The Fallen Lady Outside the Bar

My name was Leroy Perkins. I'd been single for a few years now, and I was especially desperate to meet a beautiful woman.

I'd heard that the women in the bars were particularly open-minded and easy to hook up with. Most importantly, they all looked so fresh-faced and dewy that one could just eat them up.

I'd always wanted to go check it out for myself. But I didn't have any game when it came to picking up girls, and I didn't have a handsome face either. Standing among them, I might as well be air, as no one paid any attention to me at all.

Whenever I saw other men walking out of bars with a woman on each arm, I felt incredibly dejected.

Why couldn't I be that man?

I wanted to taste the sweetness of young women too!

It was the first day of college, and the bars near the campus were buzzing with activity.

I walked alone to the bar entrance and lit a cigarette. Then, I looked around to see if there was any drunk woman I could take straight to my car and then to a hotel room.

Just thinking about it got me excited.

Beautiful women were entering the bar one after another, each surrounded by delinquents. I really envied these men. They were dead broke, yet they had no shortage of women.

As the night wore on, the women came out one by one, each leaving with the men beside them. Clearly, they were heading to hotels or somewhere else to "get some exercise".

Not a single one was passed out drunk, let alone lying by the roadside.

It looked like tonight was a bust.

I stubbed out my cigarette. The burning desire inside me was absolutely eating me alive.

So many beautiful women had walked past me, yet not one was mine.

What made other men so special that they could land women like that?

Life just sucked for me.

Just then, a young couple stumbled out of the bar, arguing loudly.

I glanced at the woman, and that fire inside me was instantly reignited.

Even on a cold day like this, she wore black thigh-high stockings over her long, slim legs, paired with a super short skirt that barely covered her butt. The sight made my desire surge. Her two large globes, in particular, bounced with every step she took.

As she was engaged in a fierce argument with her boyfriend, her chest heaved up and down, immediately catching my interest.

It looked like the two had gotten into a pretty big fight tonight, so chances were they'd part on bad terms.

Then wouldn't this beautiful woman be all alone?

This was my chance!

I stood off to the side, planning to go chat her up as soon as her boyfriend left.

She'd had quite a bit to drink. When the time came, she'd probably be so out of it that she wouldn't even notice if someone touched her.

I waited anxiously on the sidelines, watching as their conflict escalated from a verbal argument to physical confrontation.

The man slapped the woman hard across the face. She immediately flew into a rage and suddenly lifted her skirt.

I could vaguely hear her shouting, "So what if I'm a slut? I'll show it to someone else today!"

The sight alone was enough to get me all worked up.

Beneath that super-short skirt, there was only a pair of white panties, which looked extremely enticing with black stockings.

I nearly got a nosebleed.

Her little stunt made her boyfriend look bad.

Fortunately, there was no one around, and I was hiding in a relatively secluded corner, so no one noticed me.

In a fit of anger, the man just turned and walked away.

He left the beautiful woman alone in the cold wind, crouching on the ground and bawling her eyes out.

As she cried, the alcohol began to take effect. She tipped over and passed out right on the curb.

Holy crap!

Talk about the universe handing me an opportunity!

Coming here tonight was totally worth it—I'd actually scored a beautiful woman.

It was now 2:00 am. I looked around and didn't see anyone.

Mustering my courage, I slowly approached the beautiful woman.