Jessica's Change Management Ch. 28

"Look at the headless chicken. Once again, leading by example." I heard Christina mocking me.

"How does a headless chick cross the road?" Melissa upped the ante. "By riding bitch, as in riding the stick. Hihihi!"

Oh boy! What a bad joke! Still, good enough to make the crowd laugh. Mostly, though, it was the jolt I needed, 'cause it made me stop. With my flesh crawling, I got back into position. After all, there was only one toss left..

STRIKE!

"Eeeggghhh!" I squealed and flailed as hard as fudge when Lambert hit his final throw.

I tried to avoid it. I really tried. But darn it, the ick factor was totally getting the better of me when the vile liquid splashed right into my face. The impact made me recoil with my hands in the air, so much so that I stumbled backwards and almost toppled off the stage. My inner revolt made me shudder and twitch as I felt the cum-coating slowly crumbling and sliding off my face. At least, I got to see my surroundings again even if it was only slight consolation. Duh!

"This looks like a fun career, doesn't it?" I heard Lambert exclaim sarcastically.

"But it's so much better than sitting in the office all day long." Damon added no less sardonically.

Oh my god! If he continued emulating the old sleazebag like that, the junior consultant would turn from 'funbag boy' to 'douchebag disciple' sooner than later. Dang it!

"Well, you know what they say. Why did Miss Bolt-on get a boob job? Because it's the only job she's good at." Christina took her turn to take another jab at me.

Oh my gosh! The mean girls were at it again. They would never stop taunting me, would they? As if! All the same, those vile remarks would never stop making my pussy throb, would they? No way!

Anyhow, it was Lambert's turn to prove that he still had the edge over Damon with his fake chivalry. How? By offering me his hand to help me off the stage. Almost gallantly again! Still the sleazebag, though! Why?

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I scored three strikes, didn't I?" He told the guests. "It looks like I won the game!"

That was why! My presentiment had become reality. The newly appointed executive was about to take his price, which was me. I was about to get banged by an ex-colleague. Worse, though I was about to get fucked by the senior consultant who had never respect me. Oh no!

"It's time to cash in!" He added. "But first, my prize needs to get spiffed up. Go 'n find that former intern so he can help you, Miss Addams."

Oh wow! Sizing me up from head to toe, or more like from my cum-coated face to my gunge-caked gazongas and my slime-coated ass, the new team leader basically waved me away with a dismissive gesture. He acted as if he couldn't suffer my sight before I looked properly dolled up again. Oh Lordy! The arrogance almost reached Ortega's levels.

Breather!

So far, so good! I had survived the second carnival game! I had established myself as a bitching bimbotainer to the local elite! I was still at the matinée! I had bought time to check out my surroundings and conceive a plan! Yay

So far, so uncertain! My fate was still in limbo! My future was still in the balance! That was why I dutifully followed Lambert's instruction. Hurrying back to Ortega's house, I searched for Justin until I found him at the garage. Even though I hadn't missed him one bit, we still had a deal in place. This was my chance to take the next step 'cause we had a moment alone. This couldn't take too long as it would become suspicious otherwise.

Fortunately, I had come up with an idea in the meantime. Finally! Remember the small tent that was part of the 'Wheel of Fortune' stand? It was a place that was shielded from Ortega's observation. Accordingly, it was the place I could use to show the high society members some damning evidence in private. OK! Found the place. Check!

Seeing the garage gave final shape to my plan 'cause I had spent lotsa time in there before. So much time that a gadget had caught my eye. It was placed in the small room that connected the mansion with the garage. Apparently, nobody but Ortega ever used the room so there wasn't any security. Fine! Found the evidence. Check!

Before I brought Justin into the loop, I gazed over to the carnival stalls to make doubly sure that nobody could hear us. Most of the guests had gone back to playing cards or enjoying drinks. As soon as I made eye contact with Lambert, however, he raised his whiskey glass in an unambiguous gesture, as in prompting me to hurry up and get my ass back over to him.

Looking back at my former intern, he had a surprise in store for me. Even if we were working together, we weren't exactly friends, right? Even if our interests were aligned, it didn't mean that the slimeball treated me any nicer, did it? As if! Instead, he had an evil grin plastered all over his face when he waved a hosepipe in fronta me. A what? A water hose. For what? To cleanse me off. Duh!

"Eeeggghh!" I gasped when the wet jet hit my skin.

