Jessica's Change Management Ch. 18

All eyes observed me squirming and grimacing. They totally enjoyed my discomfort. Most of all, Shelly looked über-delighted. I guess she was more than happy that it wasn't her in this position. To make matters worse, there was a big mirror at the wall, forcing me to watch myself getting turned into an object.

"About that party game!" Miller finally picked up the thread after leaving me to stew for at least 5 minutes. "It goes like this. Whosoever makes the stupid cunt knock over a cup gets to use her for a climax. Sounds like fun?"

"Yeah!" Shelly quickly cheered.

Quelle surprise... not! She was more than quick to hurry behind me, followed by Miller who more like marched over to me. Meanwhile, Ortega remained seated on the couch watching the spectacle.

"Keep your arms clasped behind your back, bimbo dunce." The law dude told me. "You can manage to be a good party toy, can you?"

"Let the game begin!" He then gave the go-ahead without waiting for my response.

Twitching from nervousness, I clasped my arms behind my back. Shortly after that, I felt a hand caressing my ass. From a quick glance into the mirror, I knew that it was the strict lawyer. He ran his hand all over my buns caressing every inch.

Miller started tapping my left ass cheek. It wasn't a stroke but several light taps instead. They caused me to anticipate a hard slap without knowing when it would come. Oh dang! This was worse than one harsh stroke 'cause it didn't give me a chance to braze myself. I could barely hold still, moaning and complaining all the time. The wait was so awful. Totally agonizing! Totally inevitable!

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

SLAP!

After five soft taps the harsh blow landed on my ass. Miller didn't hit my left butt cheek as I had anticipated, though. Instead, he chose the bun he hadn't tapped before. Oh gawd! He caught me off guard. Oh boy! The slap stung and instantly reddened my buttock.

I teetered forward with the impact. As a result, some water spilled outta the cups. Oh no! As a result, every fiber in my body tensed up. Oh woah! Good thingie, though, my muscles convulsed so much, 'cause due to it, I didn't knock the cups over. Oh phew! The teabags remained in the water... for now. Miller hadn't succeeded... for now.

I was still dealing with the burn on my ass when Shelly changed position with the lawyer. This time, I didn't look into the mirror. I didn't complain either, 'cause I so wouldn't give the trophy chick the triumph of making me beg. I expected her to slap my ass the same way anyhow.

Once again, though, I was in for a surprise 'cause Blondie was following Miller's lead and ran her hands over my butt for starters. First, she caressed my buns with the flat of her right hand. Then I suddenly felt a hand on each ass cheek.

The secretary was scraping my buttocks with her long rose pink chrome tips! She didn't scratch my flesh roughly, though. Instead, she teased my butt meat with her red French style nails, making me shudder.

My whole body started trembling, and the teabags began stirring up the water in the cups. This treatment was way worse than Miller's taps 'cause it left me without a clue of what was coming. So helpless! So unprepared!

"Ooowww!" I suddenly whaled.

The impact had happened. But in a totally different way than I had expected. Shelly had started scraping my ass cheeks going from the inside to the outside. That way, she had spread my buns open. With my ass crack exposed, the trophy chick had abruptly put her hand at my asshole and scratched my ass ring, roughly this time. The skin on my asshole was super sensitive, so much so that it burnt as fudge.

"Owww! Owww! Ouch!" I screamed in pain.

For a few seconds, I lost control over my body. Oh jeez! I was shaking violently. I was shifting from one foot to the other to ease the pain. Gulp!

As a result, both teabags slipped outta the water. Oh no! In despair, I watched the cups teetering while I desperately tried to steady myself. Oh no, no! They came close to falling over, really close, super close. Oh no, no, no! The cups rocked back and forth and back and forth. But luckily, they didn't tumble over. Phew!

I barely managed to regain my foothold before Miller was back in position behind me. With a quick look over to daddy, I noticed how much he enjoyed the perverse spectacle. At least, he was pleased with the circus act he was offered. I really was a good ass clown. Tihi!

Once again, the stony-faced law dude began tapping my ass lightly, using my right butt cheek this time. All the while, my sensitive asshole burnt. I mean, it hadn't been rough enough to leave a claw mark or stuff. Far from it! However, the element of surprise and the sudden sting had been a nasty mixture.

Not giving a darn, Miller drew the tapping out even longer, changing the rhythm several times. Repeatedly, he feinted the slap, making me flinch. It must have been a bitching show with me jerking and twitching around.

