Jessica's Change Management Ch. 08

'MISSBRAT'. With a whimper, I realized that it was the exact name Matt had given me. He was labeling me a trashy Barbie imitation.

"Right now, that's what you are. A cheap wannabe doll." The frat boy drove his point home. "The cougar cunt should wear the bracelet like that to show off her actual title! What you say, D-Rod?"

"Hm, it's a good idea." The Latino agreed.

NO! D-Rod couldn't buddy up with that motherfucker! I was his personal pet already, wasn't I? I didn't need to be the interns' fucktoy!

D-Rod agreeing with Matt made me nervous as hell. Would I be able to meet their expectations? Could I go any further with my slut upgrades?

"Thank you, sir!" I blurted out. "Miss Brat is proud to be allowed to serve you! Can I wear it all day long?"

Fuck! I didn't want to wear that title around my wrist at all. Still, Matt's challenge had driven me deep into subspace. I hadn't intended to sound so submissive but I meant it nonetheless.

As weird as it sounds, I actually wanted to prove myself to this group of young boys. No matter how much I despised Matt, his dominant demeanor made me yearn for his approval. I was glad about the chance to earn the new title.

What a fucking contradiction! I was the superior! They were interns! Still, I couldn't really complain, could I? How many thirty-year-old women were coveted by a bunch of college boys after all?

"Seems like you need more of a reminder of your status 'round here!" D-Rod told me. "It's not your place to get all bitchy at Matt or any of my buddies. Gettit?"

Woah! Where was this coming from? Not only did D-Rod agree with the presumptuous frat boy, he was also siding with him.

"I expect that from a young, prissy brat, not from a mature office pet. Understood? As long as you keep up that bitchy behavior, you won't get a new title." He emphasized his disappointment

"Yes sir. I'm sorry, Sir Da-Rod! It won't happen again." I sniffled with my head red in embarrassment.

This was so unfair! I had only tried to stand up for him and show Matt that D-Rod was my man. I had done it as much for him as for me!

He was right, though. It was neither my place nor my purpose. He didn't need the help of his fuckdoll. He was more than capable of defending himself.

The interns left me alone for a few hours, which surprised me. I had expected them to start harassing me right from the start. At least, it left me time to continue checking the success rates of my subordinates. A decision had to be made soon, and I wanted to be thorough about it. However, I had a hard time concentrating on the task because my mind was constantly wandering off starting to think about possible dares the interns were cooking up.

The rumor mill was working overtime today. Information had leaked that Brittany Palmer was being laid off whereas Michelle Keelan kept her job. It had been news for me, too. However, O'Bannon had confirmed it when I had asked him about it. As much as it irritated me, it made me angry even more.

Brittany Palmer was an experienced secretary in her late 40s who was doing an excellent job. Michelle Keelan, by contrast, was the absolute opposite. She was a young, inexperienced secretary in her 20s who was more concerned about her looks than her work. For me, she was the epitome of a superficial, dressed-up office floozy who got by with nothing but her looks and bra size.

I bet Ortega had been instrumental in this decision. He probably wanted to keep some eye candy around, not giving a damn about her performance.

Finally, the time for my edging task had come. With a lump in my throat, I opened my office container. I needed a few second to bring myself to grab the fake, pink popsicle and store it in my purse. Hastily, I got up and walked out of my office. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as I could.

When I reached the door, it almost flew into my face and made me stumble backwards. The four interns swaggered into my office with shit-eating grins plastered onto their faces.

"Are you out of your minds?" I protested after gathering my senses. "You can't come in here as a group all the time. It'll attract attention!"

"Aw, don't worry, fuckdoll!" D-Rod simply replied. "Your consultants make us run errands all day long. They got no clue where we are as long as the work gets done."

"So, I guess you were on your way to fulfill your own task, huh?" He asked me. "Did you take your gift along, Missy?"

"Yes... Yes sir." I said after hastily locking the door behind the four guys.

I couldn't say that I felt reassured but I wouldn't get rid of the boys anyways. With D-Rod, you never knew which dangerous place he would choose for another dare. It was better to keep the boys in my locked office. So I opened my purse and showed off the dildo.

"Let's not waste more time then." The Latin macho said while grabbing the fake dick and pulling it out of my purse. "I bet you can't wait to suck on your nice, pink popsicle."

"Taylor's got today's dare for you." D-Rod told me before throwing the dildo over to his Football buddy.

