Jessica's Change Management Ch. 08

"Time's up!" Taylor chimed in, making Matt stop. "You managed to get it all the way down. Props for that, lil hussy."

"But it was too late. Five minutes were over." He told me. "You didn't fulfill your task, Miss Brat. So you're not allowed to cum today.

"Too bad, bitch." Matt added with a smirk.

This was so mean! I had succeeded! I had made myself gag and choke so badly! Still, it didn't count. I was disappointed! I was sad about not being allowed to cum. Just as much, however, I was sad about not having been able to perform well enough.

"Still, you got a task at your hands!" D-Rod told me while handing me the silicone popsicle.

With shaking hands, I took the instrument of my humiliation. I knew what he was talking about. I had to edge and wasn't allowed to cum. Although it should have disappointed me, the thought of touching my clit was too compelling, no matter the outcome. I badly wanted to caress my pussy!

Squatting down, I spread my legs wide, showing off my smooth shaved twat. Holding the pink dildo in my right hand, I touched the tip against my pussy lips. I had five minutes and my pussy was already throbbing maddeningly. So I could take my time. I started running the tip of the dildo up each bloated pussy lip.

"Oooh!" It felt so good.

I went really slow, savoring each and every feeling surging up from my cunt. Finally, I reached my clit with the popsicle. For a few seconds, I simply let the top rest on my sensitive nub. Then I started rubbing it in slow, spinning motions.

"Oooh! Fuck!" I had to concentrate to keep from groaning loudly.

I was still in my office with co-workers close-by! The pleasure radiating from my pussy, however, made it hard to concentrate and keep quiet.

While rubbing my clit with the dildo, I reached down with my left hand and plunged two manicured fingers into my sopping slit.

"Mmm!"

I was getting damn close to cumming. I had to be careful now. The interns were watching me closely, enjoying the lewd show. They would instantly notice if I was having an orgasm.

There it was! I was on the brink of orgasm. It was coming closer and closer. Every fiber of my body could feel it approaching. I wanted to rub my clit harder. I wanted to pinch my nipples. Anything to tip me over the edge. But I didn't do it.

Every nerve in my body was firing. My whole being was yearning for release. My legs started twitching. I almost fell onto my ass. My body was dancing on the edge.

I was in such a heightened state. My arousal was just as intense as my psychological need. I couldn't stop. With my last bit of will power, I brought my left hand up and slapped the dildo out of my other hand making it fall to the floor.

My legs continued twitching. My crotch was humping the air desperately trying to get some kind of stimulation. It was getting none. I had denied myself the orgasm, which left me as drained as aroused and needy.

It took quite a few moments until I was able to gather my senses and look at the guys again. Their gazes told me how impressed they were with my performance.

"Helluva lotta self-control you got, lil pet." D-Rod praised me. "Gotta say, well-trained."

"You better touch up on your make-up, though, office pet." He continued. "You don't want your subordinates seeing you like that, don't you?"

His words caused panic to well up inside of me. I hadn't thought about my make-up at all. With all the tears I had shed and the spit I had drooled, I must have looked a right mess.

Hastily pushing my patchwork dress up to cover my titties, I stormed out of my office. I basically rushed to the ladies' room with my head facing the ground. With every step, I prayed not to run into Ortega or O'Bannon. That would have been the worst case scenario. That would have been the end of my career.

Fortunately, there was nobody on the hallway and I reached the ladies' room without running into anyone. Looking into the mirror, I saw that my mascara was completely smeared with thin, dark threads running down my cheeks. Moreover, my chin and cheeks were glistening wetly like a glazed donut. My face looked more like a clown's mask than an elegantly styled business lady. A clownish business exec...

I could have used a shower because my titties were feeling sticky with remnants of slobber as well. But I had to live with touching up my make-up. It took my several minutes to do a somewhat convincing job and remove all reminders of my 'throat training'.

Holy shit! We hadn't even reached lunch, and I was already refreshing my appearance. The way the guys were taking turns using me, they were stirring up each other. Every intern tried to outdo the previous one, using me harder, rougher, and in more demeaning ways. Where would this end? I could only hope for D-Rod continuing to protect me. This was about to become a long day in the office.

When I stepped back into my office, the interns were gone. I was trying to focus back on my work and prepare a project pitch I had to deliver at the end of the week. Somehow, though, I had a hard time concentrating because my mind was constantly wandering off to ponder over the next dare. I was almost glad when the door opened again and Justin stepped inside.

