Jessica's Change Management Ch. 14

"C'mon hooche coochie, hand us another fag!" The paunchy repairman instructed me. "Break's not over yet."

No way did I complain about that 'cause it meant that I got to continue playing with my pussy. However, Joe roughly grabbed my wrist when I reached up to grab the pack with my free hand. Looking at Barry in confusion, I saw the grin on his face. I didn't understand until he nodded towards my funbags.

Oh righty! The bimbo way, of course. You stupid girl! It's about acting like a bimbo, remember?

I giggled in embarrassment for not having a clue and quickly bent forward. After presenting my booty shaking skills, it was time to show off my titty shaking skills, I guess. Oh darn! This wasn't so easy!

I couldn't jiggle my boobies too forcefully, 'cause I couldn't risk all ciggies dropping out altogether. So I kinda had to temper my titty shaking, like rhythmically juddering my funbags. At least, the delivery man helped me out 'cause he reached behind me and started flicking my zipper piercing. Gosh! It sent a shiver of pleasure through my body making me tremble. So killer! Why? Cause I could benefit from it. Whenever Joe frigged my clit, I shook my titties in response.

Flick! Shake!

Flick! Shake!

The way the two workmen watched me, it must have been an awesome show. I was awkwardly fidgeting about while giving my best to shake my juggs rhythmically. All the time, I tried to have only two fags dropping out. The public parking lot was totally forgotten for the moment.

I continued after the first ciggy had dropped out. However, it took really long 'cause difficult! I could already feel the heaviness of my sweater pillows painfully pulling on my chest when I eventually managed to shake out the second fag. Yay! When Barry had lit them both, he handed me a new lollipop 'cause the current one was almost gone. I guess I had sucked too greedily on it. Duh!

"So that's what the zipper's for. It's the power switch for the skanky bitch, to make her act all tarty." Joe stated harshly. "Guess her pimp's using it whenever the brat's a pain in the ass."

Ouch! That stung! So mean!

The reference to my alleged pimp riled me up at first. Seconds later, though, I realized the full meaning. The description of the zipper as a bimbo switch brought my pussy close to exploding. Oh wow! That remark almost made me cum on the spot. It made me feel more bimboy than ever.

The short moment of clarity, however, was enough to get me aware of my surroundings.

Sheepishly, I straightened up and pulled the micro mini back over my butt. Despite the doors shielding the view, I didn't want to risk too much in public. But not too little, either. Anyways, I started licking the lollipop with fresh enthusiasm.

"Ain't there a hole missin', skanky bitch?" Joe suddenly asked.

By now, my mind had drifted too far off to understand what he was talking about point blank. But then it dawned on me. My shithole! Ugh, no! That didn't sound appealing. It was the logical next step, though, wasn't it? Besides, I was quite the well-trained anal whore by now. I shouldn't hide those skills but show them off proudly, right?

No matter what, it meant re-exposing my ass. Gulp! So I should be quick about it, right? Stepping over to the delivery truck, I quickly stuck my head into the loading area. Bowing down, I bent over until my titties rested on the truck floor and my ass stuck out. Reaching back, I spread my left butt cheek with my left hand and ran the pink round candy around the crinkles of my puckered bumhole.

The pink bonbon might have been slick with spit and I might have sucked off a couple of layers by now. Still, it was really big so I had to exert some notable pressure to get it up my tight butt. I couldn't take my time and be gentle, though, 'cause public and all. With a rough pop, the candy plopped into my shithole. Umph! Nonetheless, I started pushing it around like scooping out my ass chute 'cause show-off.

SLAP! SLAP!

Two stinging smacks landed on each of my buns. Looking back, I noticed that each guy had given me a harsh blow to the ass. Oh goodie! Now, the boys were working as a team. Duh!

"Let's see if that ass got more brains than your head too, hoochie coochie!" Barry ordered.

Oh Lordy! They wanted me to work the lollipop with my anal muscles. Ugh! That would cost valuable time. So I should better get going, right?

Putting my pornclaw-decorated hands on my buns, I spread my ass open and started clenching and unclenching my ringpiece. Woah! That candy was more than big. It was also kinda hard. I could really feel it stretching me.

When I clenched, my ass ring began swallowing the round pink bonbon. When I unclenched, the candy got released about halfway. I was kinda like playing a game of peekaboo with my ass or stuff. I clenched and unclenched. The lolly appeared and disappeared. My shithole winked and gaped. Umph! Kinda grueling!

