Jessica's Change Management Ch. 06

The guys picked a pair of slutty, clear, open-toed platform heels which could only be described as 'stripper heels'. They were real ankle breakers with a 6" heel and 2" platform. When walking a circuit in the store, I instantly got a cramp in my lower legs. To be honest, I was staggering rather than walking and almost fell to my face.

"Sum lil ditz cha're, huh?" D-Rod commented on my wobbly gait. "Guess ya need sum trainin', Missy."

"Clumsy me!" I forced myself to say in response. "Sorry baby. Let me walk some circuits to get the hang of it."

I cringed at D-Rod's comment and winced even more when I noticed the salesgirl's open-mouthed reaction. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This young boy in his gangster outfit was talking to an older, mature woman in an absolutely condescending way and not only did the woman go along with it, her response also made her sound like a silly bimbo.

Trying to avoid the salesgirl's gaze as best as I could, I walked several circuits until I was slowly getting steady on my feet. Until I got the hang of it, though, it must have looked more than comical as I got close to falling on my face a few times. Finally, I was strutting in front of D-Rod and Garza, or rather, I sashayed through the shoe store. That is probably the best way to say it.

The enormously high platform heels had an immediate effect. I felt like I was walking around with a vendor's tray, peddling my assets. My hips swayed from side to side and my big, heavy titties got pushed out. I felt like such a slut. I felt so confident! I couldn't even refrain from looking at the salesgirl with a provocatively raised eyebrow.

"Dem heels suit cha perfectly, Missy. Keep 'em on."

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him with mouth agape from surprise. I already looked like a total slut in my skimpy clothes. With these platform heels, I would look like an absolute bimbo. I shot him a glare that quickly turned into a pleading look. But to no avail. A few minutes later, I tottered out of the shoe store wearing my new 6" clear platform heels on my feet and red cheeks on my face.

"Got da bases covered, Miss Tease." D-Rod exclaimed in front of the store. "Time for da final touches."

"Time for ya to make a choice, Missy." He addressed me. "A true slut needs to look good for her man, right. So I got 6 improvements for ya. Geddit, lil hussy?"

"First, ya get sum long, fake fingernails to look like my private pornstar. Second, ya get sum big hoop earrings to look all chola-style for ya man. Third, ya get sum piercings to look all glittery. Fourth, ya get a fake spray tan to look all tasty. Fifth, ya get cha hair bleached blonde to look like my personal bimbo. Sixth, ya get sum collar 'n leash to look like my obedient fuck pet."

Once again, I was left totally dumbfounded by D-Rod's nasty ideas. I must have looked like I had seen a ghost. At least, the two guys couldn't stop laughing about the face I made.

He couldn't be serious. He wanted me to completely change my appearance, not only my outfits. Fake fingernails? Bleached blonde hair? I couldn't hide that at the office! I couldn't explain it away to my colleagues! No way, I could do that!

"As I said, it's ya choice, Missy." D-Rod chuckled. "Ya gotta pick 3 outta dem 6."

Pheww! I almost felt relieved by that restriction. Nonetheless, it remained an incredibly presumptuous order. I didn't want to change my looks! Not in such humiliating ways! Not in such permanent ways!

I noticed the two Latino gang members looking at me expectantly. I knew that I had to make a decision. I also knew that I wouldn't get around it. I wanted to plead and beg but D-Rod wouldn't relent. He would only get annoyed with my complaining and dish out some nasty punishment. I definitely wanted to avoid that.

Standing in the mall, I felt so helpless. Combined with the anticipation of doing something so slutty, it turned me on tremendously. My mind was reeling, my stomach churning, and my pussy quivering. Each 'improvement', as D-Rod had put it so arrogantly, was bad in its own way. A business exec couldn't wear some tacky hoop earrings and long, fake fingernails! It would feel embarrassing and heat up the rumor mill at work, but I could get away with it. On the other hand, there was no way I would ever get my hair bleached blonde like some dumb bimbo slut or get some pussy piercings!

"I... I... choose..." I started stammering.

"Please Sir Da-Rod, let your MILF hussy get a nice manicure and spray tan to look all sexy for you." I finally blurted out, my pussy lurching with every 'improvement' I chose. "Please baby, let me buy some big hoop earrings so I look like a real barrio hoodrat for you."

I disliked the decisions as soon as I had made them. Still, it were the lesser three of the six evils.

"So be it!" D-Rod simply replied, turned around and headed down the mall.

