Jessica's Change Management Ch. 20

The bald dude thrived on helping me learn, or more like making me gag by repeatedly driving his hard cock down my throat during my talking. It stoked my bimbo flame so much that I had to really fight to extinguish the blazing fire. Goddamnit! Consequently, I was mumbling and choking while babbling and gurgling. Mostly, though, I was splattering and gushing thick, bubbly drool all over my chin and boobs.

"Cum...assy..ty urgh... urgh... fact-whores... urgh... urgh... ass-ociated... urgh... urgh... cunt-fusion." He kept his thick tool down my throat for the entire time of my next sentence.

With my gullet blocked, all the mumbling was totally incomprehensible. With Consultant-me still in control, I was giving a smooth, crisp, and sophisticated speech again. Only now, it was getting skewed and perverted by the company man. In a cruel twist, it wouldn't have been less intelligible if I had given reigns to Bimbo-me. Gasp!

On top of making me mumble, the cock down my throat also made my throat muscle struggle and convulse against the hard shaft, so much so that I choked up a ton of saliva into my mouth by Anderson's dick. When the bald dude finally relieved my mouth from the fleshy invader, a torrent of drool splashed onto the ground where it formed a messy pool of slobber. Ew!

"Did I hear ass?" Mr. Baldie asked all hammy. "Honey, honey, honey! As much as you're talking about analyses 'n assistance, you're quite anal retentive. I can help you explore that fixation!"

Oh wow! He made it sound like he was doing me a favor here. So twisted! So perverted! No matter what, his cock was gone from my mouth sooner said than done. Just as quickly, his hand grasped my cholastyle high pony and pulled on it. In one swift motion, he turned me around and bent me forward while pushing my sky-blue uniform all the way up.

"Oh man! In times past, the birthday suit was considered indecent. Nowadays, it's all about looking brash 'n loud 'n slutty. Did nobody tell you that tramp stamps are trashy 'n tacky?" He scolded me for my red kiss tattoos.

To emphasize his point, he leant back against the desk and pulled me over to him. He was actually putting me over his knee as in his fantasy. Could you believe it? He actually gave several slaps to each pair of inked lips as if he was spanking a naughty brat. Could you imagine it?

"Honey, honey, honey! You still have to learn your limits, don't you? That looks like the definition of low-class hooker chic!" He chided me for my bow tattoos.

"Don't you know, like polls, these are only good for strippers." He continued giving me a good telling-off while adding a bunch of slaps to the ink on my back thighs.

Oh man! As a professional business woman, I should have stood up and given him a lecture about mansplaining and sexism. As a bimbo ditz, I should have giggled cheerfully. However, my reaction was something in between, as in whimpering from humiliation and moaning from misogyny although I didn't actually do anything else.

Besides, I had now been called a pornstar and a stripper in a minimum of time. My looks were really affecting people and the way they treated me. I didn't really know if I should laugh or cry about it, but I knew that it totally affected me one way or the other.

"Oh well, time to go to the next slide, honey!" Mr. Baldie continued when I didn't move or protest.

"Remember last time? You had problems using the presenter 'n I suspect you didn't improve in that regard." He announced with a nod to my golden Leopard-print porn claws with gold chains.

To illustrate his point, Anderson grabbed the presenter from the desk. With another grant gesture, he pulled on my high pony to lift my head and pushed the plastic laser pointer right into my cleavage, so that it got stuck in between my juicy juggs. After ordering me to keep it there, the company man dragged my head back down.

"The soon-to-be stripper might want to give it a shot 'n go to the next slide!" He instructed me next. "Maybe, your future still looks bright if you let me teach you, honey."

Gawd! The noble dude was humbling me by calling me a future stripper, yet he wanted me to continue acting like a serious consultant. He wanted me to keep giving the presentation while fucking me to the ground. He wanted to continue disgracing me while using me like a fucktoy. On all fours, I had to squeeze my arms to push my teardrop-shaped fleshorbs together 'cause it was the only way to keep the presenter from falling out. On top of that, I had to somehow manage to squeeze my arms in a way that my soft tit flesh pressed the button to activate the next slide. So absurd! So difficult!

Whatever! I had to try, so I pressed hard and squeezed epically and pushed my arms severely until my juicy juggs felt like they were about to burst. They were bulging so massively that they looked inflated or blown up. Umph!

