Restart time

Getting one more idea, I found a cinderblock and propped it up against the steering wheel of the car, so the horn would alert the neighbors of the humiliation. Satisfied with the scene, I restarted time. Immediately the sound of the horn pierced the air, followed quickly by the screams of the four individuals. Surprisingly the thugs were screaming at the same high pitch as their girlfriends.

"Fuck there's something up my ass," the thug closest to the street light screamed. "What the fuck, is that your dick?"

"My balls are burning," the other thug yelled.

"Fuck mine too," the first man yelled as he started to hump the cold street light for relief.

The women, on the other hand, were just screaming incoherently. They had both taken to twerking on the pole, trying to rub it in between their burning ass cheeks. A crowd started to gather as people came out of their homes to see what all the commotion was all about. Deciding that was my cue, I started walking back to the nicer part of town. The last thing I heard over the blaring horn was, "Dude are you getting hard?"

Walking back to the shops, I was on the prowl for my next bit of fun when I saw the perfect opportunity. A red Lamborghini taking up two parking spots.

Deciding this was the perfect opportunity, I only had to wait a few seconds before the culprit was revealed. I skinny blonde, probably in her mid-twenties, came rushing out of a very posh and expensive looking store. She had a tight black dress as if she was dressed for a fancy event.

"Hey nice park job," I yelled to her.

"Fuck off nerd. This car is worth more than your entire life, and I'm not parking it next to whatever piece of shit car you drive," She yelled back.

That was all the convincing I needed as all time stopped. Pick the women up I took her over to the park across the street. In the park was a little walkway with a fenced tunnel covered in plants. Getting an idea, I quickly stripped the women. She was absent any undergarment making the process all that much easier. She was a tiny little with a nice pair of perky tits. Next, I took a pair of bondage restraints out of my bag and tied her wrist to the top of the walkway tunnel, so she was standing on her tippy toes.

"hmm I don't think you've quite had enough," I said to myself. "Since you seem like such a spoiled brat, I think I'll provide you with some long overdue punishment." Giving my hand a quick blow, I started delivering spank after spank in quick succession to her tiny little booty. Only stopping once my hand started to hurt. Grabbing the keys to her car, I took a few paces back and restarted time.

Immediately her petite ass turned bright red like a tomato. Her hips flung forward, as her screams pierced the air.

"My aaaaasssssssssssssss," she cried, as she uncontrollably bucked her hips. Park-goers started to gather taking pictures. "What the fuck, stop that. Do you know who I fucking am," she yelled kicking her feet out at two teenage guys recording her with their phones.

"Nope, but the whole world will soon enough," one of the boys laughed.

I just basked in the whines as I returned to my new red Lamborghini. I got in wondering where to go next when something in the cup holder caught my attention. An invitation to the exclusive Oak Hill Country Club for their famous annual wine mixer. The date and time said the mixer was already in full ****. Probably why that brat was dressed so nice. To say the Oak Hill Country Club was only for rich people would be an understatement. It was for people so rich that the only thing they do all day is show off their wealth and outdo their other rich 'friends'.

I smiled as I pulled up to the gated of the exclusive club. The gate attendant asked for my invitation and let me in. Driving up I was in aw. The massive white building was as big and pristine as anything I had ever seen. To the side of the building was a large tented area decorated in the most expensive jewels and flowers. A game of polo was taking place right next to the socializing area. I got out of my car, and the valet gave me my ticket. Still stunned by how the other side lived, I looked around trying to just take in the lifestyle. I walked passed the horse stables and saw the golf course out back. Looking around, I wasn't watching where I was going until I ran into someone.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

A girl with brown hair turned around and looked at me with disgust.

"Did you just fucking touch me," she sneered at me. "Fucking help, how dare you even get close to me. Don't make eye contact with me you piece of shit."

"Everything ok Blair," a man said.

"No this worthless piece of scum bumped into me."

Immediately I was surrounded by a group of snobby elites looking at me as if I was less than shit on their shoes.

"Hey punk, how about you scram before I beat the shit out of you," one of the guys said.

"Brad, you don't want to touch that filth," the blonde said.

Having enough, I decided it was time to bring these elites back down to earth with the rest of use. Everything froze around me, as I laughed with joy.