Jessica's Change Management Ch. 19

"Time for the next question, McBitchface." Matty quickly determined before I had a chance to complain or cum.

Oh no! I yelped out in disappointment. Actually, it sounded like my cunny was yelping louder 'cause smacking sound. I so didn't want to continue that stupid game. I so wanted to continue the fisting instead.

"Easy question again for the bimbo dolt." Matty said. "Can't make it too hard for the rookie nookie, used-up or not, right? So, what's DP standing for?"

Oh! He was right. That wasn't really hard. Actually, it was too easy. I might have fallen for their ambiguous quips once but not twice. I mean, it was a common term in movies, and at the end of the day porn films were movies too, right? So he totally expected me to take the bait and say 'director of photography', wasn't he? Fool me once, though.

"DP? Oh boys, that's, like basically, the basic basics of movies. Fer shure!" I answered. "But silly me! We're, like mostly, talking porno here, right? It's, you know, double penetration then. For real!"

You should have seen the scruff boys' reactions! Totally stunned! Totally baffled! The surprise was literally written all over their faces.

"You see, like I said, clever college grad 'n all, like totes." I couldn't help and add a dig.

That tease didn't go down so well. Instead, it totally riled the porn duo up. Fatty was quick to grab the back of my neck and push my face against the cabin wall. In the process, my juicy juggies got firmly pressed against the barrier as well.

As roughly as fudge, he punched his clenched fist up my cunny. Good thingie, my slit was soaked, so my coochie gave way really easily. Moaning into the wall, a new surge of ecstasy exploded in my loins. Gasp! I was so über-aroused and ultra excited.

"That's a pornstar for you! So work-hardened, she needs something special to cum!" The heavy dude exclaimed when he noticed that I still hadn't reached my climax.

"Reach over to my bag 'n grab the first thing touching your hand, bimbo dolt!" He instructed me while pulling his fist from my pussy and giving my ass cheeks a good hard spanking.

Oh wow! What was he planning now? What was that special thingie I needed? Whatever! Instruction!

Reaching under his seat, I pushed my hand into his duffel bag and rummaged around inside of it. I was so running outta time, 'cause I could hear the ticket collector leaving the other cabin. I so needed to act quickly, 'cause I couldn't risk public exposure. As told, I grabbed the first thingie I touched, which turned out to be a bottle of conditioner. What a typical travel item! Almost boring, right? Almost...

Punch! Smack! Pull! Smack! Gape!

Fatty plunged his fist back into the hole it belonged. Following the example set by Matty, he mixed the pussy fisting with coochie gaping. By now, though, it was accompanied by noisy smacking and squelching sounds whenever he pulled out. Gasp!

Punch! Smack! Pull! Smack! Gape!

The next thrust, however, felt different, sorta. I mean, my cunny got stuffed again. My pussy walls got stretched again. Some plastic thingie did the deed this time, though. Oh Jeez! He had pushed the conditioner bottle up my coochie.

Fist In! Smack! Fist Out! Smack! Gape!

Conditioner In! Smack! Conditioner Out! Smack! Gape!

Fatty began alternating between his fist and the conditioner. He was really wearing out my snatch here. If I hadn't been on my knees already, I would have fallen down when I realized how stretched out I really was. I couldn't believe I was letting a stranger do this to me. Actually, that wasn't true 'cause attention.

Punch! Punch! Double punch!

"Uuummmppphhh!" I suddenly started screaming.

Unexpectedly, or more like thankfully, the shriek got stuck in my lungs. Why? Cause Fatty had rammed both his fist and the bottle up my cunny at the same time. Can you say stretched? Probably! But you can't imagine how wide my pussy really got widened. Unbelievably!

"Mmmmmmmmmppphhh!"

My pussy finally reached its breaking point. I mean, I finally reached my breaking point 'cause climax. Just when I felt the orgasm approaching, two hands gripped my hips, roughly turned me around, and pulled me onto my feet. All the while, I didn't know what was happening 'cause occupied.

A tug on my arm made me stumble forward. A tug on my uniform pulled the sky-blue skirt over my ass. I couldn't really react to any of that, 'cause I could barely manage to stay on my feet, what with my legs quivering from the brutal edging.

When I became somewhat perceptive again, I noticed what was going on. We were standing on the aisle outside the cabin. Matty had opened the cabin door and pulled me out. Why? Cause the ticket collector had finally arrived. What a close encounter! What a near miss!

The frat boy had literally defused the situation seconds before the big bang. He had pulled me outta the cabin the moment the conductor had arrived. That way, the ticket collector was only seeing me from behind. Phew! Such quick thinking! Such quick acting! So not me!

