Jessica's Change Management Ch. 18

- Week 4 - Thursday Night-

Here I was, standing in a fancy rooftop bar. How I had ended up here, you ask? Me and Shelly had escorted Ortega to the club where he was meeting a business partner. Looking back, I had made an oopsie there, 'cause on a whim, I had invited two of D-Rod's gang homies for a quick hookup. Shelly hadn't been any smarter, though, 'cause she had tipped my former team members off to the after-work meet and dance.

Ever since arriving at the bar, I was hustling from one group to the other. I so didn't get the chance to take a break or catch a breath. I had been super busy scurrying around, so much so that the inevitable hadn't been evident to me.

Eventually, though, it had happened! I was standing in the middle of the men's room after fucking the two LGZ gangsters in a toilet stall and sucking a stranger through a gloryhole when the door of the stall opened and a well-known face strolled out.

It was Damon!

I had sucked a colleague's cock! That was bad, really bad! Way worse, though, I hadn't known that it was my former team member. By contrast, he had known that the dumb bimbo slut sucking his cock through the gloryhole was his former superior all the time. Oh shoot! Oh fudge!

The final border had literally collapsed. The last limit had been exceeded. The utmost frontier had been crossed. There was no way back anymore. I was the ultimate office bimbo now. I had fucked my boss, my interns, my secretary, and my colleagues, or more like I had gotten fucked by all of them. Oh gasp! Oh gulp!

"Hey Jessie, I was already looking for you. Didn't expect to meet you here." Damon told me.

There was lotsa 'told you so' resonating in his voice, like he figured he had always treated me the right way 'cause I had been a slut all along. As if! I barely heard him, though. I was way too busy processing the situation. The consequences were mind-boggling, really literally, 'cause my mind went blank, so much so that I started fainting. Everything turned black. I was about to collapse and tumble in the middle of the men's room!

Just then, a white knight swooped in and broke my fall by putting his arm around my hips. Yay! It turned out to be Damon rushing over from the toilet stalls. Yanay! He used his chance to push his hand straight down the back of my pants. Cupping my left ass cheek, he basically pulled the waistband down until the top of my buns had sprawled outta my leggings. Nay!

So much for the white knight...

Of course, the dudes standing at the slab urinals got a rad look down my ass crack. Gulp! On top of that, they got a bitching glimpse at my red lip tattoos. Gasp! Anyhow, I didn't react angrily or annoyed. Instead, I was focused on another thingie.

Apparently, he had brought a half-full beer bottle to the men's room. Ew! During his rescue mission, however, he had spilled beer all over his arm when I had bumped into him. Not thinking here, 'cause I was still really fainty, I took his hand all apologetically and lifted it to my mouth to lick the alcohol off his fingers super sexily. I licked one finger, then a second, then...

"What cha doin' there, biatch?" A booming voice called me out.

It was Checo. Apparently, he didn't like me cozying up to my co-worker and became all protective. The gangbanger acted like a watchdog guarding the LGZ trophy, or more like a pimp defending his merchandise. Gulp!

"Who dat? Spill, puta!" He asked, or more like commanded, menacingly.

Stepping up to us, he was looming over me, ready to get right into Damon's face. I was totally caught on the wrong foot by this development.

"What the fuck you want? Got lost on the way to the hood?" Damon didn't relent that easily, standing his ground instead.

"Yo cabron, ya lookin' fo' an asswhuppin'?" Checo got in a rage. "Ya loser buddies gonna hear dat asskickin' all da way down da block."

With that, he pointed over Damon's shoulders. Jeez! Looking back, I saw Eric and David standing behind their colleague. They must have been among the dudes standing at the slab urinals before. Oh no! Oh snap! You know what that means, right? They had heard me groaning and grunting in the toilet stall! Now, they knew that I had given Damon a blowjob. Oh dang! Oh darn!

This was getting worse and worse, so much so that the consequences were way too mind-boggling for me to grasps them. Whatever! First thingies first. I had other problems to worry about right now. The snobby blowhard and the thuggish gangbanger were about to have a go at each other. Neither one was about to retreat. Both had captured a booty, like literally, and were determined to defend their prey.

"Biatch? Puta? Why you're letting that ghetto trash talk to you like that?" Damon inquired. "He's threatening you or something?"

Oh boy! I had so hoped to avoid this moment, like forever. No way, I had wanted these two opposite parties to meet. No way, I had intended for my work contacts to clash with my barrio buddies.