"Yeah..." The black jock responded hesitantly after easily catching the dildo.

I could see the way he was bracing himself and gathering all his courage to tell me the dare. It seemed quite absurd. After all, it was me who had to perform the dare, right?

"You really liked gambling with the dice, didn't you?" He introduced his idea. "So I thought you'll also love playing a few rounds of rock-paper-scissors. You'll gonna play a round against each of us. If we win, you'll fulfil our task. If you win, you can perform your edging task."

This was the dare? It sounded unusually tame. Truth be told, it sounded like a dare coming from Taylor. It missed the perfidious, degrading aspects in which D-Rod excelled. It even gave me a way out. Somehow, it fit Taylor and his shy, hesitant demeanor. In a weird way, though, it felt like a letdown and not as exciting as the previous dares.

OMG! How much had D-Rod corrupted me and twisted my mind? I was disappointed about an easy dare. How insane was that?

Stepping in front of me, I saw a whiff of hesitation on Taylor's face but it was gone as soon as it had appeared. It was quite obvious that the other interns had pushed and encouraged the black jock before coming to my office. Still, he was slow to kick things off. Even though he had seen the way his buddies treated me, it seemed like a big step for him to put his own dare into action.

"Let's get the party started!" Matt cheered.

That was the trigger Taylor needed to get going. For the moment, it chased away any remaining doubts he might have had.

"If I win, you gotta deepthroat the dildo!" Taylor started explaining the dare to me. "If you win, you're allowed to cum during your edging task."

Listening to the black Footballer, I studied his face. For the moment, he looked determined. He was in for the dare.

"Rock... Paper..." Taylor started the game clenching his hand.

I definitely wanted to win this dare. Being allowed to cum sounded too good to let it go to waste. So I clenched my hand as well. I decided to go with 'scissors', stretching out the index and middle finger of my right hand.

"Dadumm!" Matt cheered when Taylor showed his clenched fist.

He had chosen to go with 'rock' keeping his hand as a fist.

"Hehehe! Your fake fingernails might be as sharp as scissors but you can scratch that rock all you want. You lose, Miss Brat." Matt mocked me.

Damnit! I had lost the first round.

Taylor started waving the dildo in front of my face, taking up the thread where I had left it off with me getting close to sucking on the fake popsicle in a displacement activity. It was a typical behavior for an animal, which made me feel so silly. It made me feel so much like a pet – a fuckpet. This time, though, there was no way around it. I heard the other interns chuckling. They knew exactly to what Taylor was alluding.

"Remember, usually you have 5 minutes to edge. Now, you got 5 minutes to get that whole dildo down your throat, bitch." Matt reminded me to act quickly.

Dutifully, I started sucking on the pink dick. The prospect of an orgasm wasn't too bad after all. The top of the dildo wasn't much of a problem. But the further my lips slid down the shaft the more I had to stretch my lips. Still, I started pushing my mouth up and down the soft silicone, getting it nice and wet. However, the sheer girth made it hard for me to get more than half of the thick popsicle into my mouth. It was too big!

"Let me hear you gag!" The boys shouted in chorus imitating some rap song.

"C'mon Taylor. it's gag time! Teach the bitch to be a good throat pump." They continued spurring the black jock on.

Taylor still seemed reluctant letting me continue to suck on the dildo at my own discretion.

"That nasty fucking whore doesn't wanna be cuddled, Taylor." Matt taunted the black intern. "The fucktoy wants her gag reflex trained! She's basically begging you to teach her a lesson!"

Honestly, I wasn't begging at all. Yet, Matt was right in some way. I wanted to be guided.

Finally, Taylor reacted to their promptings and took over the initiative. He began thrusting the dildo in and out of my mouth. Woah! There goes the hesitance! Obviously, he was fed up with being the loser of the group.

He fucked my mouth a couple of times before he pushed the dildo against my uvula. Although it was too big to go down my narrow throat, he kept it pressed against my tonsils.

"Uuurrrggghhh!"

The moment a guttural, gurgling noise burst from my throat, he pushed the silicone dick out and a gush of thick slobber sloshed out along with it. The drooly strings connected my lips with the pink popsicle and threatened to tear off any second.

"You don't wanna stain your stylish dress, do you?" D-Rod chimed in with a chuckle, pointing to the risk of the spit dribbling onto my dress.

