Country Club

I was almost frozen myself with indecision, there were so many different potential places to have fun. So many women to see naked. So many deserving individuals needing to be humiliated, but where to first?

It was at that moment a businesswoman walked past me talking very loudly on her phone. I watched as she threw a newspaper on the ground even though she was only feet away from a garbage can.

“Hey are you going to pick that up,” I yelled at her. Annoyed that she felt herself so important that others should clean up after her.

She flicked me off, sealing her own fate. Stopping time I walked over to her and picked up the discarded newspaper, but before I could proceed with taking this bitch down an article caught my attention. The headline read:

‘Brentwood County Club avoids any punishment for discrimination in class action lawsuit’

The name sent a chill down my spine. It had been a couple years now, but it was a time I would not soon forget. My parents had worked hard and decided it would be nice to send me to this expensive private school. I hated every second of it. I got bullied daily for not being in the same social economic class as everyone else, but I couldn’t say anything to my parents because they seemed so proud. This was especially true with my mom as she was starting to make friends with some of the other snooty moms.

Then one day she came home radiating pure excitement, talking about how Vivian Westerfield, Bridget Sinclair, Charlotte Van Beek, Helen Astor, and Isabella Brentwood had invited her to the prestigious Brentwood Country Club. She was beaming with so much pride, about being accepted by these women, I didn’t have the heart to tell her those were the mom’s of some of my biggest bully’s.

Regardless I was happy for her. She seemed so enamored with the Club and her new friends. They even told her that she would be a member soon. All was going well for about a month until one day my mom came home crying. Apparently it had all been a sick game. She had been denied membership and humiliated in front of the entire club. They told her that she wasn’t good enough to shine their maid’s shoes let alone be a member of the prestigious club. Those entitled women just played with my mom because the were board and could. I looked at my watch with a smiling, knowing exactly where I was going next.

It was at that moment I remembered why I picked up the newspaper in the first place. Looking at the frozen blonde still on her phone, “But you first,” I said.

I proceeded to pulled down the woman’s white pants quickly followed by her skimpy white thong. Next I rolled the newspaper up tight and jammed it up her puckered little asshole. Satisfied I stepped back and restarted time. The bitchy blonde screamed into the phone before dropping it on the ground. Her hands flew to her ass as she hopped around in pain. Eventually she tripped over the pants around her ankles and was sent head first into the garbage can nearby. Her pleas for help were muffled by the trash, but her pale white ass and newspaper up her anus were on clear display for everyone to see as she wildly kicked her legs.

“I guess that’s one way to throw away your trash,” I laughed as I made my way off to the prestigious Brentwood Country Club for some serious karmic punishments.