Anyhow, I managed to push the button. Anyhow, it was the wrong button. Oh no! The presentation went back a slide. Oh damn! I tried again and again. It was getting worse and worse. The slides went back and forth all over the place. I so didn't manage to activate the right one. I so managed to look super stupid. As a result, the bimbo blur was thickening and I had to fight tooth and nails to keep it at bay.

In the meantime, Anderson was mounting me from behind by stepping over my butt with his feet on the outsides of my legs. OMG! It looked like he was mounting his race horse about to ride me hard and put me away wet. Umph! Slathering his cock with my wetness, he scooped my fuck juices all over my little, wrinkled asshole. When his hard tool was all greasy, he abruptly plunged it down. From his position above my ass, he basically dropped the hammer. My bunghole opened up way too easily, what with my extensive anal training and his aggressive intensity. Oh wow! Another log on my bimbo fire!

"Oh! Ah! Ooohhh! Aaarrrggghhh!" I instantly responded with noisy groans.

Those moans quickly turned into shrieks when Mr. Baldie started slapping my ass cheeks rudely. At least, he was hitting the unmarked spot between my lips and bow tattoos now, landing as many spanks as slide changes. Obviously, he wasn't pleased with my learning curve. Duh!

The way the company dude rammed my ass, he seemed to be gauging a hole as if he was drilling for oil, or more like drilling a lesson into me. He was rutting me like a brood mare with max speed and aggression as if he had to release his frustration about my learning difficulties. Anyhow, it was totally taken my mind off my project pitch and reducing me to a grunting piece of fuckmeat. Clear-headed but horny! Rational but needy! Gosh! The irony almost made me giggle all bimboy.

"Aaaambiguity, oooh, refers to situations, oooh, when the general meaning ooohhh...f something is unclear." I picked up where I had left off.

Talking like a serious consultant seemed like the bestest way to keep Bimbo-me down. However, I didn't come far, 'cause I was more groaning than speaking. All the while, I continued squeezing my arms to try and push the button on the presenter. It only earned me more harsh blows to my meaty ass 'cause I was too dumb to figure it out and get to the right slide. Anderson's slaps and my own incompetence only fogged my mind more thickly 'cause it showed me that I was better at being a pretty bimbo than a business woman. Umph!

"The breast approooaaach, oh boooiii, was to ass-periment, oooh 'n, test drive ass-ets, oh maaan, for cause 'n effect." I grunted along.

By now, I was really starting to babble, so much so that I was constantly making stupid mistakes. At least, I still managed to avoid those dreaded filler words, though barely. Apparently, however, that was all in Mr. Baldie's favor, 'cause he huffed more piqued for every blunder. Of course, he also added a fierce slap to the ass for every blooper. Gosh! The skin on my booty was burning hotter than the shame on my face.

"Oh well! I tried my best, but in the end, you seem only good for stripping 'n poking." He panted when he let his dick slip from my maltreated bunghole with a noisy pop. "A pity! But at least, you're well-prepared with those tattoos."

What a burn! Taking a short breather, Anderson used the break to tug on my high pony to make me rear up, only to grab the presenter and pull it out of my cleavage. He had found a better use for it, 'cause he promptly slid the laser pointer up my pussy. Remounting my rump, the company man placed his feet next to my legs and pushed them together. He didn't stop until my thighs were grinding against each other.

That way, my cunt got tightly pressed together, so much so that it firmly squeezed the presenter. Oh no! He was trying to make me push the button with my pussy, or more like with my cunt walls! Oh damn! I hadn't learned to pull it off with my boobs, so he proceeded to train my next asset. Oh shoot!

It didn't work much better, though, which earned me another round of rough slaps to my radiating rear end. Twisting the presenter in a way that the buttons pointed upwards, Mr. Baldie tested another approach. Kinda like I had said: Ass-periments to test drive the ass-ets. Gasp!

Assuming his position, he plunged his rock hard cock back up my ass. Giving my butt a major workout, or more like a major detention, he drilled my anal ring even harder than before, so much so that his thighs noisily slapped against my butt cheeks. Why? Cause he tried to activate the presenter's button stuck up my pussy by bumping his cock against it! Oh my god! So insane! So crude! So exciting! So arousing!

"Develop specialists..." I tried to continue my project pitch, 'cause I desperately needed to keep my head on straight.

