Jessica's Change Management Ch. 12

--- Week 3 -- Saturday ---

Jessica Addams, senior consultant, head of change management department. That was what my business card said. Watching me right now, though, that couldn't be further from the way I looked. Missy Bitchface, stripper coug, simple-minded waitress. That was what my outfit said. Somehow, it sounded a lot more suitable.

It was Saturday night and I was standing in the kitchen of the 'Yamos' fraternity. My intern Matt was throwing a birthday bash or rather a 'booze 'n bitches party' as the frat boys liked to call it. I was here as Matt's birthday gift having to serve the fratsters like a waitress. Therefore, my intern had dressed me up in a breastaurant uniform comprising a too-small white tank top, bright orange polyester booty shorts, and white, high-heeled wedge sneakers. As if the uniform wasn't sexist enough, the white tank top was also drenched with piss because Matt had peed all over it moments ago.

Walking into the kitchen, I bumped into Justin. Matt had given me a quick break to freshen up so it was obviously his turn to fetch some new beverages. When I bumped into the slimeball, I knew exactly what I was supposed to do. However, I hesitated.

I didn't want to do it. Just the sheer thought was too embarrassing. After all, I had my pride. Nonetheless, I didn't want to defy Matt. It was too unseemly. After all, I was Matt's serving hoe today.

"Hiii Justin!" I greeted my rude intern after I had managed to gulp down my aversion. "How do you like my uniform? I got a new one from Matt."

OMG! What a sorry excuse! I had tried to say what I was supposed to say, but I hadn't been able do it. I was too nervous.

"You should wear it to work next week, dollie. Suits you better than those lady's suits." Justin responded with a chuckle.

His remark made my cheeks flush red even though I was already deeply embarrassed,. This was such a nasty suggestion. It totally misjudged my position as business executive.

"You know, this is Matt's special uniform." I tried to follow the birthday boy's instruction.

However, I was still humming and hawing, because I couldn't bring myself to say the dreaded words aloud.

"Why don't you open a new bottle of bubbly for me, Justin, and I fill the tray for you." I tried a new approach.

"You're a lil party slut, ain't you, Hooters?" My rude intern replied. "Hadn't expected you to be so chill, Miss Prim 'n Proper."

"The dudes graduated from beer to shots, though." He told me. "Time for some jagger bombs."

At least, he opened the champagne bottle while I gathered shot glasses and a Jägermeister bottle. When I was finished, Justin handed me a glass filled with bubbly and I quickly downed it. I didn't even think about taking a nip. My heart was still beating in my throat and I needed something to calm my nerves.

Whew! There it was. The mellow feeling of tipsiness returned. Everything became so woozy again.

"You know, Justin, this uniform's so special 'cause Matt marked it." I was finally able to gush out the words.

"He peed all over my tanky. Hihihi!" I giggled, pointing to the dark stain on my top with my fake-nailed index fingers.

"So Matt finally marked his territory!" Justin remarked. "You're his bitch now, huh?"

"Um, for the party... I guess." I responded feeling duped.

I hadn't thought about the consequences yet. After all, D-Rod was my man, not Matt, and I didn't want it to change. I had to point that out to the birthday boy.

"Let's drink to that, piss bitch!" Justin suddenly exclaimed.

He poured a shot of Jägermeister and handed me the drink. I wasn't so sure if I wanted to drink to being Matt's piss bitch. I mean, that name sounded demeaning as hell, right? Before I knew better, though, the bitter liquid burned down my throat.

Whew! It had an immediate effect. Everything became lotsa mellower, and woozier, and really buzzy. Come on everybody, let's crank it up! Tihi!

Taking the full tray, I followed Justy and tottered into the leisure room. Stepping into the room, I noticed that neither Matty nor Tay were present. I guess they had stayed in the entertainment room. The fratties didn't really take notice of me at first. After all, it was just the serving wench coming by to serve new beverages, right?

The leisure room looked literally like any boys' dream. A ping-pong table was placed in the middle, like taking center stage of the room. Stuff like two pinball machines lined the front side and a dartboard hung on the end side. On each sidewall stood a gray sofa that looked like it was super old and super worn-out. The bunch of dudes was gathered around the ping-pong table. Of course, they were playing beer pong with ten red plastic cups on each side.

"Jagger bombs! Who's up for jagger bombs from a slut bomb?" Justy called out when we reached the table.

That totally got the boys' attention. Stopping their game, the fratties mustered me. Feeling their eyes on my white tanky, I knew what I had to do even if it was so degrading, like mega degrading.