To further the boys' entertainment, I reached down with my hands and grabbed each cunny lip with my long, red-to-white fake nails to spread my pussy open. Now, my bumhole and cunthole were gaping wide in unison.

Oh boy! I was totally divided over the entire situation. On the one hand, the public display scared me. On the other, it excited me. On the one hand, the workmen's mocking vexed me. On the other, it aroused my bimbo senses. All told, it made me constantly drift from subbie to rational self, literally like yo-yoing between teasing and worried mood.

Clench! Unclench!

Hide! Peek!

Wink! Gape!

I continued the game of gaping peekaboo, until I saw the workmen's ciggies coming to an end. Eventually, I gritted my teeth and pushed really hard so the round pink candy popped from my shithole. It must have left a crater that was really big and round and hollow.

However, Barry caught the lollipop in the air before it hit the ground. With a dirty grin on his face, he stepped next to me and held the lolly to my face, literally dangling it there like a carrot.

I didn't snap for it as the paunchy repairman might have expected. After all, I remembered way too well how I had sucked the pearls from my ass yesterday. It had been a terrible taste. Totally yukky! Totally nauseating! For sure, I wasn't keen on resampling that taste. Barf!

Obviously, the workman didn't like the way I let my bitchy attitude flare up time and again. So he took the decision from me. Grabbing my tresses, he pulled me up by my hair. Meanwhile, he reached behind me and flicked my zipper piercing.

"Didn't we have that talk already? About being bratty 'n all?" He hissed showing the kinda aggression I was used from Joe. "Nobody likes a bimbo with attitude! You'll never pass your training that way!"

And like that, my resistance evaporated. As I said, like a yo-yo and all. After all, the paunchy repairman was right. I needed to complete the training to impress my boss. Entertaining these workmen was part of it even if it included sucking my anal flavor off a lollipop. Of course, the flick on my clit had helped 'cause bimbo switch.

So I straightened up and took the sucker. Trying to flash my brightest smile, I pushed the candy through my puckered lips in one go. Better quick and full tilt than slow and nauseating, right?

"Mmmgh! Mmmgh! Mmmgh!" I moaned and smacked my lips as best as I could.

However, I was so faking it. Actually, I was more gagging in disgust than groaning in pleasure. Yet, I continued sucking on the candy. A couple of times, I let it noisily pop from my mouth to swirl my tongue around the bonbon. Gosh! The rancid taste of ass wasn't getting any better. Barf!

"Time to graduate to the real thang." Joe was once again getting impatient, grabbing his boner through his pants.

"Um, like, here 'n now?" I asked totally befuddled.

Once more, that wasn't the response the guys had expected to hear 'cause the delivery driver gave me a hard look that clearly showed his annoyance. Of course, he wanted to get his hands on me straight away. I couldn't simply bend over the hood and let them fuck me, though. We were still on the parking lot for fudge sake. No way, I would forget that... hopefully.

"You got it, hoochie coochie." Barry exclaimed. "I hope you're more skillful with your tongue than your brains."

"C'mon fuckwit." Joe goaded me. "Ain't got all fuckin' day for some skanky bitch. Got deliveries to make."

Roughly grabbing my hips, the paunchy repairman lifted me and shoved me into the truck's loading area. With a short squeal, I landed with my ass on the ground. When I hastily got back to my feet, I noticed that the two workmen had followed me. However, they left the doors of the truck open. Anyone passing by could take a look inside. Gasp! So reckless! So in the middle of the day!

I didn't get a chance to reason with the boys, though, 'cause Joe pushed me backwards until my heels hit a couple of parcels stacked on top of each other. As he continued pushing, I quickly found myself sitting on that stack. On impulse, I splayed my legs wide so my micro mini rode up to my hips, exposing my zipper piercing, I mean bimbo switch.

"C'mon skanky bitch, whip out those double whoppers!" He ordered while the two workers positioned themselves to my left and right.

Damn! He was treating me like a random hooker he had just picked up from a street corner. The only difference was that he hadn't stuck some cash into my neckline... yet. Oh right, he was getting the fuck for free 'cause bimbo training. Duh!

Anyways, his cut-throat demeanor reminded me of the 'LGZ' gangbangers. It was really scary, intimidating me but also reducing my bimbo mood. All cowed, I obeyed and pulled my scoop neckline down to let both my funbags flop out.

"OK, bitch. Got a girlfriend at home." He told me. "So you only gonna gimme a handjob. Gettit?"

