Jessica's Change Management Ch. 14

"Can we... can we start all over? Okay?" I asked the visitor after taking a deep breath. "What can I do for you, sir?"

Finally, I got the first chance to check the man out. Phew! It wasn't the repairman I had met yesterday. After what I had promised him, I hoped he wouldn't come by the office today. For now, I had been lucky.

This man was a delivery person wearing one of those typical brown, unattractive uniforms. I noticed the uniform 'cause my gaze was already roaming down to his crotch. Gosh! My whole world started spinning around cocks. Apart from that, the guy looked mostly ordinary. That didn't really matter, though, 'cause it wasn't his job to look attractive for me but the other way around, right?

"Oh, it's simple." The guy told me as if I wouldn't understand anything slightly complex. "I just have a delivery of copy paper."

"I got one more of these." He said, pointing to a hand trolley packed with five cases of copy paper.

"Oh goodie! You can take it straight to the copy room." I quickly told him. "Let me show you, sir."

The delivery man had kinda seen my nipples and stocking tops. That should be enough to meet the training requirements, right? So I wanted to get rid of this guy as quickly as possible. Still, I had to show him the copy room.

Leading the way, I walked down the hallway with the delivery driver in tow. Justin followed us too, like I wasn't capable of directing the supplier to the copy room on my own. As if! The training was still in session so I made sure to sway my ass seductively, which had the intended effect 'cause I could feel both guys intently staring at my butt.

The delivery man had already seen my stocking tops so I didn't have to be so mindful of my step length. After all, it was just a random supplier, not a colleague, right? Probably, I would never see him again.

Phew! Walking regularly was kinda relaxing. However, it made my dress slip up several times. Time and again, I had to reach back and brush down the hem of my micro mini. At least, the guy got to see my special manicure. Still, the constant wardrobe malfunctions made me giggle stupidly each time.

"Dude, gotta tell ya, runnin' across Miss Keelan made the day for us workpeeps. Kick-ass ammo for bar talk." I heard the delivery driver tell Justin. "But this new chick crowns it all. Un-fucking-believable. Can't wait to tell my bros."

Oh man! This guy wasn't holding back at all, talking smack about me right in the office. So degrading. Yet, his words were kinda nice, weren't they? He thought I outclassed Miss Keelan as office tart. Yay! He would make me the hot topic at the bar after work. Nay!

Gosh! A bunch of blue-collar workers were about to make an epic of discussing my assets in a random speakeasy in town. Such indignity! Such credit! Oh my! I couldn't tell if I liked or disliked it.

Whatever! Acting like a bimbo ditz in front of random, unknown suppliers wasn't so bad. Actually, it was more like confirmation for my efforts. Acting like that in front of my co-workers or in front of known clients, however, would be something totally different. I didn't want that to happen, for sure.

While the delivery man was fetching the second load of cases from his truck, I waited at the door, holding it open for him. During the wait, I found myself twirling my hair again. Oops! I hadn't even noticed it until the guy stopped in the door and stared at my chestnut-golden mane.

"Dude, what's her name, by the way?" I heard the delivery driver asking Justin when I led the way for the second time.

I was once more occupied with brushing down the hemline of my black micro mini when the intern responded.

"Oh, her name's Miss Addams." He said casually. "Though nobody calls her that. Around the office, she's just Miss Bimbo."

Shocker!

Oh! My! Gawd! Seriously?!? The slimeball had just told this stranger my nickname! Not only that, he had also told him my real name! Was he out of his mind? That would be the joke of the day at the bar, for sure. Every blue-collar worker in town would know about the piece of office candy called Miss Bimbo. Gulp!

The rude intern was so way out of line. I should tell Ortega about it. Probably, though, he would just chuckle and wave it away with one of his stupid, hoity-toity gestures. Darn!

So how did I react then? Actually, I was so befuddled that I performed some kinda displacement activity or stuff. I had just grabbed the hemline of my mini dress. Instead of brushing it down, though, I pulled it up. So silly! For a second, I exposed my pantyless ass to the stranger. Duh! He didn't just see my naked ass. He saw the red lip-tattoos, too. Shoot!

PHWEEEP

I heart him whistling behind me. Even though I whipped down the dress like lickety-split, I knew for sure that he had seen it all. Gosh! My face was flushed as fire engine red as my fake nails. Fortunately, we soon reached the copy room. I couldn't wait until he had finally unloaded all cases of copy paper and left, shifting from one heel to the other while waiting for him to get finished.