"Hey boys, see my tanky, like totally wet?" I purred. "It's 'cause Matty peed all over it. Hihihi! He marked me as his birthday pissy bitch."

Phew! This was so easy now. Why had it been so difficult before?

"Ahahaha! Pissy bitch! Ahahaha! What a dumb slut!" The fratties' roaring laughter rang in my ears.

I didn't really listen to their shouts, though, handing out a jagger shot for each dude instead.

"Bros! Betcha Hooters can't wait to get our piss, too!" A fratster called Cody exclaimed. "We take a jagger bomb 'n Missy Bitchface takes a pissy bomb! Hehehe!"

"Ahahaha! Pissy bomb! Ahahaha! Pissy bomb!" The frat boys laughter totally swelled some notches so I couldn't miss hearing it.

"Ummm... nooo! Ewww!" I totally scrunched my nose in response. "That's, like, grody to the max! You know, it's only for the birthday boy, fer shur!"

"Hehehe! Wait 'til it's my birthday, Hooters! Hehehe!" That fratster Cody snorted.

"Hey bitch, I heard you joined the drinking game over in the clubroom?" Justy changed the subject while the bunch of fratties continued laughing their asses off.

"Yeah! We had, like, an awesome time." I babbled in response, happy to talk about some other stuff. "You know, boys, I can do way more than serving drinks."

Of course, that statement earned me another jagger shot, which I knocked back without hesitation. Wooh! Totally feeling wired.

"Dudes, time to get our balls wet!" Justy exclaimed when all the boys had downed their shot. "Let's see Hooters in action."

For sure, they were down for that. Grasping the chains above my titties, my rude intern pulled me over to the ping-pong table. Woah, say rough! I mean, this wasn't his party and he wasn't even a member of the fraternity. Still, he was totally taking the lead and the fratties let him do so.

"The game's pretty easy, dollie." Justy explained. "You get three throws to hit a cup. You score, the other team has to empty the cup. The first team to hit all cups wins. Gettit?"

"Dude, Hooters doesn't strike me as an athlete." A frat boy called Zach tossed in. "She looks more like an asslete. Hehehe!"

"Um, boys! I'm not really good at throwing, you know. Hihihi!" Despite overhearing his slur, I still had to agree with the fratster. "This looks, like, super hard 'n I'm, like, totally unpracticed. You need to gimme a chance, you know."

Gawd! Did I sound like a little girl that couldn't keep up with the big boys or what? As if! I mean, I was the mature woman here, right? Anyhow, that fratster was right. I had never been a great athlete, not even at high school.

"Maybe, we need to change the rules then." Justy was quick to pick up my excuse. "You think you're better as the team assistant, dollie?"

"For sure, Justy. I can assist you in the game." I swiftly agreed.

Phew! That was way close! I was so glad I had gotten out of pitching, 'cause clumsy. I totally would have made an ass of myself. I mean, my uniform was a joke of an outfit already. I didn't have to become a joke figure, too.

"Great, dollie! So you wanna be Miss Asslete the team assistant." Justy gave his thumps up. "We're not changing the rules for everyone, though, you know? We're awfully nice for letting you assist. Ain't we, dudes?"

"We should get something for it." He suggested. "That's only fair, don't you agree, Hooters?"

I dunno. Wasn't there something like a bro code or stuff? It was kinda strict, wasn't it? So I guess it was fair. Whatever! Anything was way better than playing this stupid game so I nodded my head in approval.

"Yeah! The bitch's ready, dudes! We only need one cup then." Justy concluded.

While the other fratties cleared the plastic cups away, my rude intern used the chains to lead me to the small side of the ping-pong table. Taking the leftover cup, he picked it up...

... and my mouth gaped wide open.

Oh! Em! Gee! He had stuffed the cup right between my big, ole funbaggies. He had placed the cup in my cleavage! The way my tankie squeezed my boobies really tight, it was perfectly held in place in between my titty meat.

No! Seriously, no way! Totally too demeaning!

"But Justy... what are you doing?" I blurted out when I found my voice back.

"Helping you assist the teams, dollie." The slimeball said all casually. "That's what you wanted, right? That's what you agreed to do, remember, Hooters?"

"But... but..." I could only stammer in response.

But what? He was right. I had totally agreed to be the team assistant and help them with the game. However, I had expected something totally different! Something not so super degrading!

"Be glad we're letting you assist, bitch." My rude intern growled. "You don't wanna cop out now, do you, dollie? You don't wanna let the party guests down, right?"

Oh dear! I had promised to tend to Matt's guests so it was important to please them, right? Besides, I had told them I wasn't a party pooper. That still held true.

