--- Week 4 -- Thursday Night ---
I didn't get to go home this night 'cause Ortega didn't call me a taxi. No surprise there. Duh! However, he didn't call Justin to pick me up, either. Instead, he saw off his business partner Miller, not paying any kinda attention to me or Shelly. I guess he was still super mad at his ass-istants.
Whatever! Like a pair of good subbies, us chicks followed our boss outta the club to the parking garage and waited for him to tell us what to do. When Miller was gone, daddy walked over to his luxury car, still not paying any kinda attention to his bimbos. Reaching the car, he turned around and waved us over with a hammy gesture. I guess, we were supposed to be thankful for being allowed to sit in his expansive German vehicle. As if!
Anyhow, Shelly and I dutifully tottered over to him and climbed into the back. Driving off, the smug exec finally broke his silence and started explaining his plans for the next day. Remember what he had told us? He was going on a business trip and wanted to take his two bimbo ass-istants along for the ride.
During the drive, Ortega explained his plan in more detail, or more like, he mansplained it extra slowly so us stupid bimbos had a chance to comprehend every little thingie. After all, we hadn't really stood out due to our quick wit and intellectual grasp lately, had we? That was why he used extra small words to tell us what he had planned.
Oh, you wanna know what that was? Kinda simple. He intended to use the trip for some kinda ass-essment center. Remember the one he had arranged to hire me as resexionist? Yep, exactly like that one, only different, 'cause this time it wasn't about hiring but firing. Gulp! That was why Ortega actually called it outplacement center. The way he said it, though, it sounded more like out-please-ment center. But maybe, that was just my misperception. Tihi!
The reason for that out-please-ment thingie? Apparently, Ortega was convinced that his ass-istants had demonstrated their ineptitude and made one mistakes too many, what with me inviting my LGZ gang boys to the rooftop bar and Shelly bringing my former team members to the club. Apparently, he had no need for two stupid office bimbos who looked pretty but worked lousily.
Of course, we had to ask a coupla times to understand all the little details, but finally we got it all. The gist of it? The out-please-ment center was make or break time for us bimbos 'cause there could only be one in the end. You know, one winner, one ass-istant, one bimbo. The other one would get laid off immediately. Gasp!
You see! It was all or nothing for me. There was no way around it 'cause I so couldn't lose this job. Imagine me in an interview for a new consulting job. Yeah righty, my bimbo talk would make me look so competent... not! Imagine me performing a work sample for an assistant job. Yeah righty, my super long fashion nails would make me look so deft... not!
Oh! You're saying, I could go back to my old ways of dressing and acting? As if! Actually, it didn't even cross my mind. My current style felt like my natural way of life now. If it felt natural, sounded natural, and came natural... you know what then. There was no going back. Truth be told, it would have felt fake not to look fake. Tihi!
When Ortega had explained every little thingie, we had arrived at his home. Apparently, he wasn't taking us to our own places but keeping his bimbos at his side. Okay, fine! Actually, it was the first time that I saw the smug Latino's house. It looked way bigger and way more luxurious than mine. Even though he was earning top money as a senior consultant, he shouldn't be able to afford a mansion like that. No way!
Whatever! Daddy parked his luxury car in front of his garage and led his bimbos inside. Without saying another word, he walked us through his big mansion, like giving us a tour of all the cozy rooms. He even showed us his comfy bedroom with the huge, cushy bed. Maybe, he would let us sleep in there, like dead men walking who were granted their last supper. I mean, fired bimbos getting their last beauty rest. Tihi!
No such luck for us! Totally the opposite! Instead of letting us sleep in his bedroom, he led us downstairs to a small storage room. It was outfitted as some kinda indoor doghouse equipped with a large dog bed and dog bowls and stuff like that.
In total confusion, us bimbos looked around the storage room with mouths agape. Meanwhile, Ortega grabbed a dog collar and held it in fronta my face. The sheer sight made me gulp. The thought of getting collared made me feel like revolting. No way, I would let him put that thingie on me!
Of course, I let daddy put that thingie around my neck without any kinda back chat. Not only that, I also let him add a dog leash to the collar, which he used to pull me onto hands and knees. OMG! He was turning me into an actual bimbo pet, a collared and leashed pet on all fours. Gulp!
