More with the Brunette

I looked over at the woman in whose coffee I had jacked off. She was squirming a bit thanks to the wedgie I gave her. She sipped her cum-spiked coffee and made a face, but kept texting on her phone. I saw the brunette outside. She had her cap in her hand. I stopped time.

Outside, I took the brunette's cap. I dropped my pants and jacked off into the cap. I did not have much cum as I had just ejaculated into the other woman's coffee. After I came into her cap, I pulled up my jeans then took the cap and pulled it down over her head all the way down over her eyes. I then undid her pants and yanked them down past her knees and rebuttoned and zipped them. I went back inside and came out with a jar of sugar. I pulled her panties down, and shoved a handful of sugar in her ass crack and another in her pussy and neatly trimmed bush. I pulled her panties back up, giving her a wedgie. I went back inside and felt I had to pee. I went behind the counter and grabbed a cup the same size as the woman sitting inside's. I relieved myself in it.

Back at my table, I restarted time.

The brunette stumbled over her pants. She pulled her cap up over her eyes. She then reached down to pull her pants up, but since they were rebuttoned, she could not get them past her thighs. She had to take the time to undo them then pulled them up. I could hear her cursing. She redid her pants and walked off, stopping a few steps later to tug at her wedgie.

I looked over at the other woman and waited for her to take a sip of her coffee. When she was bringing her cup up to her mouth, I stopped time and replaced her cup with the cup of piss. I went back to my table and restarted time.

The woman took a sip of my piss then spit it out all over her phone. "What the fuck?!" she yelled. She took the top off of her drink and looked in it. She was furious. She went up to the counter.

I stopped time and put her original drink back in her hand. I turned the cup of piss upside down and put it in her purse. Back at my table, I restarted time.

The woman went up to the counter. "Care to explain this?!" she slammed the cup on the counter, splashing coffee on the counter.

The barista looked down. "It looks like your coffee."

The woman looked down. "No it's...it's...um...it tastes like piss!"

"You drank most of it," said the barista, clearly tiring of this woman's bitchiness.

"Well, fuck you!" The woman turned and went to storm out.