Jessica's Change Management Ch. 15

Oh gawd! The brutal gangster didn't accept my as LGZ hoe anymore. He didn't deem me deserving of his ex-con cum. What a debasement! What a demotion! Ortega didn't regard me as worthy to be his sperm receptacle and Checo did so neither. Sniff!

"Don't cha worry, barrio biatch. Ya washed 'em facial mask off. Hehehe!" He commented on my face as if nothing had just happened.

"Dem fat fuckin' tits still look messed up, though." He picked up where he had left off, alluding to the slobber he had smeared all over my boobies before.

Letting action follow his words, he grabbed my ponytail and pulled my body forward. As soon as my funbags dangled over the trash can, he pushed me down, plunging my titties into the scummy rain waiter.

Moving my body around, he dragged it through the pool until my boobies were drenched and the thick, sticky slobber washed off. By now, the missed climax was more like a distant memory. Duh!

"Go wait in da car, biatch." He eventually instructed me. "I'ma gonna inform my fuckin' supervisor I'm takin' my lunch break. Ain't much goin' on anyways. We got sum stuff to take care of."

With that, he turned around and walked into the taco joint. He simply left me standing in the backyard, dripping and on edge. I was as surprised as befuddled. That had been abrupt, hadn't it? What was he planning to do? What was I supposed to do? Too many questions, too little time.

So I took care of the most important stuff first. Fortunately, I had a tissue pocket pack in my pink purse. After wiping my titties dry in a makeshift manner, I pushed the sequin neckline back over my rack. After dabbing my fuck juices off my pussy, I pulled the pinned-up hemline down over my booty. Using a coupla more tissues, I dried off my face.

Almost presentable, I tottered back to the parking lot and got into Ortega's luxury car. Checo wasn't there yet so I had a bit more time. Using the rear view mirror, I reapplied makeup to my face. I was really skilled at it by now, so I managed to put on glossy lipstick and heavy mascara despite the inconvenient conditions. Yay!

As the gangbanger was still nowhere to be found, I even pulled out the lip enhancer and put it on. It gave the Latino a good laugh when he eventually got inside the car. I didn't care, though. After all, it was one of my rules and it made me look way more pretty.

"Looks like dat face's ready to go back into da trashcan, puta!" He jeered.

Woah! What a taunt! What a... compliment?!? That's actually how I comprehended it 'cause it basically said that I looked totally bimbo-like.

Anyways, I didn't get the chance to respond 'cause Checo instructed me to drive off. Where exactly he was taking me didn't become clear before we arrived. Actually, I had never been in this part of town or anywhere close to it.

No surprise there 'cause it was a prison. Can you believe it? The ex-con took me to a place filled with convicts. Actually, it was a medium security prison as Checo informed me. Holy fudge! The razor wire fence was really intimidating me. I so didn't want to be here.

However, Checo grabbed my hand and led me straight to the entrance. He still hadn't told me what we were about to do here but I was too scared to ask any questions. Walking through the principal entrance, the guards eyed as critically.

Jeez! I felt like I was under the microscope here. Frankly, I couldn't have been more out of place, all gussied up in my hot pink dress, spike heels, glittery accessories, and heavy makeup. Some proper eye candy for the stressed guards for sure.

Upon our arrival, we were greeted by a correctional officer at the security desk although greeted was too nice a word 'cause he mostly scoffed at us. Just then another officer walked up to the desk and exchanged a few words with the first one. They were whispering too low for me to understand anything, however.

Whatever they discussed, it resulted in the first officer excusing himself and the second one taking his place. That dude wasn't as grumpy but more like sleazy with his 80s ponstache. Anyhow, he had no problem extensively checking me out, his eyes almost dropping down my cleavage.

Instead of peeving me, though, it had the opposite effect 'cause I started seductively licking my lips and leaning forward to give the sleazy guard a better view of my boobies. Really girl?!? Acting so salaciously in such a formal institution?

Apparently, 'cause I saw the guard noticing my saucy behavior, and still put the white nail tip of my right forefinger on my plumped-up lip to ramp up the sexiness. All the while, I giggled apologetically, as if I was unaware of any kinda guilt. Lipgrip and giggles, I had the bimbo acts down pad for sure no matter where, just as the rules commanded. Yay!

