Jessica's Change Management Ch. 23

The fact that he was a recruit was revealed by the lack of tattoos covering his body. Unlike the full LGZ members I had met so far, he only sported a single tattoo on each upper arm. Actually, I sported more tattoos by now. So basically, I was more LGZ than him. Tihi!

"Fuckin' hoe! Gotta push sum mo' packs, but I'ma gonna fuck da shit outta dem puta's culo grande!" He hissed at me. "Ya bettah prepare dat phat ass, biatch!"

Oh boy! That kinda sounded like a threat, didn't it? Anyway, it totally took my breath away 'cause rude. Especially, as it was a super stark contrast to the sweet predecessor dude. Actually, though, that crudity and roughness was exactly what I had wanted and desired and craved all along. Literally, I needed that pent-up frustration and built-up tension drilled outta me, like getting the nonsense pounded outta me. Duh!

Besides, I could be certain that I had the dude's attention. Now, I wanted his admiration. So I better not screw this up, right? That was why I hastily tottered over to my car. After all, I had been ordered to prepare, and I needed some kinda tools for that, didn't I?

That shopping trip really came in handy 'cause I had bought lotsa groceries, as in some vegetables and stuff like that. In my haze, I chose the biggest and longest vegetable of them all. Of course! Duh! What it was? A zucchini.

Okie! I had the tool, now I needed the right platform. Before, I had used the pillar like a strip pole. Now, it was time for my car to play the part. Remember the super hot car wash I had performed for Sir Da Rod and his gang buddies? It had been awesome entertainment then, it would be amazing bimbotainment now.

So what did I do? Easy! I walked around my sports car in the most seductive way, as in sashaying like the bestest stripper and gyrating like the bestest pornstar. Reaching the front, I was literally about to present what was under my hood, 'cause by now this luxury bimbo body was more pimped than my sports ride. Tihi!

First, though, I had to do some thingie about my smeared boobies, right? That was why I stopped at the passenger door and opened it. Stepping behind the inside of the opened door, I made sure that the recruits had a perfect view from the corner. After all, this bimbotainment was for them.

Slightly bowing my knees, I lowered my body until my juicy, but mostly smeary, juggies were at level with the door window, literally bringing them abreast. Tihi! Anyhow, I didn't hesitate to lean forward until my titty meat got firmly pressed against the glass. And with firm, I meant super forcefully 'cause I didn't stop until my titty flesh bulged out to all sides as if my funbags were getting squashed. My boobies basically looked like I was trying to squeeze them hard enough to burst my flesh balloons asunder.

Keeping my titties squashed against the glass, I started moving in circling motions as if I was doing some kinda window cleaning although I was more like soiling it, what with me daubing the glass with the white creamy smudge. Whatever! No way, my car could get more defiled than its bimbo owner with the spunk filled cunny and cream smeared titties. Duh!

Anyhow, I continued spinning and squashing my big boobies as if I was trying to daub some tiny cracks in the glass with cream, leaving white, sludgy streaks and stripes on the window. I so didn't stop until my fleshorbs were cream free. I so didn't stop until there was only a bit of creamy slop remaining in my cleavage, which I totally had a use for.

Having a clean chest, I walked to the front of the car. Turning around, I bent over the hood super deep, so much so that I squashed my boobies again. This time mashing them on the hood until they bulged out on the sides of my chest. This way, my super short hot pants were on purr-fect display, what with the pink material riding high up my ass crack.

Keeping my funbags squashed, I started twerking 'cause practice. By now, I was really awesome at it after all the booty shaking and stripping and lap dancing at the after-work party and workshop and sexpo. It basically was one of my most tried-and-tested bimbo moves. Yay!

Anyway, all the twerking not only showed off my fake tanned booty and ass-eating pants, but also the tear in the middle that let my cunny lips peak through. Reaching back, I grabbed my meat curtains and pushed them out through the ragged hole. Then I spread my ass cheeks wide, so much so that the pink booty shorts slipped that much deeper up my ass crack. As if that was really possible! After stretching my buns apart to the max, I let my butt cheeks go abruptly, making my booty snap back together. I repeated the spreading and snapping and snatching action until I was sure that all the recruits were drooling at the sight. What an elastic ass!

Actually, that was kinda counterproductive 'cause it distracted them and kept them from pushing their dope to earn their reward aka the barrio bimbo. Stop overthinking, girl! You're a bimbo! Duh!

