Slow down, don't go mad with power

Jake wasn't calm about this new power now that he wasn't high. He was with a whole crowd of people who had fresh reasons to hate him and he didn't know if his power was going to wear off or carry some kind of price.

He could bet over a coin flip that they'd all be cool with this forever, but would it really last? Would controlling lots of time and lots of people weaken his power?

"I bet I know all the rules--" Jake couldn't finish the sentence, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn't use the power to be all-knowing.

Everyone else was watching him.

Judging him.

"Great," he said very awkwardly, "That's that, let's sit down."

The group, now including Carmine, pulled together two tables in a corner away from the windows. The manager had another barista to help him, but the manager seemed to be covering Carmine's share of the work.

Eric spoke first when everyone had found a seat. "Jake, this is Crim from our math class. She looks different when she's not hiding from the bullies in school... but not different enough for you to be such a dumb fuck about it."

Janie punctuated Eric's comment by smacking Jake on the side of the head. It was the thick part of the skull but she swung hard enough to actually hurt.

"You three are having a race to the bottom," said Crim. "Janie the vain, Eric the pig, Jake the idiot."

Jake didn't like that. He started plotting suitable bets.

Clarissa chipped in, "Jake is also a pig. He made me ditch my bra--although props for what he did with my face--and you saw what happened to Janie."

The conversation continued for several minutes but it shifted to Eric so Jake held back his bets. Most of the girls had more than one story about something "shitty" Eric had said or done over the past several years. Eric tried to object to some stories, but Janie insisted his opinion wasn't needed so Eric had to keep his ball gag in his mouth.

Jake listened, but he didn't understand some of the complaints. The girls were probably overreacting. On the plus side, Crim was getting along with Janie and her friends now.

The manager brought over the drinks, plus a drink for Crim and a variety of cakes and cookies. He happily told Jake, "The extras are on the house. Or paid for by your friends, more accurately." He looked at Janie but then his eyes slid over to Clarissa, who once again covered up and looked ready to complain. The manager shrugged. "Take your time, Carmine. The shouting is forgiven."

Jake mentally noted that the manager had not literally forgotten the incident. His words seemed to work as understood, not based entirely on phrasing.

Everything was chill again so Jake went back to work.

"Janie, that slap to the head hurt. I'm going to bend you over the table and spank your bare ass. I bet you agree afterwards that this was reasonable, and either way everyone will agree with your opinion of the result."

The whole group, even Eric, looked nervously towards Janie. Janie just moved some drinks to the second table, dropped her skimpy briefs to her ankles, and presented herself as a target for Jake.

Jake had a very clear view of Janie's well-maintained ass, legs, and pussy. His body stood up behind her on its own because he was too paralyzed to act or think, but his mind caught up and the power let him take back control.

He grabbed the right cheek firmly with his right hand, raised his left hand to strike, then thought better of it. He dropped his left hand and took firm hold of both sides of that perfect ass for a long second before the power started to pull his right hand away. He took control of his right hand, raised it high, and then delivered the hardest open-handed slap he was able to.

It was extremely loud. The slap, the brief scream that Janie tried to hold back, even the rattling of the table. There was no way anyone in the restaurant failed to hear it.

Jake wasn't paralyzed now, that had felt good. He delivered two more punishing blows to her backside and then paused to recover, having wasted some energy on enthusiasm and bad form.

Janie took this as an opportunity to stand up and look him in the eyes. She was practically leaning against him, although not quite touching him, and Jake felt more alive than he had ever felt in recent memory. His heart was pounding as though he had run two miles and his breathing was difficult to control.

Everyone else at the table held their breath.

"Hmmmm, tired already?" Janie winked at Jake. Jake suddenly noticed how hard he was, as his dick pressed against fabric and left a wet feeling from pre-cum. "It seems that we really struck a nerve, speaking so harshly of you. That was a little fun and I probably deserved it, let's call it even."

Janie's words defused the tension everywhere in the room except in Jake's pants.