Jessica's Change Management Ch. 18

Even though Miller looked like he might have enjoyed my initiative, he wasn't done. Even though it didn't show on his stone-cold face, he let me have another sip from the 'good bimbo cup'. Yay! The cold tea water was almost gone. However, there was only a small remainder of piss in the 'bad bimbo cup' too. I couldn't make a mistake now. No way!

Taking over control, the lawyer was quick to reposition the two ass-istants. Moments later, I found myself lying on my back with Shelly squatting over me. Oh dang! Her ass was hovering right above me. You know what that meant, right?

Now, I was the one on the receiving end. Now, I was the goal of the cum and spit shots. The secretary was supposed to squeeze the mixture from her ass. She was about to give me a cumfart cocktail. So nasty! So messy!

I would have screamed. I would have kicked my legs. I would have tried to escape the situation. However, I was totally set on finishing the 'good bimbo cup' first. So I stayed in my position, put my palms on Shelly's ass cheeks to spread her buns wide, and obediently opened my trout pout.

"Ugh!... Ew!... Ugh! Ewww!... Uuurrrggghhh!" I squealed every time a drop hit me.

Watching the whole procedure was actually way worse than experiencing it. I saw Blondie's gaping asshole winking at me, her ringpiece opening and closing. I saw the cum -and-drool mix slowly seeping out. I saw each and every slurry drop trickle down until I felt it hitting my tongue.

Only, not all drops hit my tongue, for sure. Shelly wasn't a bitching cum shooter, either. The first coupla blobs dribbled down one by one, literally like pearls on a bead. The final gust, however, sprayed out hitting my lips more than my mouth. Now, it was my turn to squeal and whimper in disgust. So gross! So vile!

Turning around, the young secretary kneeled next to me and bent over my face. She lapped the mix of jizz and spit off my lips before she gave me a deep French kiss. The tenderness and intimacy of that kiss really surprised me. Still, I made sure to use my tongue to duel hers, and in the process, transfer all the frothy cum to her mouth.

When Blondie leaned back from the kiss, there was a thick, white strand following her that connected our lips. Oh wow! This was some awesome spit swapping! And it was far from over 'cause Shelly instantly spat the creamy stuff back at me. I twitched in surprise when the frothy sludge hit my mouth and lips and cheeks.

Recovering quickly, though, I used my long fake nails to scoop it back up from my cheeks and lips. All the while, I glanced at Shelly with a wicked sparkle in my eye 'cause she knew what was coming. This time, I fed the cum and drool to myself before spitting it right back at the secretary. Oh wow! This was some awesome spit play.

We continued going back-and-forth until the slurry mixture was so frothy and bubbly that it could barely be swallowed. Of course, that didn't stop Miller from intervening and ordering us to each gulp down half of it.

"No one expected it, but you earned it, you stupid cunt." He said when he handed me the 'good bimbo cup'.

Yay, oh yay! I was allowed to empty the tea water. I mean, it was totally cold and flat by now, but it was way better than the second option. So I was quick to grab the cup and start drinking before Miller produced new ideas.

Gulping down the water, I noticed that Ortega had retreated to the couch. He had been watching the entire scene from there. Obviously, he had totally enjoyed the way his lawyer buddy had managed to debase both his office pets at the same time.

"I have to say, you can't deny the entertainment value these bimbos provide." He remarked with a chuckle.

Oh wow! That sounded awesome! I mean, that were some kinda skills, right? That was some kinda success, wasn't it?

Usually, I would have been overjoyed and totally giddy with pleasure about this ass-essment. However, it suddenly dawned on me that Miller had cashed in his free fuck without ever plugging my cunny or booty. Instead, he had favored Blondies fuckholes over mine. So degrading! So devaluing! Total downer! Total buzzkiller!

Right now, however, I was too tingly and itchy to really grasp the meaning. After all that hot action, I was a puddle of mush, or more like a puddle of lust. Every fiber in my body screamed for release. Every thought that flashed through my head was focused on sex. Sorry, not sorry!

Besides, I had emptied the 'good bimbo cup'! I felt like I deserved a reward for that. After all, I had more than made up for my mistakes by acting extra nasty and ultra slutty, right? There was no way around it, the dudes had to focus on me now! I had so no doubt about that.

The two men, however, didn't make a move 'cause they were taking a break on the couch. Once again, they were ignoring me! Once again, they were sidelining me! Instead of focusing on me, they were talking about some cities they were about to visit on business trips and the sights worth seeing. Totally unimportant! Totally trivial!

