Jessica's Change Management Ch. 19

"Whatever! She's a basic bitch trying out to get into porn. That's it!" Matty huffed indifferently. "She's desperate to prove her old, cheap tits 'n ass are worthy of being filmed."

OMG! The two dudes were really getting into the verbal abuse. They were talking about me in the meanest, nastiest ways ever. I had to stop this before it got outta hand! After all, it was total bullshit! It so wasn't true! It so wasn't real! What if some other passengers heard them talking? What if the entire train started gossiping about the porn whore? Gasp! This couldn't happen. This wouldn't happen.

"Hush, boys, hush!" I tried to calm them. "I'm, like, so not old. No way! Just ripe 'n ready, you know?"

"Besides! Basic?" I exclaimed super scandalized 'cause that description really bothered me. "As if!"

"I'm, like wow, the total bimbo package, you know?" I declared. "The only sex doll with a master's degree, like ever."

I so can't tell why I emphasized my college degree 'cause it didn't matter in this situation. Possibly, 'cause the consultants had called me a high school dropout. Probably, maybe, whatever. I somehow felt the need to prove that I was the opposite of basic or simple or plain.

"Ahahaha! Ahahaha!" Both scruff boys reacted by laughing their asses off in unison.

That was kinda weird 'cause Matty totally knew about my credentials. I guess he appreciated the irony then.

"Yeah, right! What you got that degree in? Pole dancing? Hehehe!" Fatty asked in between snorts.

"Stuck-up college grad to low cock socket begging for a job in porn! Now, that's what I call a career. Hehehe!" Matty added in no uncertain terms.

Oh nay! The frat boy didn't confirm my credentials at all. Instead, he kept stressing his lie. He was really enjoying that porn scenario and harping on my latest career choices, wasn't he? No wonder, considering my role in his career path. Also, no wonder, considering the effect it had on me. Their degrading talk was visibly getting to me by making my cunny drippy and my body move.

Sitting on Fatty's lap, I felt his cock growing in his trousers. That was when I couldn't stop myself anymore. Leaning forward, I pressed my buns against his crotch really hard. Then I basically started twerking. I mean, I had become a totally skilled twerk bitch lately, so much so that I kinda massaged his dick through his pants.

Left! Right!

Through the material of his khaki pants and my sky-blue uniform, I felt Fatty's hard shaft sliding over my bun, slipping into my ass crack, and back out.

Up! Down!

I felt Fatty's dick sliding up and down my butt crack. Oh Lordy! His hard-on was a major motivator, so much so that it totally spurned me on. I couldn't stop! I knew we were in a cabin on a public train. I knew I was giving a lap dance to an unappealing stranger for free. I knew I was being watched by my nemesis. I knew, I knew, I knew.

"The basic bitch definitely earned her dance degree." The heavy dude remarked.

"What would your classmates say if they saw you like that, Cunty?" Matty asked me mockingly. "A pic of your cheap stripper ass twerking on a dude. That should be one for your old yearbook. Hehehe!"

Every word literally burnt like lava. I mean, it couldn't be further from the truth, right? Every word literally shocked my cunny. I mean, we all knew that I had a super tight bubble butt and super juicy juggies, right? Every word literally made me rev my engine, I mean twerk my ass harder. Leaning backwards, I pushed my back against Fatty, or more like against his wobbly belly and fat bulges. Grabbing his arms, I pulled them to me and put his hands right over my boobies. Yeah! He instantly grasped my invitation and started kneading my soft fleshorbs through the uniform.

Oh gawd! I was really getting into my role as stripper or porn applicant or rookie nookie or whatever. I was really hawt and turned-on, so much so that I was willing to go further, ready to make the next step, ready to do whatever.

"Uuuiiihhh!" I suddenly found myself screaming.

Outta the blue, Fatty had grabbed my hips and pushed me forward. His action caught me by surprise, so much so that I basically stumbled through the cabin and plunged onto the opposite seat. I almost bumped my head against the cabin wall. Good thingie, I got big boobies. Why? Cause I ended up with my knees landing on the seat and my boobies hitting the wall.

Now, I was kneeling directly next to Matty. However, I so didn't know why. What had happened? What was going on? Whatever it was I got distracted from finding out. How? By Matty reaching over to my ass. Oh righty, in my kneeling position, my skimpy uniform had risen up over my butt presenting my naked, thongless buns.

"You see that? McBitchface got herself marked as a filthy butt slut!" The young dude exclaimed pointing at the lip tattoos on my ass cheeks. "Gotta say, Miss Porno's such an easy spunkrag piece of ruined cunt."

"Boys! Ruined??? As if!" I couldn't help but complain noisily. "I'm, like, totally sexed up 'n pimped out 'n all!"