Whatever! Time to fire the next salvo! As in pushing my long, fake nails into the tear to widen it. After all, it was all about showing what was under the hood aka presenting my clitty and asshole, right? While continuing to spin and pivot my booty, I ripped the hole further apart. Oh wow! I was basically turning my pink booty shorts into a miniskirt here, 'cause in the end the tear reached from my clitty to my bunghole.

With that goal achieved, I straightened up and turned around. Sitting my ass onto the hood, I lowered my back until I was lying there flatly. Placing my feet in the far out corners right above the headlights, I splayed my legs ultra wide apart to show off my crotch with the big ragged hole exposing my pussy and butthole. I literally looked like an island with two mountains and a deep wide canyon, with three tunnels and in need of rails. Tihi!

About those rails. I put that zucchini right between my big, ole funbags. Cupping my juicy juggies from the sides, I pressed them together epically to literally wedge the vegetable into my cleavage. At this point, the molten ice-cream sticking to my flesh canyon came in super handy 'cause I used the vanilla slop to grease the zucchini. Slowly, I moved my boobies up and down, making my titty flesh slide up and down the green rod. Total titty job! Total tititainment!

All the lube was super important 'cause I had a task to fulfil. That was why I made sure to cover the entire top of the vegetable with smeary cream before I reached down. Fortunately, the hole in my pants was big enough for me to easily find it in my horizontal position.

After slipping the zucchini through the ragged hole, I placed the vegetable right in between my ass cheeks. That had been easy. The next part, though, would be way harder. The problem? A zucchini didn't have the cone shape with pointy top like a butt plug. Instead, it was massive from end to end, as in about 2 inches. Gulp!

I guess I shoulda thought about that beforehand and chosen my teasing tool more carefully. Nah! Are you nuts, girl? All that thinking woulda taken way too long. Anyway, the choice had been made and I had to deal with it, 'cause I couldn't back out now.

Anyway, every job had its difficulties, right? So I slid the fat tip of the zucchini up and down my ass crack to really grease up my puckered backdoor with cream. Positioning the vegetable at my little asshole, I started pushing and pressing and shoving and jabbing and poking and whatever word you know for thrusting. At least, I managed more tries at plumbing my bunghole than I got words for it. Tihi!

My ass didn't give way to the massive girth, not like that anyway. Gosh! My frustration was growing to the next level. Totally upsetting! Totally depressing! It made me feel so unskilled and so inept. This shouldn't happen to a well-trained bimbo. This couldn't happen to a professional stripper. This wouldn't happen to an experienced pornstar. Gulp!

That was why I tried a different approach. Placing my feet on the car hood and lifting my ass up in the air, I got into a bridge position. This yoga stuff was really helping a bimbo out in any tricky situation, wasn't it? Anyhow, with the zucchini positioned upright, my booty was basically hovering right above it. As I was holding the vegetable in place with both my manicured hands, I had to work my ass without any help here.

That was what I did. I gyrated my hips as if circling bait like a shark before pushing my ass down against the green tip. I repeated the motion several times with swift motions, literally like snatching at the bait.

Oh jeez! I really tried to look like a greedy, cock-hungry, dick-addicted slut here. Actually, I was a greedy, cock-hungry, dick-addicted slut after all the setbacks. Duh! No matter what, I guess I succeeded 'cause the recruits were watching me. Even the brawny dude looked over although he had already claimed his price when I let out a noisy grunt from the tip of the zucchini splitting my ass. Disappearing between my juicy buns, the green rod poked against my backdoor. As my ringpiece didn't relent that easily, I pushed and pressed and all those other fancy words...

My butthole really resisted here, which was totally disappointing and underwhelming after all that anal training. I had always fancied myself a great performer when it mattered most so this was super confusing and mega frustrating. Don't think about it, girl! Just keep plugging away at that defiant ass and the rest will follow.

That was why I continued working that booty, literally like busting my backdoor and pounding my tail end. Tihi! Inch by inch, I felt my tight anal ring giving way. Inch by inch, I felt the vegetable sliding up my bunghole.

Umph! I really felt my ass muscle stretching and spreading and dilating and whatever. Good thingie, I got that creamy slop to grease the massive zucchini 'cause it allowed me to slowly slide my ass chute up and down that green rod. Every time I moved down, I buried more of that huge stick up my butt. No matter how hard I tried, though, I didn't manage to plant more than half the length up my bunghole and only mustered a super slow speed. So unprofessional! So jack-leg! Totally embarrassing! Totally disappointing!

