- Week 4 - Thursday Night-
Here I was, standing in a fancy rooftop bar. How I had ended up here, you ask? Me and Shelly had escorted Ortega to the club where he was meeting a business partner. Looking back, I had made an oopsie there, 'cause on a whim, I had invited two of D-Rod's gang homies for a quick hookup. Shelly hadn't been any smarter, though, 'cause she had tipped my former team members off to the after-work meet and dance.
Ever since arriving at the bar, I was hustling from one group to the other. I so didn't get the chance to take a break or catch a breath. I had been super busy scurrying around, so much so that the inevitable hadn't been evident to me.
Eventually, though, it had happened! I was standing in the middle of the men's room after fucking the two LGZ gangsters in a toilet stall and sucking a stranger through a gloryhole when the door of the stall opened and a well-known face strolled out.
It was Damon!
I had sucked a colleague's cock! That was bad, really bad! Way worse, though, I hadn't known that it was my former team member. By contrast, he had known that the dumb bimbo slut sucking his cock through the gloryhole was his former superior all the time. Oh shoot! Oh fudge!
The final border had literally collapsed. The last limit had been exceeded. The utmost frontier had been crossed. There was no way back anymore. I was the ultimate office bimbo now. I had fucked my boss, my interns, my secretary, and my colleagues, or more like I had gotten fucked by all of them. Oh gasp! Oh gulp!
"Hey Jessie, I was already looking for you. Didn't expect to meet you here." Damon told me.
There was lotsa 'told you so' resonating in his voice, like he figured he had always treated me the right way 'cause I had been a slut all along. As if! I barely heard him, though. I was way too busy processing the situation. The consequences were mind-boggling, really literally, 'cause my mind went blank, so much so that I started fainting. Everything turned black. I was about to collapse and tumble in the middle of the men's room!
Just then, a white knight swooped in and broke my fall by putting his arm around my hips. Yay! It turned out to be Damon rushing over from the toilet stalls. Yanay! He used his chance to push his hand straight down the back of my pants. Cupping my left ass cheek, he basically pulled the waistband down until the top of my buns had sprawled outta my leggings. Nay!
So much for the white knight...
Of course, the dudes standing at the slab urinals got a rad look down my ass crack. Gulp! On top of that, they got a bitching glimpse at my red lip tattoos. Gasp! Anyhow, I didn't react angrily or annoyed. Instead, I was focused on another thingie.
Apparently, he had brought a half-full beer bottle to the men's room. Ew! During his rescue mission, however, he had spilled beer all over his arm when I had bumped into him. Not thinking here, 'cause I was still really fainty, I took his hand all apologetically and lifted it to my mouth to lick the alcohol off his fingers super sexily. I licked one finger, then a second, then...
"What cha doin' there, biatch?" A booming voice called me out.
It was Checo. Apparently, he didn't like me cozying up to my co-worker and became all protective. The gangbanger acted like a watchdog guarding the LGZ trophy, or more like a pimp defending his merchandise. Gulp!
"Who dat? Spill, puta!" He asked, or more like commanded, menacingly.
Stepping up to us, he was looming over me, ready to get right into Damon's face. I was totally caught on the wrong foot by this development.
"What the fuck you want? Got lost on the way to the hood?" Damon didn't relent that easily, standing his ground instead.
"Yo cabron, ya lookin' fo' an asswhuppin'?" Checo got in a rage. "Ya loser buddies gonna hear dat asskickin' all da way down da block."
With that, he pointed over Damon's shoulders. Jeez! Looking back, I saw Eric and David standing behind their colleague. They must have been among the dudes standing at the slab urinals before. Oh no! Oh snap! You know what that means, right? They had heard me groaning and grunting in the toilet stall! Now, they knew that I had given Damon a blowjob. Oh dang! Oh darn!
This was getting worse and worse, so much so that the consequences were way too mind-boggling for me to grasps them. Whatever! First thingies first. I had other problems to worry about right now. The snobby blowhard and the thuggish gangbanger were about to have a go at each other. Neither one was about to retreat. Both had captured a booty, like literally, and were determined to defend their prey.
"Biatch? Puta? Why you're letting that ghetto trash talk to you like that?" Damon inquired. "He's threatening you or something?"
Oh boy! I had so hoped to avoid this moment, like forever. No way, I had wanted these two opposite parties to meet. No way, I had intended for my work contacts to clash with my barrio buddies.
"He's, like, an old high school friend, mostly, you know. That's all, like totes." I tried to calm my co-worker, putting my hand on his arm in a reassuring gesture.
"Ya actin' fuckin' intimate 'n shit wit dat fuckin' trick, biatch!" The Latino growled in response. "Hoes ain't doin' no kissin', puta."
Holy moly! So off the point! So bang on target! Everybody fell silent and started processing that information. Shoot!
"He's, mostly like, a colleague, you know, from work 'n stuff. So, like, no other thingie! Oh wow!" I quickly tried to calm the waves.
Checo's reaction, or more like his look, spoke volumes. He didn't see me as any kinda employee who had male colleagues. He didn't deem it necessary for me to have a legit job anyways. He only saw me as a hooker hustling for LGZ. Bad thingie, though, my colleagues saw his look, too. The meaning wasn't hard to figure out.
For a moment, it seemed to dawn on them that I had turned into more than the office bike. When Checo grabbed my arm to pull me off Damon, though, this cognition process was put to a screeching halt. No way, they would have this thug snatch their prey away from them. Phew! I mean, uh-oh!
The pushing and shoving was back. Way more agitated than ever! The posturing and cussing was back. Way louder than ever! Even though we were standing in the men's room, the clubbers that had finished taking a leak weren't leaving. On top of that, new clubbers were entering. There was a buncha dudes watching us, looking more and more alerted.
We were about to get thrown outta the club. Shoot! I wouldn't be able to get back to Ortega! Shoot! Shoot! I wouldn't be able to bring the tea cups to Miller! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! How was I ever supposed to explain that?
I had to do some kinda thingie! I had to distract the boys and quick! I did some bimboy thingie! I did distract the boys and slutty!