My nemesis had rescued me. He had totally saved me from getting exposed and thrown off the train. What a hero, or more like antihero! My dark knight in spiky armor! My Captain Debase-a-Ho! Tihi!

"Hey, you two there! Stop walking! I gotta check your tickets first." I suddenly heard the conductor in my back.

Uh-oh! He wasn't letting us walk away just like that. He wasn't letting us escape so easily. No way, I had come way too far to let some kinda blooper get me into a mess. That was why I hastily adjusted the top of my uniform to cover my porno assets, I mean push my juicy juggies back through the oval cut-out. Done with that, I turned around, flashing the brightest and fakest smile ever.

"Hello, sir! How can I, like, help you, like wow!" I asked politely.

Meanwhile, I checked out the dude whose arrival I had dreaded for so long. He didn't seem threatening at all. Instead, he was a small white guy with short brown hair and horn-rimmed glasses who was probably a coupla years younger than me. Oh wow! A smaller, younger nerd. Almost cute! Almost certainly a nice guy!

"By showing your ticket 'n not slowing me down unnecessarily." The collector responded short and crisp.

Kinda rude! Kinda un-called for! So not cute! So not nerdy! Obviously, the right approach to make me get going. Obviously, the right approach to make Matty act too. It was apparent that the frat boy didn't want any kinda trouble. So he quickly pulled out his smartphone and showed his digital ticket.

That was why I decided to go along with it. There was a tiny problem, though. Where had I placed my ticket? I couldn't really remember. Realizing that came to me like a shock.

CLONK!

Oh no! The worsest thingie possible had just happened. So bad it almost made me faint. Oh no, no, no!

What it was? The realization had given me a scare, so much so that my body had relaxed for a second. Long enough for the conditioner to slip outta my pussy and noisily fall to the ground.

Shocker!

Oh righty! The lotion container had still been jammed up my coochie. Yeah, righty! I hadn't noticed it before, either. Umph! Of course, the conductor got alerted by the loud bump. Of course, he took notice of the plastic container lying at my feet. Before I had a chance to react, he had already grabbed it to scrutinize it. Uh-oh!

"What's going on here?" He inquired strictly.

Um... I was way too dumbfounded and speechless to react. Lucky me, my Captain Debase-a-Hoe come to my rescue. Again!

"Oh don't worry, sir!" Matty tried to calm the waves. "Just a little slip-up. Nothing serious."

"OK! I can see you're a reasonable person, so I'll be honest with you." The frat boy hastily added when the ticket collector remained unconvinced. "To state the obvious, she's applying for a porn shoot 'n we're practicing for the casting."

Oh shoot! Another person, my former intern was telling about that pornstar thingie. It was really starting to make the rounds, wasn't it? It was becoming public knowledge, wasn't it? Gasp!

"Nothing indecent or lewd, mind you!" He elaborated. "We don't wanna disturb or bother anybody. We're law abiding citizens after all."

"Not so sure about that." The conductor obviously didn't believe a word the frat boy had said. "I need to check that out to make sure."

With that, he gestured me and Matty into our cabin and followed us inside. See! In the end, he was only a man. A man who was very interested in that silly game. In that moment, the trivia didn't seem that silly anymore 'cause it gave me time to rummage through my suitcase and search for my ticket.

Despite his nerdy looks, the ticket collector knew the trivia. Despite his nice appearance, he accepted me as a pornstar right away. Despite his haste, he took his time to participate. Despite me eventually finding the darn ticket, he insisted on asking a question. Boys will be boys, right?

"Tell me then! What you call a male chicken?" He asked.

"Um..." I had to mull over that.

Here I thought we were using porno questions. Yet, this sounded more like general knowledge instead. Pout!

"You know, a male chicken, that's, like, a cock, mostly, ain't it?" I finally replied really insecure.

Oh gosh! This unexpected trivia was totally unsettling me, so much so that I started fondling my long, golden ponytail.

"Say it again, so we can be sure." Matty was quick to inquire, obviously noticing my insecurity.

"Um... you know... um... cock! It's cock, ain't it?" I responded even more shakily.

By now, I was running my fingers through my long blonde streaks like I was combing my ponytail. Actually, I was desperately trying to hold onto some thingie to calm my nerves. Gosh! I was so rattled.

"Ahahaha! Ahahaha!" The porn duo laughed anew, making me reel.

This time, even the ticket collector joined in.