"It's getting close to lunch break, Miss Brat." He told me cheerfully. "We want some tacos for lunch today. So you're gonna visit your friend Checo 'n get the food."

"Pardon me. I do what?" I asked totally baffled.

He couldn't be serious! He wanted me to go and fetch lunch for the interns? What the fuck was he thinking? I wasn't some personal assistant! I was the goddamn superior here! I wasn't serving food to anyone! On the contrary, I had sent out interns to fetch lunch for me before. This was so insolent. This was so presumptuous! It made me seethe with anger.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?" I snarled at Justin. "I'm not gonna do shit for you."

"Hehehe!" The slimeball chuckled in response. "D-Rod said you would react like that. Only gonna make my victory that much sweeter. The game will decide, neither you nor me, Missy."

Fuck! He was right. A silly child's game was about to decide if my interns would reduce the business executive to a serving wench. It was so ridiculous. Every fiber in my body strived against me becoming their servant. Still, chance would decide.

With my legs like jelly, I stood up and held out my hand. Justin looked at me with his trademark slimy grin and reached out all hammy.

"Rock... Paper...!" He announced starting the game.

This time, I was even more motivated to win. I was willing to do almost anything to prevent becoming their silly serving wench. Last time, I had gone for 'scissors'. What would Justin expect me to do this time? Would he anticipate me going for the same shape or for a different one?

I didn't have much time to ponder this. So I chose a different shape, stretching out my hand to symbolize a 'paper'. Justin didn't change the shape of his hand, keeping it clenched to symbolize a 'rock'.

"Yesss!" I couldn't help screaming out in triumph.

I had won. I wouldn't have to drive to the taco joint. I wouldn't have to meet Checo, the nasty 'LGZ' gang member, again. I wouldn't have to reduce myself to the interns' servant.

"Fuuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Justin wasn't happy at all.

"You got lucky, bitch!" He snarled. "But the day's far from over."

"Fuck! Can't leave here empty-handed." He ranted. "Show me your slut outfit again, fucking whore."

I had expected him to storm out of my office immediately. Obviously, though, he couldn't handle his defeat so easily. As I didn't want to enrage him any further, I reluctantly opened the zipper of my black and white patchwork dress and presented the red wet look chemise for a second time.

Justin instantly stepped close to me and ran his hands over the criss cross straps up to my titties. When he reached the end of the straps, he suddenly pulled on them.

"Oh!" I yelped in surprise when the straps tightened.

He tugged so firmly that the criss cross straps got pushed together. In the process, the wet look material got drawn together as well and tightly squeezed my ripe fleshorbs.

"Owww!" I whimpered when he continued pushing firmly.

The slimeball didn't stop until my soft tit meat got distorted, once again showing his rude streak. In the end, my big ole funbags bulged and almost toppled out of the red chemise.

"That's better, slut." Justin remarked when I pulled the dress back over my bulging melons. "If I can't use you, I can at least slut you up. Hehehe!"

He watched me put my patchwork dress back on and nodded gleefully when he noticed the changes. Fuck! My dress couldn't hide his manipulations.

My titties were compressed so tightly that the dress bulged obscenely. The material got stretched so much that the dress looked a size too small and about to burst any second. My funbags appeared a size bigger at least, more like d-cups than the actual c-cups. Moreover, my squeezed boobs were riding high up on my chest, making them look almost fake.

Holy shit! There wasn't much elegant about my outfit anymore.

With a final satisfied nod, Justin turned around and walked out of my office. He might have lost the game but he had still found a way to mess with me. Nonetheless, I couldn't stop smiling while watching him leave.

D-Rod might have turned me into the interns' luxury toy but I wouldn't be their serving wench. I was still a business executive. I still had some pride left. The changes in my outfit might overemphasize my bust. But I had great tits and could easily pull it off. Achieving a victory against an intern was far more important.

Another half hour passed until D-Rod called me on the phone.

"Get down to the conference room." He told me tersely before hanging up.

That was unexpected. What was he doing in the conference room? Why was he calling me there?

Grabbing my purse, I walked downstairs. Halfway down the stairs, I realized that the dildo was still in my purse. Gosh! By now, I was carrying a sex toy around wherever I went. So lewd!

