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Chapter 6 by Ironnick Ironnick

Now, What should I do to Ms. Black?

lunch is served

Ms. Black walked to a Chinese restaurant around the corner. I followed her. She told the hostess whom she was to meet, and the hostess began to lead her to the table. Before the partner saw her, I stopped time. I unzipped her fly again, pulling it as wide open as I could. I then mis-buttoned her blouse, leaving her collar askew and her bra visible between a gap in the mis-buttoned blouse. I again gave her a nice wedgie. I also went through her purse and added quite a bit of extra eye shadow and blush. I went back to the entrance and restarted time.

 From my vantage point, I saw the partner rise to greet Ms. Black. I saw his eyes go up and down her body. As he took her hand in greeting, he leaned close and whispered to her. I could tell she then reached down and zipped up her pants. They both sat down, but as they did, Ms. Black missed her chair and landed hard on her ass. She was quite embarrassed and had no idea how she had done such a thing. I did, of course, as I had moved the chair. The restaurant was not quite busy yet, so I could request a table that gave me a clear view of Ms. Black's table. I could spy on her as I purused the menu.

Ms. Black's superior neglected to tell her about her blouse. I smirked as I thought about how slovenly she looked. I could tell the wedgie was bothering her as well. I let her order and chat unmolested for a while until her lunch order arrived. She had ordered the kung pao shrimp. As she went to take a bite, I stopped time. I removed the shrimp and rice from her fork, that was suspended right in front of her mouth, and wedged it under her. I then loaded her fork down with the hot peppers from the dish. I went back to my table and restarted time.

Ms. Black put the forkfull of very spicy peppers in her mouth and began to chew. It didn't take long before she started sucking air and fanning her mouth with her hand. She grabbed her glass of ice water but somehow, she dumped its contents in her lap. As she got up to run to the restoom, her pants fell to her knees. With her panties wedged up her crack, her superior, who was trying not to look annoyed and frustrated got a clear view of her ass cheeks as she bent over to pull up her slacks. She ran to the bathroom.

Does her lunch get worse, or do I let up?

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