"Naturally, that's your answer, Cunty!" Fatty huffed. "That's prolly all that's on your mind, right? How to jerk cocks and suck cocks and fuck cocks and serve cocks. Hehehe!"

"Once a pornstar, always a pornstar." Matty simply added.

Oh dang! They continued using those nasty nicknames, even in the presence of the conductor. Oh darn! He still had a point there. Dicks and pricks and dongs and schlongs, that was what was mostly occupying my thoughts. However, that was what a bimbo was supposed to care and think and obsess about, right? Sorry, not sorry!

"It's still, like, true, mostly, ain't it?" I cautiously inquired, my insecurity at an all-time high. "I mean, it so wasn't a porno question! As if!"

"I feel like I'm taking, like, SATs or some thingie!" I hysterically exclaimed while theatrically fanning myself with both hands.

Oh Lordy! I was totally fishing for sympathy here, as if I was begging for pardon in advance.

"Ahahaha! Ahahaha!" All three men laughed in unison.

"Awww, we know these general questions demand too much of you, McBitchface." Matty mocked me.

"As if anybody expects her to pass SATs! Not if her life depended on it." The ticket collector snorted, blissfully unaware of my college education.

Oh shoot! Another man who was picking up Matty's rudeness. Oh nay! I mean, oh yay!

"Unfortunately, your answer's outdated, whats-your-name McBitchface. It's rooster nowadays." He informed me. "Only the most obscene, foul-mouthed sluts would use such vulgar language."

"The answer's hardly surprising then. Hehehe!" Fatty chimed in, giving the boys another laugh.

"What about this, Miss Porno." Matty suggested. "If you apologize politely to our ticket inspector, he may be so kind 'n ask a suitable question. Deal?"

I totally felt like pouting 'cause unfair! However, I quickly nodded my agreement. After all, I felt relieved to get another chance to prove myself.

"Oh man! I'm, like, so super sorry 'cause you know, I got an IQ that's, like, lower than my shoe size. Fer real!" I blurted out. "If my IQ was, like mostly, two points higher, you know, I'd totally be a blow-up doll. Fer shure! Gag me!"

Cackling laughter filled the cabin.

"You gotta excuse the bimbo dolt." Matty apologized for me. "You can barely understand a word she says among all that silly bimbo babble."

"She's desperately trying to appear young but only reveals her idiocy." He elaborated. "Still, there's some truth to what she says."

"You got a point there." The four-eyes dude agreed. "Your girl's certainly entertaining... in a cheap, trashy kinda way."

"Okay, girl! You want an explicit question?" Specsdude was ready to continue. "Tell me, what's water sports?"

Please what? He had promised to ask a porno question. So why was he talking about sports stuff? So illogical! So irrational! Before I could start thinking about an adequate answer, though, the train came to a stop. We had reached the next stopover.

"We're sorry to inform you. Our train is getting coupled with more wagons at this stop. Unfortunately, the other train is delayed. We thus have a waiting time of 30 minutes. We apologize for any inconvenience." A voice said over the speakers.

Apparently, it was the train operator informing us about a delay. Whatever it was, it attracted the conductor's notice and prompted him into action. Obviously, it entailed some unplanned work he had to deal with 'cause he turned around and headed outta the compartment without another word. For a moment, we were all too surprised to react, standing about in the cabin.

"It appears we got some time to kill." Matty was the first one to regain his voice.

"Still, waiting for an answer, though." He addressed me. "Something there to come, bitch?"

Uh-oh! I had totally forgotten about the silly trivia game. More importantly, I had almost forgotten about the stupid question. It was about that water sports thingie, right? Now, did he mean underwater, over water, or in water? Did he mean twosomes or threesomes? So many questions, so little time!

"Okie, fine! Gag me! I got it, boys." I eventually said. "Water sports... that's, like mostly, mixed doubles in the water, like you know, sex in a swimming pool 'n stuff."

Hey! I had remembered that we were talking about porno knowledge, so it couldn't have been jet skiing or water polo or stuff. That should be reason enough for some props, shouldn't it?

"Hehehe! Gosh! That old dumbfuck's taking the piss outta me! Hehehe! Like literally." Fatty snorted in response.

The way, he added that totally overused word at the end was totally confusing. Had he misused it or emphasized some thingie or simply mocked me? Who knew?

"Woah, McBitchface! That's so wrong it's embarrassing." Matty exclaimed drawing a deep breath.

"So pathetically wrong, you're embarrassing me in front of the only fan you got, Cunty." He added pointing at the heavy dude.

"Guess there's no way around it." He said exasperatedly. "As they say, suck it 'n see. Like literally!"