On my way, I rushed past Michelle Keelan, the incompetent secretary. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me. Obviously, she had noticed my dress tightly stretching over my bulging fleshcans. I didn't stop, though, simply continuing to hurry down the floor. I had passed her so quickly that she couldn't have gotten a good look, could she? Whatever! Her opinion didn't matter to me anyways. Nonetheless, I felt a tinge of embarrassment when I kept moving.

The conference room was located on the main floor of our office. It was mostly used for work meetings. However, from Tuesdays to Thursdays most of the consultants worked directly on customers' locations. So the room wasn't heavily used during those days.

Stepping inside, I saw all four interns lounging around on seats around the large table. They had tacos and fries in front of them. I better not wanted to ask how they had picked up the food.

"What are you doing here? Are you insane? You know it's not allowed to use this room as lunch room."

"Aw c'mon, Miss Brat. Don't be such a drag!" D-Rod replied unfazed. "Most of the consultants are out of office anyways."

"Why don't you use your chill-out room in the basement?" I inquired. "I'm not going to do anything in here."

"There's no TV down there." The Latino responded, pointing to the large flat screen hanging on the wall.

Usually, the flat screen was used for presentations during the meetings. But the interns had switched it on and were watching some online clips on a tube site.

"Too bad you won that round, office pet." D-Rod told me, focusing back on lunch. "I bet you'd have loved paying Checo with your fuckholes, wouldn't you?"

No! I wanted to say. I never want to see that brutal gangster ever again. But I kept my mouth shut, not liking where this conversation was going.

"I see Justin made the most of his loss." The Latino commented on my bulging tits, making me blush. "That dress was way too boring for a slut like you anyways."

"So..., Justin said you were far too happy 'bout the win." He continued. "So I decided to combine my round with lunch."

Shit! D-Rod knew exactly how much I resisted becoming their serving wench. He knew how proud I was about my status as a business executive. He wanted to see me struggle some more.

"If I win the round, you're gonna suck us off during lunch 'n all you get to eat for the day is our cum." The Latin macho explained the task. "If you win, you get your own taco."

Wow! What a nasty dare! Once again, D-Rod had proven that he was the master of the perfidious dare. He wanted me to give them a blowjob while they were eating. He wanted to feed me their cum as lunch. He wanted to put me on a sperm diet for the day. Gawd! It was so vicious it instantly made my pussy surge. Damnit! How much I had come to love his vicious, insensitive manner.

"But... But..." I stammered.

'But not here in the conference room.' That was what I wanted to say but I didn't get the words out before D-Rod had started the game.

"Rock... Paper...!" He began without further words.

"I take it as 'papers' if you don't participate, fuckdoll." He said pointing at my unclenched hand.

Quickly, I formed a fist and joined the game. I wanted to have a winning chance after all. Nonetheless, I was dead set on discussing the choice of room after the game if it would still be necessary. If I won, it wouldn't matter anyways.

As I had been lucky with 'paper', I decided to go with it again. So I stretched out my fake-nailed hand. D-Rod obviously anticipated me choosing my lucky shape and decided upon 'scissors'.

Fuck! I had lost for the second time. The feeling of elation from the victory against Justin was gone. I had to suck the interns off while they were busy eating their lunch. This would be so degrading. They would use me as their throat pump and discard me like a used object when lunch was over.

"So... should I go ahead to the chill-out room and wait for you guys?" I tried addressing the choice of room.

"On the contrary, fuckpet, you go on your knees 'n start smoking my cock here 'n now." D-Rod retorted, saying the exact words I had feared.

"We can't do that, D-Rod! I can't do that!" I argued, even forgetting to call my man 'sir'. "What if a colleague walks in on us? It's way too dangerous!"

"Told you already. Almost everybody's out of office 'n the rest's eating out. Michelle was just leaving when you entered." The arrogant macho didn't relent. "You better get going or you wanna wait till your subordinates come back?"

Of course, I didn't want that. I wanted him to follow me to the chill-out room. I wanted him to listen to my pleas. Only this one time!

"Want me to lend you a hand?" Matt chimed in.

Shit! Matt was using my hesitation to make a play for dominion. D-Rod couldn't afford ceasing control over me. I couldn't afford losing D-Rod's control over me.

I relented although I didn't want to. Sucking off the boys in the conference room didn't appeal to me at all. But I had to back up my man.

