Krissy arrives at the town bar

Krissy leaned into the wind and walked determinedly toward the bar. The cold wind cut through her tattered clothes, stretched tight against her full breasts and ass. She shoved her hands deep into her jacket pockets and trudged forward, knowing there was no way she was going back to her house tonight, not with her stepfather in there, waiting for her.

After walking for what felt like an eternity, Krissy arrived in the parking lot of the bar. It, like everything in this town, was run-down and cheap. A neon light sign flickered above the front door, indicating they were open, and a handful of vehicles in the dirty parking lot did the same. Krissy saw a few motorcycles parked near the front, one semi-truck and two pickups parked haphazardly in the lot.

While she wasn't excited about this option, there was nothing else open in town this late, and she wasn't going back home.

At 19, she knew she wasn't supposed to enter the bar, but this wasn't the kind of place that carded, and it was this or hypothermia.

Krissy approached the door and stepped inside.