From down below, I watched as the smug Latino repeated the procedure and put a collar around Shelly's neck, adding a dog leash to it and pulling her down on all fours. Truth be told, Blondie looked just as unhappy as I did, even though she didn't say a word of protest, either.
So here we were! Two bimbo pets brought to heel. The milfy pet with long chestnut-golden tresses and sultry bangs wearing a white satin corset, tight and shiny black wetlook leggings, and sky-high black overknee boots. Next to her knelt the girly pet with straight bleached blond hair wearing a dark pink pencil bodycon dress with matching high heels.
At that moment, we were both super eager and extra obedient 'cause bimbo contest, so much so that I expected the trophy chick to pull her arms up and give paws any second. Duh! I was totally prepared for that, though, 'cause I was ready to push my tongue out and pant as a response. Yay! I mean, nay!
That didn't really come to fruition, though, 'cause Ortega had other plans. A sharp tug on both leashes made us jump forward and got us going. With a brisk pace, he walked his bimbo pets to the other side of his big mansion.
When we entered the room, it turned out to be the garage. As soon as we crawled inside, it became clear why the smug exec had parked his car in the driveway. The garage was totally overstuffed with cardboard boxes and moving cartons. There was junk and clutter and old stuff all over the place. What a massive contrast to the cozy bedroom!
Ortega made his way through all the dead wood until he reached the wall. I noticed a coupla eye bolts imbedded in the ground where the concrete floor met the wall. Kinda strange but not some thingie I could make sense of. Nevermind, I wasn't here to give home improvement tips after all, right?
I was about to discover the use of these bolts anyway. Why? 'Cause daddy led us straight over there. With a tug on each leash, he made us chicks face the wall. While we were still busy absorbing our dusty surroundings, he grabbed a coupla thick chains from the pegboard.
Turning his attention to me, Ortega rudely kicked the inside of my left calf until my leg was close to a bolt. Ouchie! So crude! Before I could open my mouth to whine about it, though, the Latino tied a thick chain around my ankle and pushed it through the bolt locking it with a padlock. A coupla harsh kicks to the inside of my right calf followed. Ouchie ouch! So coarse! I so wanted to protest, but once more daddy took my breath away by tying another thick chain around my ankle and locking it to a bolt.
Oh wow! My legs were splayed super wide and the chains were ultra short, so much so that I couldn't move at all. Ortega wasn't done by any means, though. Instead, he grabbed the leash and pulled me down. He tugged and dragged on it until my nipples were touching the concrete floor. That was when he tied the leash to a bolt in fronta me. On top of that, he grabbed the hem of my shiny black wetlook leggings and pulled them down to my knees.
Oh gosh! I totally felt the pressure against my funbags as I laid there face down. Oh jeez! I totally felt the cold air on my exposed pussy. Never ever would I get a second of sleep in a posture like that! Never ever would I remain in a position like that for the entire night. The way I was tied down, however, there wasn't much I could do about it. I had to face the fact that I was about to be kept in a garage like a dog! Oh nay!
Not just me, though. Oh yay! The smug exec proceeded to do the same to Shelly, tying her up in the identical position and pushing her pink dress up to expose her coochie. As a final gesture, he flicked his finger against my smoothly shaved cunny, making me twitch and moan. Hearing Shelly grunt next to me, I gathered that he had done the same to her. With that, he left us bimbo pets for the night, switching off the light on his way out.
As I said, there was no way for me to get any kinda sleep. My knees were getting sore and the pressure on my boobies was grody. So not cozy! So not comfortable! Soon, I started fidgeting about and shifting around. It didn't really help, though, 'cause the chains didn't give any leeway. At least, I heard Shelly wriggling around just as much. She wasn't getting any sleep, either. Ya-nay!
--- Week 4 -- Friday Morning ---
The flashing of the cold neon light woke me up. I must have fallen asleep after all. With the light being totally glary, it blinded me at first. That was why I heard the rattling of chains but couldn't see it. Blinking my eyes to get used to the light, I eventually saw Shelly next to me. She was still tied to that bolt with her face down and ass up. She was staring right at me. She was rocking back and forth in short movement. What the fudge!
