"One finishing touch."

Meg leans over and whispers something into your ear. A devilish grin creeps across your face. Of course, it’s the only kind of grin you have.

“My, my. What a clever idea. I agree, she totally deserves it.”

“She does! Can I do it? Can I?”

“Sure, why not!”

Janelle is sitting at her desk doing some paperwork, studiously not looking up at the gorgeous naked blonde being caressed and molested in the center of the room. You and Meg slip invisibly and intangibly under her desk, where you can peep up her skirt. She’s wearing white panties, warm and inviting in the shadows between her ebony thighs.

“How do I do this? Can I, like, stop time?”

“What part of ‘effectively omnipotent as long as it involves embarrassing beautiful women’ don’t you understand?”

“Is that a real restriction? Can I also embarrass ugly women?”

“All women are beautiful in their own way. Including the girl reading this, who I would totally strip naked and publicly humiliate any time, as long as that’s the kind of thing she’s into.”

“So I just do this,” says Meg, pulling down the time-stopped Janelle’s panties. She stops for a moment to ogle the secretary’s pussy, a midnight triangle of bush over delicious mocha lips and the faintest hint of hidden pink. Then, she begins to remove her skirt.

She leaves Janelle sitting behind her desk, naked below the waist, bare bottom pressed to the rough cloth of her swivel chair. From the other side of the counter, you can’t tell that anything’s wrong.

You start up time again.

Janelle jumps, then freezes. You watch her take a deep breath, steadying herself. She looks down.

Yes. That strange airy sensitive feeling between her legs was not mistaken. She is, in fact, no longer wearing any pants.

She looks left. She looks right. You watch her bite her lip, desperately trying to keep her composure.

“Hmm,” says Meg, thoughtfully. “One finishing touch.”

This time Janelle jumps a mile, emitting a shriek that actually manages to attract the attention of one or two students away from squirming Cass. Now she’s really **** to move. You don’t blame her. A well-lubricated ice-cold metal butt plug can be a very uncomfortable thing.