When it was time to sign in and show my identification, however, Checo interfered. He pulled an ID from his pocket and gave it to the correctional officer instead of using my actual identification. I didn't see it but there couldn't be my picture on it.

"Ah Mrs. Perez! Been quite some time since your last visit." The officer said, accepting the fake ID with a grin.

After that, Checo simply told me to give the most scrawly, unreadable signature possible and I was done. There was something fishy going on here for sure, something super fishy. However, I had passed the security check and was inside the prison walls. Oh my god! A place, I had neither expected nor intended to visit, ever.

Wait! We were inside but the security check wasn't over. Instead, we had to walk through a metal detector. After placing my purse, keys, and other metal stuff in a special bin, I walked through the detector that looked like one of those airport thingies. The alarm didn't go off for Checo. You guessed right, though. Of course, it went off when I walked through. Duh! Must have been my spike heels.

Oh wow! The ex-con didn't have a problem getting inside the correctional institution whereas I had to go through a special security check? So absurd! So inevitable! With the gangbanger watching with a smirk, the sleazy officer took a hand held metal detector and stepped up to me. He came close, really close. So close that I could actually feel his breath and smell his sweat. Ugh!

Running the detector along my body, he was super thorough. This couldn't be the usual custom. After scanning my back, he focused on my front. Starting at the top, he suddenly pressed the detector against my skin when he reached my chest. I twitched and my eyes gaped open.

No way! He wouldn't do it! He couldn't do it! He was a civil servant after all!

Yetm the pornstache officer was giving me the creeps! The place was intimidating me! I wanted to run far away! However, I didn't even have to look over to Checo to know that it wasn't an option. I had to grin and bear it to show my loyalty to LGZ, even though I didn't know what we were doing here.

With my body covered in goosebumps, Pornstache Dude ran the detector over my titties ever so slowly. Pressing the instrument against my flesh, he probed every curve, savoring every second. When he flicked my nipples with the detector, it made me twitch epically, so much that I had to hold onto the sleazy guard's shoulder to keep standing. As a result, my nipples started poking through the flimsy material plainly visible.

Keeping the detector pressed against my body, he ran it down my belly and the alarm rang out. Oh, no! Oh, of course! My bellybutton piercing! How embarrassing! Fortunately, my pink mini dress was so tight that the shape of the navel ring clearly stood out against the thin fabric. The officer saw it 'cause he didn't inquire any further. Was that a good or a bad thingie, though? Mostly, it was an embarrassing thingie!

With my cheeks turning red, the correctional officer continued. Not giving me any kinda room, he kept the detector pressed against my body when he reached my crotch. Darn! Just then the detector squealed again. Double darn!

There was nothing to be seen, really, so the officer went over the area a coupla more times and the alarm went off each time. Oh, no! No, no, no! You know why, right? The zipper piercing, of course!

"We gotta do a body search, Mrs. Perez." The guard eventually concluded.

"So sorry." He added, which sounded totally untrue.

"It's a conjugal visits. So we gotta apply due dilligence." He explained. "Your husband, Mr. Perez, is the LGZ lord so we gotta be extra careful."

Conjugal visit?!? Husband?!? LGZ lord?!? What the fudge?

That was too much information for me to process at once. It was like my mind went blank and literally needed to reboot. I didn't have time for that, however, 'cause Pornstache Dude led the way into a small examination room adjacent to the hallway. Hesitantly, I followed him while Checo remained outside. As soon as I had stepped into the room, the officer closed the door and locked it, leaving me alone. What the fudge?

My heart started beating in my throat. I was super nervous, 'cause I was alone in this intimidating place and didn't know what was about to happen. This didn't bode well, not at all. The scenery, the formality, the lockup, it cleared my head like cold water to the face. I woke up from my bimbo fuzziness, which really drove home my quandary. How ever had this happened? How ever had it come to that? Goddamnit!

The guard made me wait in the room for several minutes. Every passing second raised my nervousness. I was so ready to go off the deep end. Yet, I finally had time to process the new information.

So I was here for a conjugal visit. Of course, I had to engage in some kinda sexual activity with another LGZ member. Quelle surprise! Apparently, those visits were only allowed for spouses. That was why Checo had used a fake ID and passed me off as Mrs. Perez. Oh by the way, that gang member seemed to be the LGZ boss. Great! No pressure!

