Two more

To avoid Ethan, the man moved to an area far away from the main weight room. Lifetime Fitness was quite a large leisure centre with plenty of gym facilities which meant that the man could easily lose people by moving to a different room or floor. Of course, with his ability to stop time, he rarely found himself in any real danger.

The next few minutes were spent looking around the various rooms to see if he could run into any of the Hateful Eight. Luckily, he had the advantage of the other members not knowing his identity yet so he didn't have to worry about blending in. He also had the knowledge obtained from his clients. The Hateful Eight had awful personalities, always clashing with the other gym-goers and sure enough, all it took was following the sound of a loud voice to find one of the Hateful Eight. Well two in this case.

"I DEMAND that you exclude her from future classes!" A shrill voice echoed throughout the second floor. The man took a seat a good few meters away from the argument in front of him next to a water cooler and poured himself a drink. His eyes honed in on the person who was causing a scene. She was Carmella Brooks, the girlfriend of Pete, who he had humiliated earlier. She was a short woman who seemed to have a fiery temper. The blonde's face was starting to redden with anger the more she shouted.

"We shouldn't have to look at that when we come here. It's an insult to those of us who pride ourselves on keeping in shape." The second girl with Carmella followed up with a retort and a smirk. Going back to his notes, the man identified this girl as Trisha Parker. From the pictures, he was able to recognise the light skinned woman whose frizzy hair was tied back. Today she was wearing a light grey sports bra and some camo yoga pants.

Having come in late, the man didn't quite know the context for this argument but sympathised with the innocent looking yoga instructor who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. "With all due respect ma'am..." She started meekly, "Margret paid for these classes and hasn't done anything wrong. She has as much of a right to be here as you." The man's eyebrow raised as he recognised the name of one of his clients. Margret? In fact the man remembered his client telling him about an issue involving her and Trisha and wondered if this current argument was stemming from that.

"You should be careful what you say!" Carmella shouted at the instructor. "You people should be doing everything you can to keep the eight of us coming to your shitty little gym! With our reputation as trainers we could make sure that no one comes here any more and you'd be the first one to lose your job!" Carmella stormed off towards the female changing rooms, her face tomato red, fists clenched. With a dismissive glare, Trisha swiftly followed.

"What was that about?" The yoga instructor turned suddenly and saw the man standing next to her.

"Oh, I'm sorry you had to see that, sir." The woman looked close to tearing up. "They... they can just be so cruel sometimes, those new trainers that started popping up a few months ago. They think they own this gym and always get there way."

"Sounds like a bunch of spoiled brats to me. I'm sure karma will find them soon enough." The man gave a warm smile.

"Heh." The woman let out a small chuckle. "That would be nice but things like that don't happen in the real world."

"I guess your right." The man expressed a coy smile. "Still... I wouldn't give up hope." On that note, the man left the instructor, walking away until he was out of eyesight and stopped time. Without fear of consequences, the man casually walked into the women's changing room. Carmella and Trisha were the only two people inside and were both in different stages of undress. Carmella was stood up. She was only in her grey yoga pants, her purple sports bra left on the locker room bench. Her left fist was clenched around a dangling key while her right arm outstretched at Trisha. The furious woman's eyes were widened and her mouth hung open mid-shout. It seemed that Carmella was still in a state of anger at what had just transpired.

Trisha was sitting on the locker room bench in her sports bra and panties with both legs spread out. She had a rather blank look on her face as if she were only listening to Carmella's outburst rather than giving any real input of her own. Her right arm was raised high in the air as she applied some roll-on deodorant to her sweaty armpit.

First of all, the man grabbed the locker key from Carmella's hand and and began to search through it. The locker only contained a change of clothes and a bag. Getting to work, the man scooped up the clothes, as well as Carmella's sports bra and walked out of the changing room to the nearest window he could find, dumping the clothes from the second floor. After walking back in, the man searched through Carmella's bag, finding a purse car keys and her phone. In what could be described as a bad trap you would see in a movie, the man laid out the three items on the floor, equal distance apart starting with the purse by Carmella's feet all the way to her phone by the changing room door. The man then hid inside one of the shower cubicles and restarted time.

"-nerve of these people!!" Carmella's shrill voice bounced of the walls. It took a few seconds of waiting until the man heard "Hey! What's my purse doing here on the floor? And look! That's my keys and phone! I swear to God they're trying to rob me now aren't they?!"

When the man felt that Carmella was furthest away from his position he stopped time again and walked out. Carmella was bent over right in front of the changing room door, her keys and purse in one hand, the other reaching out to pick up her phone. Having got her into position, the man pocketed all three items and smiled with glee as he opened the changing room door. The 3pm fitness class had just finished, which meant there was now a long line of men waiting for the water cooler. If the man restarted time now they would all get a great view of her exposed tits but that would be too light a punishment for this stuck up snob.