"Besides! Marked??? No way!" I couldn't stop bitching and moaning about their rudeness. "I'm, like, decorated 'n blinged out, like totes!

"You ain't decorated, Cunty!" Matty corrected me with a deprecating chuckle. "You're a basic bitch who's trying to hide her used-up body under cheap ass tattoos 'n fake ass bling-bling to keep up with hotter, younger chicks."

"What's more, you're the most desperate bitch ever! Talking like the dumbest bimbo to appear younger 'n hide your mileage." He added. "Newsflash! You're an old, soiled dumbfuck 'n everybody knows it."

Staring at my former intern, I almost broke out in tears. Fair enough! His anger and rage were somewhat understandable. Still, the nastiness and rudeness were way too extreme. Totally nasty! Totally cruel!

I should have been protesting and complaining massively, right? I was afraid I would only beg for more verbal slander, though. Why? Cause instead of tears running down my cheeks, I felt some pussy juice dripping from my cunny. The nastier his insults the more it got me hot and bothered. What a contradiction! Actually, no conflict at all! Why? Cause priorities. Duh!

"Man, you sure you wanna rep this fake ass bitch? Could be hard to find filming opportunities." Fatty chimed in. "No fresh face, no natural looks, you know what I mean? She better got some serious fuck 'n suck skills to make up for it!"

This time, I had to open my mouth to protest. Questioning my sexy skills was literally a bridge too far. Besides, all he had sad was stupid nonsense and totally not true. However, Matty was quicker than me and rudely pinched my left ass cheek, making me groan and not complain.

"Stop bitchin' 'n moanin', Miss Porno!" My former intern bellowed. "Else, I'ma gonna stop training you 'n send you back to the coach car."

That instantly shut me up. I so couldn't go back there. What if the consultants had taken seats there? What if I had to sit next to that handsome guy again? I so wanted to stay with the porn duo. I so needed more of their abuse. Gosh! What a stupid thingie to think! What an honest thingie to think!

"Don't worry! Your fake-as-fuck looks 'n cheap-as-fuck body appeal to me." Matty tried calming the waves, sorta.

"Still, you're just some tits-on-a-stick with three empty holes to me, Cunty McBitchface." He quickly followed up with a taunt.

Jeez! He totally knew that his verbal slander stirred up my lust. This time, though, his words also soothed me, sorta. Maybe, I wasn't a hot bimbo doll for him, but at least I was useful to him, or more like useful enough to not be send away. You couldn't be all thingies to all men all the time, right?

"You got a point there." The frat boy turned to Fatty meanwhile. "The used-up rookie nookie better prove she got some bad ass porn skills."

"Hey McBitchface!" He turned back to me. "You desperately wanted to show us you're clever, right? This is your chance. You ever heard of pornstars' favorite game?"

Um... no?!? Of course, I didn't know any kinda game like that. What kinda girl did he think I was? ... Oh, righty! I mean, I didn't know stupid stuff like that.

"It's called 'Are you dumber than a box of rocks?'." The heavy dude had obviously heard about the game. "You'll love it, Cunty."

"Yeah! It's just your kinda game, Miss Porno!" Matty stressed. "Actually, it's easy enough for a bimbo dolt like you to understand."

"We ask you a question. If you know the right answer, we make use of your porno assets. If you make a mistake, you gotta apologize." He explained.

Making mistakes? Oh woah! The scruff boys were totally assuming that I was about to make tons of mistakes, right? So unfair! By the way, porno assets? Oh my! I didn't have to ask what he meant with that 'cause it would only end in another slur. So I decided to keep quiet and not complain for once.

"What about this?" Fatty suggested instead. "A well-educated college grad should be clever enough to come up with a different phrase each time."

"If not, the old dumbfuck needs to get punished for lying 'bout being more than a fake ass bimbo dolt." He explained the consequences.

Oh darn! I should have known that the information about my past would literally bite me in the ass. I was really a chatterbox, wasn't I? I mean, talking before thinking was really becoming a natural thingie for me, right?

Oh dang! The heavy dude was really starting to adopt those nasty nicknames Matty was constantly dishing out, wasn't he? He should have nipped that in the bud straight away. It made my nips tingle way too much, though. Gasp!

But wait! Use different expressions? Oh woah! The porn duo wanted me to apologize with these silly phrases? Who would do that? So unreal! I mean, only the dumbest chicks would admit their idiocy with such silly, ignorant comments. Oh wait! Whatever! I wasn't planning on making any further mistakes anyway.

"OK! Let's start then." Matty exclaimed. "As you're applying for a porno job, we should test your porn knowledge."

"Tell me: What's a MILF, Cunty?" Fatty was quick to suggest the first question.

