Jessica's Change Management Ch. 22

A crowd of visitors must have gathered behind me 'cause I heard a flurry of pictures getting snapped. No matter what, I could only take a guess at how many dudes were standing behind me, 'cause I still didn't dare looking back to check, or was it more like I didn't want to ruin the moment? What a contradiction!

"Uuuhhh!" I heard the douchey dudes shout in unison when the next stranger signed my left butt cheek.

Oh boy! It sounded like they had just seen a train crash or stuff. It made me so curious about the things that got written onto my butt.

"Ooohhh!" They called out again.

This time, I had felt the pen close to my asshole. Now, my curiosity was at an all-time high, so much so that I could barely keep still. However, there was only one thing that mattered. The attention! Small fish? Not at all! Big shot? So absolutely!

The fact that I, or more like my ass, was attracting enormous attention was a great rebuttal of Mr. Alum's rude remarks. I really started loving the fact that I was a real attraction at the convention. Even if the reasons for all the attention were a bit lost on me.

I felt the pen getting pressed against my butt too many times to count. Nonetheless, I totally embraced it, 'cause it was an indicator of my success. Eventually, the snapping sounds and collection of signatures was dying down. That was when Mr. Alum stepped up to me, put his arm around my shoulders, and helped me straighten up.

"At least, now, we have all uncertainties clarified, Assy." He reassured me sarcastically.

"Looks like you got good career prospects ahead of you, meat puppet." Merc Dawg quickly stepped up to my other side and underlined his argument with a heavy slap to my fully scrawled ass.

Considering I was on the edge of getting fired, that was good news, sorta, wasn't it? Silly girl! This so wasn't a career option. Don't even think about it, Consultant-me quickly chided me. Anyhow, I was certainly about to get more practice in my role as porno bimbo 'cause the three douchey dudes weren't done with me. Far from it!

After rearranging my shredded schoolgirl uniform, they led me past the booths to the end of the Adult Playground. On our way, we were walking past a big mirror on the side of a booth. That was my chance to check out the signatures and scribbling on my ass. Gosh! I was so dying of curiosity.

Turning around, I bent over and lifted my navy-blue skirt to inspect my fully scrawled ass. Oh wow! My mouth opened in surprise when I saw that the words formed the shape of a heart with the lip tattoos as the top and my bunghole as the lower tip.

My eyes grew wide when I read the words scribbled between my two lips tattoos: 'Plug and play'. Outlining the outer curve of my left cheek stood the names 'Skeeter, Cletus, and Jim Bob'. Outlining the outer curve of my right cheek, it was 'Billy, Buddy, and Virgil. What a demographic!

Spreading my ass cheeks, my mouth gaped open in indignation. A visitor had painted circles around my little butthole like a dartboard and written right on my ringpiece: 'Ace was in the hole'. As if he had stuck his dick in my ass. What a presumption!

Oh jeez! I felt so torn and conflicted! On the one hand, I finally had confirmation that I was able to keep up with the younger pornstars. On the other hand, these obscene remarks only increased me appearance as a trashy, skanky porno bimbo. But wait! This helped looking more like Assy Carr and less like Jessica, right? Right!?!

Whatever! Mr. Alum didn't give me much time to admire the visitors' work and pulled me to the end of the Adult Playground. There were three gates leading to private areas hidden behind a curtain each, the Teazers Lounge, the Sinemax Lounge, and the Kinx Lounge.

Mr. Alum had talked about that bondage area before, and of course, that was where we were going. The lounge was a lot darker than the previous areas and styled like some kinda dungeon. How fitting! Anyway, there were still different booths scattered over the place and the reptile dude led me right over to the first one.

"Gotta say, you sold that butt like a pro, my lil porny." He said. "You deserve a gift for that performance."

As he was gesturing at the shelves, I noticed that it was a fetish jewelry store. Oh boy! I didn't know what to say or how to react. Bimbo-me was super giddy 'cause praise and gift. On the other hand, Consultant-me was super nervous 'cause fetish booth. Anyhow, Mr. Alum's two buddies were already quarreling over which ring to choose.

Remember the rings I was already wearing? Okay, fine! Let me tell you again. First, there were the two golden chains connecting the golden Leopard-print nail tips of my pinkies with my ring fingers. Then there was a golden double-knuckle ring on my right middle finger and a broad golden ring on my right thumb.

