Jessica's Change Management Ch. 14

"Mmm, like, oh baby! Yaaahhh, like, oh fuck!" I was reduced to moaning and groaning, 'cause I wasn't able to form any coherent words or thoughts anymore.

By now, Justin was piston-fucking my cunny hard and fast. For leverage, he had gripped my black garters, pulling my body back and forth with it. I was getting close, so close.

"Ouchiiieee!" I suddenly exclaimed.

The intern had released the garters after pulling them taut. Whipping back in place, they bashed into my soft thighs. Owie! That hurt 'cause the bow-taut garters really packed some smack.

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!

"Owie! Ouch! Owie!"

Justin pulled the garters back a couple more times, letting them snap against my soft skin time and again. The impacts stung like a whip, making me cry out loud. They also made me wildly dance on the spot, shaking my booty for his amusement while I clung to the copy machine.

Apparently, the slimeball hadn't liked me stopping with the bimbo jokes. Oh dang! It had caused me my orgasm 'cause the sting of the garter-whipping had stalled my climax. Shoot!

"Ooohhh!" I groaned when the intern thrust his hard shaft back into my leaking pussy.

"Owie! Ouch! Owie!" I squealed when he let the garters snap against my thighs.

This time, I was dancing with his boner deeply implanted in my cunny. With my hips swaying and my booty shaking, I was rocking his wood.

"Hey yummy dummy, what's the first thing a bimbo does when she sees a copy machine?" The intern suddenly picked up where I had left off. "She copies her tits. Hehehe!"

This time, he started laughing about his own joke. More importantly, though, he also started pounding my coochie again. Yay!

"Now, be a good bimbo." He added an order in between his chuckles.

Um... no savvy. What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to act like a good bimbo? I mean, he was already fucking me while I was babbling and moaning, right?

Letting out a curse, Justin seized control. He pushed a button on the copy machine and a light lit up underneath the glass surface. Oh, now I see. He had asked me to put his joke into action. No savvy for sure. Oops!

Anyways, the intern continued pounding my pussy while he ran several color copies of my boobies. Having a printing of my juicy juggies made? So devaluating! Like I was getting reduced to my big, ole funbags only. But also, so thoughtful! Like I was getting credit for my assets.

Whatever! Before I got the chance to reach another peak, Justin pulled his cock from my cunny. Grabbing my hips, he turned me around and lifted me up. Woah! What was he doing? Actually, he was sitting me down onto the copy machine.

Now, my ass was placed on the glass surface. Grabbing my heels, he spread my legs open and stepped in between. I grunted when he rammed his cock back into my sopping pussy. Maybe, I would reach my climax after all. For sure, his hard shaft literally slid inside me like a knife through butter.

Once more, Justin pressed the button and the light flashed up. He was making copies of my ass now! Pushing me around on the glass surface, he made sure to prominently display my lip tattoos on the printings. Even though the copying was kinda distracting, I was getting close again. Before I finally reached my climax, though, Justin abruptly pulled the plug, like literally.

As soon as his cock was free, it started spurting. Quickly, the intern grabbed a color copy of my titties and busted his nut all over the printing. Splash after splash of thick, gooey sperm rained down onto the sheet until it was totally messed up. All the while, I was trying to come to grips with my missed orgasm. I had been so close. Oh darn! Now, I was needier and hornier than ever. Fudge!

Finished with beautifying the copy, Justin grabbed my arm and pulled me off the copy machine. Handing me the printing, my job was clear. If I waited too long, he would probably smack the sheet of paper right into my face, splashing the semen all over my cheeks and totally messing me up. No way, I could risk that.

Even though I found it kinda yukky, I bent forward and stuck my tongue out. Dutifully, I licked the jizz off my booby printing. So absurd! The goo was already getting cold and sticky so I quickly lapped it up and smacked my lips when I was finished.

"Better keep those copies close by, dollie." Justin told me while tugging away his cock. "It's your latest training material."

Um... training material? What the fudge?

"You didn't realize it, yummy dummy, but this was the next training session." The henchman clarified. "How to copy like a bimbo. Hehehe!"

Seriously? He hadn't told me. Well, I hadn't asked, either. So...

"Nobody's mad at you for not getting stuff like that, bimbo ditz." The intern quickly reassured me when I hesitated. "But carry the printings in your purse as a reminder, dollie."

