Life: A Loser's Story
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
What would happen if an ultimate omega male loser won the lottery?

Percy Pigglesworth was a loser.

In the beginning, everything had seemed relatively normal. Percy was born
weighing 7 pounds, 9 ounces to middle-class parents, Grant and Lila. When he
was a toddler, he ran and played in the nice back yard, and he played with the
other boys when he was old enough for preschool and kindergarten.

It was in elementary school that the first hints of what was to come began to
manifest themselves. Although Percy had been born a normal-sized baby, by the
time he entered the first grade, he was the shortest kid in his class. That
fact repeated itself in the second grade, and the third, and the fourth. It
bothered him in the back of his little-boy mind, being shorter than all the
other boys and girls, for reasons he couldn't yet understand.

It shouldn't have been that way. His father, Grant, was 6'1", and his mother,
Lila, was 5'9". Every time his parents' friends came over to visit, they
always remarked on how short Percy was. Then his mother would pat him on the
head and say, "Don't worry. When you hit your growth spurt, you'll become as
tall as your father."

In addition to being very short, Percy was also skinny, weak, uncoordinated,
and unable to keep up with the other kids in whatever physical games they
played. He wasn't good enough for any kind of organized sports, even at the
pee wee level, and in fact would never play an organized sport in his life.
His father had played baseball and football in high school, and had continued
to play football in college as a linebacker, and his mother had been on her
high school softball and volleyball teams, and played Division I college
softball. But their athletic talent, along with their height, seemed to have
skipped a generation. "I don't know about that boy," Grant would frequently
say after Percy had gone to bed, and Lila would nod in agreement, wondering if
she was going to get grandchildren.

Because he couldn't keep up with the other kids physically, Percy found
himself becoming isolated socially. It wasn't deliberate, at least not at that
point in his life, but just a natural consequence of things. To make matters
worse, as he grew older and coolness became more important to his peers, Percy
discovered that he just didn't have the knack for staying up-to-date on what
kinds of music, movies, clothes, etc. were cool. Some kids had the knack and
became naturally popular. Percy did not. Because of this, he became very shy
and socially anxious. Or was he always that way, and did he become unpopular
because of that? What came first, the chicken or the egg?

Middle school was when the first true bullying started in Percy's life. As a
short, shy, timid, weak sixth-grader, he was a popular target for big
eighth-graders to shove against the lockers. It was like a sport to them. It
got even worse when he entered the seventh and eighth grades and sixth and
seventh graders who were younger but bigger than him started getting into the
locker-pushing game. It was around this point that he first began crying a lot
at school, all alone in a corner. In elementary school, he had been able to
hang out with a few other geeky outcast types and have something of a social
circle. But now, in middle school, he couldn't even get that. Percy hadn't
known it at the time, but when he had said goodbye to his buddies after
elementary school graduation, he had been saying goodbye to the last friends
he would ever have.

The worst part about middle school, however, was the fact that it was when he
first started becoming interested in girls, but they were never interested in
him back. And even worse than ignoring him, they joined the boys in bullying
him and pushing him around. Physical education classes were the worst. In
middle school, they were coed, and no matter what sport or activity they did,
Percy discovered that he was worse than not only all the other boys, but all
the girls as well, and the teasing he received for it was merciless.

The worst bully was a girl named Erin Perry. She was the most athletic girl on
campus, and also the most popular. In seventh grade, she had been in his P.E.
class, and she never missed an opportunity to show off and rub in her physical
superiority. When they had been doing the rope climb, Percy hadn't even been
able to make it a quarter of the way to the top. Erin had then easily climbed
all the way to the top with just her arms, not even using her legs at all.
Another time, she had been racing against him in the hundred-yard dash.
Instead of running, she had done a cartwheel followed by a series of back
handsprings. He had run as fast as his short little legs would carry him, but
she had beaten him to the finish line doing her backflips!

One day, the students were being tested on how far they could throw a
softball. One by one, they had come up in alphabetical order and made their
throws in front of everyone, while a coach shouted out their distance to a
scorekeeper. Erin had made a throw of 154 feet, beating all the other girls
and all the boys except for two. She had grinned cockily and pumped her fist
after hearing her score shouted out.

Percy Pigglesworth had had the misfortune of going right after Erin Perry. His
pathetically weak throw only traveled 51 feet. After the shocked moment of
dead silence at his terrible performance, the entire class had erupted in
laughter at him. Pointing at him, mocking him, holding their sides. Erin,
leading the bullying, had shouted, "Oh my God! A guy can't even throw
one-third as far as a girl! How pathetic is that? And he couldn't even throw
as far as any of the girls! ANY of them! Right?" She looked over at the
scorekeeper, who rustled through his notes and confirmed her accusation.

Percy had spent the rest of the contest hoping against hope that anyone,
preferably another boy, but even a girl, would do worse than him. But it was
not to be. As the number of students still waiting to take their turns
dwindled, his hope faded, and when his last chance, a skinny, unathletic girl
named Wilma Wilkerson, made a throw of 62 feet, it was dashed completely. All
the girls and boys going after her were strong and athletic. And at the end of
the class, he had felt something wet hit his head from behind, then smelled a
terrible stench. Turning around, he saw Erin Perry, flanked by her friends,
holding a stick. "I launched a crown of dog doo onto your head!" she chortled.
"A crown of shit for the ultimate loser." With the whole class, including the
coaches, laughing at him, he had run away in tears, telling himself, "It'll
get better when I get older. It'll get better."

But high school was even worse. Instead of merely slamming Percy against the
lockers as they walked by, the bullies pinned him against them and stole his
lunch money. He was still shorter than all the girls, and since his voice
hadn't changed yet, he sounded like a squeaky mouse.

And the girls! Some of the popular boys were always bragging in class about
the girls they had had sex with. How was he ever going to get that? It seemed
so out of reach, the Impossible Dream. Percy would have settled for just
making out with a girl. He would have settled for just going out on a date
with one. He even would have settled for a female friend! Percy was such a
pathetic loser that he had never even had a female friend. How was he ever
going to even get started? Many of the kids who had bullied him in middle
school, including Erin Perry, were at his high school as well, so he hadn't
had a chance for a fresh start. His repuatation as an ultimate loser had
followed him.

It had all come to a horrific climax one day in his freshman year. The bullies
had been particularly bad that morning. Typically, six or seven people over
the course of a day, usually boys, but sometimes girls as well, would
body-slam him against the lockers and jack his lunch money. He had learned to
carry an ample supply of cash with him, as each bully expected at least five
dollars. Since his entire weekly allowance from his parents would usually be
used up on Monday alone, he had to spend long hours on weekends doing chores
for his neighbors to get enough money to give the bullies what they wanted.
Woe to Percy if he was caught without money. Sometimes he would get lucky if
it was before lunch, and he had brought a lunch with him, and the bully of the
day liked it, and he (or she) would simply take his lunch. But if not, he
would receive a brutal beating.

The bell rang in Percy's biology class, indicating the end of fifth period. He
still had one more class to go, and he was out of money. He had brought fifty
dollars, but been nailed by eleven bullies that day. Ten five-dollar bills
plus the delicious chicken salad his mother had made for him had held off the
beatings so far, but he had nothing left. He took his well-practiced route to
his sixth-period class, the one he had learned from brutal experience that had
the fewest bullies. Almost there, so close...

Something solid slammed him against a bank of lockers. A thick forearm,
heavily developed muscles rippling underneath its dark brown skin, and adorned
with a variety of leather bracelets, pressed against his throat, and he
smelled sweet, feminine perfume. He looked up into the attractive, taunting
face of Heidi Greenwood, the captain of the girls' varsity soccer team. He
cowered in fear as she towered over him dominantly.

"Hey there, little piglet," smirked Heidi. "I want to grab something at Burger
King after school. Give me five bucks."

"I...I don't have any money left..." he stammered.

"You're a fucking liar." Heidi's knee rammed into his stomach and he doubled
over in agony, all the wind knocked out of him, unable to even move. She
quickly searched his pockets.

"Hmm, you're even worse than a liar. You're a broke-ass loser. Didn't I warn
you last week always to have money for me? Now I'm going to teach you a
lesson, cocksucker. I'm going to beat the crap out of you, since you're not
man enough to fight back." With that, Heidi's fist flashed with lightning
speed. Percy felt something pop in his nose and the blood started to flow.
Heidi punched him several more times, alternating between shots to his face
and stomach, then grabbed him by the throat with her left hand and drew her
right fist back. She swung...then stopped her fist at the last second,
laughing as he flinched. "See you tomorrow, loser. And you'd better have ten
bucks for me."

