Jessica's Change Management Ch. 21

"Ooowww!" I screamed stupefied with horror.

Taking a swing, he had cracked his flat palm against my right cheek. When he heard my appalled cry, he added another crack to my left cheek. Ouch! What a clash! What a crack! Despite the pain and astonishment, I kept my hands on my hips instead of waving them through the air. What a surprise! What a folly!

"Fucking cunt! You're not here to argue, you're here to entertain." He bellowed at me. "You're not the first whore hired for our reward workshops 'n not the last. You're not the youngest 'n not the prettiest. You're just old 'n fake 'n dumb as shit."

"He might have a point, Assy." Sharkboy added cunningly, grinning into my face. "You seemed too slow 'n too stupid to pull off those ass-ercises, didn't you?"

Oh wow! So not true! Consultant-me was ready to spit him in the face for that insolence whereas Bimbo-me was enticed to cave to the rude aggressions. My inner turmoil was raging through my body. It also made my eyes glint angrily while I giggled stupidly.

"Owiiieee! Ouuuch!" I screamed when two more blows reddened my cheeks.

"Too firm, bitch?" The baldhead requested sarcastically when he saw my grimace.

"It's okie... sorta." I answered while my eyes said the opposite.

"You want more, cunt?" He asked with the most penetrating gaze ever.

Clasping my arms underneath my boobies, I got into a super defensive pose. This had gone too far already.

"Oh sir, like totes!" I responded.

Oh my fucking gawd! I couldn't have babbled any more bimboy, surprising myself the most. Once again, Consultant-me and Bimbo-me were acting in polar opposition, my rational side guiding my posture and my girly side controlling my words. Gulp!

WHAM!

This time, the aggressive bullneck slapped my face even harder than before, so much so that my eyes got teary. Still, I continued staring at the fierce bullneck all stubborn and determined. Instead of rubbing my burning cheeks, my hands remained on my hips. Oh wow! Consultant-me's sudden defiance was astonishing.

"More?" The fierce bullneck asked laconically.

"Oh, Assy! You gotta agree you, kinda like, made three stupid arguments there." Sharkboy chimed in all cunningly. "Three entertainment fails get offset with three slaps. Sounds fair to me. Sounds awesome for all the dudes."

Oh boy! Once again, the cunning youngster trumped me. Once again, his arguments seemed too sound to refute. Still, I kept my arms clasped under my titties and turned my head as if dismissing his suggestion.

"Okie... sorta! Like, fine... but not fine! Hihi! I said with the highest-pitched voice ever.

Goddamn turmoil! Goddamn...

WHAM! "Fine?" WHAM! "Or not fine?"

Mr. Aggro quickly picked up on my discordance and indecision, adding two more severe slaps to my searing hot cheeks.

"What 'bout this, cunt." He suggested. "You can choose. Three slaps to that bitchface or two slaps to the face 'n a slap to those fat fleshcans."

"Um..." I hesitated, mostly 'cause Bimbo-me got all excited while Consultant-me cursed the way he called my titties.

I had to react quickly this time and my cheeks were burning like hell already, so much so that I didn't know if I could take any more. That was why the decision was kinda easy.

"Fine... it's face 'n boobies for real." I said in response.

WHAM! "Hihihi!" WHAM! "Hihihi!"

Two times, his hand slapped my cheek from left to right and right to left. Major clashes! Major cracks!

"Aaarrrggghhh!" I cried while tears shot from my eyes.

I was giggling hysterically while keeping my defiant stance and tears ran down my face in torrents. I could barely believe it but the fierce bullneck managed to slap my cheeks even harder than before. OMFG! I had never been slapped that fiercely! My face had never burnt that badly! It felt like he was trying to brand my face with his handprint or carve it in or engrave it or whatever. Totally absurd! Totally perplex! Totally conflicted!

I couldn't even tell what it was that riled him up the most. My stupid responses? The defensive stance? My silly giggling? The defiant glint in my eyes? Anyhow, I didn't have time to find out 'cause Mr. Aggro wasn't done.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" "Wooo!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs while the salesmen shouted in elation. Why? Cause the baldhead slapped my juicy juggs. But not just any kinda slap! He hit me with a chop right across my left funbag that instantly left an angry red handprint. It made such a loud noise that you could probably hear it all over the hotel. Major clash! Major crack!

"Aaarrrggghhh!" "Wooo!"

As I had two 'fat fleshcans', the aggro dude gave my right funbag a chop, too. It was a backhanded palm strike that was even louder and stung even worse, so much so that I finally lost my stance. With my arms flying up to cover my titties, I doubled over. Oh jeez!