Whyever?!? Dunno! Yet, I didn't talk back, folding the sheets of paper instead and putting them into my purse. No way, I would show them to anybody, like suppliers or consultants, anyhow.

"You're not allowed to cum during your training 'n you almost got there. So that's a minus." The slimeball stated. "However, you didn't lose the certificates. So that's a plus."

"All told, you graduated. Congratulations, Miss Bimbo." The young henchman concluded. "Like a duck takes to water. It's almost getting scary, Missy. But we always knew your true potential, right?"

Potential?!? In what? Telling silly jokes? Being a mindless, bubbly ditz? Looking like a dolled-up glamour bimbo? Neither sounded like anything you would put on your letter of application, right?

Justin, however, didn't elaborate on it any further. Instead, he pulled a post-its pad out of nowhere. Of course, he had brought it along. He had planned this whole charade from the get-go. In contrast to Taylor, he immediately started writing down my new bimbo certificate.

"Education is important." I read the first tag.

"Big tits are importanter!" I finished the second tag.

The grammatical error made me cringe but the message was even worse. After all, I had pretty big tits and a high education. Obviously, only my big, ole funbags mattered, though.

With a push against my back, Justin bent me back over the copy machine. Was he about to make another copy of my titties? No, actually, he wasn't. Instead, he made use of my exposed ass and stuck the first note to my skin right atop my left stocking top. Then he stuck the second note above my right stocking top. Considering all possible spots on my body, he was putting it there?!? What a mean spot! What a nasty piece of work!

Pulling the dress down, I realized that it was too short. Remember that with every long stride, the stocking tops threatened to peek out from underneath the dress? Now, the post-its threatened to get revealed along with it! Woah! This was a whole new level of demeaning. Anybody could see the yellow notes sticking to my thighs when I made an unfavorable step!

Without another word, Justin shoved me out of the copy room. He gave me such a forceful push that I stumbled down the corridor barely getting my footing in my sky high heels. Oh no! I couldn't fall on my face!

While I desperately tried to find stability, I almost bumped into four co-workers. They were putting on their coats and getting ready to leave. The 'funbag boys' Damon and Eric along with Marcus and David, two of my younger team members.

Oh wow! It was already quitting time. The day had gone by in a flash! So unreal! Feeling the heat rising in my body, I tried my best not to blush crimson although the guys had seen me clumsily stumbling down the corridor. By now, I was good at suppressing my blush. There had been so many embarrassing moments during the last weeks that I had gotten a lot of practice. This would simply be another one of those moments, wouldn't it?

I felt like the post-its on my tits were beaming like a flare. Certainly, each of them would make them out at once. Gathering all my courage, I tried to act as casually as possible. At least, my head was quite clear after the scare of nearly taking a plunge.

"Going to the after-work party?" I asked David, a handsome man in his late twenties.

"Have fun, guys!" I tried to quickly get the goodbye done. "So sorry, I can't join you. Have a drink for me!"

"We'll do, we'll do!" Damon replied. "Try not to give your project partner a heart attack with that outfit!"

All four guys laughed at his response while I forced a fake smile myself. I knew, however, that his remark had only increased the guys' attention to my slinky mini dress. I felt them checking me out, their gazes roaming over my curvy hips and juicy juggs. And of course, their eyes got caught on the post-its peeking out of my neckline.

"So don't wanna hold you up, guys!" I tried to usher them out of the office before they figured out the post-its.

The boys, however, couldn't break away from my big, ole funbags. They were literally mesmerized by them.

"Be careful! Not that your client's drooling all over dinner!" David, a chunky guy in his early thirties, made another quip.

Oh darn! What a dull joke! What he did next, though, wasn't dull at all. Stepping forward, he gave me a goodbye hug! No colleague had ever done that, especially no subordinate! It was so out of line with our company etiquette.

Feeling his chest pressed against mine, my nipples perked up. They were poking through the material. They were straining really hard, so much I literally expected them to tear up the flimsy fabric any moment.

It made my pussy throb. It also made the boys stare harder at my titties. They looked so closely now, they would ask about the certificates any second. There was only one thought flashing through my mind. I had to divert the boys' attention! So what did I do?

David's unexpected touch revived my wooziness. So I only relied on my looks instead of my wits, of course. On impulse, I started pretending to laugh about their latest jeer and began shaking my booty.

It totally backfired on me, though, 'cause it made my titties bounce and jiggle, too. It was super obvious that I wasn't wearing any bra with the way my boobies wobbled around all freely.

