Restaurant

I remembered the restaurant that would not let me in a while back because of the way I was dressed despite having on a pair of new jeans and a buttoned down Polo shirt. I parked a block away and stopped time.

I walked into the restaurant to find a hot, tall brunette hostess looking over a book of reservations. She wore a tight knee-length skirt, white blouse with a few buttons open to show a hint of cleavage, and two inch heels. She was about 5'9 with a 34-26-36 body. I lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her light blue cotton panties. I pulled them to her knees, took a vibrating egg, turned it on, and slipped it up into her pussy. I pulled her panties back up and ran a bead of superglue around the inside of the waistband and pressed it against her skin. I lowered her skirt to the way it was. I saw a purse under the lectern she was standing in front of. I pulled it out and found her make-up bag. I used her lipstick to paint clown lips on her and put big red circles on her cheeks. I then used her eye liner to give her raccoon eyes and drew a penis on her forehead.

I put her make-up bag back but not before removing her driver's license, cash, and credit cars from her wallet. Her name is Kyla Roberson.

I looked up an saw a chalk board with the day's special on it. Roasted veggie soup. Braised lamp chops with grilled asparagus. Black Forest Cake. I erased it and replaced the menu items with Fuck Kyla up the ass! right under "Daily Special."

I looked around the dining room. It was not quite dinner time yet, so only two tables were taken. One was a couple in their forties, and another had what looked to be four business people: three men and one woman. I decide go into the kitchen. I see a large balding man in a chef's jacket. He looks unhappy. He has his hands on his hips and is glaring at a cute young woman who is holding a plate of uncooked lamb chops. She looks scared.

I see a large pot of soup simmering on the stove. I dump the laxatives and fart powder into it.