Jessica's Change Management Ch. 25

Holy shoot! No way did I want to revisit the police station. That holding tank had been way too grody. Getting interrogated by the police captain had been way too embarrassing. A second interrogation would be so much worse. More than that, I so wouldn't be able to come up with another bullshit excuse this time around. As if!

Fortunately, Sosa didn't take me to the police station. Phew! Where we headed instead? To a familiar place. Gasp! Which one? The local medium security prison. Gulp! Remember? I had met the LGZ gang lord there. Shoot! Some of my nastiest humiliations had happened there. Anyhoo, still better than the police station, right?

When the moustache dude marched me into the main building, I noticed that little had changed except for the fact that the security guards skipped the entire body search. As I was already in handcuffs, they seemed satisfied with the simple security check. After that, Crooked Cop was joined by the Asian security guard, you know the dude with small stature but extra thick, muscular arms I had sucked off on my last visit.

From the main building, the two law enforcement officers led me through the facility and headed straight to the fenced off area with the construction trailers. Oh boy! The razor wire fence was still totally intimidating. Oh Lordy! The pending visit to the gang lord was just as intimidating.

At the end of the day, however, I was still an LGZ hoe, so he was basically my boss, wasn't he? As a boss, he was responsible for my well-being and job satisfaction, right? Then again, he probably wasn't thrilled about a new employee alerting the police and drawing the cops' attention to the gang activities. He possibly wasn't happy about a new employee disobeying him and his orders to stay outta the barrio. Definitely, maybe. Definitely, whatever! There wasn't much I could do about it 'cause outta my hands. Duh! That was why my flesh crawled harder than ever when we approached the construction trailers. That was why my heart pounded faster than ever when I saw the trailer looking as old and rusty as last time.

Remember my first trip to the prison? I had literally stood out like a beauty revelation. With the showstopper of a pink mini dress, I had looked like Perez' purr-fect trophy wife. To the point that the gang lord had made me redress in a super trashy hooker outfit. This time, I already looked the whore part, what with the cheap yellow spandex and tacky crocodile print. At least, that would put 'El Rey del LGZ' in a positive mood. Ya-nay!

Problem? Despite my nervousness and jitters, I really had to focus to remember all the stuff that had happened last time, like that hospitality gift thingie and all. I was really making an effort here to recollect the stuff. That was why I instantly got onto my hands and knees when I stepped into the trailer 'cause LGZ pet. See? Recalled a thingie! Yay!

Crawling into a corner, I let Sosa do the talking. Looking around, it all appeared as decrepit and shabby as last time with the unclad metal walls and windows taped shut. The king size bed had the same red silk bed linen and red heart-shaped pillows. Of course, there were still the two huge mirrors hanging above and over the bed as well. Duh!

The way, the two law enforcement officers reported back to Mr. Perez made it appear as if El Rey was the one running the prison. With his snow-white hair and fit built, he totally looked the part of the warden. Only those canvas deck shoes and the khaki overall betrayed his position. The way, people were going in and out of this trailer, he sure had lotsa influence in the prison and beyond.

Whatever! As Sosa gave account of my latest barrio mishap, I had the chance to continue my preparations. Looking into my crocodile pattern clutch, I had recalled some other stuff. Ever since the first visit to the correctional facility, I was carrying a buncha cigars in my purse. After all, prevention was better than cure, like literally, right? Remember what to do with it? I sure did! Yay! Another beautifool recall.

On all fours, I grabbed the checkered hemline of my yellow hot pants and pushed the spandex aside, basically crumbling them up the way Checo had done before. As a result, I could reach back and stick that cigar up my butthole. Easy peasy!

"Come here, pet!" The gang lord interrupted the cop and addressed me directly. "I hear it's causing trouble again! This is becoming bothersome."

Gosh, chica! So not in the mood for another preachy lesson. Better remember, diva! LGZ pets aren't supposed to talk but look pretty only. Let's ride this one out without ruffling any feathers.

Holy moly! My new best friends had fallen silent when Crooked Cop had arrested me. No surprise there 'cause it had been the worst-case-scenario for all of me, beautifool or bimbecile or whatever. Now, that I was facing the LGZ boss, they were back at each other's throat. Holy shoot! They were literally like cat and dog again. Holy fudge! All that bickering had caused this disaster in the first place.

