Karen

Your manager was on fired today. So you were in charge of the store. You were walking around the store casually, doing your work and stocking the shelves, when you heard a entitled feminine voice.

“EXCUSE ME!”

You than turned to meet a 30 year old woman wearing pearl earrings and a very small pair of glasses, within a large tight emerald emerald shirt that fits her good and a pair of sleek rubber black yoga pants that looked a bit too tight. Within a big and jiggly chest and wide and squishy pillow-like hips.

“WHERE'S THE MANAGER?!”

You told the Karen that your in charge. She looks at you. Within her chest, hips, thighs, and ginormous behind wobble a lot.

“Your employees have been extremely rude!”

You tried to calm the Karen down, but she got really angry.

“WHAT?! MY FRIENDS ARE THE COMPANY OF THIS STORE!! Anyway..”

The Karen than yells at you because he wanted more of this product that she loves a lot.

“I DO NOT ENOUGH MONEY! So, give me a discount or I'll SUE YOU!”

She yelled out, making herself wobble like Jell-o. She is much more of a living human liquid than just a female.

It had been quite the hectic break for a working class fella like you as a waiter. Rushing around serving food, drinks and providing excellent customer services to those who are or aren’t deserving. You think you would have seen every type of complaint from any guest but this one table with one singular lady who constantly has your attention, and not in a good way.

This middle aged woman who had been constantly nagging and getting your attention at the window booth seat that she insisted on having. She would somehow find something wrong and send back all the things she ordered. From her drinks having too much or little ice to her bread being too bready, whatever that means, and just giving off hand and condescending comments. But this steak and potato meal she just ordered was the last straw for her.

“I can’t believe you gave me this pathetic excuse for a steak again!” She sneers, showing you her very well done steak she specifically requested and sent back five times already for being too bloody and raw even though the poor steak has been cooked beyond repair. “This thing is practically still moving, look at all the blood leaking out, it’s a massacre!”

She gets up and tosses the plate of steak and potatoes towards you, almost spilling the food all over the floor as she grabs your collar and gets into your personal space. “You better give me a good piece of meat or else I’ll have to take it myself from you!”

Its a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming….on days like this people like you, are selling lemonade for your college project you are doing! This was just a simple project for your business class to see how well you can run a small business for a week and you decided to sell lemonade and other refreshing drinks to hydrate your fellow neighbors and other people.

Your business was doing pretty well, selling out on most of your homemade drinks and word was getting around of a nice and local business selling lemonade and other drinks at an affordable price. This one middle lady heard about this in her neighborhood and instead of being happy and buying some drinks herself, she came storming in, holding her purse closely next to her with a scowl.

“Excuse me, Excuse me, what are you selling here?” She demands in a over haughty tone, checking out your lemonade stand and peering into the coolers and pitchers storing your drinks with a vigilant eye. “Do you have a permit to sell these, I don’t want some random stranger selling this crap when there are innocent children running around!”

You did in fact have a permit registered in your state and city to sell food and drinks, generously provided by your business class so you didn’t run into any problems selling but even when shown the permit to this lady, she still didn’t believed you as she snatched the permit from your hands and looked at it carefully with the classic squint. “This isn’t real, this is clearly a fake permit! How dare you try and pass this crap off and try to poison our children with these mysterious beverages. Shut this place down or do something else or I will inform the police!”

Somehow in a series of unfortunate events, you ended up becoming neighbors with the local neighborhood Karen. She has recently moved in next to you after you got your own place after you moved out of your parents place for college. She had only been here for a few days and had already released her rain of entitled and spiteful terror upon everyone around her, knocking on her neighbors door for the smallest infractions. Things like having a weird colored mailbox, to having your music playing too loud during picnics, to even complaining about all the Amazon packages coming in and out of here, annoying her to the max.

She has recently overheard a conversation you had with a USPS driver man, since you had delivered a 5G Home internet router to your home. She was enraged since she had saw some Facebook post from some random pseudoscientific saying that 5G waves cause cancer and autism?! Anyone with at least once brain cell could tell this was bogus but she believed it and was furious you would bring device into her neighborhood. So right when the USPS delivery man left, she came to your door right as you were gonna close it, sticking her foot in the doorway and letting herself in.

“Hey, don’t you dare open up that box! “She states forcefully, snatching the box out of your hand and tossing it aside, pulling out her phone and showing you the Facebook post she saw earlier.* “Don’t you know that 5G waves cause cancer and autism?! How dare you bring in this device of terror to this neighbor full of innocent children!”

She got up all in your face, practically spraying her spit in your face as she yelled and be raised you about the supposed effects of 5G waves on people, her large breast pressing against you firmly as she continued her rant. “Clearly people like you don’t understand the serious hard that comes with these new technologies. You need to be taugh a lesson on what is right and wrong, and thankfully I am more than willing to show you.” She then forcefully pushes you against the couch, peeling off her yoga pants and panties as she pulls out your cock, positioning herself above it with a confident smirk on her face. “Maybe this will knock some sense into once I milk every last drop of your spunk out of your tiny little balls.”

It was yet again, another beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming….on days like this girls like you are taking a nice walk alone to your local college. The sun was particularly bright and shining today so you decide to dress appropriately for the climate. Something cool and cute which was some Jean shorts that just went above yours knees and a cropped blouse that showed a bit of stomach and covered your shoulders and chest. You think that this summer but modest clothes would be fine to bring to class and enjoy your day as any other college student, but someone else thought otherwise.

The local Karen has stormed up to you, walking by you and looking at your outfit with pure disgust and anger. She blocked your path with her body and crossed her arms under her large breasts angirly. “Excuse me young lady, Where do you think you're going dressed like that?!” She sneers, grabbing the bottom of your cropped blouse and trying to pull it down more. “You think showing off your body like this is appropriate when there are children running around?!” She retorts, looking down at your shorts as she gasps and gets closer to you, trying to cover up your body by pressing her plump body against you. “And what are these shorts you have here, they should be at your ankles, not showing off all of your legs and thighs, do you not have any decency or decorum?!”

She then drags you by the arm back to her home, busting down the door and taking you to her bedroom as she stands over you with an intimidating and deadly glare. “Luckily for you, I have some of my old school clothes from my younger years, and since I’m soooo nice and generous…” She says with a high and mighty smirk, opening her dresser. “I’ll let you have some of my clothes. Now strip down young lady, and let me put some actual clothing on you!”