"Oh... okie doke then." I finally gave in. "But only for one game. Okay?"

"Of course! Don't worry, dollie." Justy reassured me. "We don't wanna exploit you. We just do what you agreed to."

Yikes! I really shouldn't agree to their suggestions so quickly, should I? Whatever! I shouldn't really make hasty judgments,either. The game hadn't even started yet. Maybe, it would be fun after all.

When I didn't protest any longer, Justy opened the rhinestone cuffs and pulled them off my wrists. Yanking the chains downwards, he made me slightly bent forward. Threading a chain through each leg of the ping-pong table, he made me spread my arms and reattached the cuffs to my wrists.

Uh-huh! He had tied me to the table in a bent over position that offered a bitching angle to hit the cup. Also, it totally prevented me from escaping the throws.

Oh Lordy! This was totally gonna happen, wasn't it? I was about to be something like the cupbearer in a beer pong battle. I was about to be the target for a throwing game. I was about to get reduced to a simple object. So nasty! So my fault!

It was making me feel so light-headed. However, I really couldn't tell if it was the humiliation or the alcohol. Anyhow, electric jolts surged though my pussy like I was a livewire or stuff.

Here I was standing at a ping-pong table dressed in a super slutty uniform with a plastic cup between my boobies, totally acting as a dartboard. Grrr! So degrading! Besides, every team comprised three members and each one got three throws. This would be super many throws in total. This would be a super long game of humiliation.

"Usually, the other team empties the cup." Justy said. "As Miss Asslete, though, it's your job, dollie."

Ugh! I couldn't drink so much alcohol. I would so lose control.

"Please Justy, I can't, like, drink so much booze. I'm just, you know, a girl."" I protested half-heartedly.

"Can I, like you know, do some other stuff? Please Justy? Pretty please?" I sulked puckering my lips for full effect.

"What you say, dudes? You think Miss Asslete deserves a special drink?" My rude intern asked his fellow players.

The frat boys' reactions were kinda mixed at first, but in the end, they all agreed. Phew! Justy responded by lifting his hand really quick and pushing two fingers through my lips. Uuuh! Not that kind of drink! He wouldn't... He couldn't...

"Your choice, Hooters!" Justy said with a shrug when he saw me tearing at the chains.

I really felt like revolting but didn't say a word. He was right. I had agreed to it. Again, I had agreed to a suggestion way too quickly. Duh!

With his fingers attacking my uvula, the slimeball had me gagging and gasping in seconds. Gawd! I was grimacing so much and gagging so hard. Even though I squinted my eyes, tears started flowing. My dark mascara was totally running down my cheeks while I helplessly brandished my arms and rattled on the table legs with the chains. Strands of slobber began pouring from my lips really soon. All the while, my mouth filled with drool. The slobber ran down my chin super slowly and trickled into the red plastic cup in long, really slimy threads. So grody!

Justy drove his fingers down my throat really far, making me choke like pitifully, and the whole pool of bubbly throat slime erupted from my mouth, totally landing on the inner curve of my right titty. From there, it ran into the cup way slow. Super grody!

After probing the depth of my throat, like extensively, my rude intern began fingerfucking my poor gullet until drool was literally squirting and splattering out of my mouth. When he finally pulled his fingers from my throat, they were totally drenched in thick throat slime that he wiped off on the edge of the plastic cup. The top of my funbaggies was really splattered with spit and the cup was filled with slobber, like with lots of slobber. Actually, two-thirds of the cup were full. Totally enough for the first round.

By now, three fratties were standing ready on the other side of the ping-pong table for sure. The first one was called Josh. He was a freshman wearing a plaid button-down shirt who could barely manage to stand upright 'cause booze.

His first throw totally looked that way 'cause it was way too short. It didn't even reach me, bouncing onto the ping-pong table in front of me. The second toss wasn't much better 'cause it sailed past me on the right. The third throw finally came closer 'though it hit the top of my left booby. The impact didn't really hurt but made me jerk.

OMG! A college kid had just thrown a ping-pong ball against my titty!

At least, Plaid-Boy hadn't hit the cup so I didn't have to drink my own yukky slobber. Phew! I wasn't so sure, though, if I would be that lucky again 'cause the next fratster looked a lot less drunk.

It was Zach. The frattie who had coined that totally degrading term 'Miss Asslete'. From first sight, I disliked the dude lots. I mean, look at his pink polo shirt and sperry topsiders. Say preppy! His first throw hit my collarbone. Again, my body had been hit with a ping-pong ball! Ugh!

