Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and

... calling him to act. So maybe it wasn’t as glamorous as stopping thieves, Jake thought as he pulled the pressed that big pause button, but Captain Clock… the Temporal Avenger… okay, he’d think of a flashy name later. The guy with the power over time needed to do something to punish these bitches. Captain Karma? No, too hipstery. Jake pulled a black sharpie out of his bag. Always be prepared. He stood and walked over to where the girls stood, all four with different sneers on their faces. They really did represent a lot of what was wrong with the world. Entitled white girls with perfectly-styled blonde hair and designer clothes who gave zero shits about anyone else. It would be fun to see them have a bad day. Jake chuckled to himself as he lifted the backs of each girl’s shirt. Uncapping his sharpie and leaving the cap floating in the air, he started writing. When he was finished, each one of the girls bore across the shoulder blades a stylish temporary tattoo stating “I’M A BITCH”. Below, as a tramp-stamp, he wrote “I make fun of veterans and am mean to service staff.” He had no idea if the old fella really was a veteran, but figured a little artistic license was in order. He tucked their shirts back down, then lifted all their skirts. Bitchy or not, he did have to admit it was a nice view: lean legs and tight asses. One by one, he removed each girl’s panties. He laughed when he got to the leader and found an unruly brown bush hiding underneath. Smoothing down the fronts, ...

... he tucked the back of each skirt into the waistband. Then he returned to his seat and tried not to laugh too hard as he watched the four girls order their drinks and expensive paninis with their bare asses in the wind. The old man noticed the show too, staring with wide eyes and chuckling into his soda straw. Jake was a little sad that they didn’t notice. They barely even flinched at the sensation of the writing and the cool air on skin. Their reactions would have been great, but he had to admit that watching them walk away and knowing they’d never know how many people saw them was just as sweet. Jake sighed to himself in content as the bitch squad went on their way and looked away, then did a double-take. There by the door the girls left by was Carol, smiling at him. She glanced at the girls and then back to him. Her expression made him think maybe she knew that he’d done it. She certainly didn’t react with any sort of shock at the sight of those four asses walking away. What was she even doing there? Jake waved to her and grabbed his bag, meaning to chase after her, but he looked again and she was gone. He paused everything and ran to where she’d been, but she was nowhere to be seen. He frowned, then shrugged and put his trash in the bin. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Jake relaxed in his office, having finished way more work already than he normally would need to, and thought about what else he might do with his new toy. Every time Marta walked by his office - ...