Oh jeez! The two douchey dudes still couldn't agree upon one piece of jewelry so I used the waiting time to freshly plump-up my lips. Anyhow, the style of jewelry didn't matter that much to me 'cause the more the merrier, right? It should have mattered, though, 'cause my eyes grew wide when I saw the rings they had picked.

The first one was a gold-plated ring with an open lip design. The design was so broad that it basically covered two fingers. Making it look even trashier were the sparkly rhinestones lining the lips. The second one was an elegantly curved gold band. Oh, on second look, it wasn't a curved band but a word in italic script. And the word was 'cunt'. Goddamnit!

As my former classmates couldn't come to an agreement, Mr. Alum exercised his authority, as in he decided to have me buy both rings. Oh no! Consultant-me cried tears while Bimbo-me giggled bashfully. But it all happened silently in my head while I dutifully paid for the rings.

With a hammy gesture that rivaled Ortega, the reptile dude pushed the lip ring over my left index finger and the cunt ring over my left thump. Oh my! Now my left hand was basically covered with rings, too. There was a slight problem, though. The lip ring was too small, so it got stuck on my first joint. However, the first knuckle style made it look extra trendy. Anyway, a schoolgirl wearing jewelry like that would have certainly gotten expelled from school.

Mr. Alum didn't let me relish my new shiny gifts for long, though. Instead, he signaled for me to head over to the next booth and keep up the stupid presentation stuff. So I found myself giving the cheesiest imitation of a shopping channel host. Again!

There was another problem, though. As I didn't really have time to get used to it, the new jewelry made my grip that much more clumsier. Theatrically, I grabbed the first dildo and it instantly fell to the floor. Holy fuck! With my nail chains, I could only use three fingers. With the clunky lip ring, though, I couldn't squeeze the rubber cock tightly enough. Gosh!

With the douchey dudes' laughter in my ears, I picked up the dildo and presented it by holding it in my left palm and running my right hand along its shaft to show off the dildo's length. Oh wow! These long, fake pornclaws came in super handy when pointing out the dildos' special characteristics or when running them along those silicone shafts. I mean, you needed fine manicured hands when presenting products, right? Way more, you needed fine manicured hands when being in the public eye.

"That's nice 'n all but we've seen your presentation already." Mr. Alum stated not a bit impressed. "Time to prove your sales skills."

"Sell that one, Assy!" He prompted me with a nod to a specific toy.

"That fella looks perfect for the job." He told me with a second nod towards a visitor standing nearby.

Please, what? My fellow graduate wanted me to sell that specific fetish toy? He wanted me to palm a dildo off on some random person? And a man of all people? What a ridiculous assignment!

It was what it was, though. After all, I had just assisted in a workshop for effective sales strategies, right? Besides, I felt like I had already run out of his good will, what with me still not managing to babble all bimboy. No time to dilly-dally then, right? Despite Consultant-me's clamor, I quickly tottered over to the visitor. He was a young dude in his 20s who had looked all too curiously at the wide variety of fetish toys. The moment he noticed me heading towards him, however, he turned around and walked away. Damnit!

The young boy had probably been too shy and reluctant. So not my fault!

That was why I turned around and looked for another dude. Seeing an older man standing at the other end of the booth, I hastily tottered over to him.

"Hiya, mister!" I addressed him.

Even though I still didn't manage to add a filler world, I flashed the fakest smile ever. Gawd, the role reversal! Anyhow, the geezer looked at me all startled, flushing red in the face as if I had caught him with his hands in his pants. Without saying a word, he turned and walked away, too.

Goddamnit! Such an old geezer shouldn't be shy and reluctant. Really not my fault?!

Again, I found myself looking for a visitor willing to talk to me. From the corner of my eye, I saw the three douchey dudes joking at my failure, or more like at my expense. These sons of bitches! However, there was a couple in my age just stepping up to the booth, so I instantly rushed towards them. As soon as I came close, however, the wifey pulled her hubby away and got out of my sight.

Goddamnit! This couple most definitely wasn't shy or reluctant. So my fault!

I was getting desperate here feeling panic surging through me. The way, the douchey dudes were openly laughing at my awkwardness wasn't helping, either. Just then I saw my savior, or was he? Cause it was Mr. Weasel! He was just strolling into the Kinx Lounge all casually. That was my chance to kill two birds with one stone.

The douchey dudes' ridicule was instantly forgotten when I ran to meet the sleazy champ. I only advanced a couple steps, though, 'cause another dude stepped into my way to ask me a question. I didn't even hear what he was saying, 'cause I only got eyes for my target salesman. Leering at my underboobs, though, the visitor continued blocking my way, so I couldn't walk past.

