About a quarter century ago (fuck me, I’m old) I was in between colleges and working in Champs Sports at the local mall. Trying to make the best of it, I was friendly with the other hourlies, assistant managers, and broke as fuck folk who filled out the bulk of the mall workforce. I was 21 and had a reliable car, so I was well tolerated if not popular.
Krissie was an impossibly tall, skinny goth (was goth even a thing back then?) vixen. Predictably, she worked a few stores over at Hot Topic. To work she wore stupid big black pants with lots of chains and buckles paired with midriff baring fake concert tees. With straight cut bangs on dyed black hair and enough black makeup to adorn a KISS groupie, she was not my type. But her tight skinny ass and pert B cup tits were certainly worth a second look. She was tall, almost my height, and the Doc Martens gave her a few extra inches. Despite “the look”, she was a pretty sweet girl but with a rapier wit and sharp tongue.