Remembering my pitch was the only thing that kept me from going all bimbo. However, I was quickly interrupted when the company dude grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. This made me lose balance, so my head took a nosedive. With my ass in the air and face on the ground, my cheek plunged right into the mess I had made 'cause puddle of slobber. Just like that, Mr. Baldie had turned me from a lecturer into a mop all while pounding my backdoor and tearing me a new one. Gulp!

Obviously, Anderson savored the degrading procedure as much as he would have relished a brandy in a classy lounge, 'cause he repeatedly pulled me up by gripping my arms and letting me restart my presentation, only to dunk my head into the puddle of drool in mid-sentence. Every time, I shrieked from the tumble. Every time, I felt his dick twitching in my ass chute. I totally lost count of the number of repetitions, but eventually it pushed him over the edge.

Oh wow! Eventually, his twitching became rampant, so much so that he pulled his dick out of my ass. He didn't start cumming, though. Instead, he pushed his raging hard-on into my pussy right along the presenter. Oh my gawd! Out of the blue, I was getting a double vaginal penetration! What a stretching! What a stuffing! My poor pussy! My throbbing pussy!

Actually, the unexpected strain on my cunt walls and sudden filling vanquished me. No matter how hard I fought, my body reacted. I had thwarted a squirting orgasm before, but this time I was powerless 'cause it happened too fast. I was cumming! I grunted out my relief while my body twitched and jerked. The release was super intense but not enough to make me squirt 'cause clear head. What a pity! What luck! Why? Cause it allowed me to keep Bimbo-me under control despite the orgasm. Strike!

Anyhow, I was so occupied with my own pleasure that I barely noticed Anderson reaching his own climax. It quickly became apparent how much he had been waiting for this fantasy to play out all the same, 'cause the bald dude came galore. To say he shot a monster load would have been an understatement 'cause he basically sprayed me down. He was pumping my pussy full of his hot thick goo. Oh boy! It was a massive amount, so much so that my twat ended up filled to capacity.

I was still catching my breath from my orgasm while Mr. Baldie carefully pulled the presenter from my brimful snatch, so that no goo got spilled. With a final tug on my cholastyle high pony, he made me rear up and wiped the laser pointer clean in my cleavage. Ew!

"Oh honey, I tried my best but every teacher needs talent to work with." He told me in no uncertain terms while he was leaving streaks of goo in between my tit canyon. "However much I'm sorry to say, honey, but it was a good decision to assign somebody else to give future sales pitches!

What a diss! What satire!

"To cut a long story short, it's time to go 'n make us proud with your new job." He prompted me as soon as he was satisfied with the cleaning job.

Stuffing his cock back into his pants, he acted as if it was the normalest thing to take the business assistant for a test drive and tap her booty as introduction. The sexist! Despite his grant gestures, he was impatiently pushing me to rearrange my stewardess outfit and follow him outside, now that he had released his pent-up tension. Following him with my suitcase, he finally brought me to my hotel room. What a little detour!

Of course, Ortega had arranged for us bimbos to get the cheapest rooms in the hotel although it was better than a cold garage with no bed, right? Anyhow, Mr. Baldie didn't give me much time to get comfortable in my room, which was unfortunate 'cause I still had his spunk filling my pussy. Instead, he quickly collected Shelly and positioned us ass-istants on the parking lot at the back of the hotel building. Making us hold a tray with glasses of bubbly, we were basically the welcoming party for the salesmen!

One by one, the sales representatives arrived. Seeing the old, shabby conference center and cheap hotel, they looked less than enthusiastic. Seeing the hot, sexy welcoming committee, however, improved their mood instantaneously. As I had just reached an orgasm, my head was really clear and I was in full business mode. The fact that I celebrated Consultant-me's dominance over Bimbo-me during Anderson's 'Meat 'n' Greet Course' made me feel even more clear-headed. That was why I intensely disliked getting presented on a silver platter with my shredded, oversexualized outfit 'cause it felt beneath my dignity as a college grad. At the same time, though, I got excited by the spotlight, 'cause attention. Oh, the conflict!

What was worse? In my woken state, I eventually noticed how much these fake fingernails handicapped me. With the extreme length and rings and chains, they wouldn't let me do anything in a competent way, not even handing out glasses of bubbly. The clumsiness felt disgraceful to the max. At the same time, though, the flashiness of the Leopard-print excited me to no end. Oh, the contradiction!

