Jimmy, like many other people on this planet, hated his job. To him, the position he found himself in ran off of what he calls the three A's; aggravation, agitation, and aggression. Every word has constantly remained applicable to every facet of his workspace and the people within.
What, pray tell, is this catastrophic career choice of his? None other than retail work. He has faced it all; the incompetent supervisors, the coupon hoarding customers, the lazy coworkers, and last, but certainly not least, the Karens.
If you had asked Jimmy, he'd tell you there must be a nest of them hidden under the store's foundations. It's almost as if one shows up every day to suck the positivity out of all humans around it.
Expectedly, past events caused Jimmy's temper to be less than subpar. His lack of patience and care with non-Karen customers puts him on the brink of unemployment. The only reason management keeps him around is to deal with all the Karens, so they wouldn't have to.
And that has been the norm for the three years Jimmy has worked at his register. He'd love nothing more than to leave this joint and move to preferable opportunities. Alas, there were none for his lazy self. That was about to change.
On a particularly warm Friday in July, Jimmy was on the verge of breaking down. His ineptitude led to poor planning; having forgotten to bring a drink from home to work today. Without a chance for any breaks today, he was just about to faint.
The warm wave of sweaty customers all packed into the store did little to help. Caught between the heat and the consistent business, Jimmy was raring to go off. And go off, he did.
"Uh, excuse me," Uttered a melodious, yet irritating voice. "I need help finding the paper towels that are on sale, but I didn't see them."
Not looking up at the woman who dared make an inquiry to Jimmy, he sighed out loud. "There are signs everywhere and you can ask someone else!" He rudely replied.
Honestly, he half expected that remark to push this obvious Karen off to someone else. Proven wrong when he felt her grab his chin, pushing up his head to face her.
Despite her clearly rank personality, she was quite stunning to behold. This Karen stood much taller than all the others Jimmy has seen, reaching heights above most male customers, too. Her short brown hair had clearly been treated at salons daily, for who knows how long. And her plump lips, shaped into an angry pout, were just begging to be kissed or forced to suck on something.
With her arms at her sides, this Karen was aghast by Jimmy's attitude. Yet, in this pose, he could observe her entire form all he wanted. Her tight white blouse could barely contain her massive G cup breasts, for the buttons looked about ready to give.
A tight black skirt covered her lower body, although really didn't. The attire had such a short length, it couldn't even cover up more than half of her plump rear. With her long, shapely legs on display, they ended at petite feet, wearing a pair of lavender heeled thongs. With fake pink gems adorning the center of where the straps connected, it created an image depicting the feet of a goddess.
The clearing of a throat snapped Jimmy back to reality, remembering this beautiful mature form was inhabited by a demon. He stared into her sapphire blue eyes, feeling his will fall into their depths.
The Karen pulled Jimmy up and forced him out of his register station, allowing her to walk around to invade his personal space even further. And then it happened: he felt her point a finger to his chest.
"How dare you?" The rotten goddess exclaimed. "Who do you think you are to talk to me in such a manner? I am a paying customer; one who's worth more than your whole lifetime, five times over!"
Her words did nothing to Jimmy's ego, but they did serve to piss him off.
"I couldn't give a shit." He responded, it now dawning on him that he was looking up to this woman, due to her immense height. "You're the one who can't even read obviously marked signs and labels! Get out of here with your entitled, illiterate ass."
Turning to resume his shift, the Karen wrapped one of her long legs around Jimmy, pulling back to prevent escape. This allowed her to really get close to his face.
"And don't think I noticed you ogling me. You stupid, little creep! I could have you arrested for that." She hissed, nearly turning him to stone with her sapphire gaze.
At such close proximity, Jimmy was able to take in the scents emanated from this woman. Obvious fragrances of conditioners, lotions, mints, mixed in with the smell of smooth sweaty skin. Clearly the heat had gotten to her.....or perhaps it was from lust?
No, Jimmy threw away that thought. But his attempts to forget this woman's attractiveness failed. Blood flowed to his loins, steadily raising his manhood further and further.
The Karen gasped, feeling the warm rod slip between her thick thighs. Every minor shift of her position resonated through to Jimmy's tent, providing him tiny bits of pleasure.
"You gross pervert!" She shouted, pushing him away. "I demand to speak with a manager about this!"
As if on cue, one does arrive, more than likely having heard all the commotion already. "What's going on here?" He asks.
The Karen steps forward to explain what she suffered at the hands of the unruly employee, who still couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Getting to gaze upon her voluptuous body, ripe for mating, contained within too tight clothing, was just what he needed after this terrible summer day.
"These are very serious allegations, Jim." The manager spat, snapping Jimmy back to his senses. "We may have overlooked your actions in the past, but this time HR will be involved."
Wrong choice of words for the Karen to hear, realizing Jimmy was even more unfit to work there than she thought. It wasn't just the manager who couldn't craft reasonable senses at this time, however.
"Sorry, but she's fucking smoking!" Jimmy retorted. "I would tap her all day, every day if I could. Maybe it would help change her attitude at least!"
The Karen and the manager's jaws dropped; Jimmy had basically confirmed his crimes of harassment. "That's it; you're fired." The manager said, without a second thought. "We don't want you here anymore and I'll have to call the police."
Surely this was the end for ol' Jimmy; done in by the very creatures he had always dreaded. Along with his terrible morals and work ethic, of course.
But, an angelic guardian stepped forth to redeem him. "Now, hold on a second." The Karen interjected, getting in front of Jimmy so his rod rubbed against her butt. "I am more than happy to drop all charges on this young atrocity and your establishment, if he agrees to my demands."
"He'll do it." The manager replied, before looking to Jimmy. "You're still fired; however, if you do what she says, we will consider this as having not happened, so you can use this job as a reference."
The manager walked off, leaving Jimmy alone with the statuesque savior of his. She ripped off his apron and poked him in the chest, "Follow me to the women's restroom, or else." She murmured.
He did follow, if only to discover what horrors she would have concocted for him. Pushed into the larger stall at the end of the restroom, Jimmy still didn't look too pleased about this.
"Can't believe it; fired and stuck as a lackey? I'd be better of in jail than this." He cursed. The Karen would have none of it and pushed him to the floor.
Slipping her left foot out of her sandal, she placed it on Jimmy's face, commanding him to kiss her sole. "You crazy bitch; what is this about?!" He demanded an answer.
"I'm going to have you live up to what you said earlier. Oh, what was it; something along the lines of fucking me all day, every day, perhaps? It'd be an honor to do so; so you better start kissing if you want that." She explained, wiggling her toes on Jimmy's lips.
Outraged by this situation, he had half a mind to push her off and go to the cops himself to get out of this nightmare. However, from the lower vantage point, he can see that she wore a dark purple g string under her skirt. Wedged between her moist lower lips, he became aware that she was turned on by this.
Something in him changed. Whether it was to get laid or to have a chance at putting a Karen in her place, he obliged and practically made out with her foot. Chuckling, she switched to the other so he can repeat worshipping his new goddess.