Squabbling or not, I quickly got into a kneeling position, clenching my asshole to keep the cigar in place. After all, this was way too important to let it be ruined by my indecisiveness! Shaking my shoulders, I made my new babies jiggle underneath the yellow racing jacket as if to say no. So far, I was doing an awesome job with the whole recollection thingie, wasn't I?

"Looks like the pet's more of a hucow nowadays." Perez complimented me on my upgrades, sorta.

"If it helps with the revenue..." He added less flatteringly.

Oh dang! That so wasn't a nice compliment. As if I shoulda been expecting any kinda nice thingies here, right? Anyhow, it only intimidated me that much more. Still, I couldn't linger, so I crawled over to the old geezer who was sitting on his big king size bed. Without request, I draped my body over his lap, as in putting my flat stomach across his knee so my boobastic boobies dangled down on one side and my bootilicious butt stuck up on the other side.

"So... the hucow feels like it needs some schooling?" Perez commented on my excessive entrance.

Oh boy! That hadn't been my intention, like not at all! Nay, vulg-ho! We've only tried to be dutiful like an obedient LGZ pet. Yay, damsel! This is our chance to impress the gang lord like a brilliant bimbo barbie.

"At least, the pet has learned how to dress and behave." El Rey commented on my ultra tight, über-tacky spandex outfit.

See, chica! He's totally content with his LGZ bimb-ho. He's totally pleased with our bimbo behavior. Wait, diva! He's still set on putting us into our place, isn't he? No time to get cocky!

In fact, Perez continued his schooling by pulling the cigar from my ass. Of course, he had me clean it first with my mouth 'cause anal flavor. Duh! Despite the vile, bitter taste, I totally purred like the bestest tease ever. After all, I was more than willing to go the extra mile to show my obedience.

"It's apparent, tho, the hucow's not a fast learner." Perez elaborated while starting to smoke his cigar. "An LGZ pet needs to be useful without being in the way. This one, however, seems to be too much of an attention whore to get it right."

Please what? Seriously? Of course, I was an attention whore. Duh! After all, admiration and adoration were kinda like my bimbo fuel. More than that, it was an integral part of my bimbo DNA. Fun fact? That was about the first thingie beautifool and bimbecile were in total agreement about. Tihi!

"This unruly pet brought adverse attention to my territory, which led to an unnecessary drop in revenue." The LGZ boss continued. "Needless to say, it cost me considerable time and effort to calm the waves."

With every word, his voice became sharper. With every word, I squirmed harder. This so wasn't going well for me! This so wouldn't end well for me.

Gosh, damsel! Totally gotta distract the dude. Let's purr and tease and twerk to entice the geezer into petting us or spanking us or whatever! Caution, vulg-ho! Better not tee him off with more provocations.

There it was again! The squabbling was back! Worse than that, it was driving me nuts more than ever. In this dangerous and decisive situation, however, it didn't trigger me into action. Totally the opposite! It literally kept me transfixed to the spot, so much so that I didn't twerk or add another treat for the LGZ boss.

"Now, stop bothering us, hucow! The men need to discuss what to do next." Perez told me when I failed keep his attention.

With that, he pushed me off his lap like an inconvenient annoyance and started talking business with his men. Oh darn! Oh dang!

"I hear the local start up scene's booming. There's some real money to be made there. We just need to find access to it." I picked up a few scraps of business talk.

Snap, chica! El Rey's literally chasing us away like he's grown tired of us already. He didn't even put our bosom buddies to the airbag test. That calls for drama! Wait, diva! Did you hear that? He's looking for contacts in the local business world. If we're too much of an attention grabber on the streets, we could be his trophy bimbo in the backrooms. We could act as eye-catcher for potential partners or sweeten deals with new business contacts. What a beautifool idea!

"I see it as an opportunity to diversify our business ventures." I heard Perez continuing.

Come on, chica! We gotta act! Let's propose the plan! Now's not the time to be a damsel in distress! Steady, diva! LGZ pets aren't supposed to talk, remember? So not the time to antagonize the bossman like a vain, vapid vulg-ho!

If I wasn't cowed enough by the gang lord's presence, his nonchalant attitude did the trick. As if a low hucow wasn't worth the effort to punish! As if smoking his cigar was more important than training an unruly pet! Gasp! Even as a prison inmate, El Rey was powerful enough to make me shake in my boots and tremble with fear without lifting a finger. Gulp!

