triangle hoops that were about 2" in length and at least 1.5" in width. The biggest dangle hoops I had ever seen for sure. The necklace was a plastic golden rosary with a clunky cross dangling at the end. Finally, the armlets were two ring bracelets made of plastic golden chain-links. They basically comprised a wristband connected to a middle finger ring by a bridging chain across the back of my hand. As I said, total Chola style!

Phew! Finally, I felt fully dressed. Finally, I could relax. Finally, I was socially presentable. That was all that mattered. Never mind the trashy plastic and fake gold.

Ready for action, or more like needy for attention, I made my way to the executive floor where Shelly was already waiting in Ortega's office. Of course, she instantly noticed my new jewelry, causing a raised eyebrow. I mean, no way, she could have missed it, what with the super big triangle hoops and ultra striking ring bracelets. She didn't say a word, though. Probably, 'cause our boss was present.

It turned out, however, that Ortega wasn't really interested in my makeover 'cause he seemed busy with preparing the meeting with my former team. Still, Shelly wouldn't let it go, pointing out the too-small size of my blouse, the skinny leggings, and the silly pigtails. This wasn't anything like my fabulous fashion show a coupla days ago, though, 'cause I wasn't allowed to speak or strut my stuff. All the attention was on the designer and not the model. Duh!

I had never seen Blondie like that. She was really making an effort to prove her worth and show off how good she was at chaperoning me. The secretary was totally bragging about her skills as bimbo outfitter. She was so trying to outdo Justin here! So much that the degrading effect on me was just an afterthought. Ugh!

Of course, the smug exec had already picked up on it and seemed content on making full use of the situation. Letting such a chance slide so wasn't his style. However, I was the one about to suffer the consequences although nobody seemed to give a fudge about that.

The cocky Latino didn't care for sure. Instead, he was intent on stoking the fire by calling Justin into his office. He made it a point to praise Shelly's efforts in front of the intern. Woah! You could see the sleazeball's mood darkening by his mimic. His mind was starting to cook up the counter-attack most definitely. Oh no! With that, however, the baton got passed to Justin and the early shift began.

As soon as the intern's chaperoning duty had officially begun, he instructed me to meet him in the reception room before grouchily stomping outta Ortega's office. Nervous but equally excited, I followed the rude boy. I mean, it was time to get to work and be useful, right?

Justin headed straight to the receptionist desk. Arriving there, he ordered me to tidy up the place 'cause the receptionist area needed to be clean and safe at all times. Okay, that was fine with me. In fact, I was kinda sure that the young sleazeball simply wanted to watch me totter around to drink in my appearance from the pointed toes of my thigh high boots to the plunging neckline of my blouse.

I was totally down with that 'cause looking pretty. Duh! Besides, it finally gave me the chance of performing a sexy fashion show for real. Maybe, it could even sooth Justin's anger somewhat?

Spurred on by that idea, I cranked up the sexiness to the max, lasciviously bending over the receptionist desk. Now that I was wearing leggings, I had to make the most of it, right? That was why I didn't stop bowing down until the untucked blouse had risen all the way up my ass and the heart shape was on full display. I couldn't help it, I simply had to make my phat ass booty shake for the intern's viewing pleasure. Truth be told, I was doing it lots more for my own pleasure 'cause attention. Tihi!

Despite my slutty fashion show, Justin didn't seem any more calm or less angry than before. Too bad! Instead, he started explaining my tasks for the day with a strict tone. I guess he was trying to come up with lotsa assignments to prove his worth to Ortega.

Anyhow, I was barely listening. Instead, I was fidgeting around all the time. I simply couldn't stand still, 'cause I was so tingly and jittery. Actually, I was totally on edge. No wonder after all that had happened already -- the fuckery on the fake pillory, the Chola accessorizing and the sexy fashion show.