Oh no! My funbags were about to spill out of my dress and reveal the bimbo tags in all their glory. Imagining the boys' reaction when reading the tags made me wince massively. They would so love it! And never forget it, either!

"You're, like, totally getting late, boys!" I reminded them, stopping my booty shaking. "All the chicks will be, like, off the market, like literally, if you don't hurry, fer shure."

Phew! Just dodged that bullet! My sudden bimbo speak, however, made the boys cackle in response. Yet, it finally got them going. Before they turned around and headed to the exit, though, they followed David's example and gave me a goodbye hug. While they all got a good feel of my rock hard nippies, there was nothing I could do against it but giggle bashfully. Gasp!

Walking out, they exchanged lotsa meaningful looks. I could hear them starting to discuss what had just happened to them. They didn't even care if I heard them or not. I guess it was as surreal to them as it was to me.

I had just topped any previous level of sluttiness. No way, my former subordinates would ever look at me the same way again. Still, I had done it without blinking an eye. Just to keep them from discovering the bimbo tags.

"You think those were some labels or something?" I heard Marcus asking Damon.

"No dude! Looked like some notes. Tried reading it, but those nipples kept distracting me!" His fellow co-worker replied and the rest of the group agreed.

"Interesting place for a cheat sheet! Guess someone's not that good in memorizing, huh?" Eric said, making the others laugh.

Despite the slight, I was super relieved upon hearing it. They hadn't been able to make out the 'bimbo joke'. Phew!

Finally, the four consultants were gone. What was I supposed to do now! I guess I had to pay a visit to Ortega for better or worse, didn't I? After all, I had received a new bimbo certificate. That was to say if I ever made my way there. I had been totally mindful of my stocking tops before, but now it was like my center of existence.

All my thoughts were focused on my hemline remaining in place and covering the certificates. So my walk to Ortega's office took ages. Oh well, with the unfulfilled lust brewing in my loins, my thoughts were already slow. Now my walk was slow, too. Kinda fitting for a bimbo, right?

Reaching my boss' office, I was a horny, needy mess who couldn't be any further from a contained, sophisticated executive. Forgetting to knock on the door, I walked straight into the room. Ortega was sitting behind his desk. Nothing unusual, right?

I was so occupied with telling daddy about my newest certificates, I didn't pay it any more attention. When I told the Latino about his intern copying my titties, he allowed himself a few chuckles. However, when I repeated the stupid jokes I had told Justin, he started chortling, which was the most I had ever seen him express his amusement.

Suddenly, though, I heard someone else snigger. Quietly at first, but increasing in volume. This was weird. Where was it coming from? Whom was it coming from? All puzzled, I looked around the office. There wasn't anyone around. Hold on! The way, Ortega sat behind his desk was kinda strange.

Shocker!

My boss was sitting sideways. I had been so occupied with recounting my training session that I hadn't noticed it before. I had to check this out. Walking around the desk, my eyes went wide. I had expected anything but that. What a surprise! What a stunner! Totally out of left field!

Ortega was sitting with his legs splayed wide, and in between them knelt a woman sucking his cock. It was Miss Keelan! It was Shelly!

Shocker! Shocker!

What was she doing here? What was she doing in this compromising position? I was too speechless to ask, my mouth gaping wide open. Anyways, Ortega took over explaining while the secretary continued sucking his cock as if I wasn't present at all.

"You see, Missy, finally you get to meet my latest squeeze." He exclaimed all casually. "Albeit, she is not the latest to be honest. You are the new squeeze indeed."

"Miss Bimbo say hello to Miss Trophy." He prompted me.

I was way too dumbstruck to say anything. Actually, I was so shocked that it should have cleared my head 'cause it felt like an ice bucket over the head, literally. However, my mind remained really foggy. So weird!

Maybe, the reason behind it was me mostly eyeballing daddy's arched cock. I mean, I stared more intently at his boner than at Shelly. Gawd! I so wanted to be the girl sucking his dick! I so wanted to get his meaty tool slick and ready to fuck me silly and make me squirt.

"You see, this young tart didn't keep her job because she was doing such good work." Ortega eventually said when I remained quiet. "But rather because she is quite the skilled little spinner, I have to say."

