Some fun

“I don’t know, maybe drive around and see what fun we can have,” I responded as we walked to the BMW.

“Well if it’s anything like this crazy morning, I’m sure it will be fun,” Polly laughed.

“Haha you enjoyed seeing that tiny blonde shit on her boyfriend and the club president humiliated,” I asked.

“Hell ya, I’ve put up with so much shit, no pun intended, from all those snobs it was great to see them humbled. Not to mention what I heard happened to three fifths of The County Club Cunts,” Polly said.

“Country Club Cunts?” I asked.

“Oh sorry for my language, that’s just what we call these five women that rule over the club. They take elitist to the highest level. Although word has it Isabella Brentwood got stripped and was apparently fucking some vegetables, Charlotte Van Beek was getting pissed on in the bathroom, and her douche son was fucking Helen Astor‘s ass,” Polly explained, describing all the fun I had before I met her.

“Wow quite the weird club,” I said.

“I don’t think you understand, those are some of the most powerful arrogant cunts in town, and now their reputations are completely destroyed. If only Vivian Westerfield and Bridget Sinclair were there to be humiliated too,” Polly said.

“Who,” I asked pretending not to know.

“Oh those are the other two of The Country Club Cunts. Vivian Westerfield was actually just elected mayor, so now she thinks herself that much better then everyone. A real extremist too, speaks out hard against immigration, abortion, homosexuality, and promotes policies that hurt the impoverished neighborhoods. Bridget Sinclair on the other hand is a professional social climber. Will treat you like scum if you’re not on her social standing. Married to one Mr.Connor Sinclair who pretty much owns the entire town. Constantly holding parties and fundraisers, so that she can rub elbows with the elite of the elite. So two very deserving members of The Country Club Cunts,” Polly finished.

“Ya too bad they weren’t there, do you know where they were,” I asked, trying to prying any information to finish of my ****.

“Vivian has been absent from the club a bit since she’s busy with her mayoral duties. Bridget Sinclair is probably at her cafe. Her husband bought it for her to give her something to do. She has since turned it into a place only for the elites. Where she can host important people and cement her social position. Actually I bet Vivian is there too, doubt Bridget would pass up a chance to climb that latter,” Polly said.

“Maybe we should check that place out, could see some more fun” I said.

“Uhh I don’t know about that, that place is almost more snooty than the Club. I can’t sta…” Polly started before being interrupted by a female voice.

“Oh Polly dear, is that you?”

Both Polly and I turn to see a beautiful blonde in a green dress walking her dog.

“Oh I knew I could recognize that square body from anywhere. And who’s your friend with this beautiful car,” she said in a seductive voice as she approached me.

“This is my friend Wesley,” Polly responded though clinched teeth.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Wesley, I’m Stephanie,” the blonde pushing up her breast to me.

“Sorry Stephanie we were just leaving,” Polly said now fist clinched.

“Oh so soon, I barely got to meet your friend,” Stephanie said her fingers grazing my chest as I could smell the flowery sent of her perfume. I watched as she reached into her bad to pull out a pen and paper. Scribbling something down she said, “If you every want to take a real woman for a drive in that car give me a call.”

I watched the women start to walk away with an exaggerated sway of the hips. She only got a few steps before her dog stopped and took a shit on the sidewalk.

“Are you going to pick that up Stephanie,” Polly yelled out.

“Oh honey, I think that’s more appropriate for someone like you,” Stephanie said with a smile before continuing on.

Deciding I couldn’t have this all time stopped. I walked up to the blonde and took in her appearance. She was beautiful but I couldn’t let her treat Polly like that. Taking her dog’s leash I tied it around her ankles. Going back to my spot I restarted time.

Stephane gave a tiny yelp before tripping head first into her dog’s steaming pile of crap.

“Oh my good,” she screamed shaking her hand in disgust. “You dumb mutt,” she continued to whine before giving her dog a swift kick.

This did not work out well for Stephanie, as her dog trying to escape the **** took off running. With her ankles still bound the bitchy blonde was pulled behind him skidding along the sidewalk. It didn’t take long for the bottom of her dress to ride up exposing her pantyless waxed pussy.

Polly and I just watched the screaming blonde get pulled away; pussy on display, shit covered face, and ass getting rubbed raw by the cement.

“Don’t think I’ll be needing this,” I laughed throwing away Stephanie’s phone number.

Polly gave me a suspicious look, “Maybe we should go to Bridget‘s cafe after all and see if her and Vivian are there.”

I gave her a smile, “Sounds good to me.”