Just when I had figured out my situation, Pornstache Dude came back. Obviously, he had taken Checo somewhere first or taken a coffee break or whatever. Anyhow, he clearly didn't give a fudge about making me wait.

"Strip!" He simply snarled.

With my head clear, his order sounded even more intimidating. After all, I had never had a brush-in with the law before. I mean, I was a good girl! All the same, I didn't know a way out of this catch-22, level head or not.

Besides, his voice and demeanor sounded like he was used to being an authoritative figure. Something that made me respond subconsciously. So I followed his instructions, even though I was trembling like a leaf.

My hands twitched stronger the more skin I exposed. Opening the zipper of my dress wasn't so easy with my clunky porn claws so it took longer than the guard liked. Getting panicky, however, made me act even more clumsy. Peeling the hot pink mini dress off, I exposed my rack, my bellybutton piercing, and my pantyless crotch one after another.

Standing in the examination room completely naked, I clasped my arms over my boobies to hide them. Kinda odd, right? I mean, I was so used to being naked in front of men, like the interns or gangbangers or frat boys. All level-headed, however, I felt extremely exposed in front of the prison guard.

Pornstache Dude didn't give a fudge about my prudery, though. Stepping as close as before, he simply grabbed my arms one by one and turned them to my sides. Then he began running his hands down my body.

There was absolutely no need to frisk my upper body 'cause it was totally exposed. Yet, he took his time feeling my titties. Making me splay my legs open, he finally found the cause for the alarm. Discovering the zipper piercing made him snort. All the same, he pulled on it a coupla times, as if he had to test whether it was really a piercing or just a clip.

He had found the reason for the alarm. So this was over, right? I guess that was too naïve 'cause the officer wasn't done. Instead, he made me turn around and bent over. I had to bow down really deep and grab my ankles. With my pussy and asshole on full display, I felt even more exposed.

Rudely, he plugged my pussy with two fingers, probing it as if looking for drugs or something. In doing so, he was anything but gentle, checking every crook and bend. The sleazeball pushed left and right, up and down, deep and deeper. Actually, he went as deep as he could plunge his fingers.

Left and right!

Up and down!

Deep and deeper!

Dang! He was going for another round, faster and harder this time. Holy fudge! This was a game for him. He was trying to make me groan. He was trying to overmatch me and get the better of me. No way! I wouldn't oblige.

Left and right!

Up and down!

Deep and deeper!

Pornstache Dude continued his body search, or more like his hole search. He wouldn't stop, would he? I pressed my lips together and gritted my teeth in an attempt to keep silent.

"Aaah!" I eventually groaned although it was more of a yelp.

As soon as I had yielded, he stopped and plunged his finger up my butthole.

"Argh!" The sudden stretching made me really yelp this time.

So rough! So rude! Relentlessly, the correctional officer searched my anal cavity. What the fudge was he doing! What the fudge was he looking for? By now, he should have noticed that I wasn't trying to smuggle anything into the prison, right? Nonetheless, he was stretching my asshole out for good with his fingers, like he was about to drive his fist up there to grab some bag of cocaine or stuff.

Left and right!

Up and down!

Deep and deeper!

I couldn't tell how much time had passed. Not relenting, the prison guard continued probing and feeling every wrinkle and spot while I dug my porn claws into my ankles to keep in position, but also to distract myself from the degradation. Still, I felt my dignity literally trickling off me like sand in an hourglass. My entire body was burning in shame.

"Arrrggghhh!" I eventually cried out from the roughness and the probing instantly stopped.

That had been the key. The guard had aimed at making me yield. Finally, he had managed to make me submit. What a jerk! Even though he had been bullying me so obnoxiously, I looked back and flashed a peace sign when I realized that he had reached his goal. It just happened before I even realized it. Oh my god! Silly girl!

Anyways, I was finally allowed to put my dress back on. That was a good thingie, right? Whatever it was, Pornstache Dude continued leering at my every move anyhow. What a super jerk!

I was so of a jitter I was barely able to walk a straight line when we resumed our way through the prison. Leaving the entrance building, we walked down a secure outdoor perimeter that was lined with high fences topped with barbed wire. On the other side of each fence was a prison yard.

Even though I loathed the sleazy guard, I kept walking really close to him. So much so that my arm was pressed against his side, my skin scraping past his uniform. Oh wow! Pornstache Dude could have easily put his arm around my shoulder making us look like a fresh couple. Ugh! I was only glad there were no prisoners outside to see us. Phew!