Really seriously? My former intern had also added that overused word. So totally mocking me, right? So totally leaving me in the dark, like literally. Oh umph!

"Let's make the best of our break then." Matty suddenly got into motion.

Grabbing my hand, he walked outta the cabin and pulled me along. This time, Fatty tagged along, following us closely. The frat boy didn't stop on the aisle, though. Instead, he stepped outta the train.

Before I knew what was happening, I was standing on an unknown station platform with two dudes framing me. I had no clue where we were 'cause the train station was really small. Basically, it could have been set in the middle of nowhere 'cause there was no special thingie that caught the eye.

No thingie except the station itself. Why? Cause the train depot literally looked like it wanted to make us wish we had left the house a little later, so we had taken the next train and wouldn't have to spend any time here. I mean, there was the head house that looked like a gas station gone outta business. The fact that there was a vendor inside who was actually selling snacks and stuff only made it more sad. The fact that the dude was wearing a blue overall and had his black hair cut as a mullet was super stereotypical, or more like too stereotypical.

When we walked through the aisles, Matty followed me closely. All of a sudden, he drove his hand between my legs from behind. In one swift motion, he pushed three fingers up my coochie while he pressed his middle finger against my clittie super forcefully, so much so that it had an immediate effect on me. I had told you that I had been edging from the fistfucking in the cabin before, hadn't I? The unexpected and abrupt move drove me right back to that edge and beyond.

My cunny exploded in a sudden outburst of feelings and emotions and ecstasy. So much so that my legs shook and wobbled super massively. So much so that an ecstatic wave of pleasure surged through me super epically. So much so that an awesome climax exploded in my loins. So much so that I had to grip the shelf to keep from toppling over.

CLONK!

Another clunker! This time, I trembled and quaked so hard that I knocked a plastic box off the shelf. Of course, it landed on the ground with a loud sound. Of course, it attracted the vendor's attention. Of course, I needed some time to calm down. Oh my god! I was riding out a huge orgasm in the middle of a shabby store with a redneck vendor watching.

You won't believe how fiery my cheeks burned when Matty eventually pushed me in fronta his counter. Truth be told, the dude didn't seem to care lots about my mishap. He looked more like he was selling weed or drugs or some other kinda black market trade anyway. Still, Matty found some thingie to buy. Dunno whyever he was purchasing stuff in the first place. Totally knew, however, that he would make me buy the unnecessary stuff.

When I saw the thingie, though, his reasoning became instantly clear. It was a pack of condoms! You should have seen the smirkish grin on the frat boy's face. You should have seen the shit-eating grin on the young redneck's face. It was like the two guys were communicating by exchanging looks and grins and stuff. The topic of that communication? The elephant, I mean the bimbo, in the room. Duh! They didn't need words to swap opinions about me. They didn't need words to make me feel embarrassed. All the same, Matty eventually spoke up.

"Haven't you forgotten something? Trivia 'n all." He asked me. "You wanted to suck it 'n see, didn't you? But business before pleasure."

Oh my god! Did you imagine that shit-eating grin on Bluey's face before? Surprisingly, it didn't exactly change when he heard about the sucking and stuff. Even though the vendor's sleazy leers distracted me, I caught Matty's drift. He wanted me to apologize for my blunder. He wanted me to apologize in fronta that young hillbilly. Duh!

"Oh righty! Oh sorry! I mean, I'm totally sorry, misters, like seriously!" I started, theatrically putting my hands on my cheeks and looking super startled.

Jeez! This was really getting difficult. I had to come up with a new phrase, and I was literally running outta ideas faster than a speeding bullet. Gasp! In my nervousness, I started brushing the golden streaks of my high pony once again, making me look kinda overwhelmed and overchallenged. Gulp!

"Really super sorry!" I eventually pouted. "For real! I'm so sure I couldn't, like, find my butt, you know, with a mirror on a stick, like totes."

Did that make any kinda sense? Dunno! Don't care! Anyhow, it certainly sounded as dumb as it made me look. Just as certainly, Matty didn't let that opportunity slide. I could have guessed that, what with me talking about butts and sticks. But whatever.

"Don't worry, Cunty!" He assured me. "It only matters that our sticks find your butt."

Oh Lordy! The embarrassment burnt on my cheeks with the heat of a thousand flames when I heard the frat boy say that nasty nickname in public. Meanwhile, the scruff boys' laughter was ringing in my ears with the volume of a thousand decibel. The young redneck didn't laugh, though. He obviously hadn't caught the drift.