Actually, let's set up some safeguards first...

(Author's note: Hello! I'm new to this FWIW. This branch of the story is going to include themes of time-controlling shenannigans, public sexiness, mischief, some bondage, etc.. I'm figuring it out as I go. This chapter establishes some of the powers of Vincent; he's careful, but he's still a pervert. Enjoy!)

You look down at the rulebook, erase the rule you just wrote, and decide to open to a new page. At the top, you write "Rules for Vincent Smith:" and sit and consider your options. After weighing some ideas in your head, you write down the following:

• Old Rule: Vincent Smith retains awareness of the differences enacted by rules in the Rulebook.
• New Rule: Vincent Smith is the sole owner of the Rulebook. Vincent can write in the rulebook mentally with the same effect as physically writing in the rulebook. Vincent can summon the Rulebook no matter where either he or the Rulebook are.
• Old Rule: While the Rulebook is owned by Vincent Smith, it cannot be destroyed permanantly.

That should prevent me getting stuck in a situation unable to use the rulebook, you think to yourself. You continue writing.

• New Rule: Vincent can create "Quicksaves", points in time that he can rewind back to.
• New Rule: Vincent can "Pause", freezing time in place. Vincent has total personal control on the relativity of the time freeze.
• Old Rule: From the moment Vincent wrote this rule, he can return to this moment in time, at will, erasing all subsequently written rules. This will function as the first "Savepoint" [000], regardless of any other rules unless this rule is altered by Vincent of his own free will.

You finish writing and stop a moment to process the new rules; you don't feel any dicsernably diffrent, but feel confident in the idea that your new abilities will work. Looking up from the table, you survey the occupants of the coffee shop; a couple is now ordering from the recently topless barista, un-fazed by the alterations of her wardobe in front of their eyes. A pale-skinned brunette sits alone two booths over, typing away on a laptop. A pair of sporty women sit at a table near the door, sipping on caffeinated lemonades and chatting loudly about who they didn't see at their hot yoga class.

Starting to think about the women around you, you decide a couple more rules are in order:

• Old Rule: Vincent Smith has a thick, 10-inch cock. He can remain hard as long as he wants to.
• Old Rule: Vincent's cum is unable to get anyone pregnant unless he want's it to.
• Old Rule: Vincent's refractory period is as little as 2 minutes

Before doing anything else, you decide a simple test is in order, and toss your pencil up in the air and Pause.

Everything around you grows quiet; no sound of wind, no coffee shop music, and, notably, no clatter of pencil onto the table. Your pencil hangs in the air. You decide to Quicksave [001], and then will the pencil to un-freeze, whereupon it clatters loudly onto the table in the silence of the world around you. Satisfied with your first test, you decide to further test the bounds of your time-freezing abilities. You walk over to the couple at the counter; the man appears to be frozen holding out his credit card to the barista, while the woman appears to be looking at her phone.

Up close, you can see in detail that she appears to have many intricate tattoos across her bronze skin, ranging up and down her arms, disappearing into her cleavage under her tank top, and peeking out from underneath her ripped-jeans, which she is filling out nicely. You tentatively poke the man's shoulder; nothing. You place his card in the barista's outstretched hand; no reactions from anyone. You turn back to the tattooed woman, and decide to see more of her tattoos.

Gently, you raise her arms above her head and then slowly peel off her tank-top. She's wearing a nude-colored strapless bra; her tits are an average size, but the bra supported them in such a way as to look like they could spill out of any reasonably low-cut top. You reach out and squeeze her boob; it's warm, soft and absolutely what you were hoping it would feel like.

Eagerly, you unhook her bra, freeing her tits into the open air of the coffee shop. As you do, they fall as the might normally. While exciting, this does slow you down; experimenting, you lift one breast, willing it to stay where you lift it to; the tattooed woman's body complies, one boob hanging naturally, the other somewhat oddly suspended. After you're satisfied with your test, the suspended breast falls back to it's normal position, and you turn you attention to this woman's backside.

Taking a brazen handful, you find her ass is firm in a satisfting way. You begin pulling down her jeans, wiggling them down her hips until they're piled at her feet, exposing her white g-string. Now that her legs are exposed, you can see she has floral tattoos ranging all around her lower body. You take in the beauty of the woman in front of you hungrily, as your dick starts to twitch in your pants.

Finally, you peel off her panties, and there she is; naked in the coffee shop. You take in the view of her dark hair, soft tits, toned ass, and see she's mostly clean-shaven, with the exception of a small landing strip of pubic hair above her pussy. After pacing around her a lap or two, you pull your arm back, and then smack her hard on the ass. The clap of flesh rings sharp in the silence of the coffee shop. You bend her forward over the counter and smack her other cheek. You continue, the clap flesh repeating until after about a minute or two, her cheeks are starting to glow red. You Quicksave [002].

Your dick is rock-hard now, and you plan to do something about it; you drop your pants to the floor and line up in line with the tattooed woman's pussy, finding that her body is aroused, ready to take your dick. Grabbing on each side of her reddened ass, you thrust deep into her hole, which stretches to accommodate the girth of it's invader. She's wet, and warm, and her pussy grips your cock magnificiently. You pull outward, your shaft glistening with her juices before you slam forward, burying yourself hilt-deep. As you start to fuck her, the sounds of sex begin to fill the coffee shop. You keep pumping, releasing your grip on her hips occasionally to spank her some more, further deepening the reddening of her skin. You find yourself wishing you could hear her, listen to her moan and yelp. Frustrated, you switch your grip to her hair, giving you a free hand which you bring down again on her toned ass, with a smack... and a yelp!

You freeze, half buried in this woman's fuckhole, unmoving, waiting to see if you imagined the sound. The tattooed woman moans and pants, to your surprise. It dawns on you; if you can freeze and unfreeze parts of this woman's body, why not also conscious and **** responses? Realizing the potential, you yank her back onto your dick, smiling as she moans desperately apace with your thrusts.

Your rhythm of fucking picks up into a furious pace, her moans crescendo to screams of pleasure, and finally, you empty your balls deep inside her. You stay in her for a minute, panting from the effort, your hands digging deeply into her ass. As your dick softens, you pull out of her, and cum flows down her inner thighs.

You decide to redress her and set her back where she was, looking admittedley a bit recently fucked, but keeping her panties, slipping them into your backpack. Getting dressed yourself, you sit back down where you were, preparing to unfreeze time when you realize you have to decide whether she feels the effects of what you did, or just has to react to the new state her body is in.