Seven Deadly Roommates

John Clarks was an 18 year old with an 8 inch cock. He was moving into a new house. Unfortunately for boring financial reasons that nobody reading a story on this site is gonna care about, he had to move in with six roommates that he'd never seen before.

He went into the house to find six girls, Imogen, Kris, Jessica, Martha, Natalie and Lindsey. Imogen was a redhead. Kris was black. Jessica had brown hair. Martha had black hair. Natalie was a chubby girl with brown hair that wore glasses.

Lindsey was blonde.

"Hi." he said. "My name is John Clarks."

Kris fell to her knees and raised her arms up in the air.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed.

"Is she alright?" John asked.

"Of course, I'm not alright." said Kris. "A man has moved in with us. This is literally !"

Things were going off to a bad start. Well, at least they weren't ugly. Well, Natalie was bit chubby with a pair of big ugly glasses but she was still kinda cute.

"Its okay, Kris." said Lindsey. "He might be the wrong gender but if he joins our organisation, he might become less toxic."

"Your organisation?" asked John.

"Oh, its led by my mother, Lilith." said Imogen.

"Oh great, she's named after the first angry little woman." thought John.

Suddenly, Imogen shoved a list in John's face.

"THESE ARE A LIST OF CHORES YOU NEED TO DO IF YOU WANT TO STAY HERE!" she screamed.

John read the list. It was literally everything in the entire house. Weren't the the girls gonna pitch in at all?

John smacked the list from Imogen.

"Listen, here!" he shouted. "I am willing to do some of the work around here but I cannot do everything. You are going to have to pitch in! Being a roommate is no joke. You wanna have any success, you have to do your part."

"Hey, I totally put my weight around here." said Imogen. "I lie on the sofa and play games on my phone! How is that not work?!"

"Weight?!" asked Natalie. "Are you fat shaming me?!"

"Damn, is she really upset over her friend merely using the word 'weight'? I'm going to have my work cut out for me." thought John.

"Wait I minute, do any of you do any cooking or cleaning here?" he asked.

"THAT'S SEXIST!" screamed Kris.

John looked around. The whole place was a mess.

"But how are you even alive if you refuse to cook?" John asked.

"Oh, we just order MacDonalds, KFC, pizza, etc." said Natalie.

"YOU LIVE ENTIRELY ON THAT STUFF?!" asked John. "How are you not even fatter?"