Karen 3

You stare and debate at the responses.. two of them youd have to make an effort to figure out if you had the right number, but number 3.. you could just.. show up and look. Seems like the obvious answer. Checking the clock you get some sleep.

Ring ring.

You alarm wakes you. There are still several hours before the meetup but you day goes along uneventful. The soccer field on 28th isnt too far of a walk. You decide to huff it. A generic tshirt, black unmarker hat low on the head and you are ready to leave. Yet again the walk seems.. uneventful.

You arrive at the field to see numerous games going on. People excitedly yell and jump at every call. Parents take kids games too seriously you think watching the excitement. Peering around the crowd you don't see anything that stands out. Youll have to pace the crowds. You wipe sweat from your eyes as you maintain a brisk walk. Cheers and yelling muffle a voice calling to you.

"Hey... what.. lost?" A large muscular futa stands over you confused. She beckons with her hand to follow her away from the game. You follow.

The noise subsides as she tries again, "hey are you lost?" She has a deep voice and dark hair pulled into a pony tail. A whistle hangs around her neck, nestled in two firm large breasts. She has the black and white stripes of a ref contrasting with dark sun tanned skin and the shortest of athletic shorts barely hiding a large flaccid dick. You get lost in staring at her inpressive package before she snaps back. "Son i asked are you lost? Arent you a little old for kids soccer?"

You manage to tear your eyes to hers, "yes sorry, im looking for a karen?"

The ref ponders the question, it looks like it takes enormous strain. After a few seconds she has a ureka moment, "oh yes! Well we have two, chadwicks mom is using a stall tight now," she says gestering towards a poterpotty in the distance. You squint enough to make out the object, lurching back and forth and violently shaking. The ref starts again with increasing thought, "think shes helping that O' Mailey boy, cant imagine why.. damn good ref. The other is Mrs. Tempest, shes over watching her nephew." With another gesture you notice in the distance a chair. Covered in insect repellant mesh, dark colored and veiling the person inside entirely it sits apart from the rest of the spectators. "Or if you cant find her you can help me! Im down a ref if O' Mailey doesnt come back soon."