Chapter 7
by tcheser
Does her lunch get worse, or do I let up?
The fun continues in the restroom
Ms. Black ran to the womens restroom as fast as she could. Having spilt water all over her lap after "accidently" eating a big helping of hot peppers she needed to be alone for a minute to clean up and regain her composure. I gave her a couple moments before following. I then activated my device and froze time just before I entered the womens restroom.
Inside I found her frozen with her slacks off, furiously trying to dry them under the hand dryer. She had very nice legs I noticed. It was a shame she always had them covered. Fortuanately I could do something to remedy that. First though I secreted myself in one of the stalls situated so I could still see Ms. Black through the crack and restarted time.
Once time picked back up I was treated to the lovely scene of Ms. Black cursing and fuming and wondering out loud how this could have happened to her. It was very amusing. After several minutes of drying she seemed satisfied with her work and laid her slacks and somewhat damp jacket next to the window to dry while she took a tinkle in one of the stalls. This is when i froze time again.
I then exited the stall I had been hiding and watching from. Then with little ceremony I tossed Ms. Blacks finely tailored jacket and slacks out the window. It was delightful to see them land in a muddy puddle out in the busy street down below. I then snagged her purse from under the stall and emptied it into the trashcan. I then refilled it with ciggaretts, condoms and tampons from the vending machines. Done I retured the purse to where I found it, exited the restroom and restarted time.
What does Ms. Black do now?
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