"He's, like, an old high school friend, mostly, you know. That's all, like totes." I tried to calm my co-worker, putting my hand on his arm in a reassuring gesture.

"Ya actin' fuckin' intimate 'n shit wit dat fuckin' trick, biatch!" The Latino growled in response. "Hoes ain't doin' no kissin', puta."

Holy moly! So off the point! So bang on target! Everybody fell silent and started processing that information. Shoot!

"He's, mostly like, a colleague, you know, from work 'n stuff. So, like, no other thingie! Oh wow!" I quickly tried to calm the waves.

Checo's reaction, or more like his look, spoke volumes. He didn't see me as any kinda employee who had male colleagues. He didn't deem it necessary for me to have a legit job anyways. He only saw me as a hooker hustling for LGZ. Bad thingie, though, my colleagues saw his look, too. The meaning wasn't hard to figure out.

For a moment, it seemed to dawn on them that I had turned into more than the office bike. When Checo grabbed my arm to pull me off Damon, though, this cognition process was put to a screeching halt. No way, they would have this thug snatch their prey away from them. Phew! I mean, uh-oh!

The pushing and shoving was back. Way more agitated than ever! The posturing and cussing was back. Way louder than ever! Even though we were standing in the men's room, the clubbers that had finished taking a leak weren't leaving. On top of that, new clubbers were entering. There was a buncha dudes watching us, looking more and more alerted.

We were about to get thrown outta the club. Shoot! I wouldn't be able to get back to Ortega! Shoot! Shoot! I wouldn't be able to bring the tea cups to Miller! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! How was I ever supposed to explain that?

I had to do some kinda thingie! I had to distract the boys and quick! I did some bimboy thingie! I did distract the boys and slutty!

Without time for second-guessing, I grabbed the front zipper of my white satin corset and pulled it down. The sweetheart neckline opened up and my juicy juggies spilled out. My titty meat was on full display!

My co-workers saw my big ole funbags in all their glory for the first time ever! Chuy saw my massive gazongas in all their glory for the second time ever! Checo saw my pillows of love in all their glory for the umpteenth time ever! Duh!

I swear even my tear-shaped fleshglobes were flushed in shame while I flashed my assets for everyone to see. Oh righty, a buncha random strangers saw my juicy juggies, too. Actually, it was the first thingie they saw of me, first my titties then my face. Umph!

However, that felt more like collateral damage. More importantly, I had finally bared my boobies to my former team members. In a way, that felt like closing the book on my career as their superior. There was no going back now. Never ever! Silver lining, though, watching my bare titties made the dudes shut up. They were too focused on drooling and leering to continue their shouting and cussing. Yanay!

"See boys, there's, like, enough for everyone, fer shure." I purred. "Soo no need for, like, any kinda dick-measuring thingie or stuff."

"Oh wow! Boys, I so like all your attention, like totes." I had to use their current state of distraction. "Play nice 'n there's, like, lotsa more, you know, where this is coming from, fer shure."

"But man, for now, mostly, that'll have to do." I concluded. "Can't, like, spend it all at once, you know. So sorry, fer shure, boys!"

With that, I grabbed the front zipper and wrapped my boobies back up. Oh gosh! Standing in the spotlight had felt like ages even though it had only been a coupla moments. Anyhow, I had places to be.

That was why I started heading over to the door. My path was blocked by the two gangbangers, though. No way, they would let me pass. No way, I could wriggle past these two strong thugs. Oh darn!

Flashing my titties in the men's room had been super degrading and über-slutty. Still, it hadn't been enough to convince the two LGZ members. Of course not! They had seen them and used them before. Duh! I had to sweeten the deal some other way for them. But how?

Opening my purse, I pulled out my most trusted companion. A lollipop, of course! One after the other, I handed all five dudes a sucker. Lucky me, I had six lollies with me, one for every guy and one for me. So perfect!

"Oh babiieee!" I told Chuy when I had handed each dude a lolly. "Next time, you, like, run into me, you know what, you hand me this totally bitching sucker 'n I, like, totally meet your wish, fer shure, like literally meat you. Tihi!"

Woah! That baffled them, all five of them. No way, they had expected me to make any kinda suggestion like that. Whatever! It did the trick! For the moment, they were too stunned to detain me any further.

Without looking back, I pushed past the two Latinos and rushed outta the men's room. For now, I had gotten outta this dangerous situation unharmed. My former team members seeing me in this compromising situation had been bad. Flashing my titties for them had been worse. But granting each of them a free wish was the worsest. No way, I could foresee the consequences of my kneejerk reaction. Whatever! That was a worry for the future.

