Jessica's Change Management Ch. 17

"Helloooo!" I addressed the clerk, trying to sound extra annoyed. "I'd so like to pay, you know, for the clothes I picked. I'm super busy, fer shure! Not everybody got time, you know, to watch porn, like, all day long."

No response! I had to peek through my fingers again to see if sweat suit dude had heard me. He was still jerking his cock as if I wasn't even there. What a douche!

Giving it a second try, I used my free hand to snap my fingers in front of him. That got his attention. Finally! Mostly, though, 'cause I was distracting him from his porn. Duh! Anyways, he stopped jerking his cock for a second and looked at my outfit.

"Can we, like, go to the counter 'n, you know, do the paying 'n stuff?" I asked him, my voice turning from annoyed to insecure.

"Nope! Can't do zat! I'm busy here, can't you see?" Sweat suit dude replied to my bafflement. "Besides, clozes are pre-ordered already. Zey're reserved for other customer."

Please what?!? Are you kidding me? He couldn't be serious. No way, anybody was pre-ordering stuff in this seedy adult store.

"Seriously? You're so totally bullshitting me, right?" I blurted out in indignation.

"Nope! Totally serious! Totally not bullshitting!" He responded, making fun of my bimbo babble.

With his hard accent and rolling 'r', that derision was way more harsh and mean. It really stung but also made me woozy. So I responded in my most characteristic way and giggled stupidly. Go figure!

"You can go and put zings back where belong." The clerk added unfazed, basically waving me away.

"As if!" I abruptly stopped giggling and burst out. "I'm, like, totally not taking them off, fer shure! I'm, like, totally not putting them back! No way! I'm, like, totally gonna buy these thingies!"

I wasn't getting any reaction with my protest, so I tried a different approach, or more like, I tried my go-to-move.

"Oh baby, what can I, like, do to, you know, convince you, mostly, that these clothes belong to me?" I purred, leaning forward and running my index finger over the clerk's chin. "They, like wow, fit me, like perfectly! So way better than any other customer, fer shure!

That got his attention. Finally! However, it wasn't the kinda attention I was looking for.

"You vant me to disregard pre-order and violate store rule?" He inquired, still holding on to that pre-order bullshit.

I didn't know what to say next. I didn't know how to convince him. I mean, I could have argued that there was no guarantee the customer would cash in on the pre-order. I could have argued that the clothes hadn't been labelled as sold. However, all these arguments didn't come to my mind. Instead, I couldn't stop looking at the dude's cock. Duh! Of course, the clerk noticed my looks and instantly jumped at it.

"You understand you have to make better offer?" He asked, obviously unconvinced that I would understand any kinda thingie.

All righty, a better offer then. Stuff like more money? I so wasn't sure that would do the trick. What would be a better offer, though?

"Argh! C'mon, you stupe!" The East Euro dude obviously lost his patience. "I tell you what. I keep vatching zis movie and you act as cum target. Zat might convince me!"

Might convince him?!? That was outrageous to the max! That was presumptuous to the max! I was way outta his league! I was way more than a cum target! Yet, it sounded like a thingie I would be good at, right? It sounded like a thingie that totally fit me!

Maybe, it was the constant porno groans ringing in my ears. Probably, it was my submissive nature. Possibly, it was the sight of his glorious cock. Whatever it was, some thingie made me sink to my knees right in front of the video booth.

Oh Lordy! I was kneeling on the grungy floor of an adult store, holding my face in position to act as a cum target while a rude clerk jacked his cock. Sweat suit dude didn't pay me any attention whatsoever. He didn't want me to flash my titties for him or help him get off, either.

Instead, he was focused on the porno, watching some fake-titted, bleached blond pornstar getting fucked. In a way, that pornstar looked lotsa more like Shelly than me. Oh dang! For sure, he would have preferred Blondie in my place. What a degrading discovery! So humiliating that it gave me a pinch of envy and embarrassment while I waited kneeling on the filthy floor.

Anyways, I didn't pay lotsa attention to the video 'cause my eyes were glued to the clerk's hard cock. I so couldn't deny its appeal, so much that I would have loved to touch it and feel it slowly starting to throb in my hand. Oh boy! Watching a man's junk ready to shoot its load basically made me drool and lose any kinda restraint. Wielding a cock in front of me was literally like swinging a pendulum. It had an ultra hypnotizing effect.