Hello there! You got a horny bimbo in your middle in need of a rumpy pumpy! Attention, please!

No way, I could take their disregard. Not again! No way, I could play second fiddle. Not again! Especially not to some travelling information!

"Please daddy, it's, like, my turn now, like totes!" I started complaining while crawling over to Ortega.

My boss looked at me in the most irritated way, ever. His gaze spoke volumes. Angry 'cause I presumed to approach him without permission. Annoyed 'cause I presumed to interrupt his conversation. Surprised 'cause I presumed to make demands. Amused 'cause I could barely articulate my request in my bimbo babble.

"So, you think you deserve an act of intercourse, I assume?" He summed it up. "Let's put it to a vote then."

A what?!? He was kidding, right? A vote?!? That was the most idiotic, most unexpected idea, ever! I mean, since when did Ortega give a fudge about other opinions? That was so totally uncharacteristic. He was a dictator if there ever was one.

"Indeed, we value the input from our business partners!" The smug exec explained. "You see, we have a client, a superior, and a mentor here. We can make an informed decision, I have to say."

Woah! That vote was a total dig at me and my standing, right? It said all about the hierarchy, didn't it? No uncertain terms, for sure! Everyone was allowed to vote, even the secretary. Everyone but me, I mean. Totally devaluing! Totally belittling!

"What shall it be then?" Ortega asked. "Does the ditzy doll deserve cock, I have to ask?"

Kneeling there, nude except for my overknees, I looked from one to the other, my gaze optimistic, my heart throbbing. Shoot! I was super nervous! I was super eager! I was super greedy!

At first, nobody reacted. Actually, Shelly and Miller looked kinda bored by the task. Obviously, they didn't feel like sparing any precious time for the undeserving, low-ranked filly.

In the end, daddy was the first to react. Raising his hand, he showed his support. He was voting in my favor. Yay! Exhaling audibly, my heart jumped from joy. One down, two more to go.

Eventually, Shelly reacted. No way, her response was unexpected, for sure. Shaking her head, she signaled her disfavor. Of course! No surprise there! That response made it a draw. Miller's vote was decisive.

I had provided the law dude with awesome entertainment, right? I had managed to finish the 'good bimbo cup', hadn't I? There was hope here. There was no score here. Just as Shelly, Miller shook his head, signaling his disfavor. The decision had been made and it was against me. No! Shoot! No!

"I've seen enough of this ass clown to know what you get." The law dude provided a simple explanation. "No further testing necessary."

Pleadingly, I looked at the strict lawyer. I almost crawled over to him, clutched his leg, and started begging epically. His look was stone-cold as ever, though. No way, I could change his mind. My bad deeds obviously outweighed my good deeds in his opinion. Duh!

"Well, that settles it." Ortega finally concluded. "No cocks for Miss Bimbo then."

Hearing the decision declared loudly, I let my head hang, as much in disappointment as in shame. I had failed to please the client. That hurt the most, actually.

"However, there was a positive vote. Thus, the bimbo might deserve an appetizer." Ortega teased, which instantly made me prick my ears. "Not a real treat, of course. But a fake one should suffice."

Fake?!? What the fudge was that supposed to mean? Whatever it was, it didn't really matter, 'cause it would be better than nothing, right?

"Shelly, would you be so kind and do the honors?" Daddy suddenly addressed the trophy chick.

Uh-oh! Now, it started to dawn on me. The secretary, the strap-on. Of course! It had been totally obvious! Yet, I hadn't gotten the idea. Apparently, though, I was the only one 'cause Shelly was already in motion.

There was a huge smile plastered all over her face when she grabbed the strap-on dildo that Miller had carelessly tossed onto the table after pulling it from my pussy. She really took her time strapping it on around her crotch 'cause she totally relished my alarmed looks.

Finally, she stepped over to me. As I was still kneeling on the ground, she towered over me letting the fake cock bounce against my cheeks. Holding the dildo across my face, it reached from my chin right to my hairline. Oh gosh! It was as long as my head! So scary! So biggy!

"Oh barbie, I'm so sorry you're such an old fake dummy nowadays." Shelly instantly started teasing me. "My heart bleeds for you when I see that this rubber dick's the only lover that puts up with you."

"But look at the bright side, dummy." She continued. "It's almost as fake as you, isn't it? What a great couple you make, the rubber doll 'n the rubber dick!"

"Now tell me, barbie. How much do you appreciate your lover tolerating all your bitching 'n moaning? Do you think he deserves a welcome kiss?" She asked in a mocking tone.