Damnit! The water was ultra cold! Dang it! I found myself dancing and hopping on the spot while the boobmeister made sure to spray all the cum and piss and gunge off my body. He even got some hand soap that he used profusely. Justin really rubbed the gritty stuff all over my skin until it liquified. After spraying the soap off with the ice-cold water, he gave my hair a good wash. He really acted as if he were trying to wash all the blonde dye outta my hair. Un-frigging-believable!

In any case, it took some time, but he got all the dried-up, caky sperm outta my two-tone tresses. After that, he applied the final touches to the cleaning procedure, which meant rinsing out my pussy. Umph! Of course, the boobmeister made sure to scrub my coochie extensively. Of course, he pushed his fingers up my cunny until he was certain that I was sparkly clean. Ugh!

With the bouncy court jester clean as a whistle, I started informing Justin about my plan, detailing the next steps. After the long cleaning session, I only had a coupla minutes before we were running outta time. Despite the time constraints, however, my ex-intern continued driving his fingers in and outta my pussy instead of paying full attention to my strategizing. So inconsiderate! So careless!

To be on the safe side, I checked several times if Justin had understood the tasks at hand, which became increasingly difficult as I began grunting from his fingerfucking. Oh jeez! This was super important! Even though the boobmeister nodded in affirmation every time I asked, he kept a bigger focus on stuffing my cunny and feeling out every crevice in my hot box. Oh pant! This was super distracting! In the end, I couldn't be sure, but it was all I could do before I had to get back to the pavilion 'cause Lambert was waving impatiently.

With a lotta worries remaining, I made my way back to the pavilion. When I arrived, I noticed that the rest of my former colleagues had joined the tough trio to complete the cunt-sultant crew. To my delight, a few of the local heroes had joined them as well. Obviously, their parley with Ortega was over and they were free to enjoy the bimbotainment. Yay! Still, most of the power players remained outta my reach. Nay! Even my two former besties had gone to the bell tent to play some cards. Ya-nay!

Stopping in fronta Lambert, he mustered me extensively as if he were seeing me for the first time ever. Actually, there might have been some truth to that 'cause he was seeing me in a totally new light, now that my mask had fallen. Duh! Anyhow, he took his time to check out every cosmetically enhanced curve, which made me totally jittery. On the one hand, I relished the spotlight. On the other hand, it was a co-worker seeing me butt naked.

My mouth gaped open when the old sleazebag stopped his examination all too abruptly. Why? Cause he sent me to the bar to serve him and the rest of the cunt-sultant crew a new round of whiskeys. Oh Lordy! That was the way he intended to use my slut service? That was the way he intended to use my augmented assets? What a devaluation! What an insolence!

The combination gave my emotional pendulum a burst, making it spin frantically. As a consequence, my bouncy breeziness and scandalized stir returned in conjunction. My contrasting agitation quickly found expression. How? By the way I threw my freshly washed hair over my shoulder in a super sassy motion while flashing the brightest smile ever. What a contrast! What a dichotomy!

"Tastes so much sweeter when you know who's serving, doesn't it boys?" The sleazy geezer exclaimed when I returned with his precious whiskey.

To nobody's surprise, the 'funbag boys' agreed with a buncha jeers while I served them their darn drinks. By contrast, the high society members looked kinda confused. Their bewilderment motivated Lambert to give me another order, as in making me serve the local heroes new drinks as well. Oh jeez! Here I was butt naked except for my wetlook stockings and pink ankle boots. Yet, the old sleazebag made me carry out these menial tasks instead of using me in a proper way. Duh!

When I returned, I noticed that Justin was making a round through the garden. As it was slowly getting dark, he lit several torches and candles around the carnival stalls, which instantly created a more secretive, intimate atmosphere. That was nice and all, but more importantly, my ex-intern hadn't pushed ahead with my plan so far. Damn it! Anyhow, serving the drinks gave me the chance to take a closer look at the high society members. One of the power players looked suspiciously like the owner of the local car dealership. Actually, I had bought my sports car at his dealership not that long ago. Gulp! All the same, the grey-haired booster sitting next to him looked a lot like the local land developer who had built the houses in my cul-de-sac. Gasp! Only the third dude didn't strike a bell with me. Pant!

"The pretty pinup worked in the consulting firm, didn't she?" The car dealer asked when I returned with their drinks, still sounding mystified. "I could have sworn I worked together with her before. Maybe, she bought some cars for the company fleet."

"More than that! I heard she was an exec 'n team leader." The land developer responded. "That must have been awkward. I mean, she looks like a walking office cliché. Did she file her nails during meetings?"