The only thingie I grasped was the task of sorting the incoming mail and distributing it to the respective consultants. Menial, sorta! But exactly what I was able to accomplish in my current state. So I made quick work of it. Actually, it wasn't quick at all.

My fidgeting, my long porn claws, my mind constantly wandering off to sexy stuff. It all hindered my work and slowed me down. I even dropped a buncha letters. In fact, that was a good thingie 'cause it gave me the chance to bend over and give Justin another good look at my heart-shaped, leggings-clad ass. Tihi!

Finished with sorting the mail, I had already forgotten what I was supposed to do next 'cause short attention span. So I started fidgeting and stepping from foot to foot until Justin reminded me really harshly. So sorry!

Anyways, I quickly started distributing the mail around the office afterwards. First, I went to Ortega's office, of course. However, he wasn't present 'cause meetings and stuff. So I simply deposited the letters on his desk. The next consultants weren't present, either. So dull! So dreary!

The final letters were meant for Lambert. You remember the senior consultant who enjoyed mocking me so much? Yep, exactly that geezer. Surprise! He was sitting on his desk and stopped whatever he was doing as soon as I tottered inside.

Kinda startled by his presence, I stopped in my tracks. An office rule had sprung to my mind. Lucky me! Those pesky rules Shelly had given me yesterday were really annoying 'cause I had to comply with them at all times. That was really hard 'cause I constantly had to remember them. I mean, there were so many rules!

The one I had just remembered? A super silly one! I had to give superiors a hospitality gift. Duh! What could I use as a gift, though? Dunno!

Opening my glitter purse, I rummaged around in it. The senior consultant wouldn't appreciate my make-up kit, would he? But what about a lollipop? A bimbo should always keep her mouth busy, so nowadays I carried lollies and chewing gum with me. Better safe than sorry, right?

Putting the letters under my arm, I took the lollipop and placed it on my palms. That was what the rule said, right? Like that, I carried it to Lambert. Seeing my gift, however, he snorted condescendingly. Totally ungrateful!

"It's, like, a small present for you, sirrr." I hastily tried to encourage him. "I'd like to, you know, brighten your day, fer shure. Cause, you know, the least little thingies can totes make you happy, like wow, right?"

The old lecher barely understood my bimbo babble but took the lollipop anyway, albeit with a deprecating headshake.

"Is that part of the restructuring project, Jessie?" He slyly asked while checking out my skinny leggings.

"You look happy with your new role." He remarked. "Told you so, sweetheart."

Holy moly! His condescending tone, his leering looks, his offensive way of calling a grown-women 'sweetheart'. It made me so mushy and so edgy. I couldn't keep myself from restarting my fidgeting in front of him. Oh gawd! So hawt!

"I'm not much into suckers, though." He explained with a nod to the lollipop. "Seems more like your job, sweetheart. Why don't you take over?"

With that, he unwrapped the lollipop and held it in front of me. I didn't like to get orders from this sleazy geezer, but the candy looked so yummy and sucking on some thingie might take my mind of my throbbing pussy. Oh gawd! Why nawt?

Of course, Lambert didn't just hand me the lollipop. Instead, he held it slightly above the tabletop. I had to bow down to reach it. Easy-peasy! Bending over the desk, the senior consultant pulled the sucker out of my reach. He didn't stop until my boobies were pressed onto the tabletop.

"Give it a suck and hand me a letter, Jessie. Take turns doing so." He gave another instruction. "After all, we don't want to overstrain you, sweetheart. Not that anybody expects a lot anyway."

By now, I didn't mind him bossing me around. Actually, strict rules and commands were a good thingie when you had a mushy brain, right? So I did as told and sensually puckered my lips to suck on the candy. So sweet!

I so wanted to continue licking and sucking, but I also wanted to be a good girl. As a result, I started alternating between handing the senior consultant a letter and sucking on the candy. I noticed how he stared at the flashy ring bracelets whenever I gave him a letter. For sure, I began appreciating these Chola accessories. Such attention grabbers!