A kiss?!? Some lube would have been way better. I mean, the long dildo had barely fit in my pussy when I had carried it here. It had totally filled me out. No way, I could tell what the secretary planned on doing with the strap-on. So I better wanted it slick and greasy.

"Kiss your lover then, barbie." She instructed me. "Make sweet love to him like it's your wedding night."

Quickly, I did as told and pursed my lips. When I leaned forward to give it a kiss, though, Blondie pulled the plastic dick outta my reach. Kinda gleefully, the secretary let the fake cock bounce against my trout pout instead. Oh boy! She used my lips like some kinda air cushions as if the dildo was trampolining. It made me feel way more fake. Ugh!

Repeatedly, Shelly told me to make out with the strap-on. Every time, I tried to perform her task, though, she pulled the fake cock away and bounced it against my plumped-up lips. What a bitch! What a taunter!

Eventually, Blondie got bored of it and let me do my magic. Yanay! I started by planting a wet kiss right on the front of the plastic cockhead. However, Shelly wasn't content with that, either.

"Oh barbie, don't tell me you didn't have a boyfriend in high school who took you to an in-car make-out session! Back when you were young and pretty and popular." She mocked me. "You can't take us for idiots. Always remember, you're the idiot boobs."

"C'mon dummy, show us the kind of cheerleader slut you were in high school." The secretary got on a mocking roll. "The way you wear your silly pigtails, you wish you could be that little cheerleader forever, don't you?"

Even though I tried my bestest to resist, her taunting totally spurred me on, so much so that I started smooching the plastic cock and blowing kisses all over the shaft, like we were too horny teenagers. The rubber doll and the rubber dildo in love, indeed. So silly! So comical!

Anyhow, I became more and more passionate and really started getting into my make-out session. Too much for Blondie apparently 'cause she abruptly grabbed my pigtails and dragged me over to the couch.

As the sofa was shaped in an L-form, she made me lie flat on my belly in the sofa corner with my boobies pressed into the cushion and each leg positioned on a side. That way my ass hung in the air and my crotch was spready epically, so much so that my drippy pussy gaped open. Grabbing my arms, Blondie pulled them back and made me spread my butt cheeks wide. That way, my ass crack opened up just like my cunny, revealing my ringpiece. Uh-oh!

There were two appealing targets right in front of her. Two fuckholes all juicy and ready and winking coyly. It must have been an awesome sight, 'cause it made Ortega and Miller lean forward and watch attentively. Yay!

So what did the bitch do? She positioned the massive cockhead right in between my buns, of course. Feeling the tip of the dildo against my asshole, I braced myself for the impact. Good thingie, I had stretched my bunghole with the suction cup dildo before, right? I was prepared! Hah! Take that, bitch!

The impact never happened, though. Instead, Shelly let the strap-on dildo rest at my back entrance, not making another move.

"Oh barbie, is the cheerleader slut getting bored of her lover already? Is she looking to hop to the next stallion like a cheap slut already?" She wouldn't stop mocking me. "C'mon dummy, show your lover what you got to offer."

"You liked twerking for your colleagues so much, didn't you? Shaking your ass like a cheap stripper." She really was on a tear here. "Now, twerk on that cock. Twerk your ass off. Twerk for your lover instead of random blokes that are out of your league anyway, barbie."

Oh wow! What an instruction! She wanted me to shake and grind my butt, right? She wanted me to jiggle my ass and impale my little butthole on that massive strap-on dildo in the process, didn't she? Okie!

I had proven before that I could twerk with the best of them, right? I had proven before that I could take a cock up my ass with the best of them, right? Easy-peasy, then! Actually, I was really excited about this chance. Not the chance to fuck a dildo. Duh! The chance to prove my skills to Ortega and Miller, of course. If I had to twerk on a fake cock up my butt for it, so be it.

Up! Up! Up!

Left! Right! Left! Right!

Ummmph!

Enthusiastically, I started pushing my hips up. Meanwhile, I shook my booty to the sides, making my ass flesh jiggle wildly. I was twerking! I was jiggling my ass! As I said, easy-peasy!

Even though I felt my ass meat wobble around the hard pole, however, I barely managed to push lotsa the plastic shaft up my bunghole. Too huge! Too biggy! Literally grunting like a stuck pig, I didn't give up that easily, though. Dropping my hips, I gathered all my strength. Then I stabbed my ass upwards super intensely. Over and over again, I pushed my hips up and shook my booty around.

Twerk! Twerk! Twerk!

Shake! Shake! Shake!