However, I was reduced to being some kinda human dartboard. No way, I was supposed to actively touch the dude. Instead, I was supposed to passively keep still. No action, just passion, or whatever. Basically, I was the equivalent to those x-rated posters plastered over the walls of the store. Duh!

Actually, that was the worst part of it all. I so loved being a prick-tease. Turning guys on with my looks and getting them all hot and bothered? So coolio! Teasing them until they lost control and had to ravish my set of sweet holes? Best thingie ever! Tihi!

The longer I knelt on the grungy floor with no thingie to do but look pretty, the more I felt valueless and replaceable, the more I felt useless and interchangeable. It didn't help that suddenly a booth door opened and the third person stepped out. It was another dude, of course. Duh! Now, all customers had seen me. Ugh!

Oh Lordy! So badly, I had hoped to avoid being seen in this compromising position. So deeply, I blushed while I tried my bestest not to look the new dude in the eye. But wait! On second thought, he might let me tease him or touch him or suck him to get his dick hard again. I could be more than a 3D wank pic then!

"Zat whore's just paying up for new clozes." The clerk suddenly said when he managed to tear his eyes off the porno for a second. "Move along, pal. Nozing to see here."

"Ah! Just another prozzie from the strip club." The older man scoffed.

With that said, he walked away, just like that. No more look at the cholafied slut kneeling on the ground. No appetite for a second orgasm. No appetite to touch or fuck or use a gussied-up bimbo doll. Gasp! Valueless and replaceable to the max! Useless and interchangeable to the max!

By now, the clerk's cock had started throbbing, harder and faster until he finally got off his seat and turned towards me. He was jerking his meaty tool right in front of me now, a sight that totally mesmerized me.

SPLOSH!

His dick erupted forcefully. The first squirt splashed right against my forehead, almost making me recoil from the impact. Good thingie, I just about managed to stop myself and kept still. All the while, sweat suit dude continued rubbing his cock.

The second spurt hit me right across the nose. Like a good bimbo, I had opened my mouth by default. However, the clerk didn't aim at it. Instead, his third spunk jet hit my right cheek and the final squirt landed on my chin.

Oh wow! What a massive load! My cholaface was totally cum covered. When I reached up to scoop the jizz off my face, however, the East Euro dude slapped my hand away.

"Ve're not done, whore!" He enlightened me. "Zat vas only for corset. Still need to pay up for leggings."

Stunner!

Say dumbfounded! That must have been the look on my face 'cause I was totally puzzled by this development. It hadn't been the deal. As if!

"Zose leggings are in demand. Payment needs to correspond." The clerk informed me.

This time, though, he didn't expect me to make an offer. He didn't wait for me to say a word either. Instead, he turned around and opened a metal container placed in the corner of the small booth. The look on his face said it all. What a dirty smirk!

Pulling out a used condom, he held it up to show it to me. It was totally filled with cum. Oh boy! All the men jerking off to the porno videos in the booth were using rubbers to catch their sperm before discarding them into the metal container. Who had filled it? How long had it been laying there? Dunno! Gulp!

"Look at zat! A snack!" The sweat suit dude pointed out.

"You want leggings, you eat cum." He determined to no one's surprise but to my dismay.

I could only groan out loudly. This was so disgusting, so abnormal. My whole body wanted to recoil and revolt. Actually, though, it was more like disgustingly good and abnormally exciting. I had never done a thingie so perverted. I had never felt my pussy so leaky.

Whatever! I held out my hand and the clerk placed the used condom on my palm. The moment the rubber touched my skin, a shudder shot through me. I was trembling from disgust. This was some random jizz from an unknown stranger. Super yukky! Super gross!

With my fingers spread in revolt, I crooked my index fingers and pushed them into the condom. Smoothing out the crumpled-up rubber, I pushed my fingers all the way inside and held it over my face. With my fingers spread, the tube got pulled apart and the goo started oozing out. Looking up at the scumbag, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Breathlessly, I watched drop after drop dribble out. Every blob that hit my tongue made me flinch.

Gross out!

Convulsing on the floor, I shuddered with disgust when the taste hit me. It was cold! It was sticky! Ugh! Mostly, though, the cum was super thick and slimy, so much that most of it kept sticking to the rubber. Oh darn! I had to find another way to get the rest of the spunk out.