"The bitch got flaired!" I heard Mr. Anti cheer from the back.

The sting on my soft titty flesh was indescribable, as in totally off the charts. The fiery handprint glowing on my fake tanned titty meat was ineffable, as in totally beyond good and evil. Damnit! This had been the wrong choice! Once again, the sales dudes had tricked me.

All the same, I only remained bend over for a few seconds before I straightened up and pushed my hands back into my hips to regain my defiant stance. Actually, I expected Mr. Aggro to give my boobies more of those stinging chops due to my stubborn behavior. He only chuckled when he saw me scowling at him, though. Instead, he opened the zipper of my black leggings. Uh-oh!

"Uuuh oooh! Oh oh ooohhh!" I grunted when his touch to my pussy sent a current through my body.

"Oh oh ooohhh!" I groaned when I realized that my snatch was leaky.

Shoot! I so didn't want to admit it, but his fingers were hitting a sweet spot there. My clit was engorged and my pussy drenched, so much so that I was aroused to the max. In response, I got into an even bigger defense stance with arms clasped beneath my titties. Still, my crotch shot out and basically tried to hump those fingers. Of course, the fierce bullneck reacted by pulling his hand out of reach.

"You want more slaps, cunt?" He asked, his gaze even more penetrating than before.

Consultant-me instantly raised my brows in the most disparaging way ever, which was kinda comical considering my fake, drawn-on eyebrows.

"Please, oh, pretty please!" Bimbo-me whimpered in the most giggly way ever.

WHAM! "Aaahhh!" WHAM! "Aaahhh!"

CHOP! "Aaarrrggghhh!" "Wooo!"

CHOP! "Aaarrrggghhh!" "Wooo!"

Mr. Aggro fiercely cracked his palm across my cheeks before he hit my big ole funbags with two severe chops. The strikes were ultra ferocious, so much so that they would have floored me. Only the two fingers the bullneck had driven up my sloppy slit kept me on my feet.

When he stopped slapping the shit out of me, he fingerbanged my twat so hard that my legs got all wobbly and my knees buckled again. I was crying so much 'cause my cheeks felt numb and my boobies stung. I was screaming so much 'cause pleasure was ravaging my body.

"Aaahhhh! Yaaahhh!" I shouted louder than ever.

The baldhead cracked his palm against my cheek another time. Coincidentally, he pinched my clit as roughly as you could imagine. My entire body quaked when I came, so much so that my legs finally gave way. With a sloppy sound, Mr. Aggro's fingers slipped from my pussy, or more like they got flushed out 'cause I was squirting. Oh no! I was cumming so hard that I had a squirting orgasm from getting face slapped and tit chopped and finger banged. Gasp!

No matter the reasons, I was totally riding the waves of my orgasm. The pleasure was intense. The ecstasy was overwhelming. The squirting was immense. Oh yeah! Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!

Coming down from my high, however, I started noticing the searing pain. I could still feel the fierce bullneck's fingers on my cheeks like they had gotten branded into my skin. My whole face felt like I was holding it to a fire. Holy fudge! Anyhow, I remained in my defensive stance, not rubbing my cheeks, until the brute baldhead grabbed my chestnut golden tresses and pulled me over to the massage tool. Before I knew it, he had bent me over with my face right over the roller stick.

"Assy, Assy! We're in a good mood today, for sure." Sharkboy was quick to announce. "That's why we're so kind to except your apology."

"Apology my ass. The cunt proved she ain't capable of pulling off an exercise." Mr. Aggro interrupted him. "She needs help to prepare the equipment."

In response, I looked up at him in total outrage. He used that moment of indignation to push his forefingers into my mouth and crook them. Remember my recent use of the lip enhancer? The dinghy style really came in handy for him 'cause he could easily hook my plumped-up lips and pry my mouth open. Oh my god! I literally felt like a trout on a hook. Gulp!

"Ough ough ough!" I choked seconds later.

The fierce bullneck had spat a glob of drool right against my uvula, making me gag and retch massively. Even more so, I was twitching and jerking epically. Despite that, I didn't flail or thrash around. Instead, I kept my bent-over position, putting my hands on my knees and looking daggers at the brute baldhead. What a contrast!

"Oh look, Assy fell for it hook, line, 'n sinker." Sharkboy remarked scornfully.

Mr. Aggro illustrated the joke by making full use of my dinghy lips turning my head this way and that way on his fingerhook. Eventually, he held my face in front of the cunning youngster until he had spat another gob of spittle into my mouth. With that, the bullneck started turning my head back and forth between them so they could fill my facehole with their yukky slobber.

"Ough ough ough!... Ewww! Ough ough ough!... Ewww!" I choked and whined.