Slowly getting on my knees, I crawled over to D-Rod and spread his legs. I ran my long French nails over his pants from his shins to his crotch. All the while, the Latino continued munching on his taco. Using my glittery, fake fingernails, I opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. It was quickly hardening in my hand.

Only using my glittery French nails, I ran the long, plastic tips up and down his shaft, teasing his cock until it twitched. Then I spit into the palm of my hand to get it nice and wet.

"Got a better idea." The macho told me with his mouth full.

He grabbed a pack of ketchup and smeared the sauce all over his shaft. Watching him grease his cock with the gooey, red stuff made me wince. It looked gross! Still, I braced myself and stuck my tongue out. Running it up his dick, I got the full flavor of the tomato sauce. This was so nasty! Licking ketchup off a guy's cock!

After cleaning all the sweet, red sauce off D-Rod's meat pole, I put my soft lips over his cock and started sucking. Bouncing my head up and down, I tickled the top of his cockhead with my tongue giving it a nice, wet spit bath.

In stark contrast to the throat training I had endured during the last round, D-Rod let me do all the work leaning back and enjoying his taco. For him, I was an object he barely noticed, as he was busy with his food. The humiliation shot through my pussy like a jolt.

My head bobbing got quicker and deeper and I could feel D-Rod's tool starting to strain. The Latin macho stopped me, though, by smearing ketchup onto his balls. I had to stop sucking and bath his balls instead. One after the other, I took his nuts into my mouth and extensively munched on it. The sweet tomato flavor hit me with full force making me shake on my knees.

The other boys quickly joined in on the fun. One after the other pulled his cock from his pants and smeared ketchup on his dick.

"C'mere, dolly! To me, dolly!" Justin once again teased me as he had done before.

With a shove to my shoulders, D-Rod sent me over to the slimy student. As he was sitting on the other side of the table, I had to crawl under it. OMG! I was on my hands and knees crawling around underneath the table in a conference room.

When I crept out on the other side, Justin waved his ketchup covered dick in front of my face. He made me clasp my hands behind my back and stick my tongue out to show my obedience. Only then, he let me lick the ketchup off his cock meat. After cleaning his shaft and burying every inch of his meat pole in my mouth, he sent me over to Taylor.

Reaching the black Footballer, I proceeded with my cleaning task licking the tomato sauce off his massive cock and engulfing his cockhead with my mouth. When I was done, I had to crawl underneath the table again to reach Matt.

"Hehehe! Passing around the slut like a piece of meat. We should call her the Pass-Around Puppet!" Matt taunted me.

"Let's play some Russian Roulette, bros!" D-Rod suggested when their laughter had died down. "We sit here with the Pass-Around Puppet under the table sucking us off. She got two minutes to blow our dicks before we pass her along clockwise. Last one to cum's the winner 'n gets to fuck the pet's ass later on."

"Yeahhh! Helluva idea!" Of course, the boys loved the idea.

"Take this. Time to collect your lunch, Missy!" D-Rod told me and handed me an empty plastic cup that had been filled with soda before.

Meanwhile, the other guys were quick to react. When I reached Matt and tried to creep out from under the table, they had already moved their chairs to the table so their legs were underneath. I was trapped!

"The minute's running, office bike!" Matt told me brusquely.

As I didn't want him to win the game, I immediately started bobbing my head over his stick. All the while, I heard the boys noisily munching on their tacos as if there wasn't a slut on her knees under the table.

"OK, guys. I'm short of time. So let's kick things off quickly." I suddenly heard a voice. "I'm already 5 minutes late to our meeting."

OMG!

What a shock!

What the fuck was going on?!?

Some man must have walked into the room! He was talking to the interns!

I recognized the voice at once. It was Mr. Blake, an experienced consultant in his 40s from Ortega's department.

I was so shocked I almost bit into Matt's cock. Panic seized me and made me freeze on the spot. I was kneeling under the table right between Matt's legs and couldn't move.

How was I supposed to react? How could I get out of this situation? How could I avoid getting detected by Blake?

All these thoughts bombarded and tormented me. The worst case scenario had happened. A co-worker had walked in on us. It was only a matter of time before he would find out about my relationship with the interns. At least, the table was so large that I remained hidden underneath. As long as Blake didn't sit down at the table, he couldn't see me.