New day, new fun

My eyes flickered awake, while sunlight filled the bedroom. I felt Sophie's naked body inhale and exhale with deep breaths in my arms. Watching her sleep, I admired her beauty in a peaceful state. I reminisced on all the fun we had together yesterday and thought about what type of fun we were going to have today. At that moment I felt Sophie's body shift. Staring down at her, our eyes met.

"Morning beautiful," I said, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Ready to have some more fun today?"

"What do you think," Sophie said with a wide smile. "And I got just the idea of where to start."

"Oh do you now," I asked returning her smile.

"Yes, I do. Le Palais."

"Sounds fancy," I said.

"Oh, it is. It's a hotel that I use to work at before getting fired, and if you thought the restaurant I worked at was full of snobby clientele it's nothing compared to Le Palais. Right on the beach, the hotel was bought by Tiffany Weston, or should I say bought by her dad. Within a year she had turned the nice luxury hotel into a place for only the elite of the elite. The spoiled princess and her friends treated the hotel like their own personal play place and us staff like their personal slaves." Sophie said.

"I think you might need to reevaluate your job picking process," I said with a laugh.

"My stepmom made me work there. She was hoping to get some perks and get closer to the Weston's and other elites of the elites. I was grounded for two months after I got fired."

"So why'd you get fired," I asked.

Sophie gritted her teeth, "Amanda Gordon. The true definition of a haughty bitch piece of shit fucking cunt of a boss."

"Hmm seems like a lovely lady," I laughed.

"She was the hotel manager and if Tiffany treated us like slaves Amanda was the one holding the whip. Under her wrath, turnover at Le Palais was very high. It was a common occurrence to see employees leave crying and never return. She constantly yelled degrading insults at us, criticizing everything from our appearance to our intelligence to our incompetence. I finally lost it when she pulled up in a new Mercedes and then cut our pay for the 10th time. It was fun to watch how red her face got when I called her a bitch, but now I can give her what she really deserves," Sophie finished shaking my wrist and thus the watch.

"Well, I think we have a plan, Let's get going.

Sophie and I got dressed and walked out of the house. As we approached the car we heard a laugh from next door. We turn and saw Cora laughing with a different man.

"She doesn't waste much time does she?" Sophie said.

"I think when you fall into each other's diarrhea the relationship is probably over," I responded. "Hey Cora," I yelled giving a wave.

She gave me a look of discontent, "What do you want?"

"Just seeing if you were ok, heard a lot of yelling last night," I said almost laughing.

"Maybe you and your whore should mind your own business," Cora yelled as her face turned red with embarrassment.

At that moment all time froze, "Did she just call me a whore," Sophie said with a smile.

"I think she did," I said watching her skip over to my bitchy neighbor. She pulled up Cora's dress revealing her blue lace panties. She then moved the underwear to the side getting a good look at Cora's bare ass.

"Oh god, no wonder she's in a bad move her asshole is completely chafed from yesterday's messy bowel movements.," Sophie said wincing from just thinking about the pain. "Unfortunately this isn't going to make that feel any better." Without wasting another second Sophie ripped Cora's lace underwear up her irritated ass. She continued to pull up until the blue panties had reached over Cora's eyes in an atomic wedgie. "That's what you get for calling me a whore," Sophie said giving Cora a hard spank. Returning back to my side we restart time.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Cora screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hands flew to her ass as she blindly stumbles around until falling into a bush. Her wails of pain could probably be heard from three blocks down, as she was stuck headfirst in a bush flashing her ass with her lace panties practically cutting her in half.

Sophie and I just laughed as we got in the car and made our way to Le Palais.

As we pulled up to the hotel it was clear this wasn't your typical Holliday Inn. It looked more like a billionaire's massive estate. It was apparent this hotel was only for a certain type of rich snobs. As we opened the front door we heard a bitchy voice coming from the parking lot.

"About fucking time and get over here to open my door this instance."

We turn to see an attractive-looking blonde in a tight pink dress yelling at a limo driver.

"I'm sorry Miss I'm moving as fast as I can, and I let you know I was here an hour ago," the limo driver said.

"What did you just say to me? How dare you? You piece of filth. I will fire you so quickly if you dare talk back to me again," the woman spat.

"Of course Miss Weston, I apologize."

Sophie and I looked at each other with a smile, but before we could stop time we heard another voice this time coming from inside the hotel.

"Welcome to the club you bitch."

We turn to see three women standing in the lobby clearly in a celebratory state. One of the women wore a sash that said 'Just Divorced'.

"God, that old fuck should've died years ago. Great idea in hiring that prostitute, so I could take him for everything he's worth," the recently divorced blonde said.

"Worked on my last two husbands," the woman in the pink dress laughed.

"Here's to spending all those pathetic loser's money," the brunette with dreads laughed as all three women cheersed.

Just then all time froze. "Looks like we got some options."

"I got one more person I want to find," Sophie said as she climbed over the front desk and retreated into the back.

I walked up to the three gold diggers and gave each of their fake breasts a brief squeeze before I heard Sophie yell, "Ooohhhh My God, get back here you have to check this out."

I jumped over the desk and followed the sounds of Sophie's voice. I found her in one of the back offices with her hand over her mouth jumping in excitement.

"What," I asked.

"Look," Sophie said pointing. I followed her finger and saw what she was talking about. A professionally dressed woman was bent over her desk and had her skirt hiked up. She sported a stupid grin, as she was pressing a man's face deep in her bare ass.

"Let me guess Amanda Gordon," I said with a smile.

Sophie nodded with excitement, "And she's with that creepy douchebag Seth. No wonder why he wasn't fired after I reported him for groping my pussy and tits."

"With so many choices where do we start," I asked Sophie.

She just gave me that wicked smile.