To distract myself from that bummer, I started frigging my clitty with my right hand. I was literally putting the pedal to the metal, or more like the scratching to the itching. Yay! I was really alternating between circling and diagonal motions intermixed with tapping and slapping. I literally spun my clitty like a DJ scratching his record. Yay! Yay!

Gosh! This felt so awesome! Especially after that super long time of teasing and stripping and stuff. So much built-up tension! I was really getting into the groove here, so much so that I started gyrating my hips and sliding my ass up and down that massive shaft with new-found enthusiasm. The feeling of getting stuffed was becoming amazing! Especially after all that booty shaking and twerking. So much anal stretching! So much pleasure!

It also brought more attention to me and my efforts 'cause Flaco strolled over to the underpass. He didn't walk up to me to grab my assets or take over control or stuff. Dang! More frustrations! More disappointment! Instead, he leaned against that pillar I had used as stripper pole and lit a cig.

"Any fuckin' hoodrat can stuff 'em shittah." He remarked while taking a drag. "U wanna be a real fuckin' LGZ hoe, u bettah squirt hard as fuck, puta!"

Oh jeez! The way he said it made it sound like the most normalest thingie ever, like a skill you would inquire about at any given job interview. His casual demeanor, however, spurred me on more than any other thingie. Changing stuff up, I pushed two fingers into my sopping pussy while I continued rubbing my clitty with my thumb. Pressing my fingers against my anterior pussy wall, I found my sweet spot swifter than ever. Practice makes perfect. Tihi! By now, I was squeezing my most precious area from both sides while grinding my booty and stretching my asshole. All of that while lying on the hood of my car in a public place. What a mixture of sensations! What a mixture of disgrace!

Honk! Honk!

Just when I was getting close and ready, a car passed by. It didn't stop at the corner to buy dope. It didn't show the LGZ signs, as in bouncing a buncha times. It was just a random car with random people inside. Gasp!

That totally distracted me. It was more the sudden surprise than the exposure, though. After all, they weren't the first strangers to see my boobies. However, they were the first to see me acting all porny with my cunny and assy stuffed! They weren't just happening upon some exhibitionistic chick but a real whore advertising her skills. Gulp! By default, I felt the need to show these strangers what was under my hood. That was why I pulled my fingers from my coochie and spread my pussy lips wide, so much so that I presented my inner pink flesh and hard clitty. Badaboom!

HONK! HONK!

The blaring horn was a surefire signal that the random strangers had seen all I got before driving off. Oh wow! Oh dang! The distraction had made me edge but not squirt. Those strangers had totally gotten in the way of my squirty slut show. Worse, though, I didn't get a second chance. Why? Cause the longhaired thug was suddenly towering over me. Apparently, he had reached the targeted goal or amount of dope or whatever.

"Look at 'em biatch! Ya wanna get pulled in da hood, cha gonna get put on da hood!" He made a joke at my expense.

"Time to get real, biatch!" He quickly got serious. "Put up or shut up, puta! What's it gonna be?"

SLAP! SLAP!

Before I had a chance to react or respond or reply, he had already given me two slaps to my face, hitting both cheeks rudely. Ouchie! Ow dang! I was really at the gang's mercy without D-Rod protecting me. Even though Flaco was walking up to my car after he had finished his cig, he didn't show any kinda signs to protect me. By now, the third recruit had joined us as well although he wouldn't help me either. In fact, they were all standing around me and watching the bimbotainment. Only Knuckles remained at the corner.

As I sulked from the bitchslaps, Curly Locks gripped my legs and roughly pulled on them. No way did he pay any kinda regard to the massive zucchini placed on the hood and impaling my poor butthole. So reckless! So ruthless! With my back hitting the engine cover and my body sliding forward, my feet landed on the bumper bar. As Curly Locks kept my legs splayed wide, my lower back rested on the edge and my ass with the vegetable sticking out hovered in the air. In fact, it didn't really hover for long 'cause the gang boy swiftly pushed his body against mine and plunged his hard cock up my pussy. Umph!

I noisily yelped from the sudden penetration. So slap-bang! So wham-bam! Actually, it was super abrupt, so much so that it drove the air outta my lungs. Additionally, it was also super forceful, so much so that it woulda bumped my body up the hood if the dude hadn't held me in place. Mostly, his tool was super thick, so much so that it totally stretched out my snatch.

