Framed

I looked at the nearly empty glue bottle in my hand. Looking up, I saw the two overweight women had noticed the coed with her hair tied to the branch. I felt a twinge of guilt. The girl was just a working stiff trying to earn a buck, so I decided to help her out while keeping her humiliation.

I stopped time and carried the two women to the girl. Luckily with time stopped, gravity did not work like it did with time running, and the women weighed nothing. I put one woman's hands around the girl's pony tail and put the glue bottle in her hand. Picking up the girl's clothes, I put them in the hands of the other woman.

I got my phone ready and restated time. I quickly snapped a few photos before the fat ladies realized what was going on and started to look confused. I strutted over to them. "I saw you **** this poor girl!" I said angrily.

"Um, no, we..." one lady looked at the other. "We didn't...."

"We had nothing to do with this!" said the other woman.

"Oh no?" I asked. I showed them the photo with the one woman's hands around the girl's pony tail with the glue bottle in her hand.

"I didn't!" pleaded the woman.

"If I show this to the police, the two of you will be arrested for ****!"

"Please don't!"

"Well," I said rubbing my chin. "I'll tell you what. If you help this poor girl down then pay her enough money to pay to get her hair cut at a nice salon then pay two months salary she would make working here, I will not show these photos to anyone. Not the cops, nor the leadership of the country club, which would kick you two out in a heartbeat. Got it?"

"Yes, yes!" said the women.

I walked in front of the blonde who was sobbing. "If they don't do what I said," I told her, "come back to the club and tell the President. I'll provide the evidence these two assaulted you. OK?"

The girl nodded.

"Help her down!" I said. I walked off towards the hot girl and her sugar daddy.