Oh boy! What a stale joke! What a tedious trope! Why were self-improvement and lifelong learning so hard to understand for dudes? Why was personal growth so inconceivable for dudes? After all, my growth was visible in every sense of the word, like literally. Tihi!

"Ahahaha! Ahahaha!" The cunt-sulting crew laughed in unison.

"Hehehe! Nope! The bitch can't do shit with those long, fake nails!" Damon tossed in. "But I bet, Miss Bolt-on spent lotsa company time at the nail salon."

Oh wow! What an unbounded cheek! What a disgraceful allegation!

"Exactly! Hehehe!" Eric agreed in between laughter. "I mean, look at those crazy, tricked-out hoe daggers! Can you say trashtastic?"

"Somewhere on the way, the botox barbie mixed up standing out through performance 'n standing out like a fake tit. Hehehe!" He went one better.

Oh jeez! That was the first time, the junior consultant made such a nasty remark about me. My former team member was totally making up ground in regard to his douchey, obnoxious behavior, wasn't he? Now that Clark and Lambert were team leaders, the 'funbag boys' totally took their cues from them.

"Yeah, Miss Addams definitely falls into the pet role. I bet she became the girly girl to be the boss' favorite." The unknown booster stated matter-of-factly. "Dressing up as office candy to get the easy promotion. It's the oldest trick in the book."

Oh sheesh! Even if I didn't know the dude, he was in no way inferior to his fellow high society members in regard to his arrogance. I guess the saying about birds of a feather literally flocking together was true. Duh!

"Even so, nobody takes the boss' little princess seriously. No matter the position." The car dealer tossed in.

Oh Lordy! Nothing could be further from the truth. These businessmen were basically mansplaining my self-development to me. So sexist! So exactly what made my pussy throb hard.

"Yeah! We all knew she was O'Bannon's little trophy whore." Lambert agreed. "But what's a simple employee to do 'bout it. You can only do so much troubleshooting, right?"

Oh boy! That wasn't true either and he knew it. On the contrary, I had always outperformed him. In comparison to me, he had never gotten anything done ever. The way, he distorted these facts was so presumptuous. The way, he twisted the facts made my pussy pulse so epically. Dang!

"Now that I'm team manager, I can make the crucial decisions. Those have been missing for far too long." The new head of the financial service department took another dig at me.

"For a while, we've needed a recreational space in the office! So, we should install some stands like these carnival stalls. Kinda like a starting gift for my new team." He piled it on. "We could have Miss Addams operating them. She might just be qualified enough for that."

"Yeah! I bet that'd work wonders for everybody's motivation." Clark poured some more scorn on top. "And in between, the bolt-on bimbo can serve our clients coffee 'n other amenities. Hehehe!"

Oh gosh! The degrading remarks totally made my legs wobble. At the same time, the baseless insinuations totally made my hair stand on end. Total conflict! Total polarity! That was why I shot daggers at Lambert when he grasped my hand and pulled me over to him.

Before I realized what was happening, I was draped over his lap with my head on his right side and my legs on his left side. Oh no! I was positioned like the most submissive pet ever. Oh no, no! I was about to get disciplined, wasn't I? Oh no, no, no! I had committed enough gross professional misconduct to earn a punishment.

Surprisingly, though, the old sleazebag didn't show the slightest inclination to do anything. He didn't spur the rest of the cunt-sulting crew into action, either. Quite the contrary! Unexpectedly, he placed his whiskey glass on the small of my back right on my tribal tramp stamp. Holy moly! He was reducing me to a random piece of furniture, literally using me like a side table. Holy cannoli! He was sidelining me, totally pushing me outta the spotlight. Holy fudge! He was making me wait, absolutely causing me to stew in my juices.

The combination of misuse and disregard was making my emotional pendulum spin faster than ever, creating a new whirlwind around me. As a result, I pouted massively while I twirled my bottle blonde strands cheerfully. What a contradiction! What a discrepancy!

"Now tell me, Miss Addams, how many team members did you lead again?" Lambert eventually asked while the pavilion fell silent.

"Um... dunno! Like, ten, I guess." I replied kinda confused.

"And how many times did you fail in your duties as team leader?" The senior consultant continued asking. "You know, when you opted to go shopping for new upgrades instead of managing your team?"

Oh wow! What a meanie! I so hadn't neglected my duties as a business exec. As if! Okie, fine! I guess I hadn't been the most attentive manager at the end of my time at the consulting firm. Definitely maybe!