SLAP

Finally, a heavy stroke landed on my left buttock. However, I was too tensed up to move much. Yay!

SLAP

Miller noticed that I had been prepared so he quickly followed the slap with another hard blow to my right ass cheek, catching me off-guard yet again. Nay! The stroke had been extra strong, so much so that I almost fell sideways to the ground. I only kept myself steady by grabbing the edge of the table. Good thingie 'cause the firm grip helped me keep the teabags from knocking over the cups. Yanay!

"Tsktsktsk, ditzy doll!" Ortega scolded me from the off. "As a matter of fact, you broke a rule, Miss Bimbo. It happens again and both players get a free act of intercourse, I have to say. You hear, dummy?"

"Oh daddy, gotcha, like totes! I'm, like, so sorry!" I quickly apologized and re-clasped my hands behind my back.

In the meantime, Miller and Shelly had changed places. Once more, I felt Blondie running her long, acrylic fingernails over my ass cheeks. It painfully reminded me of my burning ringpiece. I almost begged her not to scratch it another time. I bid my lips, though, to keep myself from giving the trophy chick that triumph.

Shelly, however, followed Miller's lead and feinted a slap a coupla times, making me flinch to everybody's amusement. She ran her nails all over my butt, spreading my cheeks and exposing my pussy repeatedly.

"Ooohhh!" I finally groaned when she went for the kill.

Blondie hadn't scratched my asshole this time. Instead, she had rudely pulled on my zipper piercing and twisted it. In the process, she had mercilessly flicked my clit. It didn't hurt so much, pleasure sweeping over me instead. All the attention had really built up to max arousal in my loins. It was stirring under the surface, but the touch to my clittie zipper almost broke the barrier. Oh gosh! I shook harder than ever.

Instead of toppling forward or sideways, though, my knees buckled, and I sank towards the ground. Uh-oh! Lucky me, the downward movement kept the teabags in the cups. With my head going totally blank, however, my arms twitched trying to grip the table again. So accidentally! So unfavorably!

My calf muscles screamed when I did my best to keep myself from falling flat onto my ass. My arms flailed about when I did my best to keep myself from gripping the table. What an effort! What a struggle!

It was super strenuous, so much so that I broke out in a sweat. Still, I managed to remain standing without touching the table. Getting back into position, I heard Shelly cursing. That made me smile, sorta. That bitch wouldn't break me. No way!

"Off you go, old pal! Finishing the ditzy doll should not be that hard, I expect!" Ortega kinda rooted for his buddy in his own condescending way.

Obviously, nobody had expected me to last that long - a notion that made me smile, sorta. With Miller standing behind me, however, I knew that another ass slap was in order. That was why I tried to focus and constrict my muscles although that was really complicated, what with my throbbing pussy and mushy brain.

Once again, the strict lawyer started by tapping my ass. This time, he alternated between his left and right hand. He also switched back and forth from my left to my right butt cheek. Shoot! He was totally confusing me.

He was totally succeeding in it 'cause I could neither anticipate the hand he would use nor the buttock he would slap. That was why I simply focused on keeping a firm position. Actually, that was difficult enough for my candy brain. Besides, the burning of my bottom, the stinging of my asshole, and the prickling of my clittie didn't help, either. As if!

SLAP

"Ooowww!... Ooohhh!... Fuuudge!"

Miller's stroke hit me and it had the ultimate impact. It wasn't as strong as the last two blows but better placed, way better placed, so much so that it made me scream from lust, I mean pain, I mean both.

"Owww! Mmm! Aaargh! Oooh!"

You want to know why the smack had the maximum impact? 'Cause the law dude had slapped me right onto my pussy! Oh! My! Fudging! Gawd!

For a moment, everything went black. Then stars exploded in front of my eyes, and ultimately, my whole body convulsed as blazing pain thundered through me. Delightful pleasure was following close behind while both sensations mixed.

I totally lost control. Faintly, I heard the sound of both cups getting knocked over. It had happened. The milk, I mean the water, was spilled, like literally. It was running all over the table while the teabags dangled off my nippies. Miller had succeeded. Oh no! Oh yeah? Oh dunno!

SLAP!

"Oooh! Owww! Oooh! Aaarrrgh!"

I screamed my head off while I was on the brink of climaxing. But Miller wasn't having any of that. Instead, he continued slapping my pussy as if the game wasn't over.

SLAP! SQUISH!

SLAP! SQUISH!