Percy, crying like a little girl, went into the boys' bathroom to clean
himself up. As he finished wiping away the blood, he heard a strange noise
coming from one of the stalls. He paused and stared, trying to figure out what
it was.

Suddenly, the stall door flew open, revealing Dylan Hightower, a senior, the
star middle linebacker on the football team, and one of the most popular boys
on campus. He was making out with a girl, and as they pulled apart and looked
at him, Percy saw that the girl was none other than Erin Perry!

"What the fuck are you staring at, you little creep?" smirked Dylan. "Can't
get a woman, so you have to peep at someone else's?"

"Yeah," sneered Erin. "You fucking pervert."

"I was just...I didn't mean to..." Percy stammered.

"Shut up, faggot." Erin suddenly stood up and performed a front tuck
somersault to take her over to her victim. Meanwhile, Dylan had circled around
behind him, and now he grabbed him. Percy, helpless and unable to move, looked
up at Erin towering over him, and quivered in fear.

"What should we do with this little Peeping Tom?" Dylan asked his girlfriend.

Erin grinned wickedly. "I've got the perfect idea."

And so, when the final bell rang that afternoon, the students and teachers
streamed out of their classrooms and were treated to the sight of Percy
Pigglesworth dangling from the flagpole in nothing but his underwear.

They had stayed for hours, no one wanting to go home and miss the show. They
filmed him with their phones, and called all their friends to come over.
Students, teachers, and administrators alike all roared with laughter at him,
pointing at him, calling up to him, taunting him. It had gone on and on until
the fire department had finally arrived and cut him down.

Percy knew he could never go back to that horrible place. He threw a wild
crying tantrum to his parents, who just didn't understand, since THEY had
never been bullied, until they finally relented. Lila, who worked part-time as
a nurse, home-schooled him during her free time for the rest of his "high
school" days.

Despite not going to that awful high school anymore, since many of the videos
of him dangling from the flagpole in his underwear had gone viral, Percy was
constantly recognized, hassled, and mocked around town. Already isolated from
his homeschooling, he became even more withdrawn, spending as much time inside
as possible, playing video games when he was done with his schoolwork, and
refusing all urges from his parents to go out and do something social with all
those other kids.

And through all his misery and loneliness, Percy told himself, "It'll get
better when I get older. It'll get better." But when? He was still very short,
and although his voice had finally changed somewhat, it was still unusually
high-pitched for a male, to the point where people sometimes called him
"ma'am" when he answered the phone.

"College," he told himself. "It'll get better when I go to college. When I
have a fresh start." And so he studied hard with his homeschooling, and when
he was eighteen he took and passed his high school equivalency exam. After
looking at several universities, he chose Surf City College. It was far enough
away from home that he could get a true fresh start, cheap enough that his
parents were willing to pay the tuition, and had a reputation for having lots
of hot girls. Once he was living in a dorm instead of with his parents, his
life would have to get better, right?

Wrong. At college, his roommates and dorm neighbors quickly sniffed out that
he was a weirdo, and he rapidly developed a repuatation as a loser just like
in high school. Girls either mocked him or ignored him. He found that he
couldn't get into any parties. In his classes, girls went out of their way to
avoid him. And whenever a professor of his turned out to be a young and
attractive woman, she always hated him for some reason, as if she could sniff 
out that he was secretly attracted to her, and she was utterly disgusted by the
thought. Not only did he remain a kissless virgin for his entire four years of 
college, he never got a date, he never even made a female friend, and he never 
once set foot in a girl's dorm room. "It'll get better when I get a job," he told 
himself.

Percy graduated with a useless liberal arts degree that wasn't worth the paper
it was printed on. After a few months of job searching, he discovered that
there was no way he was going to get a position from his college major. So he
began searching for whatever job he could find, finally receiving an offer for a
minimum-wage position in a cubicle maze, doing data entry, the same boring 
thing over and over, day in and day out. But he knew he couldn't get anything 
better, so he took it. Maybe he could get some sort of a social life from his job...

Nope. He quickly found that he couldn't fit in with either the older or
younger employees. To make matters worse, the workplace was about 80% male,
and there was ferocious competition for the attention of the few women there.
Competition that he was always destined to lose. No girl ever stopped by to
say hi to him, and when he tried to start conversations with women in the
break room, they always coldly told him to leave them alone.

It was his lack of manliness. Despite his mother's promises of a growth spurt,
Percy had topped out at a mere 5'5", and now that he was in his twenties, he
knew that he wasn't going to get any taller. He was a scrawny 127 pounds, with
no muscle tone. He hated how more than half of the female population was
taller than him, and how almost every woman had a better build and bigger
muscles than him. When work was over, he would drive home alone to his shitty
studio apartment in his shitty Mitsubishi Mirage, crying in his loneliness.

During his free time, Percy liked going for drives around town. He
particularly liked going to the rich neighborhoods, admiring the large,
elegant mansions and fantasizing about becoming rich. If only he could become
a multi-millionaire. Then things would HAVE to get better.

Percy knew that the only way for a guy like him to get rich was to win the
lottery. So he spent the majority of his disposable income on lottery tickets.
Powerball, Mega Millions, Super Lotto Plus, and those $20 and $30 scratch-off 
tickets with the big prizes. Anything that could provide enough money to change 
his life. He was aware of how small the odds of winning were, but he didn't really
care. It was the only source of hope in his life.

Percy imagined how perfect his life would be if he won. He would quit his job,
telling off his boss, all the girls who never gave him any attention, and all
the cocky guys who made fun of him. He would move out of his tiny, shitty
studio apartment and buy a huge, luxurious mansion with an extravagant view.
He would get rid of his shitty Mitsubishi Mirage, maybe push it into a lake
somewhere, and buy several luxury cars, starting with a Ferrari.

And girls would flock to him. Girls would throw themselves at him. He would
have sex with a different hot chick every night, and sometimes several in one
night. He would travel the world, always in first class, or, better yet, on a
private jet, fucking girls of all colors and flavors. Eventually, he would
settle down with a perfect 10/10 supermodel, have beautiful children with her,
and become a respected leader in the community, with boys wanting to be just
like him and girls wanting to marry him.

Friday night. Percy was alone in his apartment while the popular people were
partying and having a good time. He would spend time resenting them and
feeling sorry for himself later, but now it was time for the Mega Millions
drawing. He had his stack of thirty tickets ready. Sitting at his computer, he
eagerly went to the lottery website.

About midway through his stack, he froze. Could it be? One of his tickets
seemed to be matching all six numbers! He checked it twice, three times, four
times. It still matched. Then he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't
dreaming, and felt the pinch.

He stared at the winning ticket in his hand, and looked at the jackpot amount.
This little ticket was worth $104 million! He had done it! After all the times
life had kicked him in the teeth, he had finally defeated it! With a war whoop
of victory, he began jumping and celebrating. Everything was going to be so
perfect now!

What to do first? In the movies, lottery winners always called their families
and friends and celebrated wildly. So Percy called his parents, Grant and
Lila, and told them the good news. They seemed happy for him, which was a
welcome change. They had always been so disappointed in him. He had never
brought home a sports trophy or a hot girl. But now, everything would be
different. Then, it was time to call his fr...

Percy stopped and scowled when he realized he didn't have any friends. He
hadn't had any since he was eleven years old, back in elementary school. Oh
well, he thought. He had MONEY now, and he could BUY friends. He carefully
signed the back of his ticket, then went down to the local liquor store and
bought a supply of booze. He spent the weekend in a drunken stupor.

On Monday morning, Percy called his workplace. When the receptionist, who was
a young and sexy woman, realized it was him, she said in a grossed-out, Valley
Girl sounding voice, "Oh, it's YOU. Ick. What do YOU want?"

He felt rage boil up inside him. He was RICH now. He was BETTER than all those
POOR people. So he called her a cunt, made various sexual insults, told her to
tell the boss he was quitting, made sexual insults about him too, then slammed
the phone down. After being forced to be an omega male loser all his life, now
he was finally going to be an alpha.

Then Percy drove straight to the lottery office and presented his ticket.
There was a mountain of paperwork that had to be completed, which took several
hours. And his check wasn't actually going to be $104 million, since taking
the lump sum instead of the annunity reduced the amount considerably. There
was also 25% that was withheld automatically for federal taxes. But even after
all those reductions, he would still be getting a check for $47 million.
Forty-seven million dollars to spend on whatever he wanted.

When all the paperwork was finally completed, Percy's picture was taken with
the standard giant novelty check. This was the moment he had been waiting for
all his life. He had expected to feel a sense of euphoria, like he was walking
on clouds. But instead, he felt emptiness, and couldn't understand why.

"Congratulations, Mr. Pigglesworth!" said the head lottery official. "You
should receive the money in your bank account in eight to ten weeks."