Woah! This random delivery man didn't want to fuck my holes? He didn't even want me to suck him off? He only wanted a handjob 'cause girlfriend? That had to be a new one. It was so uncharacteristic. Ever since I had started acting like a bimbo, men were basically taking my holes for granted.

However, his dismissal made me feel so much more like a cheap hooker. It made me feel so much like a simple device he used to get off in between times. He would blow his load, continue his deliveries, and go home to his girl to make sweet love to her.

"Ain't telling me you got those fake ass skank claws for something else, bitch." He encouraged me.

OMG! He was so right. The beautician had described them as porno nails, hadn't she? Now that my head was getting somewhat clearer, they looked more over-the-top than ever. There was no denying they were made for a handjob.

Obviously, I had already internalized this effect, 'cause I was tickling and fondling Joe's balls with the tip of my fake nails before I realized what was happening. However, the way he treated me like a cheap street walker vexed me. I was way out of his league! He was getting a quickie for free on company time! For fudge sake, he could show some gratitude at least.

Continuing to run the white tips of my long, ombré nails over the crinkly skin of his sack, I grabbed his hard shaft with my fingertips and began jerking his cock. He barely acknowledged me or my efforts, though, keeping his eyes closed. After a while, I changed my hands. Using spinning motions, I wanked his meaty member with my right hand while I ran my left hand's square nail tips all over his cockhead.

I was getting exploited here! There wasn't any pleasure in it for me. There wasn't any appreciation for me, either. I was just a free pair of hands, a human jerk-off device. It offended me to no end but also appealed to my submissive self. I couldn't fight it. Damnit! The guy's total disregard aroused me instead.

What happened next, though, was worse than the exploitation. While I worked away at the delivery driver's cock, the repairman observed my handiwork. With the two men standing left and right of me, I had a free view of the parking lot. Suddenly, I saw a car passing the truck. Actually, it was a garbage truck. The trashmen had arrived to collect the garbage. Oh no!

I couldn't tell if they had seen me in the truck's loading area, but I wanted to hide behind the stack of parcels anyway. Joe wouldn't have any of that, though, 'cause he wanted to cum and fast. So I continued my handjob with goosebumps covering my body. Gosh! I was so keyed up.

"Hey dudes, look over there!" I suddenly heard somebody shout out. "Some hosebag's jerking off a bloke. Her tits are out, too!"

Oh my god! Oh fuck!

On their way to the dumpsters, the trashmen had to walk past the delivery truck. One of them had looked inside and discovered us. He was watching me now.

Oh! My! God! Oh shit!

The heads of two more trashmen appeared. They were standing around the back of the truck, staring into the loading area. Damnit! An audience was watching me jerk off the delivery driver.

"Wow, what a slut!" A baldheaded garbage man exclaimed.

Finally, the two workmen got aware of our audience. They didn't seem to mind, though. Instead, they moved further to the side to give the trashmen a better view of my exposed tits.

Shame was rising to my cheeks. I was so embarrassed I didn't dare to look at the trashmen. With my eyes focused on Joe's cock, I carried on jerking him off. There was nothing else I could do anyways.

"Having fun there, pal?" A black trashmen addressed Joe. "She looks like a skilled whore."

"You betcha! The hoe got plenty of practice." The delivery man replied, reveling in my embarrassment.

"You need to pay a prozzy to get you off?" The baldhead chuckled.

Woah! What a quip. It turned my face deep red in shame. If only the trashmen knew that I wasn't getting paid for this at all.

"Nah! The skank's cheap as fuck, even for a hooker." Joe deadpanned at my expense.

"Feel free to use the superbitch when we're done." Barry suddenly tossed in.

Um... no! Never ever!

Even though it seemed scarcely possible, my shame increased even more. This random workman offered my service to some strangers like I was a street walker and he was my pimp. Apparently, I looked like a hooker, I was getting called a hooker, and now I also felt like a hooker. So degrading!

"Forget it. Got my missus for that." The old, gray-haired garbage man said and his two fellow trash collectors agreed. "We're busy anyway."

Phew! They were finally turning their attention to collecting the garbage. They didn't turn away, though. Oh no, I guess I had cheered too soon. The three trashmen didn't show signs of leaving anytime soon. Instead, they had some fun commenting on the action. Actually, that was way worse. They didn't want to call on my service but amuse themselves at my expense. Ugh!

"That bitch looks like she's vying for the title of top town whore, huh?" The baldhead remarked.

Oh wow! So not true. What an assumption! It made me grit my teeth.

