Chaos ensues

Sound rushed back to the cafe, as the results of my hijinks were immediate.

“Unhand me you oaf,” Bridget screamed struggling from the headlock. As she freed herself, the patrons just gazed. The snobby owner of the elitist cafe stood in her reveling lace undergarment. One of her bimbo tits had popped out of her bra giving everyone an idea of how incredibly fake her boobs looked. Within a second Bridget released a high pitch scream before grabbing her clothing from the bodyguard and running to the bathroom. Her bouncing big tits and skinny ass made this a comical scene.

Vivian gave a low pitch grunt as she grabbed the table for stabilization. Her hips seemed to thrust back onto her bodyguard’s finger before coming back to her senses. She quickly turned around and gave the bodyguard a hard slap, before the other bodyguards tackled him to the ground. As Vivian bent over to pull up her pants, exposing her hairy asshole to us, Mrs. Watson tripped over her pantyhose. The holy women fell face first into the mayor’s black ass knocking them both to the ground. We couldn’t hold back our laughter as the conservative church goer’s pale ass was on display and her face was deep in Vivian Westerfield’s caramel ass. After a second both women jumped to their feet looking very embarrassed, as they pulled up their pants.

Polly and I were bursting out laughing, as I recorded the whole thing on my phone. Elaine on the other hand was looking around wildly before catching my eyes. She gave me the same knowing smile Polly had before.

Vivian having regained her composure, gave a loud snap. With that the bodyguard’s scattered to the occupied tables. The biggest one and clearly the leader approached us. He was probably 6’6” and 300 pounds of pure muscle.

“Phone,” he demanded.

“I’m not giving you my phone,” I said.

Moving quickly he was able to wrestle it from my hand.

“Hey you can’t do that just because your boss took a finger up her ass,” Polly said.

The man just gave her a smirk, and before I could react snapped my phone in half.

“Hey what the fuck,” I yelled.

“Shut up, you fucking twerp if you know what’s good for you,” he said before walking away.

I was about to stop time again to get my **** before a loud booming voice entered the cafe.

“Oh, so what’s going on in here?” The voice came from a good look young man. He wore an expensive white suit and had slick back brown hair.

“Nothing you need worry about, you must be Ryan Osman,” Vivian said putting on her political smile perfectly acting as nothing had happened.

“The one and only, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs.Westerfield,” Ryan said kissing the Mayor’s hand. “Mrs. Watson pleasure to see you and Elaine I’m glad to see you came as well.”

“It wasn’t my choice,” Elaine muttered.

“Oh come on, I think it’s very important for the most important members of our church have their opinions heard when I talk with the mayor,” Ryan said with a sly smile. Mrs. Watson beamed with pride while Elaine looked annoyed.

I watched as Ryan’s hand gave Elaine’s ass a squeeze.

“Where is my dear Bridget,” Ryan continued. “I thought she’d be here by now.”

As if magically hearing her name. Bridget came from the bathroom wearing her doll-like smile, “Oh Ryan it’s great to see you,” she exclaimed as they kissed eachother’s cheeks.

“Well now that everyone’s here shall we get started,” Ryan said.

“Umm who are these two,” Bridget asked indicating in Mrs. Watson and Elaine’s direction.

“Oh these are two of the most valuable members of our congregation,” Ryan exclaimed giving Elaine a wink.

“Oh… well you think they could dress a little better if they were going to sit with us,” Bridget said with a look of disgust.

Mrs.Watson looked hurt, but Elaine said, “Sorry I must’ve missed the memo on the sexy lingerie, I thought we’d all be keeping our clothing on.”

“What?” Ryan asked.

“Never you mind,” Bridget said quickly before giving Elaine a look that could kill. “Waiter tea for all of us,” she said with a snap, before looking at Elaine again, “Unless your palate isn’t sophisticated enough for tea, would you like an orange juice instead?”

Elaine just gave her a smirk, as the group sat down at the main table.

Not wanting to let Bridget get away with her insults, I stop time. Smiling, I went to my bag of supplies I had stashed in the BMW. I saw a non-venomous snake in a glass container, a container of mice, hot sauce, gorilla glue, laxatives, farting powder, a fire ant farm, multiple dildos and vibrators, poison ivy, and stinking nettles. Deciding to start slow I grabbed a pack of the quick acting fart powder. Returning to my spot I unfroze time until the waitress returned with the tea. Of course Elaine was the only one that offered up a thank you.