When I had finally seen off the guy and rearrived at the receptionist station, something caught my eye. Oh no! The dispatch note was still lying on the counter. The delivery man had forgotten about it, or more like, I had forgotten to confirm the delivery. It had been my first acceptance of a consignment as receptionist and I had bungled it. What a faux pas! This couldn't happen.

Grabbing the dispatch note, I asked Justin to man the receptionist area for the moment and ran after the delivery man. Maybe, I got lucky and he hadn't driven off yet. Scurrying down the stairs, I almost tripped in my sky high heels, which didn't matter as long as I caught up with the guy. Fortunately, I found him at his truck. He was obviously sorting the parcels for his next delivery.

"Sir, fer shure, we forgot something." I called for him waving the note in the air. "You didn't sign, you know, the dispatch note. We need that, like mostly, to set the delivery off, you know, against tax stuff."

"Oh, he didn't forget anything." A familiar voice responded. "I told him to leave it there."

It wasn't the driver, though. It was somebody else. Rounding the delivery truck, I found out who it was. The repairman! He was standing next to the supplier, leaning against the truck. What the fudge was he doing here?

"You didn't wanna believe me last night at the pub but I didn't promise too much, did I?" The fat workman gave the driver a slap on the back. "If that ain't a superbitch deluxe!"

Oh Lordy! Apparently, the two were old pals. The paunchy repairman, Barry if I remember correctly, had already started gossiping about me to his buddies after work. I was getting well known in town! But not for the proper reasons. Gulp!

"Dunno! The bitch looks all gussied up but acts like a total fuckwit. Seems more hype than substance." The driver wasn't convinced.

Ouch! That stung, especially coming from such a random blue-collar worker. It totally annoyed me 'cause he was so wrong. I wasn't looking trashy and gussied up but classy and dressed up. I wasn't acting like a stupid idiot but like a polite bimbo.

"That's why we're giving the slut a chance to prove her worth." The repairman replied. "I wanted her to bring that dispatch note to make good on her promise."

"Hey hoochie coochie, what did you offer me yesterday?" Barry suddenly addressed me. "I'm here to collect your debt."

"Um... debt?" I stammered, confused for a moment.

"Oh righty," I finally understood what he meant. "I offered you the chance to, you know, check my assets, like, in depth."

"Exactly! My man Joe's gonna help me with that 'cause you got a whole lotta assets to offer, hoochie coochie."

Oh no! That wasn't the deal! We hadn't agreed upon that. We hadn't agreed upon him giving me such silly nicknames, either. However, I better not wanted to know which other names he was throwing around at his speakeasy. Whatever! The delivery man was in the know already. I didn't really have any alternative options, did I?

"C'mon slut, don't let me down now." Barry didn't let up. "Are you a superbitch deluxe, or not?"

Grrr! That name was so laughable. It so riled me up.

"Actually, they're calling her Miss Bimbo at the office." The delivery driver tossed in. "I bet she's more of a hired escort, sort of like the reward for an employee of the month."

Grrr! That slight was so much worse. It totally riled me up.

"Yeah, that fits her looks 'n wits. Hehehe!" The fat workman agreed.

"So you wanna be a true bimbo?" He turned his attention back to me. "Show me what you've got then."

Oh my god! He was touching on a sore spot there. I was supposed to make them think about fucking me silly, wasn't I? After all, Justin had said that these workmen were part of the training, no matter if I liked it or not.

"Um, actually, I'm just, like, completing a training about how to meet 'n greet our guests. You know, how to greet them like a bimbo, fer shure." I blared out half in indignation, half in justification.

Jeez! That sounded really stupid although it hadn't been supposed to sound like that at all.

"You definitely got some work to do on that front." Barry scoffed playfully. "Coz you sound like a total brat, hoochie."

"Anyways, we're on a break right now." He explained. "Unfortunately, I forgot my pack of cigs in my car. You wanna be a good bimbo? Go 'n get them, superbitch."

Gosh! We were standing on the consulting firm's parking lot. It was in plain view from the office building. Any consultant looking out the window could see me standing at the truck talking to these workmen. I didn't want to fetch anything for these random workers.

"I think she's more like a skanky bitch coz she got some really gaudy tattoos. No surprise there, of course." Joe suddenly tossed in. "Have you seen them, Barry? Bet she wants to show them off."

Woah! The delivery driver really had an aggressive streak, hadn't he? I mean, I really didn't want to show off my new lip-tattoos in open daylight. What a public disgrace! What a lewd conduct! Nasty to the max!

