She had just gone without a word, leaving a short note that read "Found someone who's happy to spend his money on me". Her only saving grace had been that, although an expensive model to run, she had been a real looker and an excellent fuck - the only reason that I had put up with all her spending. "Good luck to the new guy" I thought.

"You look like you have all the trouble in the world," a slurred voice said from further along the bar. I looked and saw an old guy, probably in his fifties, with several days growth of stubble, slumped down onto the bar top looking at me.

"I bet it's woman trouble," he cackled as he drew his stool up next to mine.

I was in the need of some company, so I was happy to start a conversation with him, even though he looked terribly neglected and could do with a change of clothes as the ones he wore smelled decidedly ripe.

We discussed women in general and mine in particular, and I discovered that his name was Vernon, or Vern for short, but that everyone who knew him called him Pops. Although he was a habitual drunk, he had a daughter Alison who looked out for him and was coming to collect him later.

"If you are nice to her," he smiled, "She MIGHT put out for you."

In my state, having been denied any sex for a good few weeks that seemed like an interesting proposition, so I was happy to fork out for a few beers for him while we waited.

Around two a.m. the door opened and a woman came into the bar. She was about 30 years old, dark blonde, with blue eyes and a pale complexion. She was wearing a black leather jacket over a see through black blouse and a very short black skirt. Her outfit was completed by a pair of black high heeled shoes and black stockings or panty hose. There was a tear or runner down her left leg and around her ankle was a gold anklet. Through her blouse I could see that she was wearing a black bra which was covering rather small tits. Her make up was overdone and her general appearance was that of a slut, but her face was that of a pretty girl. My cock gave a lurch - she was definitely fuckable.

She was followed by a smaller figure, but she stayed behind the first woman so I couldn't see her properly.

"This is my little Allie," said Vern, reaching out and giving the woman a drunken bear hug.

"Get off me you old fool," she said, pushing him away, "You were supposed to be home by midnight to look after Lori."

"Ooops," he said, winking at me, adding "I guess I forgot." ......(cont)