Jessica's Change Management Ch. 10

"We're outside 'n ready, puta. Haul yo ass outta da backdoor." Lucho blurted into the phone when I picked up.

He didn't say anything else, simply hanging up and leaving me totally dumbfounded. I couldn't seriously follow his request. I couldn't walk out of the restaurant right now. Not with all these important topics on the line. Not with my career at stakes!

The more my mind protested, however, the more the warm feeling between my loins spread. Meeting D-Rod's gang homies would be so much more fun than sitting at this business dinner. What choice did I have anyways? I was the 'LGZ ho' after all. My tan tattoo made that plain. I had to be freely available to all gang members.

What a fucked up situation! I was caught between a rock and a hard place. The business dinner and the gang fuck, somehow both seemed important. The first for my job as business executive, the latter for my role as hoodrat. As much as the rational parts of my mind argued for me to stay at the table, my submissive side urged me to meet Lucho.

Shooting D-Rod's homie a text message to call me back, I faked a phone call from the clients. When I picked up my ringing smartphone, I informed my fellow executives that Mr. Moore was calling to discuss details from my project pitch. Letting O'Bannon and Ortega believe that there was still a chance to get the extension, I excused myself from the table and stood up. Pooh! My heart was beating in my throat.

This was so reckless! This was so naughty! This was so irresponsible! This was so exciting!

I was in a fancy, high-class restaurant leaving my boss and rival at a table to walk outside and fuck some lowlife gangbangers! It sounded more like fantasy than reality.

While talking to the imaginary client on my smartphone, I walked to the ladies' room. A small hallway let to the restrooms with the ladies' and men's room located on the right side and the entrance to the kitchen on the left side. At the end of the hallway was a door that let outside.

On my way, I looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to me. A waiter walked out of the kitchen, almost bumping into me. When he was gone, the way was clear and I quickly stepped up to the door. Luckily, it wasn't locked.

Stepping outside, I quickly closed the door before taking a look around. I was standing in a small alleyway that branched off a three-way stop. The dirty alley was lined with dumpsters and trashcans, standing in stark contrast to the fancy, posh restaurant. It was obvious that scarcely anybody ever set a foot in here. Certainly no customers. At most, employees to quickly take out the trash.

Close to the door parked an old, open-top lowrider with the hood facing the three-way stop. Three guys leaned against the car trunk having a smoke. One of them was D-Rod's brawny housemate Lucho wearing low-ride khaki pants, a white tee, and a check shirt with only the topmost button closed. Next to him was Checo, the hardened cholo in his forties working at the taco joint. He was wearing black baggy pants and a white Football jersey. The third Latino seemed to be in his late twenties and sported a bandana around his forehead, khaki pants, and a white muscle shirt. Despite the dimly lit alleyway, I was sure that I hadn't seen him before.

As soon as Checo saw me, he flipped his cigarette away and walked up to me. I didn't like this turn of events a bit. After all, Checo was an ex-con with a raddled appearance, big time tattoos, and ink on his knuckles. He was the scariest thug of all the 'LGZ' gang members I had met yet. I had hoped to never run across him again. Yet, I couldn't even say 'ah' before he had his hand on my ass, kneading my buns through the fine, gray fabric of my skirt.

"Yo, bros! Da hoodrat pimped up 'er assets! Now, da gang ho got 'em style to go along wit 'em phat tetas 'n barrio booty." He called the two younger gangbangers over to us.

He made me toss my chestnut tresses with the new golden highlights over my shoulders to show off my full fringe hairstyle. Despite his crude slur, it felt like an appreciation of my efforts.

"Paco here ain't believin' sum bizness biatch's our nu gang ho." Checo told me. "Show him we ain't kiddin', puta."

His instruction made me look up and down the alley. There was no one else around and the view from the main street was pretty much blocked with dumpsters. That was a plus!

Still, it was hard to fathom that it had come to this. I was about to strip in a public alley. How shameful! How degrading! Yet, the sheer presence of these rude gangsters pushed me into subspace willing to serve them, especially after almost two days without a strong hand controlling me. Gosh! How much I yearned for this kind of dominance!

With my hips swaying, I walked up to Paco. He wasn't as muscular as the other two Latinos. Instead, he was really tall and stout. He seemed to be more of a silent giant in comparison to his loud-mouthed homies.

Standing in front of him, I spun around and shook my bubble butt to show off the tight gray pencil skirt with the black side stripes. When I finished my pirouette, I got blinded by flashing lights. A car was driving towards the alleyway!