Anxiously, I looked over to the office building. I couldn't see anybody at the windows. As I had said before, the consultants were mostly out of office on business trips. Fortunately, both conference and meeting room were situated on this side of the building and they were currently unoccupied. So the chances of being seen were kinda small. Maybe, small but not to be argued away, though.

SLAP

Barry was obviously getting affected by Joe's intolerance, running out of patience as well. Smacking my ass, he made me stumble forward. It didn't really hurt but made me giggle instead. Kissable and spankable, just as daddy had said, right?

Somehow, this cocky move made me slip back into my subbie mood. The boys wanted to see my assets and I had promised it. Besides, it was part of the training program. So I should get going, right? Carefully observing the windows, I walked over to the repairman's pickup truck.

It wasn't such a long way. So I swayed my hips with every step to make the hemline slip up. Fortunately, I had chosen a really short micro mini 'cause it allowed me to expose my buns without the help of my hands. I had some serious booty shaking going on, for sure. Higher and higher, the black fabric rode up my ass. More and more, my naked butt cheeks came into view.

It wasn't really easy to shake my ass and walk at the same time. But that was a serious bimbo skill, right? So I had to be good at it! I tried my best to take a step and jiggle my ass at a time.

Step and shake!

Step and shake!

Woah! I was shaking my booty really massively, so much I had to be careful not to slip out of my sky high heels. All the while, I also had to keep an eye on the windows. So difficult!

When the hemline had finally slipped all the way up, I grabbed the material at the front. After all, I wanted my ass exposed and my pussy hidden so my lewd conduct wasn't evident from the window front. Fortunately, I reached the repairman's truck just then.

Keeping my legs straight, I bent down. Continuing my epic ass shaking, I stuck my head into the cab so the boys got a perfect view of my red lip-tattoos. Taking the cigarette pack, I pushed it into my cleavage, just where my smartphone had stuck when I had met the paunchy repairmen. What a nice throwback!

Turning back around, I quickly pulled the black micro mini down. There hadn't been any movement behind the windows yet. I was still safe, I guess. With my covered ass facing the office building, I returned to the delivery truck. This time, I pulled the front hemline up to show off my shaved cunny. I even walked with my legs slightly splayed to present my zipper piercing.

When I reached the two workmen, I took a deep breath. After all, I had completed the first part successfully. Phew! Exposing myself for some random strangers' entertainment had been totally nerve-wrecking but also somewhat exciting. I mean, this was like the definition of meeting and greeting guests like a bimbo, right?

"Did you see that slut piercing, dude? As I said, total skanky bitch." Joe exclaimed. "Bet she got some pimp owning that pussy."

Umph! I grunted in response to this slight. Seriously?!? I didn't have a pimp, 'cause I wasn't a hooker! Damnit! The insult made me bristle heavily, so much that I felt my head clearing. I so badly wanted to make a snappy comeback. But wait! If only he knew, how close he had hit home. Duh! So I thought better of it and kept quiet.

Forcing a fake smile, I walked up to Barry. The two workmen were standing behind the truck's loading area. As both doors were open, they kinda shielded the view from the office building. Yay!

The visual cover made me more adventurous. So I didn't hand the repairman the cigarette pack but leaned forward until my big boobies got pressed into his face, like sweater pillows literally. Before taking the pack from my cleavage, though, the worker gave both funbags a good squeeze with his stubby fingers. Ugh!

Rather than pulling out the pack, he fished out two ciggies. Of course, he left the packet where it was. Giving my juicy juggs a couple more squeezes with one hand, he lit the fags with the other. After handing a ciggy to Joe, he pulled out something else.

"Bet you wanna suck on something, too." He told me.

With a chuckle, he produced a lollipop from his back pocket. Um... where was that coming from? Oh wow! He must have prepared it for me in advance. I guess he had it all planned out.

With a sheepish giggle, I took the lollipop. I hadn't sucked on a lolly like in forever. I must have been a little girl back then. So stupid! However, it was kinda fitting. The boys had their male stub and I had my bimbo stub. Tihi!

I continued giggling witlessly when I started licking the candy. Sucking on a thingie in public made me feel so bimboy. My mind instantly clouded my mind, blanking out my annoyance. I was really getting into a teasing mood.

The sucker comprised a white plastic stick with a round pink candy on top. The bonbon was really big, measuring more than 1.5" in diameter. Oh boy! It was the biggest lollipop I had ever seen. So I pursed my mouth to run the pink bonbon all over my glossy lips. Pushing my tongue out, I ran it up and down the round candy while seductively raising my thinned, high-arched eyebrows. Swirling my tongue in circles around the bonbon, I literally drooled all over it. Yummy!