This time, I was literally doing 'da dirty booty' 'cause my ass cheeks jiggled and wobbled most massively ever while I impaled my asshole on the fake lance bit by bit, or more like inch by inch.

Twerk! Twerk! Twerk!... inch.

Shake! Shake! Shake!... inch.

I felt my ringpiece dilating. I felt my ass chute stretching. I felt my bowels getting stuffed. I was getting there. I was burying that darn strap-on dildo up my butt like the bestest ass whore ever. I was vigorously humping around in my prone position with my legs spread wide, so much so that I would have fallen off the sofa if Shelly hadn't held onto my lower legs to keep me in position. That was the only help she was granting me, though. Apart from that, she let me do all the work, literally letting me twerk my ass onto the fake cock.

Twerk! Twerk! Twerk!... inch.

Shake! Shake! Shake!... inch.

I was bathed in sweat when I finally felt her crotch hitting against my buns. I had made it! I had implanted the full length up my butt! I had planted a plastic cock all the way up my ass. Yanay!

"Now, look at that. Give the plastic bimbo a plastic lover 'n she's all fired up." The secretary commented.

To honor my bitching work, Blondie suddenly picked up the action. And she did so in the most belittling way ever. With a jerk, she pulled the strap-on dildo from my ass, like all the way. With a loud pop, the massive tool plopped from my bunghole. Oh no! All the effort in vain! All the twerking and sweating in vain! What a bitch!

"See! Barbie herself's the most flabbergasted about her sudden effort!" Shelly remarked pointing towards my ass. "Her mouth's agape with amazement."

Oh wow! She must have been talking about the massive gape showing. My ringpiece must have been a hella yawning crater. Proving her own spit shooting skills, the secretary bent over my spread-open buns and spat right into the hollow tunnel.

Shortly after, she rammed the fake cock back home. Now, she was really starting to ream my shitter with undue vigor. The way she drilled my ass, her thighs bumped into my buns with loud clapping sounds. All I could do in response was to grunt and groan into the sofa cushion.

Clap! "Ooohhh!" Clap! "Aaahhh!" Clap! "Aaarrrggghhh!"

My grunts turned up a notch when Shelly dug the rose pink chrome tips of her long fake French nails into my fleshy buns.

"Tell me, barbie!" She suddenly stopped the fucking and nipping and all. "More than twerking for random blokes, you liked me scratching your silly little ass 'n twisting your clit piercing, didn't you?"

Hello there! Of course, not! It had hurt and stung terribly! On the other hand, it had driven me crazy with lust and almost made me cum. Remember? I so didn't want to admit it, but her scratching and nipping had totally added to my arousal, for sure. Ugh!

"Oh barbie, no confession, no lover!" Shelly informed me in her mocking tone. "You wanna continue French kissing your plastic lover with your little backmouth, you gotta admit it. We all know the truth anyway, dummy."

No! It so wasn't the truth. Yes! She had a point, sorta. The arousing, stimulating effect had totally outweighed the pain. Okay, okay! I admitted it. Besides, I needed the sensations of getting fucked and stuffed right now. I needed the sensations of getting butt banged and ass stretched right now. I needed it lots!

Even if it was just a fake cock. Even if it was a strap-on attached to my rival. I was desperate for it here and now. I didn't really care about any other thingie. OMG! I was needy enough to submit to my loathed rival. I was itchy enough to submit to my official subordinate. I would regret it later on, for sure. But I was totally focused on short-term gains nowadays.

"Yes madam, fer shure, yesss!" I grunted through gritted teeth. "It's, like, so true, like totes. I, like wow, totally loved the way you, like, scratched my tushy, you know, so gnarly!"

"Please madam, pleassse!" I continued babbling. "Do it again, like wow, like now! Make, like mostly, whoopee to my tushy 'n get, like, scratchy on my booty, so hella lots!"

Oh boy! If that wasn't a bitching invitation! Of course, Shelly was delighted to accept the offer, so much so that she really rammed the plastic dick up my ass, like smashing it inside.

"Whoopie ... to... the... tushy..."

She made fun of my bimbo speak with every stab up my butt.

"Scratchy... on... the... booty..."

She ridiculed me for my babbling when scraping her rose pink nail tips all the way across my ass cheeks. Even though she wasn't really scratching me harshly, it was enough to make my fake tanned skin burn and sting. So twingy! So pricky! Right now, however, I kinda welcomed this painful-but-stimulating sensation. It felt like my entire body was a gianormous itch. An itch that totally needed to be scratched. Tihi!

Clap! "Ooohhh!" Clap! "Aaahhh!"