Chapter 1

The dark sky became light and at some point, today became yesterday and tomorrow, today. The café refilled itself with people and the waitress from the night before refilled his coffee cup.

"Cream?" she asked, somehow looking past him. It seemed that customer service hadn't been high on her to-do list when preparing for her job.

"No, I-" she walked away, perhaps eager to serve customers who took cream in their coffee, as they should, "-drink it black," he finished anyway.

He'd successfully caused almost a full day to pass around him without actually experiencing anything. He'd have to try harder.

Looking at the waitress- now brewing a fresh pot of coffee- he saw a target.

Reality warped, and a new narrative was born.

Chantal hit the brew switch on the coffee maker and turned to go check on her orders. She made it halfway to the kitchen door when it hit her. Suddenly, he knees had turned to rubber and she had to grab the counter for support. Panicking, she looked up to see if anyone had noticed, but the customers seemed not to notice.

"Bathroom," she thought, and tried to move inconspicuously as fast as she could to the safe place. She quickly closed the bathroom door and, leaning against it, her hand dropped to her crotch. Why was she feeling like this? It was as though she'd just been having the best sex of her life but had stopped just before reaching an orgasm.

Massaging her lips through her pants wasn't enough to satisfy her, she needed to get off. What the hell was going on? One part of her mind was outraged that this was happening, and at work of all places. Meanwhile, another part decided that she might as well drop her pants and have a seat, since she was in the bathroom anyway.

The instant she felt her cool finger on her bare pussy, the rational part of her mind gave up. The feelings were more intense than she'd ever known. A second hand joined the first and she slid two fingers into her wet snatch while using the other to tickle her clit.

She was, of course, no stranger to masturbation, but she'd never had sensations like this. Pure lust gripped her entire body, and her muscled twitched involuntarily as she half-sat on the toilet.

Wishing she had more hands, Chantal abandoned her clit to knead her breasts through her work shirt. As her passion climbed, she pulled up her shirt and bra in one movement and rubbed her nipples.

It just kept building and building; as if there was no end to the heights of pleasure she could reach. She felt herself teetering on the edge of consciousness, afraid she might faint and miss out on what promised to be the best orgasm of her life.

Just when she thought she could take no more, Chantal came.

Her breath caught in her throat. All the muscles in her body clenched as one. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She jammed her fingers so deep inside herself that later she'd swear she felt her cervix. Her hand gripped her tit so tightly the bruise would take a week to heal.

And it was all worth it.

For a moment, time stopped, and then, to make up for its indiscretion, exploded in her mind like a supernova. It sent little explosions all throughout her body. Then her breath came back in gasps, her abdomen started contracting as if in childbirth. She could feel her toenails tingling and there was a loud ringing in her ears.

They say all good things must end, and like all your quarters on the last mission of an arcade game, her energy was spent. The fatigue began to creep in, soothing her high into a graceful decent into a bed of pure satisfaction.

She sat on the toilet a few more minutes before reluctantly returning to reality.

Panic gripped her once more as she realized what she had just done. Did she make any sounds? She couldn't be sure, but she was terrified that someone outside would've heard her if he had. She quickly appraised the situation inside her bathroom. It still smelled like a normal bathroom. The toilet seat was wet with her cum, but a wad of toilet paper or two would fix that right up.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her clothing was in complete disarray, and her hair had somehow taken on a life of its own. With a tiny bit of horror she realized that her pants were still around her ankles and quickly pulled them up, tucking in her shirt.