Moving behind the bent over Carmella, the man rested both hands on her ass and pushed with all his might. It may not have any effect now but when time started, Carmella would feel the full impact of the push, sending her flying out of the changing room. Having almost completed the first phase of the next humiliation, the man walked over to Trisha sitting on the bench and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up and placing her behind Carmella. The man repositioned her body so that both her hands were pushing against Carmella's ass. Satisfied with his work, he moved out of the ladies changing rooms and joined the back of the water cooler line, eager to see this play out.

"-and theNNGUAHHHHHH!" Carmella screamed as she hurtled out of the changing room landing on her hands and knees, sharply turning back to see Trisha standing at the door with a confused look on her face. Her next glance was a look of terror as she looked up at every man in the line staring at her or more accurately her breasts. "What the fuck?!" Carmella screamed as she dashed back towards the changing room door. Just before she could reach it the man quickly stopped time. Just after arriving at Lifetime Fitness, the man thought it would be a good idea to 'borrow' one of the master keys and was glad that this idea was about to bear fruit. He effortlessly sidestepped the frozen Carmella and locked the door. Once back in line, the show was ready to start again.

THUMP! Carmella slammed against the door of the changing room expecting it to open. "What the hell?! Trisha! Let me in you fucking bitch!" Carmella screamed attracting the attention of almost everyone on the second floor.

"I-I don't know... what...?" Trisha's muffled voice came from the other side.

Carmella was starting to panic now and wrapped one arm over her breasts as a cover. The only girl she could see in this small part of the room was the female yoga instructor who she was just talking to, standing alone. Carmella ran over to her, hitting her with a flurry of words. "You have to help me the doors locked please tell me you have a key I'm begging you just open the door please!"

"Woah, calm down." Inside, the instructor was loving seeing Carmella embarrass herself and wanted to savour the moment, already noticing that one of the men was recording this. She couldn't help but smirk at the woman who was talking down to her so rudely earlier.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!" Carmella's face was now bright red from both anger and embarrassment.

It took everything for the yoga instructor to not burst out laughing. "No ma'am... ahem" Her voice became shaky, using a cough to disguise her laugh. "You're gonna want to go down to the first floor and ask for a spare key."

"What?! And why can't you do that?" Carmella screeched

"Sorry, I'm off duty now, in fact I was gonna go home but I think I'm gonna stay for a couple more minutes."

"GRRRAAAAAAA!" Carmella let out an undignified screech and stormed off towards the stairs leading down. The man was about to make Carmella's day a whole lot worse and followed her while stopping time.

The man moved Carmella's arms away from her breasts and behind her back. Taking a jump rope from a concerned gym goer he tied her wrists together making her arms useless as a cover. Next, he slowly slid the tight yoga pants down Carmella's body until they were around her ankles and found, to his amusement, that she was not wearing any panties. "Sucks to be you right now." The man said mockingly. Deciding to take a back seat, he hopped on a treadmill across the room to blend in and restarted time.

Instantly, Carmella tripped on her yoga pants and fell to the floor. "What's going on?" Carmella whispered in fear. The once proud member of the Hateful Eight's eyes widened as she discovered her hands were bound and she was practically naked.

"Whoa! Get a load of this!" A man who had now abandoned his weight lifting shouted as he got his phone out.

"No! Don't look!" Was all Carmella could shout as she only made it worse for herself by shaking her ass around as she desperately tried to undo her restraints with tears streaming from her eyes.

The next couple of minutes was some of the most painful and humiliating in Carmella's life as no one was willing to help her, instead adding to her misery by making sure it was recorded from every angle imaginable.

Once Carmella had been reduced to no more than a whimpering baby, the man brought an end to her suffering by unlocking the door to the changing rooms. Trisha burst out, fully changed at this point and stood mouth agape as she looked across the walkway at Carmella, naked and rolling around. Quickly, Trisha dashed over, getting her friend up to her feet. The shame in Carmella's eyes was evident as she waddled back to the changing room to cheers and laughter from the other gym members who couldn't quite believe what they'd seen.

The next few minutes were quite awkward as all that could be heard were screams coming from the ladies changing rooms until Carmella rushed out as far as she could now fully clothed along with her bag.

The man was satisfied with his days work today and headed on down the stairs after her ready to go back to his office. On his way out he heard Carmella screaming for Pete while screaming obscenities and other things like "We're never coming back here!" and "Tell Cade we're never seeing him or his skanky slut again!"

The man watched on his way out of the gym, Carmella and Pete, the humiliated couple furiously march over to their car. It was safe to say the good people of Lifetime Fitness would probably never see them again. As he left the car park he heard one last scream from Carmella. The man could no longer hold his laughter and let out a hearty chuckle. He just remembered he had Carmella's car key in his front pocket as well her purse and phone. With an air of swagger, he threw all three items into the nearest trash can he could find and set off home.