Jessica's Change Management Ch. 18

I couldn't just carry them in my hands while walking back through the entrance door, right? The bouncers so wouldn't let me in for sure. I couldn't stuff them into my glitter purse either 'cause it was way too small for that. The dildos would peek out and everybody would see them.

I was totally at a loss. I really didn't know what to do. Getting panicky, I looked around. For what? Probably, for help or advice or support or whatever. Actually, I would have asked the closest person for a tip. Silly me! However, there was nobody else in the parking garage. Lucky me!

With no one to ask, I had to make a decision on my own. Not really my strong suit, right? That was probably why my choice wasn't the bestest. Why? Cause, I sat down in the trunk with my legs hanging outta the car.

After taking a final look down the parking garage to make sure that I was alone, I lifted my butt and peeled the tight wetlook leggings off my ass. That was the easy part. The hard part was coming next. I had to stuff the phallic strap-on dildo up my pussy.

Yep, I had decided that this was the easiest way to go. The harness actually consisted of two small straps with a clasp at the end. I could have those straps hanging down my thighs. Pulling up the leggings, the strap-on wouldn't be visible. Easy-peasy, right?

That only left the dildo with suction cup. I guess I had to take a flyer on that and try to stow it in my purse any way possible. Giving it a try, however, the fake cockhead peeked out. It was so visible. It was too visible. Maybe, I could stow it somewhere else?

Whatever! First thingies first. Lucky me, I had just cum epically. So my crotch area was kinda drenched. Hastily, I rubbed the phallic strap-on dildo across my pussy, trying to get it really wet. All the while, I listened to every creak and crunch, literally like a lux. I was so ready to jump outta the trunk and pretend like nothing was going on at any moment.

I didn't hear any creaking or crunching or clicking or clacking. So I proceeded with my burial, sorta. I pushed two fingers through my slit and slipped them in and outta my pussy. Oh wow! I was getting all worked up again. Mostly, though, I scooped up the juices from deep inside of my cunny and spread them all over my pissy flaps.

I was ready, so ready. After spitting on the strap-on dildo a coupla times for good measure, I placed the fake cockhead at the entrance to my coochie and started pushing. Could you believe it? I was sitting in the trunk of a stranger's car in a public parking garage with my legs spread wide and my leggings pulled down, pushing the end of a strap-on dildo into my cunny. The cheekiness!

Actually, it was total audacity, so much so that it added new pussy juices to my coochie. The dildo was something like 6" long and about 1.5" wide, I suppose. Not really a monster cock. Anyhow, I greedily crammed it inside and my throbbing pussy more than welcomed that nice, hard member.

It felt so good while I pushed on. The hard part, however, was burying the complete shaft inside of me. Not easy-peasy. Not at all! I grinded my hips into the strap-on while I did my best not to start moaning loudly. The dildo was entering my deepest depths. The walls inside of me gradually allowed more and more of the silicone shaft to enter me.

Oh wow! I felt stuffed when I finally had the entire fake cock up my pussy. Oh boy! I also felt aroused, so much so that I simply followed my hunch. Turning around, I got on my knees, so I was kneeling in the trunk with my ass in the air. If someone came by now, I wouldn't even see it or notice it. Yelp!

Before that thought registered with me, however, I had already grabbed the second dildo and spat a coupla times onto it. Yep, you're right. I was dead set on burying it up my ass. Yep, I was hell bent on plugging both my fuckholes with fake cocks.

It would have been cleverer to first plug my ass and then stuff my cunny? That's what you're saying right now, aren't you? Well, you might be right about that. However, I hadn't really planned ahead so much, getting right down to business instead. I mean, this wasn't an exam or stuff, right? Thinking ahead wasn't the main priority! Duh!

Anyhow, I got straight to work. The spittle wasn't much lubricant but it had to do. After all, I was a well-trained anal slut by now and this was kinda like a chance to prove that fact to myself. Tihi! With my pussy stuffed already, it was easier said than done, though. Umph!

This time, the difficulty was reversed. The hardest part was to wriggle the fake cockhead past my tight, puckered ringpiece. I really had to grit my teeth not to grunt loudly while I stabbed and pierced my precious sphincter.

When the fake cockhead was nicely implanted up my bunghole, though, it became easier 'cause I simply had to push and shove. I finally groaned noisily when I felt my ass chute stretching, the two silicone shafts rubbing against each other, or more like rubbing that sensitive membrane thingie from both sides.