"Now way, dude!" The black trashman countered. "She can't even get that bloke to make him fuck her. She's just a two-bit chippy."

Oh boy! What a nasty comment! It made me groan in embarrassment.

"Bet she's more of a dollymop than a pro hustler." The old guy weighed in.

Oh Lordy! Talk about upping the ante. It almost made me cry in shame.

"Truth be told, we're calling her hoochie coochie." The paunchy repairman eventually chipped in. "She's so stupid she only knows how to dress up 'n sell her body. Hehehe!"

Okay! This comment was the worst ever. It literally brought tears to my eyes. Worse still, it made all five guys roar with laughter. Even Joe, who seemed so determined on cumming quickly, joined the round of laughs.

"Why you're just standing there waiting your turn, pal?" The senior trashman eventually asked Barry. "That bitch sure looks like she won't mind more action."

Oh no! On the contrary, that bitch did mind for sure! The repairman, however, didn't have to be asked twice. Of course, he wanted to show off his male chops. Grabbing my free left hand, he turned it around so my palm was pointing upwards.

PTOO

Urgh! He had spit a big, fat glob of bubbly drool onto my palm. So slobbery! So greasy! Barf!

"C'mon superbitch! Let's speed this up." Barry exclaimed. "I choose a spot, I mark it, 'n you use it to get my buddy off."

Um... this was kinda like a game or stuff, right? Whatever it was, I didn't like it. Yet, I was already spreading the slobber all over Joe's cock and jacking him off with my 'marked' hand.

PTOO

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! The fat workman had spat into my face, right underneath my left eye. I was shaking so hard from disgust that the drool started running down my cheek leaving a wet trail. I needed a moment to cope with the situation. After all, the delivery driver didn't want me to touch his cock with my mouth or holes, right?

So I bent down and brought my face level with his dick. Then I started slapping his hard member against my soft cheek. Gosh! I was giving myself bitchslaps with a random worker's cock. Duh!

Surprisingly, Joe didn't stop me although this wasn't making things quicker at all. Quite the opposite actually. I guess he enjoyed degrading this cheap hooker too much to mind.

PTOO

Another glob of spit from the repairman, another shudder making me shake and twist. Total gross out! This time, Barry had spat onto my right nipple. The drool already started dripping off my hard nip so I quickly pushed Joe's cock there and started slapping his hard tool against my puffy nipple.

PTOO

This time, it was Joe joining the action. However, he hadn't spat at me but into his own palm instead. Reaching back, he wiped off the spit over his buns. Um, what?

"It's crackin' for my dick, it's crackin' for my ass, skanky bitch." He said without deigning me a look.

I didn't really catch the meaning, but it wasn't so hard to figure out what he wanted. It was gross! It was yukky! However, my submissiveness was too potent to let me resist. So I reached around his leg to his butt while I continued stroking his cock with my right fist. Running my long red-to-white nails over his buns, I teased his skin and gathered up his slobber with my ombré porn claws.

Reaching his ass crack, I slipped my fingers in between. His sweat got added to his slobber when I ran my index finger through his ass crack. Gross! I didn't like what I was doing 'cause disgusting. Yet, I continued and dug in deeper, tickling the skin of his ass crack with my fake nails.

I started using my forefinger's nail tip to circle his anal ring while I ran the tips of my right fingers all the way over his hard shaft. His cock was throbbing massively, so much that he must have been close. Eventually, I poked the white fake tip through his sphincter up till the line of fake jewelry. Meanwhile, I grabbed his rock solid meaty tool in a fist and gave it a couple of forceful jerks.

That did the trick. With a groan, Joe grabbed my chestnut-golden tresses and pulled my mouth to his cockhead. I managed to open my lips just in time when his balls boiled over.

Carefully, I made sure not to touch his meaty member with my lips. After all, he hadn't given me permission, right? It caused another pinch of humiliation.

His first spurt of creamy jizz shot straight into my mouth anyhow. Jerking his cock and poking his asshole, I milked all the sperm from his balls. I didn't count the number of spurts, but I made sure to catch every last drop of goo.

Oh goodie! At least, I didn't have to worry about my dress getting soiled. As swift as an arrow, the delivery driver had pulled his uniform pants up when I had fully drained him. He didn't want to spend any more time with me than absolutely necessary, for sure.

Anyways, Barry quickly replaced Joe. He didn't seem to go for a swift handjob, though, 'cause he grabbed my hair and harshly pulled my head back. When I opened my mouth to scream, he spat another glob right in there. Urgh!