On the red carpet

Jack walked up behind Scarlett Johansson, who was standing on the red carpet, looking gorgeous in a little black dress, smiling and waving to dozens of photographers. Time was stopped, of course. He took out a pair of scissors and snipped the straps of her dress. Then, her cut her bra-straps and the sides of her red lacy panties. Finally, he stepped back into the crowd and started time again.

Scarlett's dress, bra and panties all slid down her beautiful body to land in a heap at her ankles, leaving her stark naked in front of the crowd, who immediaely burst into laughter. Her delightful squeals and shrieks were everything he could have hoped for.

When she covered herself with her hands and began to run for the shelter of her limo, Jack let her get ten steps before stopping time again. He had something a little different in mind. He rewound time, back to the point just before Scarlett lost her dress, and started it up again.

But this time, he let it all play out in slow motion. For poor Scarlett, it seemed to take almost a minute for her dress to slither down her body, exposing her beautiful skin inch by slow inch. And she felt like she was moving through molasses as she began her slow jog towards the limo. Every second of that minute was spent in an agony of total humilation, of course, a tide of heat creeping slowly through her bare flesh.

Jack rewound time again.

This time, he played it back even slower, prolonging Scarlett's embarrassment even further. He could make it last hours, even days. He wasn't in any rush.