Of course, I didn't want that to happen! I wouldn't be able to show my face to my subordinates for the rest of the working day! Although I was glad for my man to take over control, my eyes angrily flashed at D-Rod. Still, I followed his implicit order and pushed my neckline down to reveal the red criss cross straps of my wet look chemise.

As soon as I had revealed my titties, Taylor scraped the drool off onto my tit flesh, making me shudder in disgust. It was so gross! But at least, my dress remained immaculate.

With the dildo clean again, Taylor held it back in front of my face. There was a catch, however, as he held it in the height of my crotch. Looking at him, I saw a dirty glint in his eyes for the first time. Usually, I was used to such a perverse twinkle from D-Rod or Matt. Damnit! The shy guy started enjoying this!

Keeping my legs straight, I lowered my upper body. I felt the tight bandage dress stretching over my bent ass. Once more, I started sucking on the popsicle. I tried my best to work it into my mouth but it was so thick that it stretched my lips uncomfortably. Again, the Football jock took over after a while. He fucked my face until sloshing noises announced that my mouth was overflowing with slobber.

Getting gagfucked by a popsicle! This was so absurd!

Suddenly, he increased the pressure and with a jerk, the thick dildo slid into my throat. It caught me off-guard, and my whole body twitched and trembled. With the fat popsicle stretching my throat into new dimensions, I gagged and gurgled pitifully.

"Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!..."

This time, the black hunk kept the fake dick down my throat for a few more seconds although my retches filled the room. He waited until a torrent of thick, bubbly drool streamed from the corners of my mouth before he released me.

With the frothy spittle hanging from my chin, Taylor scooped it up and fed it back to my mouth. I winced and whined in revolt but gathered the drool in my mouth nonetheless. When he was done with his handiwork, the Footballer threw the dildo over to Justin.

"Times running, Miss Brat!" He reminded me.

When I turned around, Justin was already holding the dildo ready. The four guys had formed a circle around me by now.

"C'mere dolly! To me, dolly!" He taunted me while waving the dildo in front of his chest.

I rushed over to him with my tits swinging, only to have him throw the fake dick over to D-Rod at the last second.

"Too late, bitch!" He chided me and spanked my swinging fleshorbs, giving each big, ole funbag a sharp slap.

"Oooww! Oooww!" I squealed as much from surprise as from the pain.

"Better be quick. Time's running, Missy!" Justin directed me over to D-Rod.

Turning on my heels, I ran over to my man with my big boobs bouncing around like mad. When I reached him, he held the pink popsicle in front of my face, only to push it down when my lips got close to touching the silicone top.

Taking a step to the side, he suddenly stood next to my paper shredder. It was a simple office tool, just the shredder head that was attached to the top of my wastebasket. Using the stick of the dildo, he stuck the fake popsicle into the slit securing it to the shredder head.

Without a word, I knew what to do. I looked at the dildo rearing up from the wastebasket. Gulping down my revulsion, I kneeled down and pushed my face over the trash basket. With my ass in the air, I felt the bandage dress rising over my butt exposing my pantyless ass cheeks.

I couldn't believe it. I was looking into my wastebasket filled with old, shredded papers about to suck on a fake, pink popsicle. All the while, my ass was facing my office door. Gosh! I was about to practice my deep throat skills in the most degrading position I could think of.

I couldn't help but mewl pitifully while kneeling in this demeaning position with my face hovering above my wastebasket. So gross! Getting so close to the trash bin was absolutely disgusting!

Apparently, though, D-Rod had liked Taylor's interpretation of the 'throat pump'. He grabbed my chestnut tresses and pushed my face down impaling the dildo up my mouth until it pressed against my tonsils. The moment a gurgling noise erupted from my gullet, he shoved my head down. With a jerk, it popped down my throat pipe. The pop was so abrupt that it made me flail about while my legs kicked wildly around.

"Bleeeccchhh!" I retched and choked harshly.

The way my body convulsed must have been a sight to be seen. Damnit! D-Rod was cranking up the depravity. With the other guys getting into the groove of using and abusing me, he obviously wanted to prove that he was still the alpha male around. Unimpressed, D-Rod continued the throat pump several more times.

Hold, gurgle - pop, gag, convulse - repeat.

"Bleeeccchhh!

Hold, gurgle - pop, gag, convulse - repeat.

"Bleeeccchhh!

"Yeah! That's what I call throat training! Another well stretched hole for cocks!" D-Rod exclaimed in between.

Holy shit! Getting my throat stretched was so uncomfortable. It was so strenuous.