Mmm! The sensations! The pleasure! The fullness! Actually, I had never felt so stuffed before, like ever. Anyway, I was super happy when I was finished. I thought it was a great proof of my skills, wasn't it?

Pulling the wetlook leggings back into place, it worked. The straps dangled down my legs and the suction cup was pressed against my buns. That way, the shiny pants easily fit over my ass. So awesome!

Standing up and getting outta the trunk, however, wasn't that easy 'cause stuffing. Yep! I literally felt like a stuffed turkey here. In fact, I walked like I had a corn cob stuck inside of me, although I actually had two in me. Duh!

I was more like staggering and stumbling back to the rooftop bar. Oh boy! The bouncers at the door looked at me hella attentively, so much so that I wasn't sure they would let me in, what with me staggering like a drunken party girl.

"Oh gosh! Boys, like, sooo sorry." I gushed while blinking innocently at the muscle dudes. "It's party time! Woohoo! Aren't you, like, excited?"

Au natural, I acted like my bubbliest self. Totally cheery, I threw my hands in the air while giving my best woo-girl impression. I had that down to a T for sure. All touchy-feely, I followed it up by propping my hands against the bouncers' thick chests. Running my hands up to their necks, I hugged them until I basically hung between them, supporting myself like clinging to a doorframe, or more like pushing their faces onto my fleshy pillows. Tihi!

"Really sorry, boys! Just, like, living it up!" I continued apologizing. "You know, I'm, like, totally wondering if it's, like, okie to bring some toys along, like totes?"

OMG! That question had slipped out just like that. I had gotten too bubbly and excited, so much so that I had totally gotten carried away. I mean, it must have been some kinda fraud slip or Freud slip or whatever. You know, that slip of the tongue thingie.

Oh no! Oh fudge! How was I ever going to explain that away? Of course, the bouncers didn't ignore my remark. They instantly became vigilant and started inspecting me intently.

"Oh, don't you worry, boys!" I tried to play it down. "I, like, so don't wanna make a fuss. I wanna make party! Woohoo!"

Oh dang! They didn't let me off the hook that easily. Instead, they continued suspiciously eyeing me up. Oh no! They were starting to look a bit too closely at my leggings. Any closer and they would notice the dents in the wetlook material.

I had to distract them! Again, I had to distract some dudes. That was like a recurring theme of the day. Duh! Anyway, I always say never change a running thingie or whatever the saying. I mean, never think twice about thingies that worked once, right? So much wasted time! That was why I used a well-practiced trick.

"You know, I'm, like, talking 'bout this kinda toy. See!" I hastily added while opening my purse.

With a beaming smile, I pulled a thingie from my purse and presented it to the bouncers. It was my final lollipop! Of course! Naturally, the bouncers didn't look too convinced. After all, a lolly wasn't a toy, right?

"You know, hihihi, you can, like, totally push that in lotsa different places, don't you?" I quickly dropped a sexually charged hint. "Cause, you know, I sooo love doing that. It's my little traveling toy. Hihihi!"

Finally, the bouncers started relaxing. Apparently, that excuse fit my looks and behavior. Duh! Laughing at my silliness, they eventually let me pass. Phew!

Entering the club, I was really staggering around. Gosh! The dildos were stretching my fuckholes massively, so much so that I got close to toppling over every coupla steps. My stumbling caused me to bump into a buncha dudes, not that they minded a hot bimbo clinging to their shoulder.

Truth be told, most of them didn't mind. Some of them, however, pushed me away like a pesky fly, making me stumble down the line until I bumped into the next dude. OMG! I was literally bouncing around like a ping pong ball. Ugh!

To somewhat keep myself steady, I ended up pushing my hands against these strangers' chests, which was kinda nice 'cause I was so touchy-feely right now. Bad thingie, though, I was getting ahead really slowly.

I had just passed the bar, when I bumped into another dude. Not Checo! Phew! Not Ortega! Phew! Phew! Not Damon! Phew! Phew! Phew! So many men to watch out for. Umph!

Whatever, the unknown dude was really caught off guard, so much so that he lifted his hands and cupped my titties. Oh wow! He got a full feel of my boobies before pushing me away with stiff-arms to my funbags.

Oh Lordy! His push was really strong sending me right onto the dance floor, which was hella packed by now. Oh wow! So many dudes dancing in groups or individually. So many hands groping my titties or kneading my ass. Probably, my skanky outfit was like a carte blanche for them to freely feel me up. Potentially, my slutty behavior was signaling my consent. Possibly maybe!