Once again, I felt a pang of humiliation with my intern making me an active part in my degradation. I had made the decision. I had to live with it.

On our way to the beauty salon, the two Latinos walked on each side of me. Suddenly, I felt Garza putting his hand around my back, making me flinch from the unexpected touch. This was worse than holding hands! It made us look like a lovestruck couple - the highly educated business exec and the rough gangbanger newly enamored. However, I realized that the other shoppers saw a different picture - the dolled-up, MILF and the young Latino.

I flinched even more when I felt Garza's hand sliding down to my ass. He was resting his hand on my ass cheek! I hastily slapped it away and nervously looked over my shoulder to check if anyone had seen it. I looked right at an elder, grey-haired man with his eyes glued to my butt. He didn't stop staring until his wife poked him in the side and dragged him away. Not before giving me a condescending glare.

"What a dirty slut! Probably on her way to get pimped out by those thugs!"' I heard her muttering under her breath, turning my cheeks crimson.

As soon as I had slapped Garza's hand away, though, I felt D-Rod reaching for my ass. He was running his hand over my butt cheeks. I reached back to slap it away, too, but stopped myself. I didn't have the guts to do it. Instead, I pleadingly looked at my intern only to earn a shit-eating grin in response.

Then I stopped in my tracks.

I felt a cold breeze on my ass! D-Rod had grabbed the hem of my denim mini skirt and pulled it up. Blood shot into my head when I realized that my butt was exposed for everyone to see!

In panic, I looked all over the place. I saw a fat, middle-aged man dropping his shopping bag in surprise. He didn't even pick it up, leering at my naked ass instead. My stomach was doing cartwheels and my nerves were raw.

D-Rod only held my skirt up for about a minute. Still, it was enough for me to count four guys shooting lecherous gazes at me and two women giving me looks full of distaste. My face was hot with shame.

I needed time to recover my composure while the two Latinos proceeded walking down the mall as if nothing had happened. Somehow, I found myself wanting more women to give me disgusted looks, call me names, sneer at me, and chide me under their breath. There was a disgusting pang of lust in my pussy at the imagination, and I realized that it was strangely part of the turn-on. I almost yearned for D-Rod to expose me again while I continued tottering in between the two young gangsters.

Finally, we reached the beauty salon. The guys decided to have a smoke instead of accompanying me inside.

"Remember Missy, it's ya decision 'bout 'em color 'n design." D-Rod reminded me before strolling away. "Bettah make me proud, though."

An hour later, I stepped back out of the beauty salon, feeling like a totally different person. The beautician had taken me for some stupid bimbo in my slutty outfit and explained the whole procedure as if I was some dim-witted, small child. Somehow, though, I hadn't been in the mood to convince her of the opposite letting her keep her impression.

Before choosing a certain color and design, I had looked at all the pictures of different nail styles and gotten uncertain about it all. What did D-Rod expect? How slutty did he want his office pet to go?

I couldn't go too far without endangering my position in the consulting firm. Looking for a middle way, I opted for simple French nails with white tips, which were a bit longer than appropriate for a business lady. On a whim, however, I wanted to make sure that D-Rod was pleased so I added some poppy, sparkling nail art.

With the manicure finished, I realized that the stylish nail art made the long, clunky French nails look really flashy and showy. It looked a lot more flossy and porno than I had intended initially.

The two Latinos were waiting for me outside the store. Of course, I had to present my new, fake fingernails for them to inspect right in the middle of the hallway. Another public display that made me feel like a stupid, cheap tramp.

"Hm, dem poppy nail art definitely screams pornstar. Hehehe!" Garza commented on my manicure and D-Rod nodded in affirmation.

Well, obviously, I had made a choice to their satisfaction. At least, I hadn't been all in vain.

With the second improvement accomplished, we went off to a jeweler to buy some tacky earrings for me. Once again, Garza put his arm around my waist pulling me close to him. I didn't resist.

On our way, Garza stopped to take a look into a shop window. D-Rod used that moment to reach to the front of my white halter top. He quickly grabbed the criss cross strap and pulled it open. He was too fast for me to react. Before I even realized what was happening, the v-shaped cleavage opened up wide and my braless titties almost toppled out.

Gosh! It looked so obscene! With the straps open, there was barely any support for my big, ole funbags and my tit meat spilled out into the gap. The cleavage was open so wide that my left nipple popped out! I felt like I was dying of shame and wished nothing more than the ground to swallow me up.

