Karen and the kickers

Names from left to right in order like picture:
Kiki, ikea, karen, Kayla, Kenzie

Karen Smith was just like any hot blonde teenager in Kansas: ready to take on the world and murder her parents, maybe even lose her virginity to tommy this year. After all, he's on the football team. But the most important thing in her life was her high school dance squad, the kickers. A small group of five girls, including Karen, who performed at school assemblies and were wanted by every boy and girl that roamed the halls of west high. The non binary pals were smart enough to know that the kickers were kinda ugly, so they didn't want the kickers.

Karen was slim thicc with some big ass titties and she could twerk while in the splits, she was racking up them tips, she was body rocking, she was booty popping, tommy was glad to call her his bitch.

Karen went to see Kayla, that's her BFF, and I mean like totally forever. Respect the drip, Karen. And Kayla was a bad gurl, she was a drug lord. Much more grown up than Karen remembered her as. Kayla was laying on a bean bag, as drug lords do. Kayla said to Karen, "you wanna weed" and Karen gasped. "OMG, kayla! You can't be a drug lord, that is bad?" Exclaimed Karen. "But..." she looked both ways before crossing the street, "I might wanna try". "Karen! Why are you crossing the street?" Kayla yelled to her. "Oops" Karen replied, pointing her finger to her cheek and smiling bright. Kayla took a big old puff on her massive doink and was seeing stars like Patrick from sponge bob. She passed to Karen, seeing how she eyed the smoke passing through her nostrils. Karen nervously took it, but easily got used to holding the tubular shape, that's not the only tubular shape—

Karen decided after being high for approximately 1.4 minutes that she was ready for snorting crack off of Kayla's naked body, so that she did. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaa, I have to dance at the school assembly at 8 am which is in 1 hour!" Karen screeched. "Lmao bet" screamed Kayla. They illegally drove to school and wore potato sacks for their shrek dance costumes. Now it was time for the dance. They slid across the freshly greased gym floor on their stomachs and the other members of the kickers magically appeared out of the bleachers to join them. They danced as gracefully as a balloon that you'd see at a car sale, as joyously as a dried up worm on the sidewalk. When the last "what are you doing in mah swamp" rang out from the speakers, the kickers had all passed out and Karen was hired as the new principal for being a risk-taker by snorting crack.