So I drew on an old tactic, 'cause I started scraping up the sticky sperm with the tip of my long, fake nails. Soon, I could feel the jizz sticking to my red-to-white ombré porn claws. A feeling that wasn't really new to me. After all, I had used my nails as goo lolly before. Remember?

I had been able to make it work back then, I would manage to do so again. Reassured, I didn't stop until I had scooped all the sticky spunk underneath my long, fake nail. Trying to flash a sexy smile, I lifted my hand to my mouth and started lapping up the old cum.

Total gross out!

The vile taste was way more intense. It was totally oozy! It was totally yukky! I had to take several gulps, 'cause I basically had to chew the cold slime down. Ugh! Ew! Ugh! Anyways, I managed to get it all down in the end. That was all that mattered, right?

It wasn't enough to pay for the leggings, though. At least, sweat suit dude didn't think so 'cause he grabbed another cum-filled condom from the metal container. My mouth was still open 'cause I was showing the clerk kinda proudly that I had eaten the entire cumload. However, he made full use of it and simply stuffed the rubber into my mouth. Ewww!

At least, it was full of sperm, or more like warm sperm. A good thingie. Even better, there was lotsa cum in it. Whoever had filled this condom had released an epic load. Looking up at the clerk, the slimy, dirty condom hung from my mouth, making me look super stupid.

I sucked the scumbag inside out, inhaling the goo of a man I had never met. So pervy! So icky! So demeaning! Literally adding insult to injury, it was also hard work 'cause I had to drive my tongue deep into the rubber tube to clean the sack of its slimy contents.

The East Euro dude simply watched me do the dirtiest thingie he had ever seen. I guess he hadn't expected me to pull it off. I mean, I had done lotsa perverted stuff by now but this was kinda like the ultimate, wasn't it?

"You're fucking slut!" He commented. "Suck zat stuff down, whore. Show me mouth."

Opening up, I presented the sticky, gooey jizz on my tongue. When I closed my lips, I slowly and deliberately swallowed the cold stuff, gulping it down until every little bit was gone.

"Fuck, man. You're disgusting slut." He exclaimed. "Zose strip club whores are nothing in comparison! You can come back here anytime."

As if! I wasn't planning on coming here ever again... was I? Whatever! Right now, I couldn't get outta the store fast enough. However, I still had to pay the price for the clothes before the clerk let me leave. Oh wow! He had used me as a cum target and made me eat sperm from used condoms. Yet, I had to pay the full price for my new outfit. Un-fudging-believable!

Anyways, I quickly paid before speeding back to the office 'cause late and all. Oh righty! That pervy clerk didn't let me clean my face before throwing me outta his seedy store. So I had to drive all the way with crusted spunk on my face and the taste of cold sperm on my tongue. I only got the chance to clean up when I finally arrived back at work. Who knows who had seen my cum-covered face on the way. Go figure!

Total downer, though!

After my return, I didn't get to show my new, improved outfit to daddy 'cause he was busy in a client meeting. Whatever! I still made it a point to strut my stuff in front of Shelly, walking down the office hallway like it was a runway. The bitch tried her best to look extra underwhelmed, like she didn't even notice the changes. As if!

No way, I was content with her poor reaction. That was why I tottered into the senior consultants' office to have Lambert and Clark check it out. Fortunately enough, they paid me special attention, 'cause they tested the buffering the leggings provided. At least, that was what they said when they made me bent over and spanked my buns. Tihi!

It had been a super eventful workday so far although I hadn't actually done any real work. Time had quickly passed anyhow and quitting time had arrived. That was when Shelly informed me that we had to get to the rooftop bar early to wait for Ortega and his business partner.

No plan who that person was. A fellow executive? Maybe. A buddy from another consulting firm? Possibly. A client? Probably. It didn't really matter anyway, 'cause in the end I had to serve him no matter what.

The rooftop bar had opened not long ago and it was the it-club in town at the moment. Super fancy, totally exclusive, and ultra trendy. The club extended over two levels. The lower level comprised two dancefloors and VIP lounges. The upper level was the actual open-air rooftop bar with a bar on each end and several sitting areas separated by palms.

When we arrived, there wasn't much going on 'cause it was still early. Leading the way, Shelly checked out all the different areas. Entering the rooftop, I was in for a surprise. One of the sitting areas was occupied by Damon, Eric, and David. Remember the 'funbag boys'? Apparently, they were hitting the town after work kinda often.

Of course, they instantly saw us when we stepped onto the rooftop. Of course, they invited us over to have a drink with them. Too bad we were here to meet daddy and his business partner.