Goddamnit! This dude was the opposite of shy or reluctant. So my total fault!

Oh no! Oh no, no, no! I saw Mr. Weasel turning away. I saw my second chance slipping away. After I had missed jumping at the opportunity in the elevator, I couldn't let it happen again! How many chances would I get? Too bad, the visitor kept talking to me and blocking my way. Obviously, he was really interested in that fetish toy. Oh jeez!

As his eyes were almost tumbling into my cleavage anyway, I grabbed the edge of the freshly cut neckline and pulled it down. As intended, my boobies popped out. Even though I presented my naked assets to a random stranger so nonchalantly, I didn't feel any kinda shame. I was way too focused on the sales champ for that, and I succeeded in getting his attention as he stopped turning and intently looked at me and my titties from afar.

"Hey 'n hello! Welcome to the Kinx Lounge!" I greeted the stranger who was a super nerdy fortyish dude with a fat potbelly and receding hairline. "I'm so sorry but I'm kinda busy right now."

"However, you can feel my boobies as a little appetizer if you like." I freely offered. "What 'bout this. You see me later at the sexpo, you simply say 'Assy Carr is a star', 'n I'll attend to your interests. OK?"

Oh wow! Where was that coming from? I was really embracing that nom de porn here, right? Okay fine! I still didn't manage any bimbo babble. With my lips plumped-up to the max, however, my way of speaking was super mumbly. That should count for something, right?

Anyway, the nerd was partly surprised partly befuddled. Still, he didn't say no to the offer, quickly giving both my tear-shaped fleshorbs a kneading. All the time, I looked Mr. Weasel right in the eye to keep him from walking away. It worked 'cause I hastily rushed over to him when the nerd's curiosity was somewhat quenched for the time being.

"Hiya mister!" I tried to gush enthusiastically. "I can't wait to tell you how excited I'm 'bout seeing you again... like for real."

"I so wanted to present our new toy box to you... like for sure." I tried to combine seducing the sales champ with my toy presentation.

He looked more than unconvinced, 'cause he was a real tough customer for the toys I presented. Oh, you want to know about the fetish toy, right? Okay! It was a hook, as in a stainless-steel hook with an end ball and an open ring at the other end. Not really a tool I would recommend a prim and proper housewife, even less that slimy dude. Yet, that was exactly what I was supposed to do and convincingly at that.

"It's a real deal maker for the ladies." I tried my best sales strategy, forcing a wordplay. "Like an ace in the hole. Pun intended!"

Jeez! This came across as the opposite of bubbly and playfully. Worse, I still wasn't babbling bimboy. The worst? The fierce fatso continued looking unconvinced and ready to walk away. Damned Consultant-me!

In my rising panic, I knew I had to change this up. As I couldn't rely on my bimbo talk, I had to deploy all my drama skills. That was why I gripped the toy with my right fingers and started jerking the steely hook with my left fingers.

"See, you buy this for your wife 'n she knows you care 'bout her pleasure, too." I explained while giving the fake hook a kickass handjob.

I couldn't tell if my arguments were somewhat convincing, but I could see the slimy dude focusing on my manicured hand jerking the hook. That was a start! That was why I started twisting and turning my hand around the large ball at the end while running the tip of my left forefinger over the exposed curve of my underboob. Hah! Now, I had his full attention.

"This makes sure you get a piece of action, mister." I closed the deal. "It's gonna make any girl cum 'n squirt. I guarantee you that, mister, 'cause it turned me into a real squirter... like for sure."

Drawing on my bimbo skills, I tried to emphasize my point by putting my hand to my lips, kissing the tips of my fingers, and blowing a kiss to the fierce fatso. Cocking my head, I flashed my brightest smile while raising my shoulders and fake eyebrows in unison. That should seal the deal! It didn't.

"So you squirt on this?" The fierce fatso asked instead.

"Prove it!" He prompted me when I nodded enthusiastically.

Oh boy! That so hadn't been my intend. I had acted extra bimboy to convince him. I had deployed all my sales tricks, I mean bimbo skills. No matter what, I was out of options. As talking didn't turn out to be my strong suit, I had to rely on my acting more than ever. At that, I really had to crank it up, hadn't I?

"Why don't you do it for me, mister?" I asked with a small voice.