We didn't enter the cell block at the end of the path, though. Instead, we turned left when we reached the building. There was a fenced off area with several construction trailers parked in it. The trailers looked super old and rusty with the paint crumbling and spalling. They couldn't have been moved in ages 'cause weeds were growing up the building blocks that had replaced the wheels. Duh!

With every step taking us closer to one of the trailers, my heart was beating faster. After all, this was a prison. I didn't know who or what was awaiting me but didn't expect a good thingie. With my nervousness reaching an all time high, I kinda wished the bimbo buzz back, 'cause with my head all woozy, I felt so much less scared and so much more excited.

Just when we reached the door, it opened, almost hitting me in the face. Out walked Checo with a serious look on his face. This didn't really help calming me down. Instead, I was literally tense like a drawn bow.

Without saying a word, Checo stepped past me and walked away. Totally startled, I followed him with my eyes. Just then I got a shove to my back that made me stumble forward. Pornstache Dude had ruthlessly pushed me into the trailer. So inconsiderate! Just when I was inside, the door slammed shut and got locked. Holy fudge! I was locked in. Again! Confined to an old, decrepit construction trailer! The horrors!

Literally shy like a deer, I looked around the trailer. Inside, everything appeared just as decrepit and shabby as on the outside. The trailer looked like it was separated into two parts right in the middle. The walls were unclad showing the pure metal or aluminum or whatever it was. The windows were taped shut with some black tape or stuff.

The room I couldn't see was probably something like a makeshift bathroom. By contrast, the room I was standing in looked like a living room, sorta. The furniture didn't fit the sordid surroundings although it was just as worn out and scuffed. There was a big king size bed with red silk bed linen and a bunch of red heart-shaped pillows. On each side of the bed stood a black lacquer night stand. There was also a black lacquer dresser at the other end of the room.

Most striking, though, were the two mirrors. They were huge with a cheap golden frame and placed in totally ridiculous places. One hung right above the bed and the other hung on the ceiling right over the bed. On closer look, I also noticed a ton of wrapped up rubbers strewn over the night stands.

Oh my gosh! The room was equipped like a whore room, like a room for hookers to meet their johns. Horror of horrors!

I was so shocked I didn't even react when the door of the cubicle opened and a guy stepped out. That must have been the inmate I was supposed to meet. Mr. Perez, the LGZ lord. Dead in my tracks, I watched him strolling over to me.

Woah! He was a really old geezer. I had expected him to be much younger but he must have been like 60 years or something. His hair was totally white, literally snow white. Even though he was wearing a typical khaki prison overall, he looked kinda fit in it.

Without saying a word, the gang boss walked past me and lay down on the bed. Clasping his hands behind his head, he got comfortable while he started mustering me. I still wasn't moving a bit. Actually, I didn't dare moving without being told.

Mr. Perez might have been old but every ounce of him radiated power. He exuded confidence and authority like no one I had met before. Ortega was more of a swanky snobby prig in comparison. This man, by contrast, was seriousness in person.

"So, that's the puta causing all the problems?" He finally said with a sinister tone.

Woah! What a super smoky voice! That old dude must have been a chain smoker or something.

"Um..." I was too cowed to form a direct response.

"I... um... I didn't mean to cause, like, any problems, sir. No way!" I eventually stammered.

Oh wow! I was intimidated by an old dude. Horror! Even worse, I was calling a prisoner 'sir' whereas he was only addressing me as hooker. Horror of horrors! Worst of all, nervousness still had me in its grip keeping my head clear and making me fully aware of the situation. Horror of all horrors!

However, did you notice? Even though I currently had a handle on things, I still talked and acted all bimbo-like. I should have been my old executive-self. Yet, I behaved so bubbly and ditzy.

"So the puta's not taking responsibility for my nephew getting blackmailed?" He asked, seeming somewhat surprised.

Say what?!? D-Rod was Mr. Perez' cousin? Holy fudge! No goodie! No goodie at all. Gag me!

"As long as I'm in here, Danny's gotta hold the family name up. He can't do that if he's outta town." The old gangster explained. "Can't have some outsider dealing with my contacts. Now, we have to find ways around it. That's costing time and money. Savvy?"