Anyways, I really had to wrestle my way from the dancefloor to the VIP area. When I finally entered the VIP room, I had to catch my breath 'cause my whole body was tingly, what with all the groping and touching and feeling up.

Entering, I noticed that Ortega had already returned. Apparently, he had quickly completed his new business dealings with LGZ. Whatever! The men hadn't waited for me to return. They obviously didn't care for me to be present. Instead, they were totally focused on Shelly.

The blonde secretary was positioned on all fours on the table with the two dudes spit-roasting her. Standing behind her, Miller drilled her pussy in doggystyle while Ortega got his dick sucked from the front.

Shocker! Stimulator! Horror! Exciter!

It was literally like watching a train wreck. I hated to see the guys focusing on my mentor. I loved watching their glorious cocks. I hated to see my rival enjoying all the sensations. I loved watching the guys manhandling the blonde bitch. I hated being sidelined. I loved watching a chick getting treated like a piece of fuckmeat.

Oh dang! I so badly wanted to look away, but I couldn't. If I had clasped my hands in front of my eyes, I would have peeked through my fingers for sure. I so couldn't look away! That was why I closely watched Shelly on hands and knees. Her pink pencil bodycon dress had been rolled up so it clung to her midsection. Her shapely ass was naked and her exposed boobies hung off her chest.

Actually, you couldn't really say her titties were hanging 'cause plastic bags. Those silicone titties were way too firm and literally looked like two round fleshmelons bolted to her chest. Tihi! No comparison to my natural breasts that were all soft and jiggly and tear-shaped. So no contest! So no match!

Then again, plastic looks were totally bimboy, weren't they? I mean, it was an integral part of being a bimbo doll. Fake hair, fake nails, fake lips... fake tits. Kinda like a logical progression. Dang!

Maybe, that was why the trophy chick got all the fun instead of me. So unfair! I mean, she had lost the party game. She had been a total bore. Yet, she was getting rewarded 'cause she had blonder hair and faker tits. So wrong!

Once again, I wanted to pipe up and draw the dudes' attention. I said and did no such thingie, however. After all, I had offended Miller, what with me running late and cumming without permission.

After about 5 minutes or so, Miller and Ortega were still fucking Blondie and totally ignoring me. I was super annoyed by that. Their total disrespect drove me crazy, so much so that I had to express my indignation in some way.

Of course, I didn't dare speaking up or stuff. Instead, I sighed theatrically and pulled the lip enhancer from my purse. At least, a bit of beautification was some useful thingie to bridge the time. I tried way hard to perform my beautification in the most noisy and dramatic and hammy way ever. Still, no attention whatsoever! Not even a brief look or swift glance. Dang!

About 10 minutes later, nothing much had changed. The two dudes were still fucking the trophy chick while I continued plumping up my lips even though my trout pout must have been puffed up to the max by now. Tihi!

Then it happened! Miller finally let his cock slip outta the blonde secretary and turned towards me. I was so excited and flustered and jittery, I almost jumped on the spot, or more like let the lip enhancer drop. Duh!

It seemed to me like the strict lawyer walked over to me in slow motion. As if! Instead, he briskly marched over to me. Oh boy! Even with his erect member sticking outta his pants, he looked and acted stern and rigorous. Gasp!

Anyhow, simply seeing his rigid member was enough to make my mouth drool. The lawyer didn't ask me about the dildos or the task, though. Actually, he didn't ask me any kinda thingie. He didn't even say a word to me. Instead, he stepped outta his pants and shorts. Grabbing his white underpants, he scrunched them up into a bundle of dirty cotton and stuffed them right into my mouth. Oh gawd! Oh ugh!

I got totally caught off guard, so much so that I stood there like literally frozen to the ground and dutifully kept my mouth open. I should have spat those yukky, worn shorts out at once. I should have presented the dildos at once. Shoulda, coulda, woulda.

Of course, I did no such thingie. Truth be told, I was way too mesmerized by the hot scene, way too dutiful in my ass-istant part, way too subordinate in my bimbo role. There wasn't much you could do as the lowest ranked filly in the stable, right?

Instead, I remained standing on my spot while the distinct flavor of sweat filled my mouth. Ew! Miller didn't give a fudge anyway 'cause he turned around and focused his attention back on fucking the secretary.

Silently standing on my spot, I fought off nausea while watching Shelly have all the fun. Despite the yukky taste attacking my taste buds, I sensed my mouth starting to water, or more like my pussy starting to water, or mostly both. Duh! I so badly wanted to touch myself, but I couldn't. I had to stand idle and wait for orders. Yet, the total disregard made my pussy super itchy. So throbby! So drippy!