I froze in my position!

The car came closer to the alley entrance. The bright beam of the front lights was about to reach me any moment. The passengers would see the business lady surrounded by a bunch of Latin gangbangers!

Suddenly, though, the car turned right and sped away. We hadn't been spotted. Heaving a sigh, I looked at Lucho and Checo. Despite the interruption, they weren't letting me off the hook. I was the 'LGZ ho' and they had come all the way to make good use of the hoodrat. They wouldn't leave empty handed.

I couldn't prolong the inevitable for too long, either. The fake call had bought me some time but I couldn't let O'Bannon and Ortega wait infinitely without making them suspicious.

Thus, I started opening the buttons of my gray blazer. Carefully, I placed it on the backseat of the lowrider to prevent it from landing on the ground and getting stained. Grabbing the black v-neck top, I pulled it up and revealed my flat tummy.

Gyrating my hips, I continued presenting my blinged-up assets by showing off the new silver waist chain with the rhinestone embellished 'B' charm that was riding high on my hips, the heart-shaped 'Missy' rhinestone navel ring dangling above the chain, and the 'LGZ' tan tattoo with the crown vajazzling emblazoned underneath it.

"Woah vatos, ain't nobody told me da nu hoodrat's a total style doll." Paco exclaimed in surprise. "She's shittin' ya, bros! No way, dat floozy's an exec. Maybe, she's suckin' off an exec when she ain't takin' calls as his receptionista. Ahahaha!"

Woah! This quiet gang member didn't know me. Yet, he didn't believe me for a second. He didn't take me for a business executive but for a receptionist at best. My feelings were going head over heels. On the one hand, I was deeply embarrassed. On the other hand, I was delighted by his approval of me as a glamour doll.

The memory of Ortega duping me into acting as his receptionist for an hour flashed in front of me. Even though, I quickly suppressed it, the reminder gave my pussy a surge.

"I'm a bitchness exec." I impulsively told Paco while I ran my long, sparkling French-nailed index finger down his chest. "I'm stylish and smart, you know."

Woah! Where had that pun come from? Had I just mumbled too much or had I really wanted to say it? Actually, I had intended to emphasize that I was a sophisticated business lady, but in the end I had achieved the opposite effect.

The word had simply popped into my head and I had instantly blurted it out. So much for giving considered responses! While blaring it out, however, the memory of the project pitch flashed in front of my eyes. I had looked stylish during the presentation but far from smart.

"Hehehe! Bitchness exec. If dat ain't no contradiction." Checo snorted. "Bet dat 'B' on ya chain stands for bitch then, huh?"

No, it did not! Actually, I had chosen the letter to represent the 'Brat' in 'Miss Brat' as the 'Missy' was already dangling off my belly button. Yet, I didn't disagree with the Latino. After all, I had called myself the bitchness exec, right?

"Yo! Ain't seein' an exec or a gang ho right now." Paco gave me an indirect order while keeping up his calm manner.

Damnit! I wanted to prove that I was both although demonstrating my skills as the 'LGZ ho' took precedence at the moment. So much for having clear priorities.

Slipping my arms out of the halter straps of my black v-neck top, I slowly pulled the hemline down until it rested right above my erect nipples, showing off my glorious cleavage. With a jerk, I let my nipples pop out one after the other.

As soon as my juicy juggs were free, Paco reached out to grab my tit meat but I escaped his grip by turning around and carefully pulling the black top down to my hips. I didn't want the rude gangsters to tear my top to pieces. Meanwhile, I presented my bubble butt.

Bending over the trunk of the car, I ran my French-nailed hands all along the black side stripes. Grabbing the hem of the gray pencil skirt, I slowly pushed it up. First, the hem of my black seamed stockings came to light. Then the curve of my juicy ass cheeks emerged, until finally my phat barrio booty was on full display.

Too bad, my sassy actions had an unintended side effect. While Paco had checked me out, Lucho had walked up to the car's cockpit. When he flicked a switch, the hydraulics set in and the lowrider started hopping. The front wheels were bouncing up and down in a slow rhythm.

"Damn, vatos! Check out my fly-ass lowrider!" Lucho exclaimed cheerfully.

"Damn vatos! Check out dis fly-ass barrio biatch." Checo responded with a dirty chuckle. "C'mon puta! A hoodrat bettah be good at shakin' dat ass to a hoppin' lowrider. Show us what cha got!"