Every time I bent forward to get my lips back on the sucker, Lambert pulled it further away. He continued doing so until my whole upper body was sprawled out over the desk and my leggings-clad butt stuck out. With the too-small blouse and skinny leggings tightly squeezing my body in all the right places, I must have looked super juicy and super compelling, even more so than if I had been naked.

But... but I didn't want to tempt and tease this old sexist, did I? After all, he had never taken me seriously, making it a habit to mock me instead. Come on girl, don't be silly! That made him the perfect person to exploit a subby bimbo and use her the way she needed it, right?

Oh boy! So complicated! So confusing! I should simply be a tempting tease to each and every man. That made it so much easier. The taunting and misogynistic treatment was a bonus. See, problem solved. Duh!

Sadly, I had already reached the final letter. Feeling a pinch of disappointment, I handed it to Lambert. The geezer, however, let it drop right to the floor. Stunner! Taken by surprise, I followed it with my eyes but didn't move. That didn't sit so well with the senior consultant, though.

"New tasks, old problem. Seems like it can't be simple enough for you, sweetheart." He snarled. "It's your job! So get to it."

Of course, of course! My bad, sorry! Hastily, I dropped to my knees, even though I could have squatted down. That would have been less revealing but also less alluring. In a way, it felt lotsa more natural to be on my knees anyways.

Staying on all fours, my ass stuck out even more than before. My curvaceous bubble butt bulged massively. The drool-inducing sight only got enhanced by the heart-shaped design, I guess. Anyhow, Lambert didn't seem in a hurry to receive the final letter.

On the contrary! He used the stick of the lollipop to run it through my ass crack. Quelle surprise! He pushed the stick really deep into that wedge, producing a butt cleavage. Yelp! I was so caught off guard that I didn't dare moving at all.

I mean, I was still the executive here. I was still his superior... officially. Who was I kidding? By now, that was nothing more than a job title. I knew it and he knew it too. On top of that, we both knew that he would get away with this misogynistic behavior.

The way, the old lecher pushed and notched my leggings, I got afraid he might rip a hole into the fabric. Oh no! I couldn't run around the office with a farthole in my pants, could I?

I didn't dare complaining, though, 'cause I was finally getting the geezer's attention. So I was totally bathing in it. No way, did he entertain the thought of stopping on his own. Instead, he continued until he had wedged the fabric deep into my butt cleavage. I didn't need to look back to know that the white material was stretched super taut, so much that it gave Lambert a free peek to my panties, or more like my missing underwear. Gasp!

I needed a few moments to catch my breath when he eventually stopped. So agitated! So excited! Standing up, I had handed the senior consultant the final letter. Did he give thanks to me or stuff? As if! He took all the mail and threw it to the ground. Oh great! The mocking grin was all I needed to give my coochie an intense jolt. Really great!

Lickety-split, I was back in my natural position, I mean on my knees. Hastily, I started crawling around on the floor to gather up the mail. Lambert had scattered the letters all around the desk so I had to crawl past him over and over again, literally like a pet with bared claws 'cause fake nails. Tihi!

Every time I passed by, Lambert grabbed my waistband and pulled on it. Oh Lordy! The leggings were riding up my ass crack further and further. He was giving me a full-blown back wedgie. Not only that! Every time, I straightened up to hand him a letter, he grabbed my front waistband and pulled on it. He made the leggings ride up my crotch, digging it into my pussy. Oh boy! He was producing a camel toe.

Handing Lambert the final letter, I got back to my feet and noticed a disturbing thingie. The skinny leggings didn't move. They remained in place, giving me a perennial wedgie and camel toe. Oh gawd! So hawt!

Coy-ish, I brushed down my untucked blouse to hide this unlady-like fashion faux-pas. After all, we were still in the office and I didn't want to spell it out for all the consultants that I was merely the office candy now. On the other hand, I desperately yearned to catch their attention and turn their heads. This trashy slut style would clearly help, wouldn't it? Totally complicated! Totally confusing!