Eight to ten weeks?! Percy began to grumble, but stopped himself. It wasn't
really that long, not compared to the entire lifetime he would have with that
massive pile of money. The only problem was that he was such a broke-ass loser
now. But once they knew he was a lottery winner, people should have no problem
giving him credit, right?

Just a couple more months of the poor life, and THEN all his problems would be
solved. He drove over to the nearby McDonald's to get a couple items off the
dollar menu for lunch. As he was eating, a guy came up to him. "Hey, Percy!
What's up, man?"

He stared. "Do I know you?"

"Sure! We went to middle school together! Look, I need to buy a birthday
present for my girlfriend, and my car needs some work. Can you give me a
couple thousand bucks, since you won the lottery?"

How had he found out so fast?! Percy had JUST left the lottery office not
thirty minutes ago! He hadn't gotten to enjoy one single perk of winning the
lottery yet, and already he was getting the bad side of it, getting hassled
for money. He began to mumble some things about not even getting the money for
eight to ten weeks, and not even recognizing this guy, and not being a free
money fountain...

"Aw, come on, man. It's just a couple thousand bucks. That should be nothing
to you."

"No. I just can't." Percy looked down at his shoes, unable to look the guy in
the eyes.

"Fuck you, faggot," the guy snarled. "Greedy, selfish bastard. You're still a
loser and always will be." He spat right onto Percy's half-eaten cheeseburger,
then stalked off.

Everyone in the restaurant was looking at Percy, cold and hostile expressions
on their faces. His appetite gone, he threw his food away and stalked out to
his car.

It was because he hadn't been alpha enough, Percy decided. He had to get rid
of this omega male attitude. He resolved that the next time someone asked him
for money, he would tell him off in a cocky and aggressive manner. Unless it
was a hot girl, in which case he would bargain for sex.

At the grocery store, a middle-aged man tried hitting him up for money in the
produce section, and a fat woman was waiting for him right by his car when he
came out. He told them both off angrily. The woman kicked his car as he backed
out, leaving a large dent, but he didn't care. He would be getting several new
luxury cars very soon.

When he got home, two guys were camped out right in front of his apartment,
their hands out. He stormed past them, cursing, and went inside and locked the
door. The guys banged on his door for what seemed like hours. He also found
five messages waiting on his answering machine, all asking for money. He
plopped down on his bed and began to cry. Why wouldn't they just LEAVE HIM
ALONE?!

He would have to move out. Immediately. He was going to go anyway, may as well
do it now. And he'd get a new phone with a new number. His first iPhone! He'd
never been able to afford a smartphone, only cheap flip phones and the old 
landline that had come with his apartment. As his phone rang again and a strange 
voice began leaving another message with a sob story for money, he angrily 
unplugged the phone and kicked it into a corner.

Percy spent the rest of the afternoon and evening packing up his meager
possessions. Every fifteen minutes or so, someone would pound loudly on his
door. And when night fell, he heard impacts striking his back window. Someone
was throwing rocks. He growled. Soon. It would all be over soon.

When he was done packing, he tried to lie down and relax. Suddenly, his window
shattered completely and a brick came flying in. On the brick were crudely
painted letters: GIVE $$$, ASSHOLE.

That was it. He would have to leave right now. He couldn't cancel his lease
before it was up, but he would just pay it for the rest of the year and not
live here. He could easily afford it. He carried his stuff out to his shitty
old Mitsubishi Mirage, having to make three trips. On his last trip, he
discovered that someone had smashed all the windows of his car and stolen all
the things he had taken down in his first two trips. He angrily punched the
side of the car, hurting his hand, but then stopped himself. He didn't really
need those things, or that car. He would be able to buy a new everything.

Percy drove to the Ritz-Carlton, the best hotel in town. He would stay here
until he figured things out. Not wanting to pull up to the front and have
everyone see his ruined vehicle, he parked his battered, shattered car at the
far end of the lot and lugged his stuff to the entrance.

An attractive, tall, middle-aged brunette woman was at the check-in desk. He
smiled at her as he walked up, but she didn't smile back. Instead, she looked
him over and wrinkled her nose distastefully at his shabby clothes,
haphazardly packed things, and short, scrawny body. Percy felt anger boil up
inside him, but tried to control his temper. Once she knew how RICH he was,
she would be a lot nicer. He requested a room for a week and handed over his
credit card.

The woman ran it through the machine, which beeped sharply. "Your card has
been rejected, sir," she said in a loud voice, causing everyone in the lobby
to turn and look and Percy to redden in shame. "Your credit limit is too low
for this amount. There's a Motel 6 down the street, if you'd care to try
there." He heard giggles from behind him.

"Look," he said in a low voice, leaning forward. "I'm RICH. I won the LOTTERY.
Here's my PAPERWORK."

"PAPERWORK does not pay for a room at the Ritz-Carlton, sir." Her use of the
word "sir" was the same condescending way in which police officers used it
when they spoke to drunken suspects.

Percy finally resolved the issue by calling Lila, his mommy, and getting her
permission to use her emergency credit card, promising to pay her back when he
got his lottery money. With a room key finally in his hand, he headed for the
elevator. But as he was waiting for it, he heard the voice of the hot female
hotel clerk say the words, "had to get mommy's permission to use her credit
card," followed by loud laughter both male and female. He hung his head in
shame. He had thought that being rich would cause all the hot women in service
jobs that he interacted with to finally become nice to him and treat him with
respect, instead of smirking at him like they'd done all his life. It was only
because he didn't actually have his money yet, he thought. Once he actually
got it, things would be perfect.

Well, he would try to make things as nice as possible while he was staying in
this luxury hotel. He ordered a room service dinner of steak and lobster,
accompanied by a $300 bottle of wine. The room would already cost $4000 for
the week, so this wouldn't matter much, right? He was going to pay everything
back to his mother, anyway. After he ate his food and drank his wine, he
drifted off into a drunken sleep, the alcohol finally making him feel that
everything would be all right.

The next morning, Percy, after getting rid of his hangover with hot coffee and
a cold shower, felt bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. He had a sanctuary now. Now
it was time to make plans. Today, he would buy a brand-new iPhone, then look
at luxury cars. Maybe he could work out some sort of deal where he could drive
off with the car once the dealer knew he had won the lottery.

Percy was hassled for money twice before he even got into the phone store, by
an ugly man and an ugly woman. He frowned. All the people hitting him up for
cash were either guys or unattractive women. Where were the hot girls, the
sexy gold-diggers, eagerly offering sexual services for money? Why weren't any
of THEM coming up to him? Percy was frustrated, but told himself there would
be plenty of time.

An hour later, after a mountain of paperwork was completed, he exited the
store, the proud owner of a brand-new iPhone. He was finally smiling. Now to
head for the car dealer...

His new phone buzzed. Someone had sent him a text: "hey piggy boy since ur so 
rich i want $5000 to help with my bills come on u owe me..."

WHAT?! He had just bought this phone, with a brand new phone number that no
one was supposed to know! He had been planning on making this his Special
Private Phone (TM), like all those celebrities who had one which only their
closest friends knew the number to. Now, the secret was gone ALREADY!

The bad news continued at the car dealers. The Ferrari dealer, the Rolls-Royce
dealer, and the Lamborghini dealer all didn't give a fuck that he was a big,
important lottery winner. He didn't have the money for a down payment, he
wasn't driving off in a new car. Percy left all three dealers in a snit. Then
he decided that he had better get his smashed windows replaced, since it
looked like he would be keeping this shitty-ass Mirage a while longer.

After getting the new windows and starting on the drive back to the hotel, he
felt a little better. He was staying at the freaking Ritz, after all. And now
that his vehicle was fixed, he could valet park it.

The valet gave him a small smirk as he took the keys, and Percy saw a
photogenic young couple out of the corner of his eye getting out of a
Mercedes, pointing and laughing at him because of how lame his car was. Trying
not to let it get to him, he went up to his room. Back to his sanctuary...

What was this? Someone had slipped a note under the door. "Hey, piggy boy. I
know you're hiding out here. You have so much money that you didn't earn, so
you'd better give some to me. Have $10,000 in cash ready for me tomorrow. If
you don't, I'll kick your face in with my dancer-trained legs and you'll have
a lot more than $10,000 in hospital bills." The handwriting was clearly a woman's.

Percy began to shake in fear and shame. The shame was caused by the fact that
a woman was able to terrorize him like that. How could this be? He was
supposed to be an alpha male now. Women were supposed to throw themselves at
his feet, not threaten him.