"Oh, that's, like, an easy one, like totes!" I instantly blurted out. "Fer shure, it's, like, totally a 'Mom I'd like to fuck'."

"I mean, wait!" I babbled on. "It's, like mostly, a 'Mature I'd like to fuck', right? Though... Hold on! It's 'Moron I'd like to fuck', for real, ain't it boys?"

Oh dang! Once again, I hadn't been thinking before talking. As I said, chatterbox, or more like gasbag. OMG! The gasbag with funbags. What a nickname! The scruff boys would totally love it. Ugh!

"Ahahaha! Ahahaha!" Both guys were busy laughing at me in unison.

"Voilá! Proving to be a dumbfuck!" Matty snorted.

"Yeah! The total bimbo dolt!" Fatty chuckled. "The first one was correct already."

"Clearly not a clever answer from a fake college grad. Hehehe!" Matty totally rubbed it in. "However, the basic bitch was right 'n wrong. So, she gets her reward, but still gotta apologize for not giving a clear answer."

With that, he unceremoniously plunged two fingers up my coochie. Apparently, that was what the frat boy called using my porno assets. Anyhow, he didn't need to be careful or stuff 'cause I was drippy as fudge. Tihi! Besides, I totally welcomed the sudden attention to my pussy and started moaning. For a moment, I totally forgot that we were on a public train. I also forgot that I had already made my first mistake.

SLAP

A rough blow right to my left lips tattoo brought me back to reality. Oh righty! I still had to play that stupid game and say a silly phrase as an apology. However, I so couldn't say 'dumber than a box of rocks'. As if! I had to be more creative and cleverer than that even though mushy-headed. Duh!

"I... I..." I stammered trying really hard to come up with some thingie to say.

"I'm, like, sorry, boys, like totally sorry! I'm, like, you know, ..." I was trying to buy some time.

"I'm, like, a pretty house but, you know, nobody's home. Fer shure" I eventually said with a pout.

"Woah, Cunty! That almost sounded streetwise... almost." Matty kinda applauded me. "Not too shabby for the first try. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, right McBitchface?"

"Besides, you got bigger fish to fry, Miss Porno. You better cum before the ticket collector arrives!" He instructed me. "He finds you like this 'n you might get kicked outta the train. What a quick end to your promising porn career that would be. Hehehe!"

Cum? Oh yay! Ticket collector? Oh nay! But wait! Where was this idea about the conductor coming from? Oh righty! Oh mighty! It was coming from the noise in the other cabin. Hearing the different voices, it was obvious that the ticket collector was there to control the tickets.

Oh Jeez! I had been too distracted to hear it before. Listening attentively now, it became clear that it wouldn't take long for the conductor to reach our cabin. Oh yikes! I so couldn't risk getting thrown outta the train. I so couldn't risk missing daddy's workshop thingie.

"So, tell me." It was my former intern's turn to ask a question. "What's a money shot?"

"Oh! That's, like mostly, an easy one, like totes." I blurted out once again. "In movies, it's, like, a special shot in a scene, you know, like the big finale 'n all."

"Oh, oh, oh!" I had talked about the general meaning and almost forgot about the porno stuff.

"In porn, it's, like, the pop shot, you know, when the dude, like, cums. Fer real!" I hastily added, correcting my blunder.

"Seems like you're made for the job with all that knowledge, old dumbfuck." Fatty approved of my answer.

"Prolly, the only knowledge she can keep in that empty bimbo head." Matty added. "A few keywords to get directed through a scene. Anything else, she needs tattooed on that cheap skank body."

Oh wow! Say harsh! So much so that it almost took my breath away. Before I could catch my breath and bitch about the new verbal degradation, however, Fatty had already plunged his thick, meaty fingers into my coochie. From the get-go, he was pounding my cunny ultra hard, so much so that my face and titties got firmly pressed against the cabin wall.

That was a good thingie, though, 'cause it muffled my moans. Besides, I could hear what was going on in the other cabin 'cause ticket collector. All the same, his rude fingerbanging basically made my coochie run over. My pussy juices began flowing in a torrent until I was literally leaking and all. My cunny got super drippy, so much so that a third and fourth finger easily slipped inside.

"Mmm! Yesss!" I softly moaned into the wall.

"More! More! I need more to cum!" I lowly encouraged the heavy dude.

As response, he stopped fingerbanging my cunny.

"Next question, basic bitch! What's atm?" He asked instead.

"Oooh!" I sighed in response.

Actually, I was super upset about the missing fingers that had stretched out my pussy so nicely, so much so that I barely heard the question.

"Um..." I hesitated 'cause the answer seemed way too easy.

