Jessica's Change Management Ch. 16

"I'm, like, sorriiieee. Oh baby, I'm, like, really really sorry. I must have, you know, mixed it up, fer shure." I hummed and hawed. "All these rules 'n instructions 'n stuff. It's too much for me, mostly."

"Whatever, baby! For all that, the gift was, like, a class idea, wasn't it?" I tried to distract him. "I think, mostly, it made Lambert happy, fer shure, don't you agree?"

I couldn't tell Justin the truth. After all, I couldn't talk about the gang rules or my visit to the prison. Still, I had no clue how to explain my actions. It wasn't like I had shown lotsa creativity lately, right? He wouldn't buy me coming up with those ideas on my own.

Apparently, he didn't really give a fudge. He simply took me for the bubbly imbecile barbie that was too stupid to think straight. That was ultra demeaning but made it so much easier 'cause I didn't have to come up with silly excuses anymore. Yanay! The perks of being seen as stupid, I guess.

Even though Justin was done asking about my actions, he wasn't done with me. Using my waistband to push and pull me around, he led me behind the receptionist desk and positioned me in front of the computer. Uh-oh! He was still annoyed about being outperformed by Shelly. Now, he was also vexed by my stupidity.

Mostly, though, the intern saw a chance here. He was about to use my ignorance and turn it into some kinda office game, wasn't he? He was about to exploit my dimwittedness to try and impress Ortega. Oh dang! I had basically invited him to take advantage of me.

"I'm getting tired of your idiocy, bitch. You're constantly making a mess 'n we gotta clean it up behind you." He sounded pissed.

"You know what, ditzy doll? I need this internship to get my degree." He started explaining. "And here you are with your diploma 'n title. It's like, how could someone so stupid ever get a master's degree?"

Oh wow! I had worked hard for my degree. I had spent countless hours learning and studying. I had always been proud of my education and my achievements. Yet, here I was being perceived as a dumb ditz, so much that nobody took me for a college-educated professional. Not that my latest actions had helped changing that perception.

"C'mon yummy dummy, show me your certificate." The rude boy encouraged me. "A stuck-up bitch like you used to be, I bet you got it on you."

He was right about that, about both thingies actually. Me having been a stuck-up, haughty priss and me having my diploma on me. I had it saved on a USB stick stashed in my purse. Outta habit, I had put it in my glitter purse, not that I had expected needing it.

Putting the USB stick in the port, I opened the file and showed it to the intern. Looking at it was so absurd. The grades looked awesome with mostly As. They screamed high potential for sure. Yet, here I was, performing the most menial tasks ever, like sorting mail and running errands. And even with those tasks, I messed them up. Priorities, that was all that mattered in the end, I guess.

"Whoever forged that certificate made a helluva job, Missy." Justin seemed impressed albeit for all the wrong reasons.

"Too bad it's a total waste with your current job." He stated as if it was a fact.

"We gotta change that 'n adjust your certificate. So it better fits you 'n your qualities, Miss Bimbo." He suggested.

Woah! What a nasty idea. What a fit and proper idea. I mean, I didn't have the right certificate for my position as ass-istant, did I? What if I applied for the same position somewhere else? As if! No way did I need better credentials for a more menial job. Duh!

"What we got here? Organizational behavior." The intern brute stated. "Now, what's a good equivalent? Oh, I got it. Ditzy behavior."

With a shudder running down my back, Justin made me use the word processing software to cover the name of the class and the grade with empty boxes. Typing the new class, however, was kinda difficult 'cause porn claws. I was skilled at touch typing but the square tips of my fake nails totally got in the way, making me mistype the words. Shoot!

"Nice way to demonstrate your ditziness, dollie!" The intern exclaimed even though that hadn't been my intention. "The way you stumble around on high heels, constantly expose your tits 'n ass 'n clumsily dabble with your hands, I say it's a B."

Oh Lordy! This was so degrading, especially 'cause it was so true. Sorta! I still had to perfect lotsa bimbo skills after all.

"Yikes! Right here 'n now, we got the next blunder. You doing this on purpose, bitch?" The sleazeball suddenly called me out.

"Don't you remember anything from the ass-essment center?" He asked. "A resexionist's always supposed to use her assets. That means writing with your ass 'n typing with your tits. What better way to improve your typing skills than that?"

Oh Lordy! Did I hear that correctly? I was supposed to type with my titties? How the fudge was I supposed to do that? Looking over to my chaperone in confusion, I gathered that he wanted me to figure it out by myself. I guess it was part of the fun for him.