Taking out his phone, he found a dozen new messages from strangers demanding
money. Angrily deleting them all, he then saw a text from his mother, Lila,
informing him that while of course he was going to pay her back, staying at
the Ritz was an unnecessary expense on her emergency credit card and if he
wanted to keep using it, he'd better stay somewhere cheaper. Percy grumbled to
himself, but then realized that he'd better check out of here anyway, before
the mysterious female dancer showed up and kicked his face in and all his
teeth out.

And so that became Percy's life for the next two months, staying in cheap
motels, living on food from Wal-Mart and McDonald's, changing motels every few
days once people found out where he was and hassled him for money, deleting
all the text messages and voicemails on his new iPhone demanding cash. Twice
he went to the Apple store to get his phone number changed. Both times, he
began receiving new messages from money-grubbing strangers mere hours after he
left the store. How did they know? He spent his days looking at mansions and
fancy cars online, picking out the perfect ones. Every night, he told himself,
"Just a little while longer. Just a little while longer..."

Finally, the day came. Percy was lying on the lumpy bed in a Motel 6, watching
the Maury show on the motel's ancient cathode ray tube television. His iPhone
buzzed with a new text and he instinctively moved to delete it, thinking it
was yet another demand for money from a "long-lost cousin," but then he saw
the magic words: "A deposit of $47 million has been made into your bank
account..."

"WHOOOOOOO! YES! YES! YEAAHHHHHHH!" Percy jumped up and down, doing a wild
celebration dance. His money was finally here! His money was finally HIS! All
his problems would HAVE to be over NOW! He immediately checked out of the
motel, withdrew $50,000 in cash from the bank, and headed straight for the
Ritz-Carlton before he remembered the rude hot female clerk and the female
dancer who had left him that threatening note, and headed for the Hilton instead.

The next morning, he went straight back to the Ferrari dealer and bought a
brand new black 488 Spider for $325,000. He felt so cocky and proud as he
signed the check and handed it over, not noticing the eye-rolls he was getting
from everyone. He continued with his triumphant smirk as he roared out of the
dealership in his new vehicle, abandoning his shitty old Mitsubishi Mirage for
good. Now, girls would HAVE to be attracted to him. Right?

Wrong. Percy smiled eagerly, almost like a dog wanting to please its master,
at every attractive young woman he passed by, but none of them flirted with
him or even smiled back. Most of them simply looked away, and a few of them
shouted insults about his appearance.

It must be his clothes, he decided. He was still wearing his shabby old
clothes. But he could fix that easily. He went to the mall and bought $3000
worth of fancy designer clothes, then headed back to the Hilton and changed
into one of his new outfits. After that, it was time to go look at his new house!

Percy was slightly disappointed that Marina, the female real estate agent he
was supposed to meet with, had been replaced by a male. From her picture, he
could see that Marina was very pretty, and he would have liked a little
flirting with her as he showed off how rich he was. She also had many pictures
and videos of herself shooting various pistols, rifles, machine guns, and even bows
and arrows on her Instagram, and since he had such a fetish for girls with weapons, 
he would have loved talking to her about that. Such an opportunity lost.

But he put those thoughts aside and concentrated on the mansion. He had picked
it out weeks ago, looking on his laptop. It was a massive, six bedroom, six
bath house with a pool, a tennis court, and a view of the ocean. The $5.9
million price tag meant nothing to him now that he was so rich. Just a little
while longer in the Hilton until all the red tape was settled, then the mansion 
would be his.

Finally, the big day came. Percy moved his meager possessions into the vast,
empty house. He ran from room to room eagerly, soaking it all in. It was
finally his. He had finally ARRIVED, he thought to himself cockily as he
looked out at the view from his master bedroom of the pool and the tennis
court. He wasn't really a swimmer, and he had no idea how to play tennis, and
anyway he was so weak and uncoordinated that even a skinny, unathletic girl
would be far too strong a tennis opponent for him, but pools and tennis courts
were things that rich people always had on their property.

Percy then went on a furniture-buying spree at IKEA, buying things that the
movers secretly found tacky and laughed at behind his back. He also bought two
more cars, a Rolls-Royce and a Lamborghini. Within a week, he had managed to
dent the Rolls because he wasn't used to driving such a big car, and the Lambo
had gotten scratched and spray-painted by some jealous poor person. After
having to spend $27,000 to get them fixed, he decided to keep those two cars,
plus the Ferrari, in reserve except for special occasions, and bought a slightly 
more mundane Mercedes-Benz S-Class as his "everyday" car. His mansion had a 
four-car garage, so that would work out just fine, right?

Percy stood in his master bedroom one day, looking out at the view of the
ocean. Why was he still unhappy? Well, he was alone, first and foremost. He
still hadn't been able to get a girl. None of them seemed impressed enough by
his wealth to be able to get over his short height, scrawny build, lack of
confidence, ugly face, and general loser personality. And he still had no
friends, just people hassling him for money.

He went down to get the mail. Among the junk mail was an official-looking
letter from a law firm. Opening it, he discovered that he was being sued for
sexual harassment by Heidi Greenwood, one of the girls who had bullied him in
high school. She was claiming that he had told her that he found her big
wrists and forearms hot and sexy, which she'd found offensive, and her lawyer
was demanding that he pay up a $250,000 settlement or they would sue for
millions.

Percy, rage boiling up inside him, thought back to high school. One day, Heidi
had body-slammed him against the lockers and pressed her forearm against his
throat. She had taunted him, comparing her wrist size with his and laughing at
how much bigger hers was, letting the muscles in her dark brown forearm
ripple, mocking his thin, pale forearm looking so inadequate next to her
thick, tanned one, and asking if he liked it. He had said yes, not knowing
what else to say, but also really having a fetish for girls with thick wrists.
So that was where this stupid lawsuit was coming from.

Now he'd have to spend money on a lawyer to defend himself from this shit. He
was already spending a lot on the maids and the gardeners and the pool cleaner
who all came by on a regular basis. This house was very high-maintenance, and
dust and dirt seemed to gather fast.

The legal case dragged on and on, with Heidi's lawyer trying every trick in
the book. To make matters worse, other people began filing frivolous lawsuits
against him, some for things he did in the past that they spun to fit their
own agenda, others for shit that was completely made up. Each one had to be
dealt with, and he ended up simply paying settlement money to some of the
smaller demands, as his lawyer was very expensive and charged him by the hour.
He really should think about getting a cheaper attorney, he mumbled to
himself. He was rich, of course, but there were so many unexpected expenses.
One of the biggest and most unpleasant of those was when he discovered that
the federal taxes that had been automatically withheld weren't enough to cover
his full tax burden, and that he still owed several million dollars to the IRS.

In addition, Percy had discovered that he wasn't rich enough to buy EVERYTHING
he wanted. The private jets he had been looking at ran from $20 million to $50
million, out of his price range. Sure, there were smaller, cheaper jets, but
he didn't want to settle.

He was still being smart with his money, he thought to himself. He had
remembered something he'd read back in college. A billionaire had said that if
you ever got enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life, just
put it in the bank. Don't invest it and risk losing money. He had followed
that advice.

One day, Percy was in his Ferrari, the top down, stopped at a red light. Two
girls in a white Toyota Camry pulled up next to him. The hot blonde at the
wheel rolled her window down, looking at him. Percy felt his heart start
beating rapidly. Was this it? Was this the moment his car was finally going to
help him score?

"Hey, your daddy called," said the sexy blonde. "He said for you to put his
Ferrari back in the garage where it belongs, and then to go to your room.
You're grounded." She and her hot brunette friend in the passenger seat both
broke into loud laughter.

NO! Not AGAIN! Percy felt all the air rush out of him. He said weakly, "No,
this car is mine..."

"Oh, it must be yours, because you're a big boy!" said the brunette. "Do you
wear big-boy diapers?"

"No, really, I mean it, it's really mi..."

"Fuck off, loser. Trying to show off. FAIL." The blonde flipped him the middle
finger as the light turned green, then zoomed away.

Percy began to cry. Here he was, in a Ferrari, and two girls in a Camry had
somehow socially and psychologically dominated him. Why wasn't his luxury car
helping? Why wasn't anything helping?

A loud honk came from behind him. A guy in a battered old Nissan Altima swung
out into the other lane, giving him the finger as he passed by. An attractive
young woman was in the passenger seat, laughing. Cucked again! Percy thought.
What was wrong with him?

That was the day he decided he'd had enough. He was going to lose his
virginity, one way or another. He would go to one of those legal brothels in
Nevada and get fucked by a prostitute. The going rate was a thousand dollars a
screw, chump change to a lottery winner like him. Yes. He would finally get
this monkey off his back.

The next morning, he packed some stuff into his Ferrari, including a pack of
condoms (extra small) and headed off. It was a long, weary drive, and it was
late afternoon before he finally pulled up to the Warrior Princess Brothel.
His heart was pounding very fast as he checked his reflection in the mirror,
exited his luxury car, and walked up to the front door. This was the moment he
had been waiting for all his life. He was finally going to be a REAL man.