What was worsest? Shelly was suddenly acting all cheery when welcoming the salesmen and handing them their drinks. Obviously, she was taking the competition deadly serious, so much so that she embraced her bimbo role to win the out-please-ment center! Just in time when I was trying to liberate myself of that silly act, which hampered my focus on the competition. Goddamnit! I couldn't have picked a worse moment. Oh, the irony!

I knew I had to keep up with Blondie and outdo her in cheeriness and joy. That was easier said than done, though. Swallowing my pride, I flashed a bright smile and giggled the way I remembered having done so often lately. Too bad, it didn't appear natural but totally forced. Way worse, I was limited in my movements, what with the slits in my skirt making every move a flashing danger. The worsest, though, was the spunk up my sexholes that made me constrict my pussy and ass muscles and constantly threatened to dribble out.

All of that was reason enough for most dudes to gravitate to Shelly. Oh shoot! This was becoming an uphill battle. For the first time ever, my professionalism was standing in my way. Where was the mindless Bimbo-me when I needed it the most?

Making matters worse was the fact that there were more sexpo visitors heading our way than sales reps. As the blonde bitch was busy with the sales dudes, it left me with those total nerds or mega sleazeballs. Whereas the sales reps mostly reacted with surprise and curiosity, the visitors behaved as wolfish and pervy as you might expect.

Of course, they took us for porn stars and no amount of arguing changed their opinion. Of course, they made coarse jokes and treated us as mere photo subjects. Can you say douchebags? The way they treated us chicks as nothing but sex objects was ultra misogynistic and super offensive, so much so that it made me cringe nonstop. I wanted to slap them in the face, not greet them excitedly.

The more cheery Blondie acted, the more I had to force every fake smile, and the more dudes favored her. What a vicious cycle! Eventually, she was greeting two dudes at the same time whereas I was standing by myself with nothing to do. Damnit! Cursing myself, I knew I had to change something. Only hours ago, this had been so easy. The whole bimbo act had come so naturally and by default. Now, it seemed like the hardest thing to do.

Gathering my courage, I addressed the next salesman with the brightest smile, giggliest snicker, and highest-pitch voice. The dude was younger than me with slicked back hair. He looked at me, I looked at him. No word was said, no pose was struck, not until Shelly had greeted him and led him away from me. Goddamnit!

What a lost opportunity! My business attitude was really hampering me. There was no way around it! I had to loosen the reins on Bimbo-me a bit, just a tiny little bit. Enough to make me flirtier, but not enough to lose control. No matter what, I had to pounce at the next guy, or else the battle had been lost before it even had begun.

There was the next arrival! It was a shy, nerdy visitor who looked like a 40-year-old virgin. Not my target audience, but maybe a good practice. Looking as confident as possible, I strode towards him. As expected, the slit of my skirt opened up and my deeply tanned leg slipped out. As not expected, my contraction loosened and Anderson's spunk deposit streamed out dripping onto the ground.

He looked at me, I looked at him. He started grinning coyly, I started giggling stupidly. The giggle became more frantic when I saw his eyes roaming from the pool of goo to my leg and up to my crotch. The giggle became hysterical when I pushed the skirt to the side and revealed my shaved, cum-smeared snatch.

There it was! The bimbo haze clouding my mind to the max! Oh wow! It totally led me to expose my awesome pussy and hug the nerdy visitor pressing his face into my bitching cleavage. For the perfect selfie, I threw my left arm around his shoulder and hooked my right forefinger into my neckline to present my cleavage for max effect. Going all in physically, I let him take the sexiest photo ever.

You should have seen my reaction when the nerdy dude walked inside. As soon as he was out of my sight, the haze lifted and left me back more woke than ever. I felt so indignant at myself! I felt so embarrassed with myself! Way too easily, I had slipped into my silly bimbo habit. I had fought so hard to keep my head straight during Anderson's 'Meat 'n' Greet Course'. Now, I had given Bimbo-me an inch and she had taken a mile. Shoot! Obviously, it only needed a specific trigger to make me go full bimbo. Holy shoot!

You should have seen Shelly's reaction in comparison. She looked so irritated! She looked so surprised! I guess she had already felt like the certain victor. Blondie didn't have a chance to be jealous for long, though, 'cause the next salesman arrived just in time and introduced himself by giving her a slap to the ass when she handed him a glass. Yelping from the unexpected move, she almost knocked over the tray and barely managed to keep the bubbly from spilling over his suit. Definitely not a very welcoming sight!