The Fallen Lady Outside the Bar

"I'm sorry, Harold! I won't come to the bar ever again… Ah, you can't touch me there…"

A drunk, beautiful woman clad in a pair of black stockings can be seen at the entrance of a bar at midnight. Since she's lying on the sidewalk, her white panties are all exposed.

Elated, I stick my hand beneath her skirt.

Little do I know that the woman, Crystal Conley, has mistaken me for her sugar daddy, Harold Townsend, and thinks that I'm here to teach her a lesson. She's so petrified that she dares not move a muscle.

I use the opportunity to part her legs and pin her down hungrily.

Poor Crystal shrieks in fright, "How could you punish me like this, Harold?"

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