Time to leave the club

I got to the parking lot before restarting time, surprisingly the laughs of the crowd were being drown out by loud farts and the splashing of shit. Getting one last look at my chaos, I turned around and was not disappointed.

Regina's shit geyser had now become loud expulsions of excess gas and a trickling stream of shit. The president and reporter were immobile and completely unrecognizable under the filth; telling me that the mixture of anal intrusion and unbearable stench had knocked them ****.

Regina had apparently recovered from her massive bowel movement and became aware of her surroundings. The once spoiled princess of the country club sprinted through the crowd, with her head in her hands, totally naked. Her fake tits barely bouncing, as the sweat on her tan skin glistened in the sun. The snobby bitch was near perfection, except for the trail of shit she left leaking from her asshole.

Satisfied with my utter destruction of this once pristine social elite club; I turned and walked to my car, but not before hearing, "Hey look what's over there at the 8th green." I laughed at the fact that the cheating scum and home wrecker would not be spared the embarrassing exposure. Just then a red corvette sped right past, almost hitting me, and parked in a handicap spot.

A man and woman, both in their early 20's, stepped out of the car. The man was fairly built and had styled blonde hair. He wore a white shorts and polo combo with a pink sweater around his neck. The girl on the other hand was very petite with long strawberry blonde hair. She wore a white blouse and a short pink skirt.

"Hey you almost hit me," I yelled to the couple.

"Well next time don't get in the way of my car," the man yelled back, as he rummaged through his trunk.

"You also can't park in that spot," I said.

This time it was the girl that turned back and said, "Oh look Tommy, we took the little retards spot."

"Nah Steph, he doesn't need that spot yet, but he will when I'm done with him," Tommy said as he started walking towards me.

"It looks like one more for the road," I said to myself, as I stopped time.

Looking down at my bag of goodies, the only thing left was the deep heating muscle cream. "I guess we'll be turning up the heat on you two."

Looking over the couple, I thought about what to do with them. I saw two golf bags in the trunk of the corvette, and quickly formulated my plan. Collecting six golf balls, I returned to the duo. I stripped the man first, all the way from his pink sweater to his matching pink boxers. To my shock and disappointment Tommy was hung like a horse. His limp dick was probably a solid six inches and as thick as a babies arm.

Turning away in anger, I walked over to Tommy's girlfriend, and proceeded to strip her. Underneath her club outfit, Steph had on a lace pink thong and matching bra, which quickly joined her blouse and skirt on the ground. Her tits were small but perky and fit well on her small frame. Her pussy was completely shaven and the lightest shade of pink I had ever seen. I was shock by how tight she looked after seeing the size of Tommy's cock; I even gave her a little poke to be certain she wasn't still a virgin.

Getting on with my plan, I placed Tommy and Steph facing each other on opposite sides of the handicap sign. With their discarded clothing, I tied Tommy's hand behind Steph's back and Steph's hands behind Tommy's back; making sure to intertwine their arm so they were stuck. To solidify their situation I also tied their ankles to each other.

I looked at the douche couple tied together with the handicap sign in the middle, and proceeded onto phase two. Grabbing the deep heated muscle cream, I coated all six golf balls and proceeded to shove three up each of the snob's dirty assholes. Next I rubbed a generous amount of the cream on Tommy's cock, balls, and nipples as well as Steph's pussy and nipples until the large container was empty. I took the keys to the corvette and both their wallets before restarting time.

Immediately the couple screamed in unison, probably from having three golf balls jammed up their asses.

"What the fuck is going on Tommy," Steph shrieked.

"Fuck, something's up my ass," Tommy whined.

"Me too, and what the.... ah shit it's starting to burn," Steph screamed.

"God damnit, get it out," Tommy yelled.

Watching from inside the corvette, I laughed at the sight of both Steph and Tommy, in disgust, spread each other's butt cheeks and gently poke their middle fingers in the other's nasty assholes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Tommy yelled again, as it was clear the heat in his groin had kicked in. His yells were quickly followed by Steph's, as her clit was throbbing red. The only relief the two saw was the cold metal pole, of the handicap sign, between them. Both started humping the pole and rubbing their nipples on it, while still fingering each other's assholes. By this time both sets of nipples were erect to the fullest along with Tommy's nine inch rock hard cock, which was occasionally missing the cold pole and stabbing Steph's tight cunt.

Laughing at their predicament I started up the corvette and drove off; doubting the HOT couple even noticed.

Still chuckling, I realized my bag of goodies was now officially empty. I looked through the couple's wallets to see how much money they had left me, and was met with an unexpected surprise. Thomas Croft and Stephanie Croft, and I don't recall seeing any wedding rings; guess the dinner table is gonna be a tad quiet at the Croft household.

Driving around I made a few stops to refill my bag of goodies: two vibrating eggs, one eight inch vibrator, a butt plug, nipple clamps, hot sauce, mousetraps, laxatives, farting powder, fast acting adhesive, and itching powder.

I contemplated just were to go next: the snooty restaurant down the street that kicked me out for not having a jacket, the new nightclub that's so exclusive you need to be on the list just to stand in line, the feminist protest rally I heard was going on outside the capital building, or really anywhere else.