Testing her

The manager brought the woman a new slice of cake. This time it was chocolate. "This our most recent baked cake: double chocolate. It's layers of milk chocolate and dark chocalate.

"Thanks, and do I have to pay?"

"No, ma'am."

"Ma'am? Do I look that old. God, no wonder you're only a coffee shop manger, loser."

Right after the woman said that, she stood up, put the large slice of cake on her seat, and sat down on it with her cream colored slacks and wiggled her butt on it.

"What's going on?" Why am I doing this?"

"Are you Ok, ma'am...I mean...are you OK?"

"What did you put in my coffee? I bet you **** me, you pervert!"

The woman picked up her coffee and poured it over her head, luckily it had cooled enough to not scald her.

"What a freak!" said Etta loud enough for the lady to hear.

"I bet she wishes she was just like us," said Megan.

The woman glared at the witches. "I'm a freak? You three freaks will be lucky if you could get a job selling oranges on the off-ramp, bitches."

The woman stood up. "Oh god no!" she said as she wet herself. She grabbed her purse and hurried out, humiliated with a very itch anus.

The three witches laughed and returned to their coffee and conversation.