On impulse, I squeezed my thighs. That wasn't a good idea, though, 'cause dildo stuffing. Gosh! I was mega aroused, so much so that I could have cum on my dildos just like that. It never materialized, though. Mostly, 'cause Miller stepped away from Blondie for the second time and marched over to me.

"Now, bimbo dunce, did you fetch those items?" He eventually addressed me.

"Oh baby, you, like, so betcha!" I mumbled into the shorts.

Just as quickly, I grabbed my waistband and pulled my black leggings down to my knees. Turning a proud pirouette, I showed off the two dildos crammed up my fuckholes even though my spinning wasn't gracious in any way 'cause stuffing. Duh!

"That's more practicability than I would have expected from the stupid cunt." The lawyer told Ortega.

My boss, however, didn't seem to care 'cause he was preoccupied with skull fucking his secretary, which caused loud gagging and gurgling echoes in the room. Whatever! Miller watched me closely perform my pirouette even though he didn't show much of a reaction to the awkward sight. That only spurred me on, though, Finally, I was getting some kinda attention. It made me act really enthusiastically, so much so that I took another spin.

I got a bit too high-spirited there, however, and almost fell on my face from the momentum. While I was reeling dangerously, the strict lawyer stopped me with my backside facing him. Totally showing his lack of empathy, he grabbed the suction cup dildo and ripped it outta my asshole. Ouchie! Not giving a fudge about my muffled cries of pain, he replaced the shorts with the fake cock. Ickie!

With smacking sounds, I munched on the dildo. It so wasn't my flavor. As if! The taste was super bitter and mega foul. It was ultra earthy and über-nasty! Ewww! Still, it was totally my cuppa tea 'cause attention.

With the dildo clean, Miller grabbed the strap-on and ripped it from my coochie just as caringly... not! Oh gosh! It was really abrupt. It was really brutal, so much so that my fuckholes remained open like gaping cave mouths. With the stuffing gone, I felt super empty which made me whine loudly as a result. Totally not impressed, Miller turned and marched past the table towards the couch. Outta the blue, he used the suction cup to stick the dildo to the mirror hanging over the sofa.

"C'mon idiot boobs! Don't need you looking stupid while being useless." He remarked. "Hit the ground running 'n start paying back your debt."

"Don't stop till that mirror's drenched with cunt juice, you big tit bimbo!" He added.

Oh wow! The stone-cold dude wasn't about to simply fuck me to get his climax, right? He was about to make me work my ass off to pay back this silly betting debt, wasn't he?

Whatever! The task wouldn't be too difficult, would it? I mean, my cunny was sopping already, right? Really enthusiastically, I climbed onto the sofa. Turning around, I got into place beneath the mirror. Soon, my pussy would be stuffed again! Soon, my pussy would be stretched again! These prospects made me super giddy. But then I stopped.

This wasn't going so easy, not at all! I couldn't reach the dildo, not in my kneeling position. What a bummer! I sighed in disappointment. Actually, it felt like my fuckholes were sighing just as loudly. Tihi!

No way did I give up so easily, though. Hastily, I got onto my feet, or more like my heels 'cause stiletto overknees. Woah! It so wasn't easy to stand on the soft sofa cushion. I was literally heaving and swaying like a ship in a storm. Flailing my arms, I tried to keep steady. Lucky me, the boots stabilized my knees and thighs.

Awkwardly, I decided to take some time to get used to this weird footing. So I started stripping while balancing on the sofa cushion like it was literally a tight rope. I tried my bestest to make it a sexy show, slowly opening the zipper and letting the white corset slide to the floor before bending down.

Letting my boobies dangle off my chest, I moved my shoulders to make them swing around, literally like super jiggly pillows blowing in the wind. Meanwhile, I started running my hands down my wetlook leggings. Pushing the shiny material all the way up, I slipped it over my boots before peeling the tight pants off leg by leg.

All the time, I had to mind my balance to keep from falling. All the time, I had to mind my super long porn claws to keep from tearing my leggings. Oh woah! Mental overload! In the end, it took a super huge effort to somehow get naked except for the overknees. Oh, and the tattoos and fake tan, of course.

Remaining in my bent over position, I kept my legs straight. Waving my arms through the air, I reached back to grab my buns and spread my ass cheeks. That way, my heaving and swaying only increased, though. Gosh! I felt like getting seasick here, sorta.