Gawd! I couldn't stop gagging and whimpering. I couldn't stop looking indignant and shooting daggers, either. I couldn't be more disgusted and grossed out, mostly. Maybe, the sales dudes didn't care. Probably, it urged them on. Definitely, they continued. Only until my choking caused some drool to sip out of my mouth, though.

"Ough ough ough! Aaargh!" My coughing got interrupted by a scream.

Another major slap to the face renewed the searing pain on my cheek and refreshed the red fingerprints branded into my skin. Yet, I didn't give up my bent-over position. Instead of reaching up to rub my hurting skin, I continued glaring and scowling. Damned Consultant-me!

"Fucking cunt, you need it all spelled out?" The baldhead ranted. "No spilling! Swallow it all, bitch!"

Oh jeez! Can you say disgusting? I prepared to lament when I caught myself gulping the vile slop with my head held high. Goddamned Consultant-me! Despite my display of defiance, it was ultra gross, so much so that it made my skin crawl. No matter what, the fierce bullneck quickly reopened my dinghy lips and the circle of disgust started anew.

"Ough ough ough!... Ewww! Ough ough ough!... Ewww!" I was choking and whining so much that tears ran down my face.

Over and over, the two sales dudes spat a gob of spittle into my pried open mouth. Again and again, they literally used me as a spittoon. Time after time, I shuddered in disgust while keeping my hands on my knees. Ugh!

It took forever until their mouths seemed to go dry. My mouth, by contrast, went the opposite route, overflowing with icky liquid. And by saying icky, I mean super yukky, ultra disgusting, über-gross and all of it cranked up to the max! Nonetheless, I so didn't let any of the drool spill out. All the same, I knew they wanted me to swallow it all when they were finally done.

Easier said than done, though. Why? Cause it wasn't just Bimbo-me and Consultant-me fighting in my head. My revolt was so big that it made my throat muscle constrict preventing the drool to go down my gullet. No matter what, I tried, I really tried, to gulp the vile load of slobber down while keeping my defiant position. With my throat muscle constricting and my skin crawling, however, I only managed to swallow tiny drop after tiny drop. That made the whole ordeal even worse 'cause the gross-out lasted way longer. I couldn't even tell how many gulps I needed to get it all down.

Oh my gawd! Getting fed their spit was humiliating. Drinking the spit was beyond humiliating. And by that, I mean super degrading, ultra abasing, über-demeaning and all of it cranked up to the max! On top of that, Bimbo-me ended up embarrassed by my failure to swallow the whole load in one go whereas Consultant-me continued ranting about getting turned into a spittoon.

"I see, the cunt needs more help preparing the fitness equipment." Mr. Aggro hissed in disappointment before thrusting two fingers down my throat.

"Urgh urgh urgh!... Ewww! Urgh urgh urgh!... Ewww!" I retched and howled.

Driving his fingers as deep as he could, the baldhead started fingerbanging my throat like it was a sloppy pussy. As if! Soon, my mouth refilled with slobber even though it was mine this time or was it? Apropos sloppy. His rough and rapid throat fucking elicited the most gurgling noises ever.

No matter what, he kept on until I reared up and a huge barrage of throat slime gushed from my mouth. It was so ultra thick and extra slushy! What did I say about icky before? This took it to a whole new level!

Anyway, it splashed all over my pink top, basically drenching it with liquid, so much so that the zebra style fabric got all glistening and see-through. The fierce bullneck, however, quickly pushed my face over the fascia tool so the rest of the slobber splattered all over the thick stick.

Just as quickly, Mr. Aggro's fingers were back down my throat. Along with it, the brutal fingerfucking and the sloppy noises. Oh jeez! He acted like he was literally trying to unclog a blocked pipe with a plunger, or more like a clogged cum dumpster or spittoon or whatever. Gasp!

He was drilling my mouth the same way he had fucked my twat before as if it didn't make a difference to him. It totally made a difference for me, though. The pussy fucking had giving me total pleasure, the throat banging gave me brutal heaving and retching. Ugh!

No matter how much my body twitched and jerked, no matter how much I gagged and howled, it didn't stop the baldhead from ravaging my gullet. As a result, I started retching up the spit they had just fed me. Total gross out!

It didn't take long until a fresh barrage of recycled slobber sprayed from my lips. This time, I followed the baldhead's lead so all of the drool splashed over the roller stick. I caught myself staring at the pole, astonished by the mass and mess. Tihi! Or more like uh-oh! Why? Cause the entire act was the nastiest thing ever. First, the sales reps had filled me up with their spit, and now they were basically pumping it back out. So redundant, and thus so disgraceful! They had basically turned me from their cum dumpster to their spit recycler. Totally useless, and thus totally disgraceful!