"It can be, like, only one thingie, fer shure, right?" I couldn't lose any time with too much pondering. "Automated teller machine. Of course! Duh!"

"Ahahaha! Ahahah!" The porn duo cackled in response.

"Hell yeah! The bimbo dolt made the obvious mistake." Fatty snorted in between his laughter. "So much for college educated. Hehehe! Not even streetwise. Hehehe!"

"Wanna know the literal translation?" He asked. "It's ass-to-mouth. You know, like sucking on a dick directly after it's taking a few dips in the chocolate tunnel. Yummy!"

"Yeah, better remember that phrase." Matty added. "It's prolly your first job. Ain't seeing the used-up rookie nookie getting hired for fuckin' right off the bat. You're just too old 'n soiled."

"I bet you gotta start as an a2m fluffer bitch 'n suck your way up! Ain't that great, Cunty McBitchface?" He added cruelly.

Oh my gawd! That was the nastiest, meanest comment ever, wasn't it? So much so that I instantly blurted out my apology.

"I'm, like, sorry, boys, like, extra sorry." I shouted. "You know, my intellect's, like wow, rivaled only by thingies, like you know, garden tools 'n stuff, like literally."

"Ahahaha! Ahahaha!" The scruff boys laughed about my silly phrase once more.

"I can definitely imagine a couple tools smarter than this stupid bitch." Matty simply remarked. "For starters, everything with more than one function, like a battery powered vibrator up the bitch's cunt. Hehehe!"

"Whatever! We already know she's a dumb bimbo dolt." Fatty huffed. "What we don't know is if she can tell what a creampie is."

Oh! The next question. I totally had to get this right! Why? Cause drippy cunny! I so needed Matty's hand back in place, I mean in my coochie. Actually, it was a really easy question this time. Why? Cause I had heard my interns use it before. Truth be told, I was giggling every time I walked into a bakery and read the words ever since.

"Oh, silly boys! Of course, silly me, like, knows that one, like totes." I purred. "It's when, you know, a dude shoots his spermy stuff, like, straight up a chick's canal. Fer shure!"

Without a word of approval or any other thingie, Matty pushed two fingers up my cunny. I guess that was his answer then. With my pussy super drippy, he quickly added two more fingers. With a sudden jerk, he thrust all four through my pussy walls and pressed on all the way past his knuckles. Twisting and turning his hand, he started really stretching me out in all directions, what with his fingers deeply embedded in my fuckhole.

"Mmmmmm!" I had to bite my lower lip to keep from grunting loudly.

Matty wasn't done, though. No wonder, 'cause I hadn't reached my orgasm yet. That was why he suddenly pulled all his fingers from my coochie. Just when I opened my mouth to protest, he abruptly popped it back in.

Not just his fingers, though. He plunged his entire fist into my twat, all five fingers up to the wrist in one go. It basically drove the air outta my lungs, which was a good thingie 'cause it kept me from screaming out loud. It also stretched my cunny walls to the max. Gosh! His fist in my twat felt so huge. The pressure on my snatch felt so massive. The way, he fisted my poor drippy cunny felt so intense.

"Mmmmmmmmmm! Yessssss! Harder, faster!" I could only grunt.

Oh Lordy! I had my nemesis' fist up my coochie. I had a stranger watching me getting fisted. I had my cunny stretched out to the max. I was getting verbally abused to the max. Yet, I begged for more. No surprise, 'cause no orgasm yet.

Spurred on, Matty started pulling his fist completely outta my snatch, only to plunge it right back in. He was literally punching his fist in and out. Awesome side effect? Fatty got treated to my twat literally gaping wide open like a landscape. My fuckhole really got cracked open for sure.

Punch! Pull! Gape!

Punch! Pull! Gape!

"Mmmmmmmmmm! Yessssss! More, more, more!" I fired Matty up, my voice growing dangerously loud.

Why was I doing this? I mean, my pussy was clearly at its limits here. Why was I enjoying this? I mean, my pussy was clearly hurting. Cause instruction! Cause orgasm! Cause duh!

Punch! Pull! Gape!

Punch! Pull! Gape! Gape! Gape!

All of a sudden, Matty stopped fistfucking me. All of a sudden, my coochie remained wide open. All of a sudden, the air rushed down my fuck channel. It happened totally abrupt. It happened totally unexpected

"Hehehe! Sweet!" The frat boy commented on my dilated coochie. "Look at that. No matter how much you gussy up that cheap, old body, you're no blow-up doll. You're more like a blown-up cunt dolt. Hehehe!"

Ouchie! That must have been the rudest insult ever. It was way too bad, so much so that it made me wince loudly while sending an electric jolt through my body at the same time. Oh my gawd! I was on the edge. I was close to coming. From that nasty verbal slander alone. Gasp!