A nervous wreck, Percy pushed open the door cautiously. It creaked loudly as
he stepped inside and looked around. The lobby was elegantly decorated, with
plush red carpeting, wood panels, and various erotic paintings on the walls. A
few other guys were there, flirting with the girls. As he watched, one of the
guys headed upstairs, arm in arm with a hot brunette. A few moments later,
another man came downstairs, accompanied by a pretty blonde, both of them
giggling affectionately with each other.

Percy's gaze traveled all around the room. How was this supposed to work?
There didn't seem to be any signs or instructions, and none of the women had
greeted him or paid any attention to him. Finally, he decided to simply walk
up to one of the girls, a slender, auburn-haired young woman. "Excuse me..."
he began.

She turned around. As soon as she saw him, a look of disgust appeared on her
attractive face. "EWWWWW," she said in a loud Valley Girl voice. "Like, get
away from me, loser." At that, everyone else in the room turned to stare.

WHAT?! This couldn't be happening. Not here. Not now. Percy felt all the air
rush out of him. Completely frozen with fear, shock, and humiliation, he stood
rooted to the floor.

"Like, yeah. What an ugly, creepy-looking douchebag." The blonde who had just
come down the stairs sneered the words at him, then kissed the man next to her.

"No, no...you're supposed to..." Percy stammered.

"Supposed to what?" said another girl, a tall Latina with dark brown skin."Service 
you? We don't have to. We can turn away customers if we want. We don't do it 
often, since we're whores and our standards are pretty low, but you're such a 
cocksucking wanker that you can't even meet those. For any of us. Am I right, girls?"
There was a chorus of agreement from the other women in the room, along with
loud, cocky snickers from the men. The Latina babe grabbed one of the guys, a
tall, muscular, tanned man, and kissed him on the mouth.

"But you don't understand!" Percy cried. "I'm RICH! I won the LOTTERY!"

"Seriously?" asked the auburn-haired girl. "If that's true, then you're an
even more pathetic loser than I thought. If you won the lottery, you should be
able to get lots of pussy. If you have to come HERE to try to score...FAIL.
EPIC FAIL." The whole room broke into laughter. Percy began to cry.

He felt a hand tap him on the shoulder. He turned around and looked up at a
tall, expensively dressed, middle-aged woman, evidently the house madam.
"Young man, it's time for you to leave," she said sternly. "Now will you go on
your own accord, or shall I have one of our homosexual male prostitutes escort
you out?"

Percy looked at her, then at the sea of hostile, taunting faces. Most of the
girls and guys had their phones out, and were filming him. He knew that within
a few minutes he would be the star of many YouTube videos entitled some
variation of "Ultimate Loser Can't Even Get Laid in Whorehouse."

"Fine. I'll go," he muttered. "Fuck all of you."

"I don't think you'll be fucking anyone," laughed the blonde. The whole room
joined her as Percy, humiliated worse than he had ever been in his life,
stalked towards the exit. Suddenly, he tripped and fell flat on his face. The
laughter behind him spiked in intensity, accompanied by comments of, "You got
that on video, right?"

Percy stumbled to his feet. Crying his eyes out, he raced outside and slammed
the door behind him. At least he still had his Ferrari...

He stopped and stared at his beloved car. Someone had painted the words "I am
a loser with a 3 inch penis" in large white letters on both sides of the
vehicle, as well as on the back and on the hood. He let out a primal scream of
rage. How could they?! And his penis was 3 and a half inches! They forgot the
half!

As Percy began the long journey home, he found himself being laughed at by
quite literally everyone on the road. Finally, not able to take it anymore, he
drove to the nearest airport, abandoned the Ferrari, and called for a private
jet to take him home. He still had the Lambo, the Rolls, and the Benz, he
thought. He tried not to think about how the girls at the whorehouse had been
able to force him to abandon his $325,000 Ferrari with about $20 worth of
paint. And to add insult to injury, when he got back to his mansion after a
limo ride from the airport, he discovered that someone had taken a large,
massive, steaming shit in his pool. With a curse, he put in a call to the pool
boy to clean the floating dung up.

Percy, not wanting to gaze at the mounds of floating turds visible out the
window of the master bedroom, walked to one of the other upstairs bedrooms and
stared out the window, thinking about his station in life. He had won the
lottery! He had achieved what millions of people could only dream of. Why
weren't people at least pretending to be his friend so they could hang out
with him and enjoy the good life? And why weren't girls being gold-diggers and
offering sex in exchange for money and jewelry and all that stuff? He sank
down on the bed and cried himself to a long nap.

When he woke up, he was determined to lose his virginity. His trip to the
Nevada brothel had resulted in an epic fail, but he hadn't yet tried online 
hookers. He spent the next several hours going onto every Internet whore site 
he could find and copy/pasting offers to all the girls, even the ugly ones. He was 
that desperate. He had to send out a lot of messages because he knew that his
rejection rate would be very high. Just as long as it was below 100%...

He obsessively checked for responses every few minutes, sinking deeper into
his depression every time he found nothing. Finally, he got a response. One
single response out of all the messages he sent out. But one would be enough.
Pumping his fist in triumph, he looked at her profile. She was one of the
hotter ones, even! Her name was Mariela, and she was Filipina, with long silky
jet-black hair and very dark brown skin. He set up a meeting with her at a hotel 
for that very night, promising to pay her $1000.

Percy hopped into his Mercedes and eagerly drove to the hotel. After getting
his room, he paced around like a caged animal as he waited for Mariela to show
up.

Finally, there was a knock on the door. He looked through the peephole. Sure
enough, it was her. The girl from the Internet ad. Pumping his fist in triumph, he 
opened the door.

Mariela stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. Percy was
embarrassed to see that she was tall for a Filipina at 5'6" and an inch taller
than him. She wore black knee-high leather boots, a black miniskirt, and a
white blouse that really showed off the darkness of her brown skin. She looked
to be about 140 pounds of solid muscle, and the sleeves of her blouse were
rolled up, displaying a pair of thick forearms, far larger than his, with
heavily developed muscles. Black wrist-length leather gloves that made her
wrists look even bigger than they normally would have completed her outfit.
Although he felt extremely inadequate, weak, and unmasculine next to this
woman who was bigger and stronger than him, while still remaining feminine, he
was a major schmoe, so he got hard immediately. "Hello, gorgeous..." he
breathed.

Mariela rolled her eyes. "I'm a whore, not your romantic pwinshess. Can the
mushy stuff. Now where's the money? I need cash up front."

Percy, stinging from her words, handed her a roll of ten $100 bills. She
counted the money, stuffed it into her blouse pocket, then suddenly punched
him in the face, the rough leather of her glove opening a painful cut on his
cheek. He was knocked backward onto the bed from the strength of the muscular
woman's blow. "What the fuck..." he moaned.

Mariela performed a cartwheel to take her over to him. Landing elegantly, she
kicked him hard in the stomach with her big black boot, knocking all the wind
out of him. "Normally, we get offers of $250, $300 at the most, for our
'services.' Free tip, dipshit. Whenever someone offers a ridiculously high
amount of money, it's a clear sign that they're a desperate loser. We either
ignore those, or we do like I just did and come here to just take your big wad
of cash, with no intention of ever fucking a pathetic wanker like you."

Percy began to cry. He had failed with a hooker yet again! It was like failing
a video game even on cheat mode. Mariela laughed at his tears. "Aww. Poor
widdle baby. Does he want his mommy? That's the only woman who will ever hug
you." She continued her brutal 'The Reason You Suck' speech. "Most women who
do this bring their pimps or boyfriends for muscle, but I have all the muscle
I need right here." She clenched her fists, making her forearm muscles dance
and ripple. "And these aren't my only guns." She then lifted her miniskirt,
revealing a black handgun strapped to her thigh. "If you're dumb enough to try
calling the cops, which would be stupid because being a john is illegal and
you'd just get yourself arrested, I won't just rely on the law to take care of
your wussy ass."

She sneered as his tears continued to flow. "You're the most pathetic piece of
garbage I've ever seen try to score this way, and I've seen some doozies. I've
robbed eight or nine guys this way, but at least some of them were muscular
and fit enough that I felt better having this Glock .40 caliber here for
insurance. But you're such a feminine, scrawny wimp that I could bitch-slap
you into submission with one hand tied behind my back." She suddenly swung her
large, leather gloved fist at him, stopping it at the last second, smirking as
he flinched in fear. "A guy has to be at least an 8 out of 10 for me to fuck
him for free, and at least a 4 for me to fuck him for money. You're a zero.
You're going to be a virgin forever."

