-- Saturday --
This was it! The grand finale was hitting the home stretch!
Time for a status update. It was make-or-break time, 'cause I was down a buncha scores. It was all-or-nothing, 'cause I had totally gotten outmaneuvered by Ortega. Despite everything that had happened, the task was still the same. I had to broker new contacts for LGZ. The goal was much the same as well. I had to become the most valuable puta for the gang by bagging new associates.
Previously at the cocktail party, my old rival had demoted me from honorable hostess to bimbo barmaid. Even though the smug exec had granted me a coupla breaks to socialize, he had shunted me off to the garage. Even though he had sent some guests my way, they hadn't been suitable as gang affiliates. Dang it! More importantly, though, Ortega had stolen my idea to use the cocktail party as a playground to establish new LGZ contacts. He had even started an icebreaker game to find potential business partners while keeping me otherwise occupied. Damn it!
Most importantly, the guests he had sent my way had turned out to be my ex-boyfriend and his best buddy. To my horror, they had discovered my identity. To my consternation, it hadn't stopped them from fucking me. On the contrary, it had turned into a total grudge fuck with me getting used like a fabricated fuckdoll and porno puppet. Truth be told, that rude and reckless treatment had been totally jibing with my wishes. Pant! To be honest, it had been the bestest sex with my ex. Gasp!
In fact, it felt like the end of an era as it officially closed a chapter in my life. The days of Jess - the prim and prudish girlfriend - were over once and for all. The days of Jessicore - the bimbo barbie - had only just begun. In reality, it felt super liberating. Why? Cause it had given me the chance to vent my anger about the break-up. It had given me the opportunity to work out all the things that had been left unsaid since our separation. In that regard, it had been a total catharsis and given me closure. Oh yeah!
That was all well and good, but there was still some stuff left undone, as in my matchmaking mission. During the cocktail party, I had come up with a clever plan. Whenever I had been on a break, I had approached a potential LGZ contact and handed him my contact info, including my home address and meeting time. By shunting me off to the garage, however, my archrival had totally thwarted that plan. Oh no!
Anyhow, back to current events. It didn't take long for the door to reopen after Nate had left. This time, it was Ortega returning. The look on his face clearly told me that he was done with me. By way of proof, he promptly instructed me to go to the pantry, get dressed, and leave his mansion. Holy shoot! Could you imagine how uncomfortable and impractical it was to clean myself in a pantry? Could you imagine how degrading it was to wipe sticky, dried piss off my body when the waitstaff cleaned up dirty dishes around you? The contradiction! The irony! Holy moly!
Whatever! Even if Ortega wanted me gone, I wasn't planning on leaving any time soon, not before I had invited more potential contacts to my home for my 'meet 'n greet'. After all, I had to reach a number that somewhat looked promising. Besides, the chance to finally present my own clothes to the guests motivated me. Even if they couldn't see my face, they would see the attire I had chosen with such care. Remember? The neon pink, spandex crop top, the vinyl Cheetah-print mini skirt, the black fencenet stockings, and the Cheetah print ankle boots with neon pink platforms. So flashy! So sassy!
Freshly redressed, I walked outta the pantry. A few steps later, however, it became clear that my matchmaking would be infinitely more difficult than before. Why? Cause there were no more guests in the banquet hall or ballroom or anywhere else on the first floor. Strange?!? Walking up the stairs to the recreation area, I didn't find any of the VIP guests either. Really strange?!? Apparently, the official part of the cocktail party had ended, leaving the mansion empty.
All of the mansion? Well, not entirely as I ran into D-Rod and Checo in the billiard room where they were just finishing their final round of pool. However, it was only a short reunion. The two gang members couldn't help me, 'cause they had to return to the 'Latin Gastronomic Zone' to prepare a new shipment. Remember what Ortega had revealed during our short parley in his study? LGZ was planning on expanding the restaurant business into a franchise system to use it as a distribution network for their drug trafficking. Hard luck, it had been a private conversation. Tough titty, nobody would believe a brainless bimbo barmaid in such cases. Duh!
Anyhow, all of the guests? Well, not entirely either as I noticed some lights in the garden. Heading over there, I came upon a private afterparty. Obviously, it was by invitation only 'cause the patio door was locked. Apparently, it was reserved for a chosen few 'cause I noticed only three men sitting in a pavilion. Aside from Ortega, I made out the two senior consultants - Lambert and Clark. As I said, the inner circle! Gulp!
"Hey, dollie! Been looking for you!" I got interrupted.
It was Justin. Remember my former intern? He had acted as my driver, picking me up from home and taking me to Ortega's mansion. Ever since the party had started, I hadn't seen him around. Obviously, he had never worked with D-Rod but always taken his orders from my archrival. Umph!