Oh wait! Outta the blue, Blondie agreed and joined them in their sitting area. So unexpected! So odd! Anyhow, she quickly sat down on a sofa next to David and directed me to sit in between Damon and Eric. The two consultants didn't hesitate to move in close to me, so much that I could feel their legs rubbing against my wetlook leggings.

After that stressful day at work, I was happy to order a gin tonic while the boys drank their beers. Kinda surprisingly, Shelly opted for a non-alcoholic drink. Whatever! Why should I care, right? Being really thirsty, I drank kinda fast, maybe a tad too fast, although the boys didn't seem to mind.

They were chatting with the secretary mostly, talking about different party locations in the city. A topic, I didn't know that much about. So I remained silent and concentrated on looking pretty, which was more important anyway. Actually, it made me really happy to just sit quietly and let men stare at me.

Soon, Damon started running his hand up and down my back. Actually, not too soon if you asked me. Tihi! When I didn't object, he slipped his hand under my white corset and lightly stroked the skin of my back. Fueled by the gin tonic, I felt so buzzy. Instead of pulling away, I cuddled closer to Damon.

This seemed to encourage Eric 'cause he placed his hand on my knee and began softly stroking my leg. Gosh! All this attention and touching was making me so hot and bothered. I was super horny and wet. So badly, I wanted the boys to rub my pussy.

I couldn't really ask for that, though, could I? Kidding! We were still at the rooftop bar after all. However, Damon seemed to read my mind or sense my excitement 'cause he slipped his hand down the waistband of my black leggings, starting to knead the flesh of my ass.

Suddenly, Shelly suggested a round of shots. That was puzzling 'cause she wasn't even drinking with us. Whatever! No time to think about complicated stuff. More time to wiggle my ass and shake my titties, so much that all eyes were on me. By now, the club was filling up and there were lotsa people seeing me. Yay!

Coming back with four shots of tequila, I sat across David's lap. Dunno why. I did so on a hunch 'cause the dude hadn't gotten a piece of the action yet. However, he had closely watched his buddies. So he instantly slipped his hand down my waistband and started pinching my ass meat.

Phew! The alcohol was really getting to my head, making me lose the rest of my inhibitions. Did I actually have any inhibitions left? Dunno. Don't care. Anyways, the boys were growing weary of chatting and came up with way more fun stuff. Fueled by the alcohol, they started a drinking game. You know quarters? The game that involves players bouncing a coin off a table to hit a shotglass? That was what they did.

Whenever a guy hit a glass, we had to take a sip. Whenever a guy missed the glass, he had to take a sip. Whew! I can tell you I so wasn't good at that game, so much that I ended up sipping lots from my gin tonic.

That was why my drink was the first to be empty. Good thingie, Damon came up with an alternative. Whenever one of the dudes hit the shotglass, I had to dance in front of the table for the rest of the ongoing song. What a bitching idea, right? I mean, I felt like moving anyhow.

Of course, the dudes started playing with newfound favor. Eric was the first to score. It was on! So I got off David's lap and stepped in front of the table. For a few moments, I didn't know what to do! Anyways, my body was faster than my mind. The beat went through my body and made me move. My hips started gyrating on their own. The circling motions got wider and faster with the beat.

Jeez! I was the boys' superior. I was the boys' team leader. Yet, here I was dancing like a go-go girl to their music. It felt so rad, though. Feeling the rhythm, sensing their attention, letting things go.

Who was I kidding anyways. My team members didn't see me as their superior any longer. Nobody said it out loud but it was clear to everyone. I was a senior executive in name but a junior ass-istant in fact.

It all went down so naturally. I didn't have to force it. I just went with the flow. All giggly, I took a coupla sweeping dance steps in my high-heeled overknees that totally made my titties sway. In the tight corset, my boobies bulged outta the neckline massively, so much that every dance move got close to causing a nip slip.

When the song was over, I got back on a dude's lap, choosing Eric this time. I didn't sit there for long 'cause it was my turn to play the game. I tried really hard but missed badly. Surprise... not.

Once again, I found myself standing in front of the table. This time, a dance song was playing so it was lotsa easier to get in the flow. Soon, I had my hands on my hips and my legs apart. Awesome place for my hands actually, 'cause my super long, red-to-white, ombré porn claws starkly contrasted with the shiny black leggings. So sassy!