With all my prattling and babbling, that entire men's room escapade must have sounded like it lasted hours, right? Yet, it had only taken about 15 minutes tops. I could easily explain that away, what with me waiting forever to order the tea and getting it wrong the first time, then having to go back and reorder and so on. See, you would believe that, wouldn't you?

Actually, it didn't take long at the bar at all. The barkeeper shot me a strange look when I ordered two cups with hot water and tea bags, but he was quick to fix it for me. Anyway, I used the short waiting time to plump up my lips with the lip enhancer which caused another strange look from the barkeeper. Like he had never seen a gold digger using some beauty products. As if!

Eventually, I had two cups with hot water in my hands which left no free hand to carry the tea bags. Nevermind, I was a totally resourceful chick with a coupla bimbo tricks up my sleeve. Remember the way a bimbo was supposed to carry her smart phone? I did! So I pushed the tea bags into my cleavage with the strings hanging out. There you see, problem solved! Yay!

Carrying the cups to the VIP room, a buncha people noticed my pimped-up cleavage. Of course! They stuck their heads together and pointed at me, some smiling and some looking piqued. Whatever! All of them paid me their attention. That was all that mattered, right?

"Phewww! Gag me!" I burst out when I arrived there. "Hey boys, like wow, look who's here. I'm back! Hihihi!"

"You so won't believe what happened to me, like really, boys." I continued all bubbly. "I totally had to, like, wait forever at the bar. And then I, like, totally ordered shots 'n no tea, fer shure. Oopsie!"

Abruptly, I aborted my silly excuse. I had started talking as soon as I had entered without paying attention to what the men were doing. They were still discussing the details of their deal, so I had interrupted their debate and distracted them. Again! What a faux-pas!

Their annoyed looks spoke volumes. By contrast, it clearly lifted Shelly's mood. After all, she was still in the same position, standing silently at the table and holding the glasses of bubbly for the men. Oh snap!

"I think we're good." My boss told his law buddy. "The dominos are ready to fall."

Again, such a mysterious comment. Again, it was literally clear as mud to me. I guess that was 'cause my mind was bleary as mud, too.

"Shall we put the quality of our entertainment to the test then?" Ortega asked his business partner.

"You mean, chances are high that was a flash in the pan before?" Miller inquired, obviously alluding to the champagne trick. "I agree. This ass clown needs a serious test run."

With that, the stone-cold dude got to his feet and walked over to me. Uh-oh! That comment had obviously been directed at me. But wait? Ass clown? Ass for sexy booty and clown for entertainer? I guess that suited me. Tihi!

"I didn't understand a word you said, you bimbo dunce." He growled at me. "But it doesn't matter. You took far too long, idiot boobs."

"Looks like you wasted time rearranging that dumbface." He pointed at my freshly plumped-up lips. "That wasn't part of my instruction, you stupid cunt!"

"Like as not, Miss Bimbo expected you to bath her in champagne, I assume." Ortega injected. "No need to use a life jacket now, I have to say. She would never go under water and drown indeed."

Oh woah! That gave my boss a hearty cackle, laughing at his own joke. Even Shelly joined the laughter. Miller, on the other hand, only huffed with disdain. Whatever! You can't please everybody every time, right?

Anyway, the law dude was quick to get down to business. Grabbing me by my pigtails, he dragged me over to the table. Uh-oh! Frantically trying to balance the tea cups, I followed along without resistance. Phew! I was so happy to put those cups onto the tabletop.

"Time to shut this bimbo dunce up." He exclaimed. "I can't take another second of listening to this stupid cunt's drivel. My ears might start to bleed."

"What you say? Wanna play along?" He then asked Ortega.

"Nah! That plan of ours is still on my mind, I have to say. I need to get in the mood first, I'm afraid." The smug exec replied. "Besides, I know this ditzy doll inside out, not that there is much to know indeed."

Ouchie! Was that kinda bimbo bashing contagious or stuff? It felt like it for sure. I mean, it wasn't the kinda direct verbal abuse the lawyer liked to dish out but that indirect slight hurt just as much.

"Miss Trophy might be a good opponent, however." Boss suggested instead.

Literally like a trout, I opened and closed my mouth without saying a word. Oh so ironic! The trout pout bitch gasping for air like a trout. Tihi! With good reason, though. I so didn't like my rival taking part in the game. I so didn't like submitting to Shelly.