Even though I was fluttering my long, fake eyelashes, I was actually so nervous that my heart was beating in my throat. That steely hook looked massive 'cause the ball probably measured about 2" in diameter. Anyhow, I grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up, presenting my smoothly shaved pussy.

"You wanna take this monster just like that?" The sales champ wasn't shy or reluctant either. "Let's get it nice 'n wet first."

"Umph! Ugh ugh! Urrrggghhhh!" I could only gag in response.

Why? Cause the fierce fatso had promptly shoved the ball into my mouth, or more like through my dinghy cock pillows.

"Shit! Those fake lips look ready to burst!" He remarked. "Purse that trout pout so it looks like a proper cunt, bitch!"

Oh right! The phat ball was so huge that it stretched my freshly plumped-up lips to the max. There must have barely been any wrinkles left. At least, my mouth was clutching the fake hook so tight that no drool spluttered out and ruined my outfit. Phew!

Not soon enough, the fierce fatso pulled the fetish toy out of my mouth 'cause it was really wet and glistening by now. Before I knew what was about to happen, I cringed 'cause he had spit in my face, or more like on my upper lip, as if he was giving me some much-needed liquid after that loss of drool.

"Hehehe! Look at that! Your trout pout's like a ski jump. So fake! The spit won't even dribble off." He commented on my dinghy cock pillows.

Even though the degrading remark made me cringe, I remained standing there bowlegged and ready to get my cunt impaled. However, the slimy dude grabbed my chestnut-golden tresses and used them to roughly turn me around. He positioned me with my face to the booth and my hands on the shelve. Kicking my legs apart, he got me in perfect position for a pat down. Uh-oh!

"Uuuhhh! Ooohhh!" I yelped next, trying hard to muffle my noise.

Instead of a full body search, Mr. Weasel pressed the huge ball against my anal ring. Even though it was super slippery, it didn't slide in that easily, making me grunt from the sheer size and girth. No matter what, he kept adding pressure until the hook popped into my bunghole with a loud snapping noise. Umph!

Just then I felt more insecure than ever. After all, I had promised the sales champ to squirt all over that hook. Right now, though, I had no clue how I could ever make that happen with nothing but anal stimulation. As the ball was so massive, however, the fierce fatso didn't push it in and out but moved it around instead, pulling it down and left and right and up.

"Umph! Umph!" I grunted along with each pull. "Umph! Umph!"

Oh shoot! The butt plugs I had used had been flexible and adapted to my anus. The steely hook, however, didn't adapt at all, totally restricting my movements.

"Ummmphhh!" I grunted louder when Mr. Weasel took the next step.

Grabbing my chestnut-golden tresses, he suddenly tied my hair to the metal loop at the end of the hook. As a result, I got tied-up again, this time with a flexed back. Holy shoot! On top of that, the hook got pulled upwards and the ball started pressing against the tissue to my pussy. Holy fuck! It added a powerful sensation.

With my asshole hooked and my hair tied to the loop, I was totally restricted in my bent-over position, leaving me at Mr. Weasel's whim. What a total submission! In my awkward bent-over position, I saw a bunch of dudes stopping and watching. Oh wow! I was becoming the center of attention again. I was really turning into the breakout star at this convention, wasn't I?

Of course, Merc Dawg was quick to inform the new visitors about my offer. The way he told them about my promise, it sounded like I was only able to make a deal with my body not with my talk. Oh, I see.

Gosh! This was so distracting. I really didn't get into a groove, especially as the sales champ prompted those new visitors to check out the merchandise. He didn't mean the fetish toy, though. Instead, those random dudes were more than eager to step up to me and feel and fondle my boobies, buns, and pussy. Oh, and read the degrading scribbling on my butt, of course. Holy fuck!

With my hair tied to the hook, I couldn't move out of the way. I could only twitch and flinch 'cause the hook made me feel every little move. I was totally helpless and defenseless. That was why I slowly got as hot as bothered. Along with it, the random dudes got increasingly cheeky and audacious, starting to pinch my nipples, slap my ass cheeks, and finger my pussy.

"Umph! Ummmphhh!" My grunts were growing louder.

"Game over, bitch! You failed this customer." Mr. Weasel suddenly exclaimed with a look on his watch. "You won't make me buy this item."

Please what? And why? And how? Apparently, he had set a time limit, which I hadn't even known about. This was so unfair!

"But maybe, just maybe, you're more successful with something else." He gave me a bit of hope.

"What you say, guys? Which toy should the sales whore try to advertise?" He suddenly addressed the other visitors.