Looking around the receptionist area, I checked out my surroundings. Fortunately, the blinds were closed. The receptionist desk was visible from the entrance door but not from the conference room. As it was my duty to open the door, nobody could walk into the office without my assistance and nobody could walk out without me hearing him approach the door.

At least, my surroundings offered a bit of security. It wasn't much but I could work with it. Positioning myself behind the computer screen added another bit of visual cover. This was as good as it would get.

"Now, that we cleared that up, what's next?" He asked as if nothing had happened. "Human resource management. I bet you can't even spell that right, dollie."

"Let's go with human cock draining management." He joked although he was totally serious about it.

OMG! HR Management had been my favorite class. How fitting, 'cause now cock draining could be considered a specialty of mine for sure. So now, I had to write it down. The name sounded so ridiculous, but the way I was supposed to type it was even ridiculouslier.

Even though my fingers trembled mightily, I grabbed the neckline and pulled it down to free my boobies. Clenching my teeth, I cupped each fleshorb with a hand and squeezed my titty meat while bending down over the keyboard. Taking a final deep breath, I pressed my right nipple onto the key.

I was using my nippies to type on a keyboard! So degrading! So objectifying! It must have looked so laughable! At least, I felt so pathetic! And I struggled epically to press the keys with my soft titty flesh. My clunky nails had gotten in the way of typing correctly but this was way worse. My hunch got confirmed by the sound of Justin's laughter when he looked over my shoulder to read my writing.

*Hjum,an ciocxk drainmingh ,masnaghem,erntz.*

Looking at the screen, I immediately noticed the bulk of misspellings. Oh god! I had written that gibberish with my titties! Every word was totally mistyped. It made me look so dumb! It made me look so incompetent! Totally embarrassing! Totally shameful!

I had to do something! I couldn't continue like that! What if the intern showed the revised certificate to Ortega or Shelly? He was definitely capable of that. It would embarrass me to the max!

What could I do? For sure, I couldn't start writing with my fingers. How could I improve my typing then? What was the most bimboy way? So many question, so few ideas. Oh, I had one.

"Oh baby, you know, mostly, a bitching office bimbo totally needs to be, like, as busty as fake, right?" I asked in my highest-pitched voice.

"I literally used, like, my busty assets to, you know, type the class." I added when Justin nodded in agreement. "Can I, like, totes use my faky assets to, you know, make the words right 'n stuff? You know, my bitching long, fake nails?"

If that wasn't convincing, what else was? Okay, I barely understood the stuff I was babbling myself but the content was persuasive, right? My logic might have been kinda flawed but it satisfied Justin 'cause he nodded his agreement.

"Your fingertips touch the keys 'n it's back to your titties, ditzy doll." He warned me, however.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I remained in my bent over position, 'cause I didn't want to strain my luck. Placing my elbows on the desk, I held my fingers perpendicular to the keys. Then I started pushing my index fingers down, pressing the tip of my fake ombré nails onto the keys, switching from the cursor keys to the delete key.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Oh wow! The clicking noises sounded so fake. They sounded so bimboy. However, it was a major improvement to my nippies. So I quickly corrected the misspelled words.

"Umph!" I suddenly grunted.

Obviously, Justin had underestimated my bimbo typing skills. So he gave a tap to my cunny. He began rubbing my clit thought the thin material. Oh gawd! So hawt! Closing my eyes, I started gyrating my hips in rhythm with his circling motions.

Yay! It felt so good. Nay! I couldn't let him fool me like that. Collecting all my willpower, I reopened my eyes. Shoot! Too late! I had continued pressing the delete button with the white tip of my red nail. With my body twitching from arousal, though, I had slipped off and my fingertip had touched the key. Of course, Justin had noticed it. Dang!

*Human cox draining managerment.*

Oh fuck! Rereading the text, I still noticed two misspellings. And of course, Justin wouldn't let me correct them anymore! Totally shameful!

"Back to the titties it goes!" The intern brute exclaimed, his voice dripping with a complacent tone as if he had expected that outcome from the beginning.

"You finish the text with your funbags, yummy dummy." He declared to my dismay.

"But first the grade!" He remarked.

"That cunt 'n shitter could be tighter. That suction hole could have more power." He wondered aloud. "Lots to improve! I give it a D."

A what?!? Seriously?!? He had to be kidding me. This couldn't be true. What a bad credit for my cock draining skills. So not true! So unfair!

