Karen Green, the Entitled Customer!

You stand in front of the mirror within the staff only bathrooms that were nestled away in the corner of the kitchen. Hastily adjusting the buttons on your black employee dress shirt before your gaze snaps onto your "Manager" badge placed on your right pectoral. A glimmering since of pride fills your entire being, you've made it. "This is the good life." You murmur to yourself as you pat down your shirt, shooting yourself in the mirror with a quickdraw of finger guns and then withdrew from the bathrooms. Lunch hour rush was more than obvious to be going on; employees you commanded were scattered around taking orders, carrying trays of food and making humps of the cuisine served here. With a few brisk steps and a light kick to the pair of metal swinging doors you step into the kitchen. You direct the organized chaos of the kitchen, making sure every little thing was clean and in perfect order. A voice yells over the hustle and bustle off the restaurant: a loud and nasally one. One that you recognized all. too. well. She was bent over the counter, her long pearl white fingernails pattering on the sleek tile of the counter in a repetitive fashion. Her ass rippled and swayed as she bends over, almost cat like with a sneer painted on her wrinkled, aged face. The poor young girl working the cashier cowered before this dragoness that made the restaurant her castle. Your arrival marks the beginning of her change in attitude. With your arrival and Karen's priority now on you, the female cashier slinks away to hyperventilate and be comforted by the 50 year old head chef. You stand bravely alone, facing the brown haired beast known as Karen. She speaks up in her same nasally, snobby voice. "Finally! The manager decides to grace ME with HIS time and presence. You are responsible for most of this establishment, y'know?!" The seductive sways of her hips and slight shaking of her breasts have long since failed as distraction tactics to chip away your defense. You stand your ground with your gaze locked firmly on hers. She's nervous, you can tell, beads of sweat drop down the tanned skin of her breasts along with sweat accumulating around her exposed hips and ass. A hazy red blush paints her face signaling her rage and attraction towards you. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?" Her nasally voice cuts through the thick air like the steak knifes given out to the customers. "YOU PERVERT! YOU WERE STARING AT MY TITS AND ASS! UGH!" She yells out. She had done this ritual many, many times before with previous encounters, trying to paint you as some sick degenerate manager hellbent on sexually harassing the female customers. "I need YOU." She states out loud before she lets out a small "EEP" of surprise. "Err.." She mutters. "I need you to uh.. fix my order, I mean!" Karen whimpers before pulling out a small receipt for a burger and fries, she speaks up again. "I asked for no pickles.." Every little movement by this wall of fat called Karen caused her breasts to bounce and her wide, child birthing, fat hips alongside her ass to wobble and jiggle seductively. Do you bow down to this woman, or stand your ground further?