Happy Hour at the strip club on the edge of campus

You pull up to the strip club and park your ...well, that other guy's car. You get out and head for the door, but in the middle of the parking lot there's a couple, having a heated conversation in hushed voices.

He looks sullen and she's crossing her arms. She doesn't want to go in.

"Come on, honey, it'll be fine. It's for Jack's birthday, so can't you just humor us?"

The woman whines a bit more and sends the guy inside alone while she lights a cigarette. She takes a drag, pulls out her phone, and starts scrolling while she smokes. When the guy's inside, you pull the watch pin.

Time freezes, the woman's thumb over her phone's screen. You approach her and take the phone out of her hand. You position the hand that had been holding her phone over her breast instead and step back a few feet. With her phone, you take a photo. She looks pretty good in her faded denim skirt and pink tank top, but in the next one, you spread her legs and put one of her hands up her skirt.

You spend the next few minutes of non-time repositioning this young lady in increasingly lewd and naked positions. First she's pulling her tank top off, then mooning the camera with no panties. You've got a real dirty shot of her squatting next to her clothes in a pile on the asphalt as she burns a couple of strategically placed holes in the tank top with her cigarette. The shirt won't burn while things are frozen, so you have to push the pin in a couple of times real fast, but it's worth the effort. Once you're done, you have a full set of striptease shots of this woman apparently too prudish to go in the strip club and you leave her standing in the lot after replacing her skirt and upgraded tank top. She's unlikely to find her panties and bra in the dumpster behind the building.

Finally, using her phone, you open up her social media account and post a new album called "Happy Birthday, Jack!" You set her profile, and the album, to public.

You change her phone's unlock combination to something totally random, lock it, and put it back in her hand.

As you're walking into the strip club, you push the pin back in and time resumes. The woman continues smoking her cigarette, wondering why her phone won't unlock. It's probably only going to be a few seconds before she either gets a notification or feels the cool breeze on her exposed nipples. Either way, you'd rather not be there when she's wondering who to blame.

You head inside the club. Just inside the building is the entry hall. There's a bouncer in the corner, and behind the counter is some chick who works for the club but won't take off her clothes and is just here to sell you marked-up singles for tips and hassle you about dress codes and and drink minimums. Not this time. Before she can even welcome you in, you push the pin in again. The dull boom boom of the DJ's techno soundtrack is gone while time is still and the room is eerily quiet.

The bouncer is a huge guy in a suit and sunglasses. Even with time frozen you doubt you're moving him anywhere. You pat him down, (how the tables have turned!) and find he's packing, so you pull his gun out of his jacket and remove all the bullets. Just in case!

The chick behind the counter is a hot brunette dyed blonde with dark roots. She's got on a black Yellfight shirt, so she's metal, but she's torn the sleeves into tatters and tied 'em in tassel knots. The shirt hangs low on her neck, her cleavage held up and framed by her black sports bra. Stepping behind the counter in the dimly lit foyer, you see she's got on a silly little pair of denim cutoff shorts, her ass cheeks sticking out underneath in the back, and black platform heels that make her look like she's your same height. Finally, she's wearing pink glittery glasses with no lenses in them.

You squeeze her ass cheek and a sharp boner comes to life in your pants. You could take this hottie right here. You could freezefuck the off-limits, always covered-up strip club welcome babe, and nobody would know. You are about to, but you figure start small, so you step back around the counter, pushing the watch pin back in.

"Welcome, young man, you been here before?"

You'd prefer to skip her intro. "Yep, a few times, never seen you here before though."

She pulls her hair back behind her ear. "Yeah, well, likewise. So don't forget about your 2 drink minimum. You need any singles?"

You check your wallet, which is full of money you took from frozen people, but almost none of it in $1 denominations. You are about to hand her some large bills for change, but you remember your watch. You act like you're checking the time and pull the pin. You walk behind the register and take all the cash, looting several hundred in 1s and at least another $500 in larger bills. You then place a few 1s in each tray slot, covered by a single bill of each denomination, so the tray still looks sort of full and in order. You walk back around, stashing most of the money in your shoe, but adding a fat stack of $50 in 1s to your wallet. You push the pin back in and pull the cash wad half-way out of the wallet to show the girl.

"I found some," you say, fanning the cash in your hand and sliding it back into your wallet. "What's your name?"

She stares blankly. "Kendra. You should..."

You remove a single bill and place it on the counter. You slide it slowly towards Kendra. "For you Kendra, more to come once you're on stage."

She's exasperated. "I'm not going on stage, mister, I'm just ..."

You add another dollar to the counter. "You really ought to. It's weird to just go topless the whole night when you know you could make great money dancing and spend less of your time naked."

"What are you ta..." She's gonna say 'lking about?' but when she does, she's gonna see you standing there in front of you, one hand on your watch, and she'll feel a momentary chill before she sees the bouncer gaping at her chest. You grin about it as you finish the setup, tossing her bra and shirt in the trash can behind the counter.

You push the pin.

Exactly as you expected, she finishes the rhetorical question but trails off the end of 'about...' as she realizes her beautiful, juicy titties are completely bare, firm pink nipples pointing straight ahead, goosebumps breaking out on her breast flesh. She covers herself hurriedly and you walk into the club.

"Thanks!"