She stalked out of the room and left him there alone on the bed, soaking the
pillow with his tears, her stinging words piercing him like a dagger. "You're
going to be a virgin forever."

The next day, Percy was determined to make himself feel better. He went out to
lunch at an expensive Italian restaurant. The food was excellent, although of
course he was bitter that here he was, dressed in his $900 Italian suit, all
alone, while slobs in shorts and T-shirts were eating with hot girls (and
laughing at him for eating alone). And the sexy hostess hadn't smiled at him
or even greeted him.

After finishing his meal, as he headed out towards his Mercedes, a young woman
approached him. At 5'9", she towered over him, and she was very pretty, with
long dark brown hair and a slender but muscular body that was shown off by her
choice of outfit (jock-style knee-length shorts, a black sports bra, and black
wristbands). She had a beautiful set of six-pack abs and well-developed,
heavily muscled forearms with prominent veins, and Percy found his heart
beating very fast as she got close to him. She was probably going to beg for
money, of course, but this was the first time, EVER, that an actual hot girl
had done that. He could FINALLY use this to get sex...

"Hey, Perce," she said. "Since you're, like, so rich and shit, can you help me
out with a couple thousand bucks?" She had a slight accent, Middle Eastern,
perhaps, that was very sexy. Her skin was tanned a very dark brown, dark even
for a Middle Eastern girl.

He gave her a smile that he thought was cocky and confident but in reality was
just creepy. "Hey there, sexy. I can help you out with a lot more than that,
if you can help me out with something."

A look of disgust appeared on the girl's beautiful face. "Are you demanding
sex in exchange for money?" she snapped angrily. "I'm not a fucking slut. And
I wouldn't have sex with a short, ugly, weak, pathetic, perverted loser like
you for a billion fucking dollars. You know what? I'm going to have to teach
you a lesson." She suddenly rammed her knee into his stomach. Percy doubled
over, gasping for breath, feeling like he had been hit by a truck. She punched
him in his right eye, turning it black, then delivered a powerful kick to his
chest, sending him sailing several feet away.

Percy was in terrible physical pain, but that was nothing compared to the
agony in his heart. How could she reject him so quickly? But he didn't have
much time to think about that, because the girl was coming at him again. She
turned her back to him, then suddenly began doing a series of standing back
handsprings towards him. He lay there on the ground, unable to move, as she
elegantly backflipped like a pro-gymnast at him. She landed on his already
brutalized midsection hard with her size 10 sneakers. She then raised her
right foot, preparing to stomp on his face.

Suddenly, a blur of blonde hair and blue cloth appeared, tackling the girl off
of him. Percy, sitting up with a groan, saw that the newcomer was another
woman. The blonde stood up and yanked the bully girl to her feet, gripping her
by the shoulders. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Leave him alone.
Now get out of here."

The brunette bully glared at the new girl, then at Percy, but stalked away
with a scowl and some muttered curses. The blonde held out her hand to help
Percy to his feet. He looked up at his rescuer. She was tall, even taller than
the other girl, probably 5'10", with long blonde hair, blue eyes, a slender,
athletic body, and a deep brown tan. Her royal blue businesswoman's jacket and
knee-length skirt combo matched the color of her eyes. The sleeves of her jacket 
were three-quarter length, displaying her muscular yet feminine forearms, and a 
large gold man's watch hung slightly loose on her left wrist. Knee-high black 
leather boots completed her outfit. As he looked at her, Percy couldn't help 
feeling that there was something familiar about her...

"Are you okay, Percy?" she asked him. As he regained his feet with the aid of
her arm, he saw that her wrist was thicker than his, even though she was a
slender woman.

"I...I am now. Thanks," he stammered. Did she know him, or did she just know
his name because he was well-known from winning the lottery?

She smiled. "Don't you recognize me?"

"I...I'm sorry. You look familiar, but I can't quite place..."

"I'm Erin Perry."

Percy Pigglesworth's mouth dropped open in shock. Erin Perry?! The girl who
had bullied him all throughout middle school and high school?

"I know, I know," said Erin. "Look, I'm not the same immature girl I was in
school. And now's as good a time as any to apologize for all the things I did
to you. I'm sorry. I was just a stupid kid back then."

"That's okay. I forgive you," said Percy. Although he would have held
bitterness in his heart forever for any guy that had bullied him, he was
willing to forgive Erin just because she was so hot.

"I'm glad to hear that." Erin looked at her watch, which slid down slightly as
she moved her arm. "I haven't had a chance to grab lunch yet. Do you want to
get something together? I think we have a lot to catch up on."

Percy felt all the air rush out of him. Go out? Together? With a girl this
hot? After all his suffering, his prayers had finally been answered! Sure, it
wasn't a real date or anything, but it was more than he had ever achieved in
his pathetic life. Wanting to squeal with joy like a little girl, he instead
squeaked out, "I...I just ate, but I'd love to catch up."

"Great. Come on." Erin led him to a seafood restaurant down the block. After
they had ordered - a combo plate with shrimp and softshell crab for Erin and a
small cup of clam chowder for Percy - she looked straight into his eyes with
her deep blue ones, making him tingle. "When I read in the newspaper that
you'd won the lottery, I really wanted to visit you and apologize for the way
I'd acted when I was younger, but I didn't want you to think I was just trying
to hit you up for money."

Percy nodded. That made sense. "S...so, what's been going on with your life
all these years?" he asked.

"Well, I had an epiphany in eleventh grade, when SAT time rolled around. I
realized I couldn't keep screwing around, being a bully, and partying all the
time. Sure, I had softball scholarship offers from several top college
programs that would have given me a free ride through university, but what was
I going to do after that? So I decided to actually start taking school
seriously. I got my softball scholarship, of course, and played for four years
at the #1 program in the country, but I knew I needed to plan out a career path.
I decided to go to law school and, well, here I am now, a successful attorney."

"Really? You're a lawyer now?"

"I know, I know. If you want to make a lawyer joke..."

"N...no. It's not that," said Percy. "It's just that I have all these people
constantly filing bullshit lawsuits against me just because I won the lottery,
and my lawyer charges so much that sometimes I just pay settlements to some of
the smaller demands so he's not charging me for even more of his time."

Erin tilted her blonde head. "How much does he charge?"

"A thousand bucks per hour."

"Really? You know what? If you fire his ass and hire me as your attorney
instead, I'll do the same job for half the price. Five hundred bucks an hour
to take care of all your legal issues, and I'll do a much better job than he
does. I'm already a partner in my firm even though I've only been there for
four years."

Percy felt his heart beat faster. He had been thinking that he would never see
Erin again after this. But if she became his lawyer, he could see her on a
regular basis. She could become his friend. His first actual female friend.
And then, maybe after they had gotten to know each other, she could even
become his lover...

Erin's voice snapped him out of his daydream. "Does that sound okay?"

"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Percy squealed in a high-pitched voice.

"Great." Erin gave him that smile again. That charming, mysterious smile. The
one that made his heart flutter. The one that made him feel like something
close to a real man for the first time in his life.

After they had finished eating, Erin reached for her wallet, but Percy quickly
offered to pay for the meal. "I won the lottery, remember?" Letting the girl
pay wasn't a manly thing to do.

Outside the restaurant, she gave him her business card, then waved goodbye,
the large gold man's watch on her slender wrist sliding slightly down her
forearm as she waved. "Call me when you're ready to set up a meeting!"

He waved back, then climbed into his Mercedes, staring at the little card in
his hands, a dumb, goofy grin on his homely face.

Erin Perry's actual business card. With her actual phone number. Triumphantly,
Percy took out his iPhone and went to "Add New Contact." For the first time
in his life, he had an actual woman's number in his cell phone (other than his
mother's).

He spent the next two hours just sitting in his car, trying to organize his
tumultuous emotions. For the first time in his life, he had gotten actual
positive attention from a hot woman - or any woman, really. Once he had hit
puberty, his life had hit rock bottom, and stayed there, even after he had won
the lottery, but now, he thought he could finally see the light at the end of
the tunnel. Today, he had taken the first step towards moving on up.

His fantasy was that Erin would become his lover, that they would get married
and have beautiful children together, but he decided to take it easy. He had
been such a reject all his life that even being in a girl's friendzone would
be a huge achievement for him. She was way out of his league, but he hoped
that he could become close friends with her, claw his way into her social
circle, maybe get invited to all those sophisticated office parties he bet her
law firm had, and eventually meet a woman through that to become his
girlfriend.

Yes. That was it. That was a reasonable path, right? The important thing was
not to screw things up with Erin. She was his only link to the world of pretty
girls and popular boys, of parties and socializing and happiness. She was like
a thin rope that was the only thing keeping him falling into the pit of
despair. His task now was to strengthen that rope.