"Hey bimbo ditz, I heard you made a mark by acting extra stupid as service skank." He greeted me with a dirty chuckle while grabbing my arm. "At least, you gave these fancy folks something to laugh at, right?"
Oh my god!
"I also heard you provided some special entertainment! Not just with those jugganauts, but also with that killer ass." My ex-intern continued mocking me. "I knew you loved those wedgies back at Matt's party."
Oh my gosh!!
"You need that extra spice to light a fire in your loins, ain't it so?" He presumed. "Tho, I bet, you prefer that ass on fire, right dollie?
Oh my gawd!!
What a douchebag! He couldn't be more wrong! He also couldn't be more right! There was no denying that I had made a name for myself among the VIP guests, no matter which way. More so, there was no disputing that I had given them a super slut show, no matter if I had relished it or not. Mostly, there was no contending with the fact that I was a total subslut who enjoyed serving men's every command.
"Clearly, tho, it wasn't enough to impress the boss 'cause he wants you gone." Justin shrugged his shoulders.
"He plans some big ass event for the fancy folks tomorrow. Something like a matinée or some stuff like that." He elaborated. "Whatever's gonna happen here tomorrow, the bossman really wants to seal the deal."
"Guess, he doesn't want any nuisance or distractions or whatever. So, he told me to take you home, ditzy doll." My ex-intern finished our little chit-chat. "Time to go!"
DOOM and GLOOM!
Oh no! Oh no, no, no! I wasn't done here! I couldn't go home now! Not after this news! Not after dropping that bomb on me! I had to find out what was going on. I had to find out what that matinée thingie was all about. After all, it was totally throwing a wrench in my works aka my matchmaking mission. If I left now, I would never get another chance to thwart Ortega's plans. I would never gain access to his potential contacts ever again.
As if my opinion mattered! Without waiting for my reaction, Justin pulled on my arm to drag me away from the patio door. Even though I tried to resist, he continued pushing me into the ballroom. Soon, it would be too late. I had to do something to stop him and quick! I had to win him over and fast!
"Oh! You remember the wedgies from the birthday bash!" I responded off the top of my head. "That was fun! So amaze!"
Oh boy! Despite the danger of the situation, the memory of the frat party gave my pussy an unexpected throb. Despite the cheerful reminder, though, I had to make some kinda proposition to change my ex-intern's mind. At that, it couldn't be some run-of-the-mill suggestion 'cause I needed the dude's full attention. So, the offer had to be solid-yet-brash and it had to happen on the fly. Super simple... not! Grasping at straws, I spontaneously catered to the last thing he had said.
"You remember my nickname for the day, too?" I inquired.
Oh Lordy! I really hoped this would be the right angle. At least, it gave my former intern a pause. When he looked me in the face, I flashed a bright smile and pointed my index fingers, or more like my pink stiletto nailtips, at my highbrows. A super bimboy gesture. A super obvious hint he didn't seem to get.
"Oh gee! It's me, Missy Bitchface!" I blurted out just as I had done back in the day.
Oh yay! This was the right track 'cause it made the slimeball chuckle. More so, it kept him standing in the foyer to check out all my upgrades. Oh yay, yay! This promising course of action psyched me up, so I started recollecting my memories from the frat boy party, which wasn't that easy 'cause I had been quite tipsy back then. Tihi!
"Oh no! You didn't see the wedgie game, did you? So sorry!" I put my hand on my mouth to feign compassion.
Just then I had remembered that Justin hadn't been present when the action in question had occurred. Too bad! Too much of an opportunity! All soothingly, I put a hand on his shoulder while I sulked emphatically with the biggest trout pout ever. My former intern reacted by furrowing his brow, which told me that I was on the right path. I had to keep it up if I ever wanted to convince him to help me.
"It was the greatest show on campus. Fer shure!" I hastily rubbed it in. "As a matter of fact, it totally earned me another nickname. For real!"
Now, I had his attention! From the looks of it, he had heard lotsa stories about my antics at the frat boy party. I guess I was kinda notorious in those circles. Ya-nay!
"It was camel-hoe. No kidding! I swear!" I gushed.
Oh wow! That nom-de-humiliation was bad although saying it out loud was worse. So much so that the utter self-degradation made my skin prickle. More importantly, however, it didn't miss the point. Even though it roused the dude's interest, the way he laughed proved something else on top. He was really angry that he had missed out on seeing that prime porno parade. Uh-oh!
"Oh no! Too bad, you missed it, Justin!" I quickly used my chance to tease him. "The fratsters totally had a bomb blast. Fer shure!"
