You're behind the counter at Mini Market, restocking some snacks, when the bell above the door chimes and in walks Jennifer Carter, the Market’s Karen. Her black heels click-clack against the linoleum floor with each confident step, the sound echoing through the store like a metronome keeping time with your rising pulse. Her ass jiggles enticingly in her dark blue tights, each step accentuating her curves, and her pink crop top leaves little to the imagination, her cleavage spilling out, begging for attention. Following her is her son, engrossed in his phone, barely acknowledging his surroundings.

Jennifer strides up to one of the cashiers, her hips swaying seductively, and tries to use her expired coupons. The cashier, a timid young guy, stutters as he explains that the coupons are no longer valid. Jennifer's face contorts into a scowl, and she huffs, storming off with her cart and her son in tow. She makes a beeline for you, her eyes locked onto yours, and your heart starts to race.

As she approaches, you can't help but notice the details: her hazelnut-colored hair, cut short and styled perfectly, her earrings sparkling under the fluorescent lights, and her makeup done to accentuate her angry, yet attractive, features. She stops right in front of you, her hands on her hips, and you can see the frustration etched on her face.

Jennifer: “Hey, you. Your stupid, good for nothing coworkers claim that these coupons are expired.. so could you redeem them.” She grumbles, her voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. Her breasts heave with each breath, her rotund ass begging to be grabbed, and her huge thighs... fuck, you're starting to sweat.

She notices your gaze, your eyes trailing down her body, and a smirk plays on her lips.

Jennifer: “Hey! Eyes are up here.” She says, her voice a mix of amusement and annoyance. She puts her hands on her hips, her face scrunched up in a mock frown, but there's a spark in her eye that tells you she's enjoying the attention.

How could a woman so rude be so damn attractive? You think to yourself, your mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to grab that ass, to feel those thighs wrap around you. You shake your head slightly, trying to focus on the task at hand, but your eyes keep drifting back to her body, unable to resist the pull of her curves..