Hastily, I pulled my hands up to cover my tits, but the two Latinos stopped my motion. They grabbed an arm each and held it down until I let them dangle at my sides on my own. It left me totally exposed without a chance to cover up.

A group of four young skater boys stopped in front of me. They pointed at my exposed juggs and whispered to each other. All the time, Garza and D-Rod continued doing their window shopping, leaving me no other choice than to stand next to them while flaunting my assets.

The skaters started wolf-whistling and noisily discussing my 'massive fleshcans' as one of the boys liked to call my tits. They even made bets of who had better chances to pick me up.

Of course, their loud chatter caught the attention of the other shoppers. I lost count of all the leering looks and deprecating headshakes that rained down on me while I flashed a fake smile.

Fuck! Could my face burn any fierier with shame? I guess not.

At least, I got my secret wish of revolted looks and derisive sneers from women, I sarcastically thought to myself while my pussy jolted mercilessly with each new joke the skater boys cracked about me.

Gosh! Could my body tingle even more with lust? I guess not.

Once again, D-Rod only had me standing in public with my 'massive fleshcans' exposed for a few minutes. Still, it felt like ages to me. When he finally ordered me to turn to the shop window and tie my front strap back up, I was close to cumming from the sheer exposure alone.

The rest of the way to the jeweler, I couldn't help but squeeze my legs and sway my hips with every step. I was so horny. The way my intern exposed me and toyed with me in public perfectly played into my exhibitionistic nature. It pushed all my buttons, leaving me yearning for more.

Once again, D-Rod took over control in the jewelry shop and decided on which jewelry I had to buy. By now, this made my pussy tingle even harder. I wanted him to decide how I looked best for him. After all, my purpose was to look good for my man and not make any decisions, right?

D-Rod chose several different types of hoop earrings. A silver pair with extra large hoops, another pair with glittery rhinestones, a silver pair in the shape of a heart and a golden pair with double hoops. He also picked matching necklaces, and a bunch of tacky silver bangles.

Just as my intern had done in the shoe store, he ordered me to keep on wearing several pieces of the new jewelry. He picked the silver pair of heart shaped earrings and six silver bangles on each wrist that made me look especially whorish. Of course, it goes without saying that I had to pay for all the jewelry.

On our way to the tanning salon, the silver bangles were clanking in rhythm with my clear platform heels clicking on the floor. Yay! Not only did I look like a total bimbo slut, I also sounded like one.

"Ooohhh!" I suddenly yelped when I stumbled on my platform heels.

Instead of steadying me, D-Rod gave me a push from the side. Losing my footing, I tumbled right into the middle of a group of five men. They looked like a bunch of grad school nerds in their mid-twenties wearing thick glasses and tucked-in t-shirts with silly slogans. Overall, they gave the impression as if they hadn't touched a girl in ages.

In an attempt to keep myself from falling, I grabbed hold of a guy's shoulder. He stood out from the group as he wore a long, greasy ponytail and a black heavy metal shirt. When he turned around in surprise, my barely clad boobs scraped along his chest. Still stumbling on my sky-high platform heels, I bent forward causing my denim mini skirt to ride up and letting me feel a rush of air on my naked butt.

Bumping into him, the metal fan grabbed my shoulders to steady me. To my surprise, he made full use of the situation, pressing my big soft funbags tightly against his chest. I felt my rock hard nipples pushing against him, which made me grunt lewdly. Although the headbanger looked greasy as hell, I didn't move. Damn, it felt too good! Finally, I was getting some touch to my tingling body.

Unfortunately, though, the awkward position offered his nerdy friends a perfect view of my naked, pantyless ass. Of course, they made full use of it and unabashedly leered at my butt. I guess all men are the same, no matter if their thugs, nerds, or handymen. Noticing their leers, I quickly steadied myself. I didn't want to make a scene! At least, I didn't want to make it worse than it was.

All the while, the long-haired headbanger held me in my bent over position. Before I could grab my skirt and pull it back down over my ass, his four nerdy friends grabbed their chance and walked 'oh so casually' past my back. Each one unobtrusively brushed his hand against my exposed pussy when passing by.

"Mmmmph!... Mmmmph!.. Mmmmph!" I grunted under my breath when I felt their touch to my wet slit.

I did my best to suppress my moans but felt a wave of indignation when the nerds noticed the wetness of my cunt. Hastily, I apologized without even looking at the long-haired headbanger and stepped out of the group.