That was why I opened and closed my mouth several times to make my suggestion. All the while, Perez' gaze remained as steely as fudge, so I eventually crawled back into the corner of the construction trailer. Without suggesting my idea! But with a major pout on my face! Duh!

KICK!

Oh my gawd! For my efforts, I received a kick to the butt from Crooked Cop, like he was shooing me away. For my pouty response, I also received a sneering laughter from Gym Dude. That was all, though. Without another word or gaze, the three men got back to their business talk.

Holy shit, vulg-ho! Men can degrade us when we dress slutty or trashy. Men can laugh at us when we act silly or talk stupid. That's part of the bimbo life. But paying us no attention is a total no-go! And then some, damsel! Like the worsest offense ever! We're a brilliant bimbo barbie fueled by approval and running on compliments. We're an attention whore and praise junkie! Who gives a fudge about the type of attention, like positive or negative or whatever? Right, chica? Right, diva!

Oh wow! My new best friends had reached a consensus here. I guess there really was a first time for every thingie, right? Anyhoo, it didn't really help me much 'cause I was still in a catch-22. What was worse? While the dudes talked about commercial ventures and business diversification and boring stuff like that, I could observe myself sitting in the corner 'cause mirrors. Watching myself getting ignored increased my frustration by the second. It totally added to all the previous disappointments. This day wasn't going as expected. As if! All the letdowns and setbacks were adding up.

"Checo tells me we're making headway brokering peace with the Mobsterz." I suddenly picked out some snatches about a different topic.

"Yeah, that's gonna add new product to your distribution lines. Tho', you gotta give 'em something in return." Sosa responded.

"They're still running the strip clubs around town, don't they? I heard their Red Rose Club's looking for new strippers." El Rey thought out loud. "We could help bolstering their stripper roster without losing a lotta revenue. Like that hoe over there. Let the Mobsterz deal with that pain in the ass."

Tragedy and despair!

He couldn't be serious! He had to be kidding! Right, diva? Right, chica! It wasn't just raining it was pouring, like literally! A misfortune didn't come alone, like legit! He couldn't simply trade me to a strip club, could he? No way, vulg-ho! Never ever, damsel!

Holy moly! The looming disaster was the final straw! It was a total catalyst for me, so much so that I finally came to a realization. Suddenly, it became totally clear to me as if the scales literally fell from my eyes. What exactly? My new best friends had to act in concert instead of working against each other. The beautifool and bimbecile had to join forces and complement each other to achieve my goals. That was the reason for the previous fiascos. Remember? The daring impulse, as in the ketchup incident, hadn't worked on its own. The planned action, as in the scratch reward, hadn't gone smoothly by itself. All told, I needed the strength of both sides, what with a firm idea complemented by provoking action.

Easier said than done, though. Especially, as I once again found myself in need to convert a hater! What a running theme! What a recurring trend! Whatever! For once, I had a well-defined goal and my new best friends were of a mind. Better chances than ever! That was why I began rubbing and twisting and pulling on my clitty while I closely observed each and every move via the mirror. I so didn't understand it. I looked so gussied-up and dolled-up. I looked so fake and bimboy! I looked so tasty and luscious! Yet, no attention...

I was really driving myself to peak performance here. While I continued attacking my clitty, I leaned back against the black lacquer dresser and tackled my asshole, wriggling my fingers up my butt. One... then two... then three! Awesome anal assault... that nobody noticed!

Mainly, it was the fear of failing to put my beautifool plan into action that pushed me on. Mostly, it was the bimbecile need to get back into the spotlight that spurred me on. Staring at the mirror, I slid forward until I was basically laying on my shoulders with my crotch in the air. While I kept my thumb pressed against my happy button, I thrust my fingers up my cunny. One... then two... then three! Peak pussy performance... that nobody watched!

Uh-oh, diva! We're disobeying the LGZ boss here. Come on, chica! If we wanna succeed, we need to make a spectacle of ourselves. We're running outta time here.

As I was set on provoking and teasing El Rey into listening to me, I continued despite the warnings. Turning the heat up a notch, I even started to groan and grunt and moan against Perez' rules. Faintly at first but with ever growing volume. Gorgeous girly groans... That nobody observed!

More, more, more, chica! We need to ramp up the lewdness and crank up the sex appeal. Don't forget, diva! We need to function like an obedient pet to convince the LGZ boss that we're a valuable asset to the gang.

"Umph! Uuumph!"

