Obviously have more fun

I watched Sophie finish with the young couple before returning to my table.

"You see that girl over there? She pretty much epitomizes the clientele here. She always comes in complaining the entire time; saying her daddy is gonna buy this whole place and fire us all. Then brags about how rich she is before refusing to leave any sort of tip," Sophie finished, as she gave the teen an evil look.

"Really starting to sound like an awesome job you got here," I said sarcastically.

"Haha ya, apparently this is her senior prom, and she demanded everything to be oh so perfect," Sophie scoffed, as she rolled her eyes.

"Well maybe the karma bug will bite her just like that other couple," I said with an all too knowing smile.

"I wish," Sophie responded, looking dreamily off in the distance.

Just then the businesswoman's voice brought Sophie back to reality. "Umm ya HELLO, I know delivering soup 30 minutes late is quite the accomplishment for you, but you do realize that's only the appetizer. There's actually this new thing called an entree. Maybe if you'd stop flirting over there we'd have it already."

"Of course mam, I'll go check on it right now," Sophie said before turning back to me. "Talk about someone who needs a bite from the karma bug," she whispered.

I laughed as Sophie retreated back to the kitchen. Thinking about what to do next, I started eavesdropping on the young couple.

"Oh Brad, do you think Gretchen will beat me out for prom queen," laughed the girl in a joking fashion.

"Haha babe, I don't know. Those nerds tried their very best, but after you exposed her stuffed bra to the entire class I doubt she'll even show up," Brad chuckled.

"And you, running into her date like that; almost putting him in the hospital," the girl giggled.

"I swear I didn't even see him," Brad recalled with a sly smirk that told otherwise.

"I can't believe they actually thought they could win. Um hello this isn't a fucking movie; this is real life, and in real life they will always be losers," the girl cackled.

"All hail Bridget Daniels the homecoming and now prom queen," Brad said, as the girl gave a pageantry type wave.

Getting fed up with the couple's vitriol I stopped time, and walked over to their table.

Simply put, Bridget looked magnificent. She had a perfect deep tan, which could only be obtained through many hours spent in a tanning bed. Her long blonde hair was done up in an impressive bun that must of cost hundreds upon hundreds of dollars. The black dress she wore had a low plunging neckline, and sparkled almost as much as the diamond necklace that rested between her obviously fake but massive breast.

Brad had on a tailored tux that form fit his muscular body, while his black crew cut hair blended seamlessly into his trimmed beard.

I looked through my bag of goodies, as I thought about what to do next. My eyes found the jar of hot sauce, and an idea popped in my head. Going over to Brad, I pulled down his pants and boxers exposing his limp dick. Next I grabbed the hot sauce, and dipped his cock and balls in the jar. After that I lined the top of the jar with super glue, and stuck it to his body; completely encasing his genitals in the fiery hell. Pulling Brad's pants and boxers back up, I sat him in his chair.

Next I turned my attention to Bridget. Going back to my bag, I withdrew the butt plug. Standing her up, I lifted the hem of her dress, so it was bunched around her waist. Her ass was incredible; exceptionally tight and had the same tan that covered the rest of her body. Her tiny zebra print thong quickly found its way to the floor; exposing her brown landing strip, which betrayed her blonde locks.

"I see we've got a nice little bottled blonde here," I chuckled.

After admiring Bridget's naked lower half, I bent the bitch over, and put her asshole on display. Her hole was the same color as the rest of her body; telling me the snob had some nice anal bleaching done.

"And you made fun of that girl for stuffing her bra. Everything about you is fake: fake tits, fake tan, fake hair color, fake asshole color, even your nails and eyelashes look fake," I said taunting the frozen bitch.

Getting on with my plan, I unapologetically jammed the butt plug up Bridget's tight anus, and twisted it around a little before pulling it back out.

"So you think your shit doesn't stink, think again bitch," I said, as I wiped the soiled sex toy just under her upturned nose; leaving her upper lip just a tad darker than before.

I looked over the frozen prom queen again; her asshole was now gaping from the butt plug's anal intrusion. Going back to my bag of goodies, I grabbed all five packets of itching powder, and one by one emptied them into Bridget's dirtiest of holes. Lastly I coated the butt plug with the super glue, and shoved it back up the bitch's ass.

I discarded Bridget's thong in a near by garbage before lowering her dress, and positioning her back on the chair. Getting one last idea, I searched the restaurant for a tool box, and eventually found one in the back office. I took the hammer and some nails, and proceeded in nailing the hem of Bridget's dress to the floor.

Satisfied with my work, I went back to my spot. Taking a quick glance at the business people's table, I was happy to see an uncomfortable grimace evident on the blonde man's face. I laughed at the upcoming entertainment, and wondered whether to restart time or do something else.