When the pink pop was glistening with saliva, I pushed the lolly into my mouth. Wow! The candy was so big. I had to open my mouth really wide. Oh man! It was basically stuck between my lips. A giant jawbreaker, for sure!

I so wanted to devour this lollipop like a real cock but was barely able to suck on it. I tried real hard, so much that I made loud and sloppy noises. For sure, the two workman enjoyed what they saw.

"That's what you call a bimbo gag, huh?" Joe huffed. "You wanna shut the bitch up, give her a sucker!"

"Hehehe!" The guys roared with laughter while the candy stuffed my mouth and stretched my jaw.

"Getting' tired yet? You ain't ready for the real thang then." The delivery driver taunted me. "Keep licking, bitch!"

Oh dang! I so wanted to prove that I was a good bimbo cocksucker. I so wanted to prove that I was ready for their dicks. That was why I continued pushing the candy through my lips really intensely. It must have looked super silly, my mouth wide open, my lips bulging, like I gaped in astonishment. It made my jaws ache and caused slobber to ooze onto my chin. Ugh!

"Looks like you love the taste." Barry addressed me. "Bet you love a natural taste even better."

Putting his words into action, he grabbed my wrist and pulled the lollipop from my mouth. Guiding my arm to his face, he sucked on the candy himself, adding some extra slobber to it. With his spit thickly covering the bonbon, he let my arm go.

Oh gross! I had to lap up his yukky drool when continuing to suck on my lolly. Ugh! Trying to grimace as little as possible, I hid my gags of disgust behind a volley of fake moans. Nonetheless, I continued sucking the lollly way seductively.

"Don't you wanna suck that lolly with the proper hole, hoochie coochie?" Barry suddenly prompted me.

Oh well! I hadn't thought about that yet. How could I say no to such a nice suggestion, though? Actually, my cunny was throbbing already way maddeningly. The zipper piercing's constant stimulation and the excitement of my public display were such an irresistible combination. I really wanted to touch my pussy, even without the repairman's instruction.

So I once again pulled my front hemline up. As soon as I had exposed my cunny, the delivery driver reached between my legs. Grabbing the zipper piercing, he flicked it a couple of times making me moan under my breath. Oh, this felt good!

"So... is this cunt zipped up or open for business? Can't tell?" Joe snorted. "What's your pimp sayin', bitch?"

Jeez! He was still harping on about my pimp. I wasn't a hooker or a streetwalker or an escort, for fudge sake! Whatever I could say, though, he had made up his mind. No way, I could change his opinion. For him, I was a hired escort, the employee of the month reward incarnate. Duh!

Even though his demeanor vexed me to the max, I didn't stomp my foot or snap back. After all, he was just flicking my clit again, which made me too woozy to think straight. Gawd! Despite the driver's insults and taunts, I remained in bubbly bimbo mood.

"It's, like, totally open for you boys!" I gushed in an attempt to prove my worth.

Reaching down to my cunny with my left hand, I ran the white tips of my ombré porn claws over my shaved pussy lips. When I reached the zipper, I spread my coochie flaps open with index and middle finger to show off my pink pussy meat. After noisily letting the candy pop from my mouth, I ran the glistening lolly all the way up and down my soft pink cunny flesh and circled my pierced clit.

"Mmm! Mmm... mmm!" I moaned, quickly trying to suppress my groans but failing epically.

Then I plunged the pink round bonbon into my pussyhole. It easily slipped inside so I began pushing it in and out before I let the stick go. Clenching my pussy walls, the lollipop stuck in my cunny on its own. Working my muscles, I made my coochie look like it was sucking on the candy, which totally amused the workmen.

"Looks like that cunt got a mind on its own. Hehehe!" Joe remarked.

"Bet it got more brains than the bimbo's head. Hehehe!" Barry had to go one better.

Oh boy! What a slight! I would have protested if I hadn't been so occupied with the feelings in my twat. As it was, I barely heard the insult. I guess my head was truly empty at the moment. Duh!

However, I was still mindful of my surroundings 'cause parking lot. Even with the doors providing some kinda visual cover, it was still totally risky. So I was quick to pull the lollipop from my cunny and restart sucking on it to lick off all my pussy juices. When I was done, the two workmen had finished their ciggies. They weren't done enjoying their bimbo entertainment, though.