Without further hesitation, I pulled my fingers from my bunghole and plunged a fourth finger up my coochie. Not missing a beat, I instantly followed it up by wriggling my thumb through my taunt pussy walls. Pushing and pushing! I was fisting myself here! While my mouth gaped open and a guttural grunt escaped my lips, I didn't stop until my fist had slipped inside my twat way past my knuckles. Supersized snatch stretching... that only earned a momentary glimpse!

Driven by my mission, I worked myself into a fistingmania. Where were the cheers? Where was the applause? Like a performer yearning to be celebrated, I yearned to be admired for my bimbo skills. Like an athlete longing to win the championship, I longed for Perez to call me his top LGZ ass-lete. After all, you don't trade away your go-to whore, right?

As the pussy fisting didn't achieve the desired effect, I pulled my clenched hand from my cunny, which wasn't easy 'cause taut pussy walls. Anyhoo, I turned around and got on my knees to find a better angle. With my head on the ground and my ass in the air, I presented my booty in the bestest way ever. Driving both my index fingers up my coochie and both my middle fingers up my bunghole, I stretched my bangholes wider than ever. Glorious glaring gapes... that only received a headshake!

Manic by desperation, I placed my thumb in my palm. Kinda like forming a spear with my hand, I basically rammed all my stretched-out fingers up my bunghole. Looking over my shoulder, I watched myself fisting my ass like a mad doll. Gosh! I was really assaulting my poor butthole here, pressing and pushing and thrusting and whatever. In the mirror, my buns looked totally split open while my ass ring appeared stretched to the bursting point. In my bimbo bliss, though, the pervyness only fueled my sex drive, fisting my bunghole that much more savagely. Super stuffed shithole... that received a buncha looks!

Finally! What an achievement, chica! What a sexcess, diva!

Taking a break, the LGZ boss sat back onto his bed while relighting his cigar. Crooked Cop and Gym Dude went along smoking a cig while leaning against the lacquer furniture ultra leisurely. For a moment, it was dead silent in the construction trailer. The dudes had stopped their business talk and I was holding my breath 'cause they were finally looking at me and my bitching bimbotainment.

Come on, damsel! No time to hesitate! We gotta seize the moment and make full use of it. Now that we have their attention, we can't lose it again. We can't let them go back to their boring discussion. Fine, vulg-ho! Here's another beautifool idea. Remember acting like a dirty-talking, foul-mouthed slut for the recruits? That had worked wonders. Let's show the gang lord what kinda depraved and debauched hoodrat he's got on his hands. Let's prove that we're the purr-fect choice as deal sweetener and eye-catcher.

Truth be told, it sounded like a feasible plan. More than that, it sounded like a job made for the bubbly bimbecile. See? Alone my friends could do so little but together they could do so much more!

"Sirrr! Can I, like, say some stuff while you take a break, you know, from all your super important discussions?" I asked extra dutifully.

"So... I'm, like apparently, the perfect racehorse in your stable, I mean the purr-fect racy whore in your gang. So amaze!" I said after Perez had nodded in approval. "Like, look at my outfit! Really racy 'n super striking!"

I kinda had to grin when I started babbling off the top of my head. Jeezuz, diva! We've never said dirty stuff like that. You know what they say, chica? Common as muck... fit as fuck!

"I'm, like no way, a two-bit hoe, 'cause I'm way too flashy. Total eye-catcher, fer shure!" I continued blurting out. "I'm, like honestly, wasted on the streets. But I'm, like really, an MVP, you know like a Most Valuable Puta, in the business world."

"I could be, like, so super valuable, you know, as your bitchy broker or milfy messenger or dirty deal sweetener or whatever!" I added hastily.

What a captivating speech! What a stirring pitch... not!

To my shock, Perez wasn't convinced. He wasn't even interested in my suggestion. Instead, he just shook his head and told me to shut up. No way, diva! Keep it up, chica!

"Oh boys! Oh wow! Like, everybody knows a bimbo's supposed to make winkies happy. Duh!" I grasped at straws here. "But, like honestly, you totally need a special bimb-ho to give, like, special boners. You know, like cop cocks 'n entrepreneur erections 'n stuff."

To keep their attention, I got back on all fours and presented my bootylicious butt while looking at the dudes over my shoulder. Forming that finger spear thingie, I slipped my hand back up my asshole. With every word, I thrust my fist down my ass chute. As an exclamation mark at the end of my dirty talk, I turned my wrist to slowly slip my fist outta my butthole.