Fuck! I was nothing but a tight cock clamp. I was nothing but a sex object.

The way D-Rod used me without any regard to my feelings was overwhelming. It was intoxicating. The degradation of having to look into my wastebasket and drooling slobber into my trash bin only added fuel to the fire! The whole situation was beyond humiliating, and thus made my pussy throb.

Even with D-Rod's throat pumping, I hadn't managed to get the dildo completely buried in my mouth. Finally, the Latino gave up and let my head go. Pushing my head off the popsicle, though, I still continued choking and dry heaving pitifully because my throat kept on constricting after the harsh impalement.

"Ugh!... Ugh!... Ugh!..."

D-Rod took the dildo, wiped the slobber off on my lips, and threw it over to Matt. Angrily, I growled at him.

SLAP

SLAP

"Hhhrrr!" I grunted more from frustration than pain.

"Tik, tok! Ain't much time left." The Latino reminded me of the dare.

Once again, I turned on my heels and ran over to the next guy. On my 4" high heels, it wasn't easy to run and I rather staggered than rushed. It only made my titties sway harder and my hips sashay stronger.

Before I even reached Matt, he threw the dildo back to Taylor. They tossed the goddamn dildo from man to man across the circle, making me run every which way.

It must have looked so ridiculous. The grown business executive stumbling through her office with her tits hanging out of her dress. The fact that I was running after a dildo that was getting tossed around by my interns made it even more laughable.

When the fake dick landed back with Matt, he decided to do his own thing. Instead of throwing the dildo to the next in line, he held the popsicle down close to his crotch making me bend down. Without giving it another thought, I lowered my upper body while keeping my legs straight.

When my mouth got close to the silicone popsicle, however, the douche of a frat boy pulled it away and grabbed the back of my head. Pressing my face forward, he pushed my mouth against his crotch.

I mewled and protested when I felt the jeans fabric against my soft lips. I also felt his hard cock straining his pants. With relish, the arrogant bastard rubbed my face all over his pants and hard-on. It was Matt's reminder that I hadn't managed to get my lips on the dildo in time although he hadn't really given me a chance.

What a difference between Justin and Matt. Obviously, the slimy business student was more into the rough, physical stuff whereas the frat boy delighted at the psychological aspects of my humiliation. By all means, Matt's approach was more powerful and persistent. Nonetheless, I found myself appreciating both styles more than Taylor's half-assed attempts. It broached my submissiveness and spurred me on.

Pulling on my chestnut tresses, Matt showed me where he was holding the dildo. It was above his head! With a groan, I straightened up and lifted my head. I couldn't reach it, though! He was holding it too high!

Almost pleadingly, I looked at the frat boy. 'C'mon, give me a chance to be a good slut for you.' I implicitly tried to tell him. It only made him chuckle, though.

"Can't reach it, Miss Brat? Try harder, bitch. Jump for me."

Holy shit! He wanted me to jump on the spot for him. He was dangling the dildo in front of me like a carrot. He was goading me with a treat like a pet!

Grudgingly, I started hopping in my two-tone high heels. I didn't know if this was better or worse than jumping on the spot to make my titties topple out of my top like I had done yesterday. Both acts were extremely humiliating.

Every time I jumped, Matt pulled the dildo higher, forcing me to leap higher as well. Each time, my fat fleshcans bounced wilder than before. The bastard made me hop eight times and never let me reach the dildo.

The last time, though, he caught me off guard. While I leaped, he pushed the fake popsicle downwards. While my mouth went up, the dildo went down. This way, the fake dick finally got completely buried down my gullet. It was fully inside! Nothing had ever gotten pushed so far up my throat pipe.

"BBBLLLUUURRRGGGHHH!"

My gullet exploded in a single long, forceful retch. I gagged and choked and heaved all at the same time. Meanwhile, throat slime erupted from my mouth. With my head held up, it gushed out like a fountain and sprayed down onto my cheeks and chin. It was so thick and slobbery and gooey! Ugh! So gross!

Still, the fucking dipshit hadn't managed to make me puke which I realized in a touch of pride. I was too good a deep throat slut to puke! My throat was a well-trained cock clamp!

OMG! D-Rod had really corrupted me for me to have such thoughts. Even worse, these thoughts filled me with pride!

Nonetheless, I had stepped into Matt's trap and personally made me choke on the dildo. I had done it myself! A fact we were both fully aware of as the evil smile on his face told me.