I didn't really know what I was supposed to do, so I turned around and started gyrating my hips. Even though I tried my best to shake my ass like those hip hop dancers I had seen in music clips, I must have looked rather comical than sexy. After all, I had never danced like that before! At least, it caused my soft boobs to bounce and jiggle on my chest, which was the most important thing for the guys.

"Now, clap like a hoodrat!" Checo gave a new order.

Once again, I didn't catch his meaning, so I simply started clapping my hands in time with the hopping lowrider.

SLAP

The ex-con gave me a harsh slap to the face that instantly made my right cheek burn.

"Fuckin' biatch, ya think cha wearin' all dat bling bling for nuttin'." He hissed, obviously disappointed with my lack of understanding. "Clap by clankin' ya jewels, hoodrat!"

Rubbing my stinging cheek with my fake-nailed right hand, I wanted to shoot daggers at the brutal thug. I didn't dare looking the scary gangbanger in the eye, though.

Making my accessories clank? That was so stupid! Yet, I had bought the jewelries to show them off and get the guys' attention, right? What better way than this?

Splaying my legs, I slightly squatted down and started hauling my ass in wide circling motions. The rhinestone 'B' charm began swinging from left to right. Bobbing my head to the imaginary beat with an exaggerated nodding, my silver heart earrings started swaying back and forth. Picking up speed, I got into the rhythm of the bouncing lowrider. Eventually, the 'Missy' dangle navel ring started swinging to-and-fro as well.

Making my accessories swing made me feel so fabricated, like a decorated object getting showcased, like a human display dummy. Gulp! The thought of being seen as a display dummy for accessories was a total turn on!

This was all nice and well, or rather totally silly and absurd, but nothing was clanking yet. What else could I do? Well, I still got my armlets, right? Spreading my arms, I began shaking them in rhythm which made both charm bracelets crash against the rhinestone arm cuffs and caused a low clattering noise.

CLANK! CLANK!

"Can't hear no clankin', hussy!" Lucho scolded me despite my efforts while putting his hand behind his ear in a mocking gesture. "C'mon biatch, make sum noise!"

"Bitchness exec?! Dat floozy can't even clap 'n clank with her body bling!" Checo huffed scornfully. "Any receptionista's mo' useful!"

Fuck! These rude gangsters didn't take me for a business lady for a second! I badly wanted to protest but they would have only laughed at my objection. Standing in a dirty alley with my tits exposed and my hips swaying next to a hopping lowrider, I wasn't really in the best position to brag with my degrees anyways. Besides, I wasn't here to brag. I was here to clap and clank for the gang members' entertainment.

Shit! They wanted me to bang the 'B' charm against the 'Missy' dangle ring! How was I supposed to manage that? Right now, they were only swinging along. I had to do something else.

Straightening up, I leaned back with my legs splayed wide and started pushing my hips out whenever the lowrider bounced up. The charm 'B' stopped swinging and started bobbing up and down. It wasn't enough to make it spin over and clash against the dangle ring, though.

I was getting desperate. Stronger and stronger, I pushed my ass back until it hit against the trunk of the lowrider whenever the front wheels were on the ground and pushed my crotch forward whenever the front hopped.

Back! Forth! Back! Forth!

Faster! Stronger! Faster! Stronger!

I was practically performing a belly dance on speed, humping the air faster and faster until the 'B' charm and 'Missy' heart were wildly bouncing around. Not only my accessories were ferociously bobbing around, though. My big, soft titties were jiggling and shaking so fiercely they looked ready to fly off my chest any second.

CLANK! CLANK!

The 'B' charm and 'Missy' heart banged against each other. Finally! The comical air humping was working!

CLANK! CLANK!

The 'LGZ' homies let me continue... and continue... and continue banging my accessories in rhythm with the hopping lowrider until I was getting tired. Finally, Lucho switched off the hydraulics.

"Yo, dat took its time till da hoodrat got it down, stupid cunt." He remarked.

"Da hussy ain't here to be a fast learner, right?" Checo chortled in response. "Enuff wit da foreplay, though. Let's get down to bizness."

The rough thug grabbed my chestnut hair with the golden highlights and pushed me forward until my body was bent over the trunk of the lowrider. With his hand on my back, he firmly pressed my boobs onto the sheet while he swiftly pushed my gray pencil skirt up above my ass.

SMACK! SMACK!

Checo landed two heavy blows on my buns that made my buttflesh jiggle and reddened my skin.

"Yo bros! Can ya make dat ass shake as much as dem tits befo'!" He challenged his two homies.

