Finishing with Charlotte

Sophie and I watched Charlotte sprint for a port-a-potty. Just before Charlotte shut the door, Sophie stopped time. She ran a bead of super glue around the door jamb of the port-a-potty, so the door would be glued shut when Charlotte closed and latched it.

Sophie came back and restarted time.

Charlotte slammed the door, and we watched the red "occupied" sign slide into place.

"Good luck getting those panties off, bitch," said Sophie. She walked up to the port-a-potty and knocked. "Charlotte, it's Sophie! Can I help you?!"

"Arrrggggh! was all that came from inside. "Fuuuuuck! What the fuuuuuck?!"

"Charlotte, what's wrong?"

"Go away! Oh my god! What the fuuuuck?!"

"Fine!" screamed Sophie, "I guess your mom was right about you being a stuck up bitch with an itch!"

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Charlotte screamed.

We left Charlotte to her torment.

We spent the rest of the fashion show fucking with the models. Panties fell to ankles, dresses fell down, women found their butt cracks itching, and men found their balls itching. One woman, a local weather babe took the stage with a mustache and unibrow drawn on her face in an eyebrow pencil and an "I" a heart and a penis drawn on her forehead thanks to Sophie.

After our silly fun, we found a quiet place to fuck. Our power to stop time and fuck with people and our mutual sense of humor made us horny. When we finished, we decided it was time to set up Lilian.