As I continued my way down the mall with D-Rod and Garza at my sides, I heard the five nerds snickering and high-fiving each other. OMG! By now, I had gotten exposed to a bunch of Latino gangbangers, hip skater boys, and geeky nerds on this simple trip to the mall. I had become a MILF slut for any kind of younger boys, hadn't I?

When we reached the tanning salon, D-Rod and Garza decided to accompany me inside. Approaching the female tanning consultant, my intern assumed the sales talk once again, letting me silently stand next to him like his stupid, obedient slut.

The sales talk made me gasp, though. D-Rod wasn't going for a simple tan. Instead, he picked out some tan tattoos for me! Was there anything more skanky?

The Latin macho picked a tattoo in the shape of a big bow with the end of the broad ribbon sloping down. Overall, it was quite large and looked tacky as hell.

"Perfect as a tramp stamp, ain't it?" He asked Garza.

'No! It's not!' I wanted to shout but only let out a loud grunt of frustration. My intern was about to give me a tramp stamp. He was about to transform my body into the picture of a cheap tramp!

I wanted to protest so badly but I couldn't. After all, I had chosen the spray tan. It was tacky but it wasn't permanent and it would be covered up at work. At least, that is how I tried to rationalize it.

I was in for another surprise, though. D-Rod wanted me to get another tan tattoo. The salon didn't have a template or sticker for it, however. Nonetheless, my intern easily knew how to provide help as he simply pointed to a tattoo on his muscular upper arm.

This time, I couldn't help but object. I grabbed his arm and begged. I didn't even care if the female tanning consultant was hearing me talk in such a submissive way or not.

"Please sir, not that! It's too much! I chose a spray tan, not some tan tattoos."

"Don't you want your girl to look tasty for you, baby. All flawless and immaculate!" I cooed trying my best to convince him.

D-Rod wasn't having any of my revolt, though. He simply reached under my tiny denim mini skirt from behind and brushed his fingers along my slit. My legs were instantly wobbling.

"Ooohhh! Mmmph!" I groaned from the touch.

It felt so good. I could have cum right there on the spot. The electric jolts of pleasure exploding in my pussy were wreaking havoc inside me. I didn't even care that the tanning consultant was seeing me like that.

"Ya want mo' of dat?" D-Rod whispered into my ear. "Ya bettah beg me for another tan tattoo."

With that, his fingers were gone from my cunt. I groaned in disappointment. I wanted more! I needed his glorious cock so much. I needed him to fuck me and let me suck his big, gorgeous dick.

"Please Sir Da-Rod, let me have that tan tattoo. Mark me as your gang ho! I'm so proud to be allowed to wear your gang sign, baby!" I pathetically cooed, mindless from lust.

"Who can object to dat!" D-Rod replied cockily. "It goes right above ya cunt. Don't cha like dat, Missy?"

Once again, he pushed his hand under my skirt and brushed his fingers along my slit.

"Yaaayyy!" I partly cheered and partly moaned in response.

Can you believe it? D-Rod was about to brand me as his gang ho. At least, for the rest of his internship. It left me woozy from humiliation and embarrassment. I didn't think I could get any more aroused.

All the time during our conversation, the female tanning consultant was watching my humiliation. It didn't matter anymore. A part of me wanted D-Rod to grab me, bend me over the counter, and fuck my pussy right in front of her so she could watch in disgust and call me a cheap and nasty whore. Damnit! My arousal was getting to my head.

Biting my lips, however, I had to watch how the woman made the sticker - the three letters 'LGZ' in old English lettering. Then she led me into a booth that looked kind of like a shower and gave me a smug look while watching me undress. Standing totally naked in front of this fully-dressed woman made me feel so low and worthless, but letting her apply the bow tattoo sticker to my lower back and the 'LGZ' gang sign to my crotch was even worse. I winced each time she applied a sticker to my skin and gasped when my pussy lurched the same moment.

I felt more than vulnerable when she finally took the spray gun and sprayed my body. She repeated the procedure three times, and each time, my skin took on a darker shade. Stepping out of the booth, I checked myself in the mirror. D-Rod had picked a color level that didn't look too orange or too fake. Instead, my skin gleamed in a nice bronze tan that looked really tasty.

Turning around, however, I gasped loudly. The moment, I saw the pale bow stamp on my lower back, I had to struggle to keep my composure. It was larger than expected and prominently visible. The knot was directly above the top of my ass crack almost reaching from hip to hip and the ribbon spread down to cover the upper half of my ass cheeks. As my white, halter top was really short, it got exposed with every move.