A sharp tug on my hair interrupted me. As soon as Mr. Aggro had straightened me up, he kicked my legs apart, and pushed me down into a squatting position with my pussy hovering over the thick pole.

"Oh Assy, even in your age you learned some new thingy. Ain't that awesome, like totally?" Sharkboy exclaimed. "Now, the tool's, like so totally, ready and prepared for the super squats!"

"And 1..." He started counting without missing a beat.

Holy fudge! This was happening way too fast! I couldn't even react before Mr. Aggro gave my shoulders a sharp push, pressing my exposed pussy onto the stick. Good thing, I had greased it to the max before. Just then that super degrading gag session didn't look so bad anymore.

"And 2... and 3..." Sharboy continued counting in mocked enthusiasm.

The youngster didn't give me any time to catch a breath. Instead, he was totally hustling me while the baldhead mercilessly pressed my shoulders down. All agitated, I barely managed to wriggle my pussy over the top of the stick. Fortunately, my pussy was totally drenched 'cause no way I would have gotten the thick pole up my cunt any other way. Even though Bimbo-me was more than eager to start humping the fascia tool, I once more positioned my hands on my knees to keep a somewhat defiant posture. All that in a haste. All that with squats. All that in Sharkboy's rhythm. Umph!

Fortunately, Mr. Aggro released my shoulder after a while. Unfortunately, Sharkboy's counting remained high-paced. Oh no! I had to give up my defensive posture to keep my balance. Pushing my butt back and stretching my arms forward, I looked like I was doing some real squats. As a result, my upper arms squeezed my boobies while my humping made them bounce. They were basically bobbing around massively, tugging at my drenched zebra style top.

"And 8... and 9... and wink!" He finished.

Even though I could only do mini squats to keep the stick up my snatch, the massage roller was long enough to give my cunt an extensive ride. When the cunning youngster called for the wink, though, I didn't have a choice. Consequently, I straightened up until the tool slipped out of my pussy with a treacherously squelching sound. To follow his command, I leaned back and assumed the bridge pose. With my feet and shoulders on the ground, I lifted my buns into the sky. As I kept my legs spread wide, the audience got treated to a perfect view down my core. From the drilling, I felt my slit gaping wide and my pussy lips gleaming with juices. Definitely a wink there!

"Aaand... 1 and 2 and 3..." Sharkboy restarted the counter, raising his mock enthusiasm a couple notches.

He really made me scamper around to keep up with his speed. Still, I tried my best to walk back to the pole with my head held high. At least, I didn't need the help of Mr. Aggro this time, which made me proud in a way. Even though I grunted noisily when the thick rod filled my hot box, I squatted in rhythm. It made my big, ole funbags tear on my drenched top to the bursting point and caused dirty, smacking sounds to emanate from my pussy.

"And 8 and 9 and wink!" He finished after upping the tempo.

Keeping the balance was really hard by now, so much so that I started sweating buckets. Still, I ploughed on 'cause Consultant-me wouldn't allow another embarrassment like a face plant. No matter what, the speed and girth and length were getting to my head, or more like to the sensitive nerve endings in my pussy. Truth be told, a part of me was relieved when the cunning youngsters called for the wink whereas another part mourned for the loss of filling.

Anyway, I quickly assumed the bridge position and spread wide for inspection. It's hard to believe how exposed and vulnerable I felt in that position, especially with no way to do it gracefully and 5 pairs of eyes gazing at me as if they were trying to catch sight of my inner core.

"Aaand... 1, 2...!" Sharkboy didn't stop speeding up the exercise.

Hounded by his count, I still forced myself to keep moving gracefully. Yet, I basically had to jump at the stick to get there in time. Assuming the squat position, I hinged at the hips with my butt pushed back and my chest pulled up. By now, my cunny was so leaky I barely had to spread my slit open as it easily welcomed the thick pole.

"And 1, 2, 3!" He began.

Right from the start, I humped the massage tool all fiercely. The pace was ultra high, so much so that I felt like a basketball getting bounced off the floor although it looked more like my titties bounced like fleshballs.

"7, 8, 9!" He continued without missing a beat.

With my clothes already askew from the previous rides, my crop top didn't stand much of a chance. My soft titty meat was basically bandying about, so much so that it distended the zebra-style fabric in every direction until it couldn't stretch any further. At the count of 6, my left nipple slipped out. At the count of 7, both funbags had fully plopped out of their confines. Fully liberated, my titty flesh bounced and jiggled massively, so much so that my juicy juggs almost slapped me in the face.