Stopping time, I returned to the table and gave Bridget an evil smile. “I don’t think farting is going to be considered high class,” I laughed before dumping the entire package in the snobby blonde’s tea.

Going back to my spot I restarted time. Bridget drank her tea ask the conversation continued. It was clear from the discussion that Ryan was the son of pastor James and Carolina Osman who ran the mega church, God’s House. It was one of the biggest churches in the country, but was surrounded in controversy in the forms of intolerable beliefs, fraud, and even some sexual rumors.

“Alright Mrs.Westerfield, if you can help our church by stopping the attempts to close certain tax loopholes and help us acquire the Linconfield property of another location over that sinful mosque,” Ryan said before being interrupted.

“Filthy terrorist,” Bridget spat as her hand started rubbing Ryan’s thigh.

I watched as Elaine just rolled her eyes.

“Yes, they will all see their place in hell. But if you do that Mrs.Westerfield then you will have the full support of the God’s House church,” Ryan said with a smile.

“I think that can work, I belief your church will bring in a better stock of people than that mosque. Overall I would love to have your support. ,” Mrs.Westerfield said.

“And I will coordinate a big gala at the church in your honor Vivian,” Bridget said with a smile. “And I’ll make sure that there is a dress code to keep out the uncouth,” the snobby blonde finished giving Elaine a smirk.

At that moment a loud fart Bbbbbbrrrrrruuuuupppppptttttt was released from the sophisticated women. Bridget froze as the entire table looked in her direction. “Um excuse me.”

“Guess hygiene isn’t apart of being couth,”Elaine laughed as she gave me a side glance. “Must be all that tea.”

“Shut up,” Bridget shrieked, like a kid throwing a tantrum. But no less time had gone by when another Bbbbbrrrrruuuuuppppppttttt was released from the blonde’s pampered ass.

“Haha you know if that’s what it takes to be high class I think I’ll pass. I’ll catch up with you all when your finished,” Elaine said as she got up. “And maybe cut back on the fiber, wouldn’t want to set off the fire alarm.”

Bridget looked absolutely mortified, her flawless image going up in gas. The rest of the table sat in shocked silence, nobody knowing what to say. Ryan having removed Bridget’s hand from his lap.

Polly and I couldn’t stop laughing as Elaine approached our table. “Hey, who’s your friend Wesley?”

“Hey Elaine, this is Polly,” I said through my laughter.

“Peculiar things happening around you today. First this morning and now here,” Elaine said as she looked back at the main table.

Bridget had just released another loud fart.

“Bridget, maybe you should excuse yourself as we continue,” Vivian said as she covered her nose.

“How dare you,” the blonde said almost in tear. “I’m Bridget Sinclair, you were nothing but a tagalog before you became mayor.”

Elaine looked back at us, “Yep lot of people getting their just deserts today.”

“Oh you too,” Polly exclaimed as she gave me a side look. “We’ve seen our share as well.”

My hand flinched to the watch on my wrist.

“It’s the watched,” Elaine exclaimed, as she and Polly grabbed at my wrist. With that all sounds stopped, but Elaine and Polly were still wrestling with my hand. It took them a second before they looked around.

“Holy shit, what the fuck,” Elaine said at a loss for words.

“One my god, I knew it was you,” Polly yelled with excitement

I watched as both girls ran around, waving their hands in people’s faces and poking different individuals.

“But seriously what in the actual fuck,” Elaine said running back up to me.

Giving a deep breath, “I have the power to stop time.”

Both girls gave excited screams.

“Oh my god, and you made me cum on Cora’s face,” she responded, giving me a light punch.

“He what,” Polly asked.

“It’s ok, I enjoyed it,” Elaine laughed. So what’d you do to bitch Barbie over there?”

I slide the empty package of fart powder on table.

“Haha well it’s working, the cunt is about to evacuate the place.” Elaine laughed as she approached the main table. “I don’t think you’re going to like what happens next,” Elaine continued with a wicked smile as she grabbed Bridget’s fake tits. “None of you are. What should we do with them?”