Still, I bent over and pressed my nipple onto the key. Looking at the file, however, my eyes grew wide. I had aimed for the D even though I totally disliked that grade and didn't accept it at all. However, I had missed it and hit the key next to it. I had pressed the F. I had given myself a 'Fail' for the class. Shoot!

Had this been an accident or intent? Had it been a Freudian slip or whatever the name? Whatsoever, it made the intern laugh his ass off.

"And here I thought I was harsh. Hehehe!" He taunted me. "You can't type with your porn claws. You can't type with your funbags. You're only good to milk a cock with your holes. And even that you grade as insufficient. Hehehe!"

"Looks like you need a little help, Missy!" He feinted sympathy for my plight. "Hm, let's see. What can we use to help the ditzy doll?"

"Why don't we use some office supplies to help the office bimbo?" He exclaimed when something stroke his eye.

My eyes, by contrast, gaped wide open when he took those office supplies off the desk. No! No, no, no! That wasn't a good idea! That wasn't the kinda help I needed or wanted. Justin, however, remained undeterred when he took the piece of office equipment. With an evil grin, he held it in front of my face and watched me squirm before he clamped it to my right nipple.

"Oooh! Ow! Ow! Ooowww!" I shrieked before I quickly lifted my arm and bit into my wrist to muffle my hue and cry.

Oh my fudging gawd! It was a binder clip! The strips of spring steel bit into my soft nippies, instantly flooding my eyes with tears. They hurt! Seriously! These clamps were mega painful!

"Mmmph! Mmmph! MMMPHHH!" I screeched into my wrist when Justin clamped the second binder clip to my left nipple.

Oh Lordy! I bit into my wrist super hard to keep my screams muffled. Actually, though, I bit into the connecting chain of my ring bracelet. I felt like I was about to bite the trashy armlet in two. I was dancing on the spot to somewhat ease the pain. That only had the opposite effect, though, 'cause my motions made the binder clips move on my poor nippies, increasing their fierceness.

Justin let me shake and dance for a few moments with his grin increasing whenever I made the binder clips sway and pull on my stinging nips. Finally, I realized that the uncontrolled movements didn't do me any favors, and I slowly calmed down although I kept panting heavily.

When I eventually stood still, the intern brute, who was totally living up to his name by the way, decided to add some zing. For that, he removed the little silver handles! Without the handles, I couldn't get them off! They were firmly stuck in place torturing my sensitive nips. OMG! Oh! My! God!

"Hehehe! Aren't you happy, dollie? Hehehe!" Justin derided me. "Now, you got something hard 'n pointy to help you typing."

"Let's go on, Miss Bimbo! Here we got economics. That includes mathematics. Nothing for an empty bimbo head then!" He mocked my calculation skills.

Nevermind, I was too distracted by the pain in my nippies to object. Actually, he wasn't so wrong about it. Statistics had always been my worst grade.

"Economics, that's the science concerned with describing the production of goods, right?" He thought out loud. "This bimbo knows more about shopping for goods, though. Shoppingnomics, it is!"

Well, there wasn't really any arguing with that, especially after all the shopping for clothes and accessories I had done lately. Whatever! Right now, I was mostly concerned with finishing this task as quickly as possible. I mean, my nippies stung so badly I continued gnawing on the plastic ring bracelet.

"Considering the last outfits, I'd say the bimbo's quite adept at it." Justin was fairer this time. "I think a B should do."

Good but not excellent. It didn't make me giddy with joy but after the failure with the failing grade it was OK, sorta. In a weird way, it was actually motivating 'cause it left room for improvement.

More importantly, though, Justin had been quick about his decision. With tears streaming down my cheeks, I bent forward until my boobies hovered over the keyboard. The clamps were all well and good but it was still totally difficult to hit the right keys. I had to cup my burning boobies and squeeze them to take accurate aim.

"Mmmph!" I grunted when I pressed the right binder clip onto a key.

Holy fudge! Pain shot through my soft titty flesh and exploded in my brain. So horrible! So achy! Still, I worked away at typing on the keyboard with my nipple clamps until my cheeks were drenched with tears.

"Ow!"

TAP

"Ow!"

TAP

Every time I pressed the clamp onto a key, I whimpered and stamped my foot. It didn't ease my discomfort but helped express my frustration. Even though the binder clamps were the worst torture devices ever, they improved my typing. It still wasn't easy to press a single key at a time, however. Actually, it didn't work more often than not.