The next day, Percy set up a meeting with Erin to begin the business part of
their relationship. He was trembling as he took out his iPhone and pressed
her number in the "Contacts" section.

"Hello?" came Erin's confident yet feminine voice.

"H...Hi, Erin. T...this is Percy P...P...Pigglesworth. R...Remember me?"

"Of course, silly. Did you want to set up a meeting so we can get to work on
those legal issues?"

"Y...Yes. T...that's exactly why I called."

"Great. How about tomorrow afteroon at four at your house?"

"M...my house?" Percy had been expecting the meeting to be at her office. But
his house...did that mean she wanted to...

No. It couldn't be that. She was way out of his league. But maybe that meant
she was comfortable around him, didn't think he was a creepy loser like every
other girl did...

"Yes," came Erin's voice. "I meet my ordinary clients at my office, of course,
but with high-value clients I prefer to do house calls. More privacy, and more
personal."

Percy found himself nodding. That made sense. "Sure," he said. "Four will be
fine."

"Great. See you tomorrow!"

Percy did a little celebration dance after the call ended. He was really
moving on up now! Sure, this wasn't going to be a real date, but he was going
to have an actual hot girl over to his house, and they could laugh and joke
together like he'd had to witness so many other guys do with hot girls at work
and school, where he'd never had the chance to. But it would all be different now.

The next afternoon, Erin drove up his long driveway in a white Mercedes-Benz
S-Class, parking it next to his black one. He eagerly ran outside to greet her. 
"Nice car."

"Thanks. Same to you. So...surely that's not your only one?"

"Oh, I have a Rolls-Royce and a Lamborghini in the garage, but those are my
special occasion cars." He didn't want to let her know how he had let some
unknown saboteur vandalize his Lambo right under his nose, or how he hadn't
been able to handle such a big car as the Rolls and had dented it. "And I used
to ha..." He suddenly stopped himself. He certainly didn't want her to know
how he'd had to abandon his precious Ferrari after the humiliating paint job
about his small penis.

Erin, luckily, didn't seem to notice his inconsistencies. She made friendly
small talk with him as they went inside. He offered her a drink as he led her
to one of the spare bedrooms, which he had converted to a makeshift office. 
While she waited in there, he hurried to bring her the glass of red wine she had 
requested.

Percy and Erin spent some time going over legal matters. Finally, Erin looked at 
her watch (a silver one this time, but just as large and masculine as her gold one) 
and said, "Oh, I'd better get going. I promised some friends I'd meet them for 
dinner. Hey, maybe I can introduce you to them someday."

Someday. Percy sat alone in the room for a long time after Erin had left,
thinking about that word. Someday. He could actually become part of her social
circle. What a joy and a promotion in life that would be for an epic loser like him.

If nothing else, he found himself thinking over the next few weeks, Erin was a
damn good lawyer. The harassing phone calls, emails, and letters from other
attorneys demanding money for their greedy clients had dried up. Even Heidi
Greenwood and her wolflike lawyer had seemingly been forced to back off. And
when new threats of frivolous lawsuits were made to him, they didn't last long. 
Erin must be really good.

He met with her a few more times, always at his mansion. They seemed to be
getting more comfortable with each other. They had moved from making small
talk about the weather to conversing about the local sports teams and Erin's
job. For the first time in his life, Percy felt like he had an actual female
friend. He was finally in the friendzone, and that was a huge promotion for
him. He felt so much better about life after every time they met.

One thing that bothered him, however, was that he still hadn't gotten to meet
any of Erin's friends or be invited into her social circle. He had made casual
suggestions to her about that a couple of times, very casual, not wanting to
come on too strong, but the response always seemed to be "maybe next time."

In addition, other women still treated Percy like garbage. Pretty girls
pointed and laughed at him in public, despite his expensive designer clothes.
No pretty females offered anything in exchange for money, although he still
had to suffer through being hassled by men and ugly women for cash. He had
thought that the confidence boost he would gain from being friends with Erin
would get other women to be nicer to him. But it wasn't working.

With lots of money and all the free time in the world, Percy took lots of
airplane trips, visiting the places he'd always wanted to see. But the trips
had a secondary purpose. He had always wanted to flirt with sexy air
hostesses, but had never had the chance to. But now...

Now, as he discovered several trips later, he still wasn't getting the chance
to. For one thing, for some strange reason he seemed to be getting a
disproportionate percentage of male stewards. He had thought that most
airlines reserved their most attractive stewardesses for the first class
section, which was what he was flying now. When he had been young and
poor and stuck in coach, the hot air hostesses certainly had always seemed to
be in first class. But now, they usually weren't. And when there were sexy female
air hostesses in the first class section, they always seemed to be assigned to
serve the passengers on the opposite side of the plane, and whenever he tried to
ask one of them for something, they always referred him to a male steward.

The worst experience for Percy was the airline with the best reputation - 
Singapore Airlines. Their air hostesses, the famous Singapore Girls, made every
flight with them a joy, even in economy class, all the travel blogs said. And if you 
were lucky enough to travel first class - Singapore Airlines First Class was 
considered the absolute pinnacle of air travel. So he made sure to book a flight
on Singapore Airlines First Class as soon as possible when making his travel list.

But it was not to be a joy for him. When it was finally time for his big flight,
Percy was devastated to discover that all of the flight attendants who interacted
with him were male. When he tried to go up to one of the Singapore Girls to ask
her for something, she had simply glared at him and pointed at one of the male
stewards without saying a word. And when Percy had been taking pictures of
his bed-seat like all the travel reviewers did and a male attendant offered to
take a picture with him, Percy had asked if a couple of the ladies, a couple of the 
world-famous Singapore Girls, could join him in the picture. The steward had
informed him that "none of our girls feel comfortable taking a picture with you." 
Percy had declined the option of a picture with male stewards only. After all, 
Singapore Dude or Singapore Boy just didn't have the same ring to it.

He had then drowned his sorrows in multiple Singapore Slings and glasses of 
Dom Perignon while watching the Singapore Girls who had rejected him even 
for a simple picture smile at and have conversations with every other passenger 
he saw, and take pictures with anyone who requested one. Anyone but him. He 
was the only one on the whole plane who was deemed unworthy of the 
Singapore Girl experience. And had it just been his imagination, or had the girls
whispered and pointed at him when he'd first boarded the plane as if they
recognized him and had orders from somewhere not to interact with him? No.
It couldn't be. He was just being paranoid. They were just being mean to him
because he was ugly. But somewhere out there, there had to be women who
could see past his looks and height and stammering and could love him. It was
just a matter of time. But a long time.

As the rest of his life continued to be devoid of warmth and love from women,
Percy found himself growing increasingly more emotionally dependent on Erin.
She was the only woman who showed him anything close to friendship and
compassion. She was like a drug to him. He felt high every time they met, and
once the buzz wore off he felt the desperate need to see and talk with her
again. He shuddered to imagine what his life would be like if she were ever
gone, and he tried not to think about it.

Finally, one beautiful winter day, as Percy and Erin were having another
meeting at his mansion, she said the magic words. "Our firm is having our
annual Christmas party this Friday. Why don't you come? I'll introduce you to
all my coworkers."

"YES!" Percy thought to himself in pure triumph. This was the moment he had
been waiting for! He was finally going to become part of her social circle. He
was going to have a whole BUNCH of new girls' phone numbers to put in his
shiny iPhone! And maybe from among those people he could finally get a
girlfriend...

"Yo. You there? Does that sound cool?"

He looked over at the blonde, snapping himself out of his daydream. "Oh. Sure.
I'd love to!"

"Great. It'll be at seven. See you there!"

After Erin had left, Percy went straight to the collection of audio files on
his computer. Clicking on "Miracle of Miracles" from Fiddler on the Roof, he
set his speakers to full volume and danced to the song in triumphant joy.
Finally, he had crossed the second-highest hurdle! He was IN! He was invited
to a party with the POPULAR KIDS now! Surely now it would be only a matter of
time before he cleared the last hurdle. The highest hurdle. His life struggle.
To lose his virginity.

All that week, Percy was so excited about the party that he could hardly think
of anything else. When the big day finally came, he put on his best suit, then
hopped into his Lamborghini. Yes, tonight was such a special occasion that he
would actually take the Lambo out of the garage. Following the directions Erin
had given him, he drove to the law offices of Gordonstone, Weinberg, and Perry.

It was a fancy-looking three-story building, surrounded by elegant gardens and
marble fountains. He made his way to the front door. Locked. He tried the
buzzer, but there was no response.

He sent a text to Erin. To his relief, she replied quickly. "Sorry, forgot about the 
door. I'll be right down."