Whatever! The decision was taken outta my hand anyway. Lambert seized the hem of my blouse and tucked it into my waistband. As a final touch, he gave me another harsh tug on my waistband driving the wedgie deep into my pussy and making me grunt. Oh my gosh!

This was way more uncomfortable than wearing a G-string. However, that was the least of my problems, 'cause now the butt cleavage and camel toe were on full display for everyone to see. Oh my fudging gosh!

With my face flushed in embarrassment and my lips curled in a wicked pout, I tottered outta Lambert's office. You know my inner turmoil by now, right? Dazed and puzzled, confused and ashamed, but most of all distracted by my throbbing pussy.

With every step, I felt the fabric deeply wedged between my legs. Good thingie, I could pull it off with my shapely bubble butt. Did it look totally trashy? For sure! Did it look super tantalizing? For real! Yay!

With new-found confidence, I walked back to the receptionist desk. Stepping in front of Justin only increased my confidence 'cause my new look earned a raised eyebrow from him. If it caught the intern's eye, it would catch anybody's attention. Shelly's clothing choices were really paying off, not that she had intended it. Oh well, karma's a bitch, right?

Justin's elation quickly changed, though, and not for the better. He grabbed my waistband as if it was a freebee by now and pulled me close to him. I didn't have anything to counter his strength, so I stumbled forward until my forehead bumped against his chest.

"What the fuck were you doing in there?" The rude boy growled.

Um... What a silly question was that? I had done my job distributing the mail. I had carried out the task he had given me. I had even complied with the office rules. What was he complaining about then? Why was he so angry then? No clue! No care!

"Did you behave in a bimbolike fashion, bitch?" He snarled, still infuriated.

I almost looked at my rule list, but I knew this one by heart. So totally! So much, you could hardly believe it. As I had complied with the rule, I pouted to say yes. I didn't want to violate any of these pesky rules after all.

"Did you use a beauty tool to bimbofy yourself, dollie?" The intern brute continued.

"Actually, Lambert, like, helped me with that, mostly." I blared out in my defense. "You know, he totally bimbofied my pants. You see?"

"Did you use your lip enhancer, yummy dummy?" Justin insisted.

Oh righty, that one. Well no, I hadn't. Now that he said it, plumping-up my lips would have been a bitching idea 'cause sucker and all. He had a point there, I guess. Oh dang! It were just too many rules to remember. Duh!

Shamefaced, I said no by shaking my shoulders to make my boobies jiggle. Doing so, I totally forgot about my too-small blouse with the plunging neckline, though. I guess I was a bit too enthusiastic there 'cause my left nipple popped out of the blouse. Oopsie!

"What the fuck are you doing, bitch?" The intern so wasn't impressed. "Are you fucking with me or something? Did you forget how to say yes 'n no or what?"

Uh-oh! Something was wrong. Something was totally wrong! But what? I was trying to follow the rules super closely here! So what?!?

"And what about that stupid lollipop? Candy my ass! Are you taking the piss out of this, bitch?" Justin kept on ranting and raving. "Did you come up with that dumb idea on your own, Missy?"

"Nooo!" I blurted out in total indignation.

After all, I had been really proud to remember that silly rule.

"It's, like, one of the rules, remember? Who's the one, like, totally forgetting stuff now. Like seriously!" I couldn't resist a sly at his expense.

"Fuck! You're really stupid as shit!" The intern exclaimed. "There's no rule like that. Where did you get that?"

Oh come on! Obviously, there was that rule. Perez had told me. Perez had... Oh wait...

Had that really happened? Holy fudge! I had confused the office and gang rules. I had totally forgotten that there were two different sets of rules now. It sounded so easy on paper. 10 office rules and 3 gang rules. It wasn't so simple in action, however. I mean, not everybody was Einstein, right? Not me. That was for sure.