His second toss was like a beauty of a hook shot and landed right in the plastic cup. Grrr! The time had come. Shooting Justy a look, my face was so red and my eyes were so huge. He would totally rescue me from the ordeal, right? Nope! He didn't.

The slimeball simply gave a shrug, telling me that I had no choice, like none at all. He didn't even open the rhinestone cuffs to let me take the cup myself. Nope! He stepped up to me instead and pulled it out of my cleavage. Holding the cup in front of my face, he let me look at the super slobbery mass inside.

"Eeewww!" I squealed in disgust when he tilted the cup left and right.

Seeing the yukky mass of drool, I couldn't help but blink. With my eyes closed, I pushed out my tongue really slowly and waited for the super gross spit to dribble onto it. However, it wasn't coming!

Grrr! Reopening my eyes, I saw the slobber inching down the side of the cup. The white, bubbly mass was way thick so it was barely runny. Really slowly, it literally crept towards my mouth like molasses. Yikes!

The wait was totally killing me. Finally, the first thread of drool touched my tongue, and instantly made me shudder so badly. When my mouth filled up with that gross slime, I so couldn't stop shaking in revulsion. Super yikes!

As soon as all the drool had pooled in my mouth, I gulped it down in one go. I so couldn't bear taking several swallows. When the spit ran down my throat, my body convulsed super heavily. Barf!

However, the cup was empty. I had totally succeeded. Yay! But what about the refill? Duh! I hadn't thought about that at all. It wasn't really a question, though. Pink-boy had hit the cup so it was his honor to do the facefucking. I was tied to the table legs, so I couldn't escape anyways. Watching the entitled douche walk up to me, my repulsion was totally written over my face. That didn't stop him at all, though. Instead, it seemed like spurring him on.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh! Huuurrrggghhhh!"

Really soon, I gagged in rhythm with his fingers drilling my throat. He was super harsh, making me spit gob after gob of slobber into the cup until he deemed it full enough for the next toss. Walking back to the other side of the ping-pong table, that boy took the ball.

BUMP

"Eeeggghhh!"

Oh! My! Fucking! Gawd! The ball had hit me right in the face! It had struck my right cheek! Seriously?!?

I was jerking around way hard and rattling with the chains way heavily but it so didn't help ease my disgust. The impact didn't really hurt but who cares? Say nasty! Demeaning to the max! What an emotional sting!

This was way worse than drinking my own slobber! It was literally like a slap to the face, like the more humiliating version of a bitchslap! It totally brought home my reduction to an object and made my position as a beer pong target really obvious! However, it was pure golden comedy for the fratties. The way they laughed their asses off was totally contrasting with my emotional agitation.

I had barely recovered when the next frat boy picked up the ping-pong ball. It was Cody, the fratster who had suggested the pissy bombs. He was wearing a burgundy t-shirt with a golden 'Yamos' lettering on it. Jeez! Look at that deep tan. He looked just as preppy and unlikable as his predecessor. Way more importantly, though, he was the last of his team. He had a bitching buzz going on but still looked pretty much in control.

"Bros, spray tan versus fake tan. It's the orange duel. Hehehe!" A member of Justy's team joked.

He was obviously trying to put the tanned fratster off his stride really hard. The rest of Justy's team absolutely hooted with laughter. Even the tanned prick's teammates couldn't suppress a chuckle.

But hello! This was as much a crack about that tanned boy as it was about me. I was the one with the fake orange spray tan after all. Whatever! It created the tantoos and made me look so much like a glamour doll, didn't it? Man, those fratties got no taste, like non at all!

"Dude, it's not tan versus tan but cup versus face. I can't decide which one I wanna hit. Hehehe!" The tanned prick snorted, not letting the boys influence him.

Woah! Say what? I wanted to lament like really loud but kept quiet instead. I mean, that jerk looked like the type of guy who totally enjoyed seeing me wail and yammer.

"What's her name again?" He asked playfully. "Ah, right. Bitch... face."

BUMP

The moment that boy said the last syllable, he tossed the ball and totally did as dreaded. He threw the ball right into my face and hit my forehead. Really seriously?!? I was so tripping from one foot to the other. I was so in search of relief for my degradation. GFY, motherfucker!

"Eeewww!" I whined anew when he hit the second toss.

Again, right into my face! This time, my left cheek had been his target. What an über-douche! I wanted to run around the table and slap that super nasty behavior right out of that dude. Instead, I was trapped in my position, condemned to wait for his next throw really helplessly. No way, he would do it a third time, right?