"Um... you mean upgrades like my bimbofication 'n stuff?" I knew I had to play along here. "Like six... no seven... like totes!"

"Like, look at them! Totally amaze! Fer shure!" I hastily added as an apology.

To illustrate my bimbo pride, I cupped my jumbo juggs and gave my titty meat a good shake. What a happy sight of a bimbo with bouncing boobies! All the while, I presented my lip augmentation by flashing the biggest trout pout ever. What a fit of super sulks! Conveniently, the contrasting display totally fit my ambiguous mood. More than that, my hesitant reply made me sound kinda ambivalent about my decision. As if I were trying to justify prioritizing beauty over duty. Tihi!

"So... you agree that it's only fair you get punished for neglecting your duties, don't you Miss Addams?" Lambert had me trapped.

Oh my god! Clearly, there was no way out for me. I had to pull through no matter what 'cause my plan was still in the making. As if it mattered whether I liked it or not. As if it mattered that the new team leader treated me like some kinda baby barbie. So belittling! So demeaning!

"You had ten team members. So, it's ten spanks for every time you made them put in overtime while you went shopping for an upgrade." Lambert determined before I had a chance to argue. "Sounds like a fair deal, don't you think Miss Addams?"

To be honest, debating the truth wouldn't have done me any good, would it? After all, the senior consultant had a point, hadn't he? I so hadn't been the bestest team leader. I so had mismanaged the project pitch. I so had been distracted with my beautifications at work. I so deserved the consequences. Pout!

"I'm sorry, like really sorry. But, but... look at all the titti-vation! So totally worth an ovation!" I started gushing.

Oh no! That rhyme sounded a bit too clever, didn't it? In confirmation, it gave my elite audience a pause. Oh no, no! I had to improve on selling the bimbecile beautifool. Oh no, no, no! I had to prevent a third exposure!

"Like first, the spray tan. So amaze!" I quickly announced in the bubbliest voice ever.

To show off my first beautification, I ran my right hand along my flank in a grand gesture like a model presenting the latest fashion on a shopping channel. Such gushy glee! At the same time, I snapped my left fingers really incensed as if trying to attract the dudes' attention. Such diva drama!

"Lookit! So super smooth! It totally brings the glowww... owww... owww... owww... owww..."

My self-praise got stuck in my throat when the newly appointed exec started spanking my bottom. Actually, my grunts quickly turned into whelps when his slaps turned out really harsh. Way worse, he dropped five stiff strokes on my right butt cheek, only to focus on my left bun with the following five burning blows. Ouch!

Jeezus Christ! This had been way more vicious than expected. The senior consultant really packed a punch. Dang it! No matter what, the encouraging cheers from the cunt-sulting crew were way worse. Apparently, they still harbored a grudge for all the overtime I had loaded onto them. Darn it! In response, I giggled stupidly while furrowing my brows in disagreement. Such chipper cheeriness! Such overblown outrage!

"A fucking tan? That's supposed to be a good reason for all the extra work? Fuck me!" Damon didn't mince words as he seemed more than unhappy with my first upgrade. "Hopefully, the second enhancement ain't no more bullshit like that!"

"Oh, the second upgrade? You, like totally, wanna know, don't you boys?" I quickly grasped the chance. "It's the manicure. Fer shure!"

Oh boy! I really tried to get back into my bimbo groove despite the achy glow radiating from my ass. Truth be told, I badly wanted to rub my burning backside, but I knew better. That was why I opted to illustrate the second embellishment in bestest bimbo fashion instead. How? By stretching out my right hand with fingers spread. This way, I showed off my long, fake, pink stiletto nails as if I were flashing an engagement ring. The irony! Tihi! Unwittingly, I still tried to relieve the pain by tapping the ground with my left palm as if I were tapping out in a wrestling match. What a contrast! What a dichotomy!

"It's, like, really adding the polish to your looks. You know?" I elaborated, trying to force my bimbo babble. "So, like totally, the icing on the cake... ache... ache ... ache... ache..."

Holy moly! My recitation was interrupted by another round of slaps to my ass cheeks. Needless to say, they were just as harsh as the once before. Only this time, the old sleazebag was alternating between my buns. Damn it! The brute force really made me clench my left fist and pound the ground. All the while, I kicked about with my legs to somewhat compensate the burning pain. What a huff! As a counterbalance I giggled along cheerfully. What a vividness!