Fun at The Sinclair

I never put two and two together, of course I also didn't care so it made sense. It was stately looking estate on the edge of town. I only assumed it was some sort of B&B or something but 'The Sinclair' was the social club and café that Brigid Sinclair operated, owned by her real estate mogul husband Connor.

My new M3 fitted well enough in the small back lot that was hidden by large house turned social club and café though there were also a small mix of normal looking cars too. I spotted the black SUVs that looked very government like and figured that our new mayor Vivian Westerfield was in. I was little worried on how we were suppose to get in as we saw most of the guests were in semi-formal to formal wear. The Polly had nice polo, I doubt my t-shirt and jeans could blend in with this crowd.

Polly had knew some of the help though and was able to get us through the staff entrance. There we went to a locker room and borrowed a couple aprons. Polly assured that it was enough to stay low-key. "These people will only see that apron and not look at you for more than a second."

We were soon at on the main serving floor. It was the large house's dinning converted to a café with polish wood flooring and an elaborate chandelier. A bar-like counter sat at the head of the room while several long white-sheet tables lined the borders of the hall, holding drinks and finger food. The center of the hall was dominated by round purple cloth tables and ornate padded chairs. The place was half full with mainly older people dressed in semi-formal to formal attire. The staff were mostly men, who were non-white which was not much of surprise for this elitist establishment.

"There she is..." Polly whispered as we surveyed the room from a discrete corner. Vivian Westerfield was seated at a table in the center of the room. Black suited bodyguards who dressed county sheriffs deputies surrounded the table. The table itself looked like the others in the room but was larger. Also at the other end of the table was the last of The Country Club Cunts, Bridget Sinclair. Vivian Westerfield was caramel skinned African-American women with long flowing dark hair. She was slender but had the curves of someone that spent a least hour everyday at the gym. She was clad in deep red pants suit with a black top underneath and high-heels finishing her look. I could just make out the American Flag pin on the lapel of her suit jacket. Bridget was a busty artificial looking blonde with bronze skin. Her hips was too narrow for her bust and her face was done up so much it always looked like she was smiling. In most standards she was pretty but if you look at her too long the more she looked like a doll. She was in a pink skirt suit that hugged her busty frame perfect with white heels.

Not only did the presence of the black suited men and the bigger table made the pair stand out from the rest of the guests their general look gave off an heir of dominance, I wanted to tear that down so bad. I looked over at Polly who was looking at me intently. "What?" I asked smiling nervously. This was why didn't talk to hot women, their look always broke me down in someway. I wasn't sure if Polly knew how hot she way but she had that very look.

"What's going to happen?" She asked eagerly her blue eyes wide and grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you talking about?" I asked looking away from her and back at the two Country Club Cunts or better known to me was the mothers of Shane Westerfield and Mercedes Sinclair. Shane never assaulted me, he was more of a ring leader of the group while Mercedes was a queen bee of sorts, she never bothered me either but she treated other girls in my class like shit.

"Okay...play dumb Wes," Polly replied and she turned her attention back towards the women. "I bet something cool is about to happen..."

I looked back at Polly and couldn't help but to smile as she looked towards the cunts with expectants eyes and smile. I couldn't disappoint her. I reached into my pocket and stopped time.

I looked over at Polly once more, she was time-suspended like everyone else around me. I couldn't help but tip her back and kiss her on her smiling lips while also groping her breasts. When I stood her back up I lifted her skirt revealing the white thong she was in. I admired it a bit and kissed her on the cheek while putting her skirt back into place. "Something cool is about to happen..." I said into her unhearing ears.

I made my way from our spot in the corner into the main floor of the space. As I moved I bumped into someone familiar. She was in a dark conservative dress, hose and heels that gave off Sunday teacher vibes with hair tied back in a tight bun. Her blue eyes were blank but were aimed at the table where the cunts were seated. "Mrs. Watson...we meet again," I say waving a hand in front her blank face. I poked her in the cheek before my hand drifted south and squeezed her ass. Curious I looked around and was not surprise to see Elaine Watson a few paces away. The pixie haired brunette had bored look on her face while she was dressed in a matching black dress that her mother was in, Elaine looked better in the dress though, she was cuter. The dress looked good on her, she had nice legs and even with the conservative hemline, her legs still looked good in it.

Not losing my focus, I left the Watson ladies and continued my course towards the VIP table. "Wow...you don't even look frozen..." I say looking at Bridget's time-stopped face. She had a really fake looking smile, a smile she always had. I'm sure if she was not smiling her face would crack. With that thought in mind, I remolded her face to have frown before I started to strip her. I got her down to her matching white lace bra and panty set before I turned my attention to the new mayor.

Vivian was stood up and leaned over the table. I her pants were pulled down uncovering the fact that she had gone commando for the day but she had a lacy garter belt attached to nude stockings. I then moved one her bodyguards behind her and stuffed one of his finger up her ass a knuckle deep.

Back at Bridget I stuffed one of her hands down her the front of her panties and while the other tucked under one the cups of her bra. Another bodyguard was moved behind the artificial blonde and I posed him to have her in a headlock. The last the closest bodyguards was also moved closer and I piled Bridget's outfit in his arms.

Mrs. Watson and Elaine were moved up to the table and stood nearby. I hiked up Mrs. Watson's dress and pulled her pantyhose down uncovering her simple white panties which were pulled down next. Her dress was hiked up and her hands made to hold it up pussy flashing the cunts. I decided no to do anything to Elaine, I was starting to find her a little cute. As far from being a little too preachy for my taste she wasn't too bad.

I rejoined Polly and started time.