Oh wow! So Ortega was blackmailing her, too. She had kept her job as secretary, 'cause she was having sex with the smug exec. I guess Miss Palmer hadn't looked according to his taste. Actually, I had never really scrutinized Shelly's appearance so much. I mean, I had kinda checked her off as the epitome of a superficial, dressed-up office floozy and that had been all.

Right now, though, I was at a total loss. My head was spinning 'cause it felt like my whole world was tumbling down. This was the last thingie I had expected to happen. Even worse, it meant that Shelly knew all about Ortega blackmailing me. She knew that I was his personal ass-istant! She knew that I wasn't her superior anymore! So that was the reason why she had acted so brashly towards me. It all made sense now.

"She is like your follow-up model, I believe." The Latino directed my attention to the young secretary. "Like the fresh bimbo chick to the well-hung bimbo milf, I have to say. She even comes with a few updates."

"Um... updates?" I responded in confusion.

"Exactly, dummy boob." My boss snorted. "Updates, such as less maintenance and more fine tuning."

Oh boy! Daddy knew for sure how to make me feel way small and irrelevant. So Shelly was less of a bitchy brat than me? Hard to believe! She was more dolled up than me? Harder to believe!

Oh wait! I finally sized up the young secretary in super detail. Her hair was bleached blonde for sure, like platinum blonde. Fine, that was more bimboy than me. With my gaze roaming downwards, I noticed that her top was open. I saw her boobies for the first time really. Even without a bra supporting them, they stayed high and firm on her chest. They were also really round with a canyon in between them that was kinda big.

Oh wow! Those whoppers were fake for sure. I guess she had some silicone Double Ds. So the rumors were actually true. I had heard my co-workers gossiping about Shelly's supposed boob job, although I had never taken it as truth. Okay, okay! That was way more bimboy than me. Oh dang! Two strikes for her. Gulp!

"Since Miss Trophy already graduated from her bimbo training, she is a step above Miss Bimbo on the corporate letter, I'm afraid." Ortega piled it on.

Oh no! I wasn't Ortega's only playtoy. I wasn't even his prime playtoy. I was the well-hung bimbo milf. So devaluating!

"She didn't tell you that she lost a certificate, daddy." Shelly suddenly piped up.

"Well, I see." Ortega didn't seem surprised. "If I remember correctly, she was instructed to ask her colleagues to pick it up for her. Did she act accordingly?"

"Actually, she asked me to pick it up, daddy." Shelly told the truth.

That was a relief 'cause I had been a good bimbo after all.

"However, she only asked me to hand it to her, not stick it to her skin, daddy." The secretary added.

Oh darn! Why was she blurting all that out? Why was she telling him everything? Nobody really cared about that little mishap anyways. It deserved a sharp rebuke, didn't it?

"I, like, asked Taylor, you know, to stick it to my booty, daddy." I quickly intervened. "He's kinda like a co-worker too, fer shure! So I asked two co-workers, you know. It's literally like buy one get one free, right?"

Oh Lordy! That sounded like the total opposite of a sharp rebuke, didn't it? Actually, I didn't feel like giving anybody a roasting. If anything, the sight of the secretary sucking Ortega's glorious cock only stoked my subbie bimbo self. Besides, daddy had said that Shelly stood above me on the bimbo letter, right? So it wasn't my place to give her a rebuke. I should leave those difficult stuff to my boss anyhow.

"Well, only a dummy boob might think that would be better, I'm afraid." The snobby Latino retorted. "I see, you didn't follow your orders."

"But... but..., daddy!" I pouted, failing to come up with another excuse.

"That is a misdeed I cannot tolerate, I have to say." My boss didn't relent. "After you completed all those training sessions, you might have earned a taste of my phallus. I have to reconsider the matter now, I'm afraid."

Please, what? No! I had worked so hard to pass the bimbo training! All day long, I had fantasized about his glorious cock. All day long, I had yearned for him to make me squirt again. I wanted to feel it again! I needed to feel it again!

"You need to learn your lesson, Miss Bimbo." The smug exec continued. "Miss Trophy is going to get my phallus instead. Today, you are going to watch only. Let this be a learning experience for you!"

No, no, no! I hadn't done a thingie wrong, had I? Fine, I might have tried to circumvent his instruction. I might have strained his order. But only a little, right? Whatever! This punishment felt way too harsh, which was kinda silly, right? After all, the punishment resulted in me not getting fucked by my loathed rival. Right now, however, it appeared in a totally different light. It meant that I didn't get to experience his cock. Oh shoot! I was so needy and so horny.