A nice walk around the lake

Thinking quickly I started to panic. Having not had too much experience with women, unless they were frozen, my mind was drawing a blank. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Krayl Lake, a popular spot for people to bike and run due to its beautiful scenic paths directly on the water.

"Want to go for a walk around the lake," I ask hopefully knowing, all to well, I had no backup ideas.

"I'd love that," Sophie said with a smile.

As we walked towards the lake I took one last look at the chaos we were leaving behind. The prom couple was still stuck on the ground, while the nerds continued to taunt and take pictures. Brad was screaming, and struggling to move from his spot on Bridget's upper chest. The hot sauce was clearly causing pain to his genitals, as tears started to swell up in his eyes. Unfortunately for him, with his arms tied to his girlfriend's legs, his hands were having trouble reaching his groin. He tried using his thighs to squeeze Bridget's silicon tits to extract the jar, but this was only providing the nerds was a more explicit shot at the prom queen's prized chest. The bitchy bottled blonde was in her own personal hell as well, as the itching powder in her ass was causing her to viciously squirm. Her figures found her exposed asshole; one hand tugged on the glued butt plug, while the other tried to itch any part of her anus she could access.

"Fuck it itches so back... god damnit it's stuck," Bridget cried to the cheers of the nerds.

At that moment a loud noise drew my attention to the restaurant doors, as the four business people exited. The chef had evidently wanted to keep his chairs because all four rude individuals were now relieved of their pants. This except the women who had apparently not found her top or bra either, and was only wearing a skimpy black lace thong. Each of their underwear were stained brown, as shit was visibly leaking down their legs.

"You're going to regret this after I sue the shit out of you," the business women yelled back to the chef, as she ran with her fake tits bouncing.

"Funny choice of words," the chef chuckled.

"Fuck you!! You piece of shi... you assho... Damn it, fuck you," the woman yelled not looking where she was going.

If in slow motion the business bitch headed in the direction of the snobby couple with her head looking over her shoulder. The evil cunt tripped and crashed into the duo. Her face was driven into Brad's exposed ass crack; knocking him forward with the **** of a mac truck. This allowed Bridget's pussy and asshole to be taken off display, but also caused the jar of hot sauce to be rammed directly into her slit. The large diameter of the jar caused Bridget to shriek in pain. This was not the smartest move, as the business women was still facedown in Brad's crack, which meant her shitting ass was directly above the screaming prom queen's upturned nose. The thong did little to block any of the diarrhea, as brown liquid streamed from both sides of the black lace onto the, once perfectly made up face of the, school biggest bitch. Brad and the business women were clearly knocked **** by the collision, while Bridget on the other hand was trapped beneath them sobbing: with itchy powder and a butt plug up her ass, a jar in her pussy, and shit raining down on her face. The nerds sat back stunned before laughing even harder with all their phones out.

"Haha wow let's really get out of here now," I said to Sophie.

"I second that," she said as we made our way to the lake.

Walking on the trail we watched the sun beginning to set, and it reflect magnificently on the water. Joking about what had just happened Sophie began to tell me about some of her other snooty clientele. She was in the middle of a story about some rich women calling a dishwashers a dirty wetbacks, when all of a sudden a blonde blur ran between us.

"Fuck, move," came an annoyed female's voice.

"Hey you can't..." I started before I was hit hard from behind and knocked to the ground.

"That wasn't very nice," Sophie said helping me to my feet.

Trying to regain my senses I heard a guy's voice say, "god damnit that punk knocked my shoe off."

I looked up and saw an attractive male and female both in their mid thirties with clearly dyed blonde hair. The women was dressed in a black sports bra with skimpy black and pink shorts, while the guy was wearing a blue sleeveless shirt and matching shorts.

"You losers ruined our time," the women said as she checked her watch. "Try running, or better yet stay the fuck off our trail."

Having enough I decided to stop time. The women was in middle of stretching her left quad while the guy was tying his shoe.

I walked over to the duo, but before I could reached them a wall of B.O. hit my nose. "Jesus somebody stinks," I said as I approached the couple. "Let's see who it is?" I leaned down to the guy and took a quick sniff near his armpit. "And we have a winner," I said as the pungent odor filled my nostrils. "Lets see if your girlfriend has the same hygienic problem," I laughed, moving behind the girl. Taking a big whiff I caught the same strong B.O. stench, but another smell was also drawing my nose. I look at the women's perfectly sculpted ass, and saw a barely noticeable but large sweat stain around her crack. Cautiously I bent down, and was almost knocked back by a nasty combination of swass and fish. "Whoa and I thought the B.O. was bad. Next time try deodorant on your lower region bitch," I snickered.

Looking over the couple I was contemplating what to do when I saw Sophie's frozen scowl. "Should I let her help me with these assholes or should I keep my secret and humiliate these two solo," I muttered to myself.