He really smacked my pussy hard. Every blow was stronger than the previous one and made my soppy cunny squish noisily. Every blow caused a sting to surge through me and made my body rear up. Oh my! I basically performed a tap dance in front of the table.

Miller didn't stop beating my pussy. But then it happened, I came! The orgasm was ultra intense. Gosh! I was riding my climax out like my life depended on it. I was literally flying high!

When I finally came back to earth, however, the reality dawned on me. I had failed at the lawyer's game. Gulp! I hadn't been supposed to knock over the keeps. Instead, I had been supposed to act as a stiff object.

But wait! Wind that back. I had cum! Oh my fudging gawd! I had reached a crashing orgasm after being reduced to a human tea infuser! I had climaxed while having my pussy slapped! Oh wow! So degrading! So telling!

Bad thingie, though, nobody had allowed me to cum. Daddy hadn't given me any kinda permission and Miller hadn't been out for that when beating my cunny for sure. Sorry, not sorry! Or more like, sorry my bad!

That was why I remained standing behind the table with my head lowered and my arms clasped behind my back, literally like a schoolgirl waiting for a reprimand from the principal. I really felt bad for not being able to live up to the law dude's expectations. Way more, though, I felt bad for breaking one of daddy's rules.

"Good gracious, Carlos! This is getting worse 'n worse." Miller stated promptly. "First, your bimbo dunce's dawdling and running late. Now, she's cumming without permission."

"How could you ever hire this idiot boob as ass-istant?" He seemed exasperated. "She's too stupid to do anything right. There are big-tit bimbos out there who are hotter and younger without suffering verbal diarrhea and mental constipation."

Ouch! What a burn! It stung almost worse than getting my asshole scratched.

"Damn! I'm sorry I helped you hire this miscast. She seems beyond remedy!" The lawyer apologized. "She needs to learn to follow orders and quick."

Please, what?!? Miscast? So not true! The way I talked and looked and behaved, I was the bestest office bimbo ever!

"If you don't mind, I know how to train a stupid cunt. I'd be happy to teach her a few lessons if you lend her to me for the rest of the week." He suggested outta the blue. "If that doesn't work, nothing will."

Please, what again?!? Lend me out? No way! That was the last thingie I wanted to happen. I so didn't want to spend time alone with this stone-cold dude. I mean, I was really afraid of him.

By the way, I so wasn't some ordinary product! You couldn't borrow me or rent me like an object! Then again, I sported fake nails, fake tan, fake streaks, and stuff. I had really worked hard to turn myself into a fuck object. Duh!

The realization that I was just another stereotypical bimbo from the assembly line stifled any kinda protest. Probably, my boss wouldn't even notice me missing from the office. So I remained in my regretful schoolgirl posture, although I shot a coupla pleading looks at Ortega.

"That's a compelling argument, I have to say. You might work wonders, I believe." Ortega weighed his options.

Uh-oh! Daddy wasn't declining right away. That was bad, really bad. Actually, it made me break out in a sweat.

"However, I got plans for my ass-istants for tomorrow. Maybe, at a later date." He finally decided.

Phew! What a close call! Too close in my opinion.

"Mind you, we may use the rest of our time for a training session indeed." Ortega wasn't done, though.

Oh no! He couldn't! He wouldn't! Daddy please! This wasn't as grody as getting lent out. Yet, it still wasn't gnarly at all. Barf me out!

"Very well. We better get started then." Miller agreed. "It's highly likely, idiot boobs needs plenty of time to learn the simplest things."

"Go to my car and fetch the items from my trunk." He instructed me next. "They're the only items in there so you can't get it wrong, stupid cunt."

Kinda confused, I took his keys. Kinda confused, I looked at him for further instructions. I couldn't read a thingie in his steely, ice-cold eyes, however.

"Don't look like a stunned mullet!" Miller added crudely. "You owe me a free fuck, remember? So get going, you big-tit bimbo!"

Oh woah! Was it his sharp tone or the mentioning of my betting debt? Dunno! Anyhow, it broke the spell and made me scramble to follow his order in an instant.

Turning around, I headed outta the VIP room. I quickly made my way to the exit. Passing the bar, however, I suddenly felt a hand grabbing my arm and stopping me. It was Checo. As much as he had hated this fancy club, I was surprised he was still around. I mean, he had gotten his piece of ass and blown his load already, right?

"Where ya at, biatch? Been lookin' fo' ya!" He growled at me.

Before I had a chance to respond, he pushed me into the niche next to the bar and trapped me there.