Oh my gosh! I wasn't really used to getting both my bangholes stuffed at the same time. Okie, fine! I had gotten double plugged before but not with monster dongs like that. At least, me and my holes needed some time to adjust to the size and girth, which I didn't get. As if! In total contrast, the longhaired dude hammered away at my cunny from the very start.

Even though the green rod up my butt was super thick and mega massive, he pummeled my coochie hard enough to make the vegetable slide outta my ass slowly but steadily. Of course, Curly Locks noticed it, too. In reaction, he grabbed the zucchini and started using it like his second dick.

What I meant with that? The Latin dude basically started controlling my bangholes, as in alternately stuffing my pussy and assy. He didn't really care for rhythm or variation much, though. Instead, he simply took turns ramming one stick in while yanking the other out although he never fully pulled out. The way the gang recruit drilled away at a tearing pace, he was literally dicking me down. I couldn't move or respond or do any kinda thingie except yelp and grunt. He fucked as sophisticated as a steamroller, like literally. Totally reckless! Totally ruthless!

Oh my gawd! He really banged away in the most hardcore porno style ever, which wasn't that surprising 'cause these youngsters had probably seen more porn clips than fucked actual women. Duh! Anyhow, the brute force of his sledgehammer method totally dealt me a stretched-out-snatch and stretched-out-shitter. The way he put me through my paces, he reduced me to a grunting blow-up doll, which was exactly what I wanted 'cause bimbo. Actually, I wasn't really uttering any guttural sounds, but more like high-pitched squeals. I literally squealed like a stuck pig 'cause I totally felt like a stuck pig, what with the epic pounding.

Anyhow, the longhaired recruit so didn't give a fudge about me or my emotions or pleasure or whatever. So objectifying! So commodifying! No matter what, I greedily took whatever Curly Locks dished out 'cause I really wanted him to take control. So satisfying! So liberating! Truth be told, his careless, misogynistic treatment was exactly what I needed and wanted and desired after all the setbacks and delays and frustrations. So no resistance! So no opposition!

As a result, I couldn't move in a controlled manner or speak in a coherent way. No way! That was why I simply let go, taking his major dickdown. I was getting increasingly heady and high on that epic stretching. Actually, the Latin dude was kinda like fucking me silly here.

Screwing for an SOS! Screwing for an SOS!

I hope that bad boy gives me... wreckage of my bangholes!

As I said silly bimbo! Had I been able to, I woulda screamed that out. Had I been able to, I woulda called for more. Had I been able to, I woulda cheered Curly Locks on. Too bad, I could only squeal and gasp and pant. So mindless! So bimboy!

Losing track of time, I simply enjoyed the way the rude recruit seized hold of my body and claimed my bangholes. Finally, some dude who knew how to spoil and pamper a bimbo. Tihi! Anyhow, Curly Locks eventually pushed his meaty tool outta my leaky pussy. Gosh! My cunny must have gaped really wide, 'cause it felt totally empty and laid bare. Even though there was no more pussy pounding going on, I continued squealing and gasping as if it was still continuing 'cause aftershocks.

Anyway, the Latin dude wasn't about to abandon his possession. Instead, he continued treating me like a blow-up doll by rudely grabbing my hips and roughly turning me over onto my belly. Grasping my bottle-blonde tresses, he used my hair to push me around, not giving a dang if he ripped out some of my two-toned hair or not. Oh jeez! The rude recruit literally used me like a mop to wipe the engine cover with my boobies and flat belly. Umph!

However, he had a specific destination in mind, what with him positioning my body laterally on the sleek metallic hood. He continued yanking on my bleached blonde hair until my head and chest protruded beyond the hood. Then he pushed me back squashing my big, ole funbags against the fender until my fleshy titty meat bulged over the edge. What a droolworthy sight! What a salacious sight!

"Gotta get real, biatch!" The recruit remarked. "Ya wanna be LGZ, ya gotta fuck barrio style! Grab 'em heels 'n say ahh, puta!"

What the heck? I was as real as fudge! I was as LGZ as fudge!

What did he mean with that heel thingie anyway? Oh, righty! Heel grabbing, as in the bow pose in yoga! Not that hard to figure out to be frank. That was why I reached behind me while I lifted my legs. Keeping my arms completely extended, I grabbed my heels. To achieve the position, I really had to bend my legs and flex my back. Oh jeez! I was totally rendered motionless! Oh boy! I literally looked like a high-strung bow! Oh Lordy! My mouth and boobies were totally exposed and at Curly Lock's mercy like that.