While stepping aside, he kept his hand on my back holding me in place. I didn't want these rude gangsters to slap my ass until it was jiggling wildly, but I could barely move. All I could do was to grip the edge of the trunk with my fake, French nailed hands and brace myself.

SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK!

Each of the guys whupped my ass hitting the lower curve of my butt cheeks from the bottom up to make my ass meat wobble just as wildly as my titties had bounced before. Biting my lips and clutching the edge of the trunk, I tried my best to stay quiet. After all, we were in a public alley!

"Let's see if dem holes are ready." Checo finally exclaimed. "Dem cunt bettah be wet for us. Dat's what a hoodrat's for, right?"

Wow! The intimidating gangbanger had just plainly made it clear that I was nothing but a free slab of fuckmeat for him and his homies. The thought of getting used like a ragdoll without a personal opinion or say in the matter, however, turned me on immensely. That's what a hoodrat's for after all. I guess he was right in that regard.

In the blink of an eye, Checo had pulled his erect cock from his khaki pants and positioned it at my pussy.

"No, sir!" I tried to wiggle my twat out of the way. "My pussy's for my man only. Please fuck my ass. The hoodrat's an anal gang whore, you know."

My pleading stopped Checo in his tracks. At least, for a moment. He seemed to ponder what to do.

"Nah! Dat may hold for dem college boys at work. But not for D-Rod's homies." Checo didn't give a shit about my protest.

"I tell ya sumtin', though." He suggested nevertheless. "Ya want cha ass filled? Bettah show us dat asshole's tighter than dat cunt. Deal?"

I didn't really get what he was talking about. However, anything was better than simply letting the 'LGZ' homies fuck my ass. At least, I had tried to resist and follow D-Rod's rules.

Surprisingly, Checo grabbed my chestnut-golden tresses and dragged me over to the front of the open-top lowrider. I couldn't do anything but follow him in a bent over posture. Opening the driver's door, he basically threw me onto the driver's seat.

"C'mon puta, prove ya cunt's well stretched 'n wet. Give dat shift a good time!"

Looking over my shoulder at the rough thug, my mouth gaped open in total shock. What did he want me to do? He wanted me to ride the stick shift? He couldn't be serious!

SMACK! SMACK!

Two more harsh blows to my already glowing ass told me to get going. He wasn't kidding. If he had to settle on fucking my ass, he wanted my pussy to get a different kind of workout.

To avoid further thrashes to my stinging butt, I hastily turned on the driver's seat and inspected the stick shift. As the rest of the car, it was customized with a custom-made knob. It was an 8-Ball shift knob! With its 2¼ inches, it had the original size of the billiard ball, which was quiet big. At least for my pussy!

"Still ain't seein' no top gang ho!" Lucho complained when I hesitated.

Spurred on by this slur, I remembered Matt fitting his whole fist in my twat. It had worked before, it would work again. I could take this knob!

With the first shock subsiding, I splayed my legs and placed each knee on a car seat. With the car top open, I could kneel on the seats and let my pussy hover above the 8-Ball shift stick. Reaching down, I spread my pussy lips with index and middle finger of my left hand. Running the index finger of my right hand through my splayed open slit, I noticed that my cunt was indeed wet.

It shouldn't be much of a surprise, right? The rough treatment as a hoodrat at the hands of these rude gangsters was pushing me deep into subspace and getting me all hot and bothered.

Slowly, I lowered my crotch until my cunt meat touched the round knob. It felt so cold! Using both hands, I grabbed my pussy lips and spread them wide open. Pressing my slit against the 8-Ball, I ran my pussy up and down the knob to get it slick with my juices.

While I was getting the ball all greasy, the three Latinos encircled the lowrider with Checo on the driver's side and his two homies on the passenger's side. Reaching out, Checo started pinching my rock hard left nipple. Following suit, Lucho grabbed my right erect teat and tweaked it.

They were pinching harder and rougher until I whimpered. Pulling my nipples downwards, they tried to push my body down. The time had come to fill my pussy. Taking a deep breath, I followed the gang members' lead and pressed my crotch down.

My body dipped. My pussy stretched. The 8-Ball was big but it wasn't as big as Matt's fist. With a pop, the round knob slipped inside me. I was impaled by a stick shift! Could you believe it?

The round, hard ball really filled my cunt up. The Latinos, however, didn't give a fuck about me getting used to the big size. As soon as my pussy had engulfed the knob, they pulled my nipples up.

They kept dragging on my nips until I whimpered anew. Yet, they reached their goal as I followed their lead and pushed my body upwards until the 8-Ball almost slipped out of my pussy.