But wait a sec! Blondie was about to compete with the law dude, not with me, right? You know what that meant? I was the center of attention! I was stealing the spotlight from the secretary!

Oh wow! I had gotten it totally wrong. So bitching! So awesome! Bending over the table with newfound enthusiasm, I watched the law dude lining up the two cups side by side. That whole procedure stroke me as odd. So strange! So weird!

"Watch and learn. This is how sexretaries' are supposed to serve tea." Miller told me while stepping over to me.

"Now, pull your nipples out, idiot boobs!" He ordered. "That should be something you're not too dumb to do, right, you stupid cunt?

Of course, I could do that! Of course, I did as told. Opening the zipper of my white corset, I pulled it down until my big, soft titties spilled out. Grasping the tips of my nippies, I pulled them taut.

The action that unfolded next made my eyes grow wide. So absurd! So rich!

Miller took a teabag, held it up to my titties, and tied the string to my right pulled-out nipple. Before I had fully grasped the situation, he had pulled up the second teabag and tied it to my left nipple. OMG! I was standing in front of the table with a teabag tied to each nipple. I really got teabags hanging off my big round boobies. Could you believe it?

"Now bimbo dunce, be a useful sexretary." The strict lawyer ordered.

He didn't wait for me to react. Instead, he pushed on my shoulders making me bend down. This way, the teabags began dangling in the air.

"Oh!... No!... Please! No, no, nooo!" I could only moan helplessly.

He continued pushing until the teabags reached the cups and dipped into the hot water. Oh Lordy! That stony-faced dude used me as his tea infuser! Totally degrading! Totally objectifying!

"Gawd! Gag me with a spoon! No! Gag me with a pitchfork! This is, like, sooo bad!" I couldn't stop wailing. "Please, oh baby, I'm, like, so not an object! I'm, like mostly, not your tea making tool! Fer shure!"

"Quite the contrary, that's your only job, stupid cunt. That's all you're good for, bimbo dunce." Miller stated unfazed. "As much as my old pal Carlos told me, you're just his office tool anyways."

"Don't you spill anything, idiot boobs!" He sharply instructed me while stepping behind me.

„After all, you look all shiny like a chromed utensil." He crudely remarked while sliding his hands over my wetlook-clad ass.

With my body bent over, my ass was really filling out those tight leggings, stretching the shiny material and making the fabric look ultra lustrous. Even though I totally expected him to do it, he didn't smack my bubble butt right there. Instead, he flicked his finger against my ass cheek. It almost bounced off 'cause my booty was super full and tight and firm in those shiny confines. What an awesome sight!

After playing with my wetlook-clad butt for a while, the stony-faced dude eventually pulled my pants down, exposing my bronzed buns with the kiss tattoos and my bronzed thighs with the kinky bow tattoos.

"What the fuck! Hehehe!" He suddenly exclaimed in total disbelief.

"Hehehe! Just strike me pink!" The lawyer had a short, unexpected laughing fit.

Um... what was going on here? I was super confused by the sudden outburst. No way, I could explain this development. No way, I knew what had caused it. Miller's laughing fit was totally outta character for him. It totally defied explanation.

"Look at that. Hehehe!" He eventually burst out. "I've seen a lot of things but this is beyond laughable. Those lip tattoos are silly, those bow tattoos are pathetic, but that piercing's so derpy it beats everything."

Oh! Now, I see. He was talking about my zipper piercing. Sure, it was kinda extravagant. But a clit piercing wasn't that unusual, right? I still didn't get all the fuzz and buzz and stuff. I mean, silly, pathetic, derpy? More like, cute, chick, glitzy, right?

"But, but... you, like mostly, don't like my clitty bling?" I asked kinda innocently, shaking my hips to show off the piercing. "Don't you, like wow, think it's totally awesome? You know, the way, it glitters, like, super sparkly?"

"It's totally ridiculous. That's what it is, you idiot boobs." The law dude deadpanned in response. "You're a stupid cunt 'n your cunt looks stupid. What a match!"

Ouch! The burn!

I opened my mouth to explain that the zipper piercing wasn't just a trinket but also my bimbo switch. In the end, however, I decided not to say another word. Miller would have only turned it into more ridicule, right? Anyhow, there was so no point in talking jewelry with a starchy dude like him. What did he know about decorations? Duh!

When I didn't respond, the strict lawyer left me standing bent over the table with the teabags dangling off my nipples while getting comfortable on the couch. Meanwhile, I was constantly trembling from sheer degradation. After all, he was making fun of my beautifications and reducing me to a kitchen utensil!