*Shoginghno,micxs*

Phew! It was done. Typing the word had taken forever. My boobies were a mass of pain and I could barely feel my nippies anymore. However, it was finally over. Nonetheless, Justin chuckled at every misspelling I had made.

"Did you try writing shaggingnomics, Missy?" He asked mischievously. "Always thinking 'bout sex, aren't you. What a needy, little bimbo!"

Of course, that hadn't been my intent! Even though he was just mocking me, there was still some truth to it, I suppose. Anyways, I was more focused on correcting the misspellings right now. For sure, the intern would show the certificate to somebody. I so couldn't keep face with a spelling like that!

"Oh baby, please! Can I, like, totes correct my mistakes, you know, with my faky assets, like one more time? They're sooo stupid, baby. I mean, I'm sooo stupid, fer shure. Gag me with a spoon!" I pleaded with the young henchman.

"Nope, dollie ditz! You messed up that chance last time." The rude intern didn't give in. "However, you can use another asset of yours. Correct it with your tongue. It should be skillful after all that cocksucking."

My tongue? Ugh! Totally gross! Who knew who had touched the keyboard before? Who knew how dirty it was?

Whatever! The pain in my nippies reminded me that I didn't have any time to squander. So I was quick to agree. Bending over, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. It felt so dumb to move my head back and forth from the arrow keys to the delete button. It felt even dumber to press the respective keys with my tongue.

All the while, I tried to suppress the thoughts of all the people that had previously used the keyboard and pushed them to the back of my mind. Still, my body was completely covered in goosebumps all the while.

Directing the cursor to the respective misspellings wasn't so easy with my tongue. Actually, it was super difficult! It became mega difficult, however, when some thingie bumped into me. I mean, literally bumped me.

That was Justin. He had stepped behind me and made total use of my bent-over posture. Super swiftly, he pulled my skinny leggings down and plunged his rigid member up my soppy pussy. Oh wow! We were literally bumping uglies on the receptionist desk! So public! So reckless!

Good thingie, the blinds were closed so we couldn't be seen that easily. Good thingie, most consultants were on business trips so we couldn't get busted that easily. Still, not easy-peasy! Still, so thrilly!

Of course, the young henchman didn't content himself with humping the office bimbo. As if! He drove his cock all the way up my cunny and kept it there. Only when I tried to press a new key with my tongue, he drove his hard tool out and back inside.

Oh darn! He made me teeter and stagger with every stroke. He caused my tongue to slip off the key with every try! He made the misspellings worse not better. The bastard!

The intern toyed with his bimbo-in-care until I was a grunting and groaning mess. Partly from the anxiety, but mostly from degradation and lust. I almost begged him to make me cum right in the receptionist area. For sure, I would have screamed loud enough for every present consultant to hear. For sure, I wouldn't have cared.

"Damn bitch! Can't let you do anything on your own!" Justin beat me to the punch. "As I told Mr. Ortega, you need a tight leash, figuratively 'n literally!"

With that, he put the literal part into action. Grabbing both my braided pigtails, he literally took the wheel, I mean my head. That way, he started controlling the correction. Picking up the pace, he began pummeling my drippy pussy while guiding my face across the keyboard. After 10 to 15 thrusts up my coochie, he stopped super abruptly, only to push the pigtails down and press my tongue onto the key.

Drill, baby, drill, baby, drill, baby... press!

Drill, baby, drill, baby, drill, baby... press!

Oh gosh! He was really pounding my pink here! He was also making sure to correct all the misspellings I hadn't managed to correct before. All that at the same time! So impressive! So powerful!

The way, he was literally breaking into a gallop while riding his bimbo filly, we were certain to approach our climax soon. Yay! But wait! Bimbo, we got a problem! Whereas Justin was close to getting his rocks off in my hot box, those pesky nipple clamps were keeping me from reaching my orgasm. Nay!

With every thrust, the clamps bit into my tender titty flesh, bringing me down from my high. I literally felt like a wave rider surging from high to low, from ultimate pleasure to infernal pain. Sniff! I felt like I was constantly cumming, but I wasn't. Instead, I was edging repeatedly, and every time I was about to fall off the cliff, the stinging pain brought me back. Yanay!

The pain and pleasure were ultra forceful, so much that I couldn't see clearly anymore. For sure, I didn't realize what was happening around me any longer. I didn't even notice that Justin suddenly stopped dragging my head around on my pigtails and pressing my tongue onto various keys. He must have finished correcting all the mistakes.