Fuck with her a little more

“Well that wasn’t very nice,” I said, as time stopped around me. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.” I walked up to the bitchy woman wondering what to do next with her. As I approached, I was unable to take my eyes off her fantastic ass. It was flexed in mid-walk, and noticeably sticking out in her tight skinny jeans. The jeans were also doing their job by highlighting every curve of her firm butt. Remembering the woman’s order, an idea popped into my head. I retreated behind the counter of the coffee shop and grabbed a can of whipped cream. Returning to my table I restarted time and quickly stopped it again so that the whipped cream could be used. Walking back over to the bitchy woman I pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees. Next, I inserted the nozzle of the whipped cream up her tight little butthole and emptied the entire can. Laughing to myself, I pulled the bitch’s jeans and panties back up. Going back to my table, I restarted time.

Immediately the rude lady gave a shriek and stopped dead in her tracks. Her hands flew to her ass, as a large wet spot started to become visible on the back of her jeans. The whipped cream continued to leak out of her asshole and down her leg.

“Having troubles over there,” the barista laughed at the bitch.

The woman didn’t say anything in response. She just rushed over to the table where her purse was located. Hands still glued to her ass trying to cover the growing wet spot. The panicked bitchy woman quickly threw the piss filled purse over her shoulder, causing urine to drench her white V-neck.

“Fuck gross,” the woman cried, as tears formed from the embarrassment. She sprinted out of the coffee shop, whining like a little girl.

Deciding that I had enough of the coffee shop, I got up to leave. As I was approaching the doors I heard a loud snap. I turned around and saw an attractive looking blonde jesting towards one of the employees.

“Ya I’m not eating this,” she said holding a piece of cake, as the male employee approached. “There’s a disgusting smudge on the plate. Let me ask you, how hard is your fucking job?”

“Mam I’m sor...” the employee started before getting cut off.

“No, let me finish. These are probably store-bought, so all you have to do is put them on a clean plate. You have to be a retard to screw that up, and yet here I am with a dirty plate. So are you a retard?”

“Mam again I’m...” the man started for the second time.

“Never mind, just take this filth away from me, and expect a scathing Yelp review,” the woman yelled.

At that point, all time stopped. “I guess today isn’t your lucky day. If only you had waited another ten seconds to be a complete bitch,” I said, wondering what to do next.