Refereeing the Second Challenge

I wait until Barbara beeps the door open and walks back into the office.

TIME STOP

Just a quick use of my powers this time, to slip back into the office before the electronic lock shuts me out. I hide under their desk, just like before. I realize I'm going to spend a lot of time cuddled up under here, but it'll be worth it. Also, whenever I need a break, I can just freeze time for as long as I want, and come out and stretch my legs.

TIME START

Barbara returns to her seat next to Mary.

There's an awkward silence.

"So, err... Did-" Mary begins, but is interrupted by a coworker approaching their desk.

"Hi girls, could you make a taxi booking for me please?" Harriet Heart's voice sounds above you. She had been your supervisor, and therefore the person who should have been responsible for your wellbeing when you took part in your internship here. But she had swept all the bullying under the rug, rather than ruffle feathers. She's third on your **** list, after the two bullies themselves.

"Um, sure, Harriet, but can't you just email us like normal?" Barbara replies, sounding a little annoyed.

"Sure, but I'd like to keep this one under the radar, if you catch my drift." Harriet whispers, sounding rather secretive.

Interesting.

"Oh, I see." Barbara replies knowingly. "Very well then."

"From here to 3rd Street." Harriet continues.

"Oh don't worry, I know where he works." Barbara says with a naughty flair.

"Shhhhh!" Harriet hushes Barbara. "Make it for 2pm please." She whispers.

"2... Penis... Mmmm." Barbara says in a teasing voice as she scribbles down the details.

Mary giggles.

That's very interesting. I'm going to have to try and learn more about Harriet's clandestine 2pm appointment later. But right now, I'm refereeing this wedgie war.

There's no strict time limit, as such. Rather, I'm waiting for the perfect moment to declare them both forfeit.

It takes a decent while of waiting before I get my moment. Nearly an hour passes, and the women seem to all but forget their challenge. Perhaps they've now fully convinced themselves that the clit itching was psychosomatic.

At least I have my phone to keep me from getting bored.

They spend their time performing their jobs with acceptable diligence, but also quietly bitching about all their co-workers. These two are real nasty pieces of work.

But then to my elation, the perfect moment arrives. Just as Mary returns from the kitchenette with two coffees, and having set them down on the counter, is returning to her seat, Barbara is also preparing to sit down, having been standing in order to reach some documents towards the edge of their giant desk.

TIME STOP

I get out from under the desk and study the two ladies. They both have calm expressions. They are entirely unprepared as for what is about to happen.

I crouch behind their two chairs and restart time for split seconds a couple of times, in order to have time stopped at the perfect moment where both of their waistbands are as closely aligned as possible to the tops of the backs of their chairs. Barbara requires some slight manual adjustment, but nothing that she will notice. Especially with the distraction of what else is to come.

For each of them, I pull the back of their panties out and up of their skirts into massive wedgies. Then I carefully hook the now exposed legholes round the top corners of the backs of their chairs.

Finally, I write two more cards, and place them underneath their coffee mugs. The coffee mugs that Mary literally just put down. That's really going to fuck with their heads.

Back under the desk I go, to witness it all from my private viewing booth.

TIME START

As soon as time starts flowing, the two women's butts drop down onto their seats, just as they were going to a moment ago.

But now, the waistband of their panties do not go down with them. They stay at the top of the backs of their chairs.

"Wha- aaaah!"

"Fuck!"

Both women screech in pained shock as they accidentally give themselves brutal chair wedgies.

Of course they immediately discover the problem and stand up to rectify it, but they must be really spooked now, and also a bit embarrassed, because most of the office heard their cries. As they rush to fix their underwear from its painful position in their butt cracks, they also have their closest co-workers jumping up to see what's wrong.

"It's nothing!" Mary squeaks.

"Just sat down wrong." Barbara mumbles trying to minimize the attention they receive from others.

Their colleagues sound confused, but return to their seats. I hear the two women breathe a sigh of relief. As I suspected, the last thing they want is public humiliation.

"This is insane." Barbara mutters.

"Could there really be a... Some kind of... Super powerful... Spirit Thing... Forcing us to play their challenge game?" Mary asks quietly.

"There's no such thing." Barbara replies. But she doesn't sound very confident.

Mary gasps. "Now look..."

Barbara gasps too. "Oh my god."

They must have noticed the new pieces of card under their coffee mugs.