"Cha hidin' from me or sumpin', puta?" He was really angry. "Told cha 'bout my homie da bouncer, remember? Ya still owe my vato a tap at yo hoe ass cuz he let us in da club."

"You must be one of Daniel's friends, I assume." A voice suddenly rang out from behind me.

When I recognized the voice, my heart stood still for a moment. Oh no! Oh, no, no, no! Not again! For the second time, two of my worlds collided. First, my colleagues had clashed with my gang boys. Now, it was my boss running into my gangster homies.

Yeah, you figured that one out correctly. It was Ortega stepping behind me. He must have walked outta the VIP room to go for a pee or stuff. On his way, he must have seen me getting trapped by the gangster.

This wouldn't end any better than the first clash, would it? The smug exec locking horns with the thuggish gangbanger! The consequences would be way more severe, right? Once more, my mind was boggling, so much so that I got close to feinting again.

SPLASH!

Feeling some kinda cold liquid spraying into my face brought me back to earth. It gave me a bitching shake, making me flail about dramatically. Oh my gosh! Ortega had carried his glass of bubbly with him. So pompous! So fancy! However, he had used it to splash the alcohol into my face. So not pompous! So not a white knight!

Jeez! I must have literally looked like a drowned rat with the bubbly fizzing down my cheeks. As we were standing in the dimly lit niche, Ortega's sexist action hadn't caused a great stir yet. Fortunately! Still, the two men sitting at the corner of the bar had witnessed it all. Totally humiliating! Totally demeaning!

"I've been informed about Daniel's gang affiliations, indeed." Ortega told the gangbanger without paying me any further attention. "We have mutual interests, I believe. We might be able to benefit from each other."

Um... what?!? Please what?!? Had I heard that correctly?

This was going in a totally different direction than expected. The smug exec and the gangster weren't really having a fight, not at all. Totally the opposite. Truth be told, my boss wasn't really the type of guy to get into a bar fight anyhow. He was more like the conniving devious backstabber. However, I would have totally expected Checo to get hella puffed up and ready for a brawl. Apparently, though, the ex-con recognized an opportunity when it presented itself.

"You see, I don't have much use for the ditzy doll beyond workhours." My boss explained. "To be honest, she is such high maintenance it is barely worth it."

High maintenance?!? Not worthy?!? So not true! I was totally inclined to pipe up and set that right. I mean, I had to distract them some way before they were producing some kinda silly ideas, right?

Should I flash my boobies again? It had worked before. Reaching up to my zipper, I stopped halfway. It wouldn't work this time, right? Not with Ortega and Checo. They were way too hard-nosed to get sidetracked that easily.

SPLASH!

Ugh! That was what I got for thinking so much. Duh! It made Ortega react faster than me and dump more bubbly into my face when he noticed my hand movement. Towering over him in my high-heeled overknee boots, he had to reach up to throw the champagne at me, which made it look way more comical. So absurd! So ridiculous!

From the corner of my eye, I saw the two dudes at the bar pointing at my flushed face and laughing at me. Sticking their heads together, they were obviously making jokes about the dumb slut in the tacky outfit submitting to a smug, little men. However, daddy had a point. A bimbo shouldn't interrupt men when they talked, right? I shouldn't have forgotten that.

"Miss Bimbo, you have a task to fulfil, I believe." Ortega eventually addressed me, a hint of threat in his voice. "I don't think Mr. Miller will appreciate you running late again."

Oh Lordy! Once again, I was getting sent away just like that. I was of no use in a serious conversation. I was only serviceable to fetch stuff. Deal with it!

"You see, we can increase our profits if we split her up, I believe." My boss turned his attention back to Checo.

OMG! It sounded like the two were about to get into business! That would really mean trouble for me, wouldn't it? The kinda trouble I couldn't even imagine. Anyhow, I didn't have time for big visions right now. As Ortega had said, I couldn't make Miller wait for a second time.

It wasn't difficult to find Miller's car. It was the most expensive and most luxurious German sports car in the underground parking garage. Duh! Opening the trunk, however, I was in for a surprise. I mean, it was a strange request in the first place, right? Having an ass-istant fetch some thingies from your car during a VIP party?

There were only two thingies inside. The first one was a black strap-on dildo with harness and the second one was a big fleshy dildo with suction cup. Holy fudge!

I mean, what the fudge? First of all, why did he have these sex toys in his car? More importantly, why did I have to fetch them? Most crucially, how was I supposed to take them to the club? Oh my! Oh my!