Percy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Deep down in his mind, there
had been this fear, this worry that something would go wrong. But everything
was going to be all right now. Erin was on her way.

Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, Erin appeared in the lobby and opened
the door. He looked at her, impressed. She was wearing a long, elegant green
dress with a slit on one side, showing off glimpses of muscled thigh. Knee-high 
domme style black leather boots completed her outfit. The dress was sleeveless, 
displaying her well-toned, muscular, yet still slender and feminine arms. She had 
a glass of red wine in her right hand.

"Wow, Erin. You look great," he said.

She smiled. "Thanks. Come on, let's get you to the party and get you something
to drink." She led him towards the stairs. "Did you find your way here all
r...oh, no!"

The glass tilted as she turned to talk to him, spilling red wine all over his
clothes. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she said. "Maybe I can..." She suddenly 
snapped her fingers. "Oh, I know. We have several spare suits here for clients 
when they appear in court. I think I can find one in your size. Come on, follow me."

Erin led Percy up the stairs to the third floor and unlocked a door to a room
marked STORAGE. Several full jacket, shirt, and pants combos were hanging from 
a rack along the wall. She quickly went through them before selecting one and
handing it to him. Pointing to another door in the back of the room, she said,
"You can change in there. I'll be waiting right outside."

"Thanks, Erin." Percy opened the door, finding himself in a small, bare room.
A second door was on the far side. Closing the door behind him, he took off
his jacket, shirt, and pants, standing there in his underwear. He looked at his
stained clothing. The dry cleaner should be able to take care of that, no
problem. He had been worried about something going wrong at this party, but if
this was the worst thing that happened to him, that would be just fine. He
began reaching for the clean shirt.

Suddenly, the second door to the room flew open. Percy looked up in alarm. A
pretty, redheaded woman in a black dress was staring at him. Behind her, he
could see lights and decorations and many people at the party dancing.

"Who the fuck are you, and how the fuck did you get in here?" the redhead
demanded angrily, crossing her muscular forearms in front of her. "And why the
fuck are you in your underwear?"

The woman's loud voice attracted the attention of all the other partygoers.
The music that had been playing was abruptly turned off, and men and women
approached the door, glaring at him.

Percy suddenly saw Erin Perry among the crowd! Her face, though beautiful as
ever, now had a vicious smirk on it. And next to her was another woman who
looked familiar, a tall, athletic brunette with dark brown skin, wearing a red
dress. He suddenly recognized her. It was the girl who had hit him up for
money outside the Italian restaurant, and beaten him up until he had been
"saved" by Erin!

The realization hit him like a wave of icy water. He had been set up! He had
been set up from the very beginning! Erin had always hated him! She hadn't
changed at all from her bullying days! And he had fallen for her act hook,
line, and sinker!

"No...no...you don't understand...Erin Perry...she invited me...spilled
wine...told me to change in here..."

A tall, good-looking, jock-type man stepped forward. "You expect us to believe
that? Miss Erin Perry, the youngest attorney ever to make partner here, one of
the smartest and most successful women in the city, and one of the most
beautiful, invited someone to our private party who's not only a total
stranger, but a short, scrawny, ugly loser who's also probably a pervert,
judging by the fact that you're in your underwear? Seriously?" He turned to
Erin. "This shitbag is lying, isn't he?"

"Of course he is," said Erin calmly. "I've never seen him before in my life.
He probably just saw my name on the sign outside and decided to use it."

The man nodded. "That's what I thought."

The woman in the red dress said in her sexy Middle Eastern accent, "I bet he 
snuck in to peep on all the beautiful women in our elegant dresses."

"That sounds about right, Karima," said Erin to her friend.

"No...no...Erin...how could you..." Percy moaned in despair.

"Shut up, faggot," said the tall man. "Now we're going to call the cops. You
just sit there and wait. Don't try anything funny or I'll make you regret it."

"Hell, I could make him regret it," the redhead in the black dress spoke up,
looking Percy's body up and down. "He's such a weak and scrawny cocksucker,
he'd get dominated by a GIRL. Like this." She swung her fist at him, then
stopped it at the last second, making him flinch like a pussy. The entire room
erupted in laughter, and most of the partygoers had taken out their phones and
were filming him.

"Can I at least put on my clothes..." Percy began.

The redhead backhanded him across the face, a ring she was wearing leaving a
nasty, painful welt on his cheek. "Those suits belong to the firm, asshole."

"But the one with the wine stains...that one's mine..."

The redhead looked down at it. "Yeah, that's not ours. But you're still going
to have to stay in your underwear, wimp."

"That's right," said Karima from across the room. "It'll serve him right for
trying to perv on us."

The minutes Percy spent waiting for the police to arrive were the longest and
most humiliating of his life. Men and women were filming him continuously with
their phones, and he knew that he would soon be the star of many YouTube
videos. Everyone pointed and laughed at him, taunting him, making remarks on
how inadequate his body was. He was all alone, with everyone forming a united
front against him. He began to cry.

When the police finally arrived, Percy actually felt a sense of relief. He was
allowed to put on his wine-stained shirt and pants before being handcuffed and
read his rights. As he was being perp-walked away, he looked back at Erin,
ultimate pain and betrayal in his eyes. She simply blew him a taunting kiss.

Once in the back of the police cruiser, however, Percy began to panic as the
full realization of what was going to happen next struck him. He was going to
jail, and because of his short and scrawny body, he would be at the absolute
bottom of the totem pole and would be buggered by the bigger, more dominant
inmates. Even if he managed to get out, he would be HIV positive and be doomed
to die of AIDS in a matter of a few years.

"Please!" Percy begged the cops. "I'm innocent! You have to believe me! They
set me up!"

The policeman behind the wheel snorted. "You know, we get a lot of perps
whining that they're innocent, but it takes a real asshole to falsely accuse
beautiful and successful people like the ones at that party of setting him up.
They're role models for the entire city. Like they could ever do something as
wrong as that!"

"Yeah," said the policewoman in the passenger seat. She turned around and
glared at Percy though the cage. "Now shut the fuck up, or we'll pull this car
over and I'll teach you a lesson in manners with these." She flexed her
bulging biceps.

At the police station, Percy was strip-searched, fingerprinted, and informed
that he was being charged with Trespassing, Theft of Clothing, Being a Peeping
Tom, and Public Indecency. When the process was finished, a guard began
escorting him to a holding cell. "There are about 20 inmates in the big cell,
all more muscular and more alpha than you," the guard informed him. "Good luck
in there. You'll need it." He smirked.

Percy was trembling and quivering. Suddenly, a side door opened and a tall
blonde in a green dress walked into the room. He stared. It was Erin Perry! "I
have bail money," she said.

She leaned in close to him. "You and I both know what's going to happen to you
if you stay in here," she whispered. "So you're going to come with me, and
you're going to do exactly as I say. You're going to be my little bitch. Got
it, fag? Or would you rather be the bitch of some muscular inmate with a 9
inch cock?"

"No! I'll be good. I'll do anything you say, Erin...Miss Perry."

"Excellent." She smirked.

After the paperwork had been taken care of, she led him out to the parking
lot, where her white Mercedes was waiting. Behind the wheel was Karima, her
partner in crime. Erin shoved Percy into the back seat and climbed in after
him, then Karima drove off.

Percy turned to Erin and looked into her cold blue eyes with his sad brown
ones. He spoke just one word. "WHY?!"

"Why? Oh my God, I could write a novel on this, but I'll try to keep it short.
Don't you get it? You're a loser. L-O-S-E-R. You're short, scrawny, ugly,
dumb, weak, perverted, and a virgin. Everything I hated about you in middle
school and high school you still have, and I still hate. But most important of
all, you won the lottery. You have all this money that you don't deserve, and
we're here to rectify the situation." Erin glared at him.

"Yeah," said Karima from the driver's seat, turning around briefly to smirk.
She had an exotic beauty about her. "We were also going to take away all the
other benefits you would have gotten from winning the lottery, like friends
and girls, but you're such a pathetic loser you couldn't even get those!"

"Karima is a paralegal at our firm," said Erin. "She's also an expert computer
hacker. Remember the first time I visited your house? While you were getting
me that glass of wine, I uploaded a Trojan horse onto your computer. Ever
since then, Karima has had full access to everything on it."

"What?! No!" Percy cried.

"Oh, yes," Karima laughed. "Hacking into your bank account and your other
sensitive information was a breeze. Sheesh, you can't even do nerd stuff
right. You're a failure at everything, while we're both alpha females who are
as hot as models, as smart as scientists, and as athletic as men."

"Did you notice how I made all those lawsuits against you go away?" said Erin.
"Bet you thought I was a pretty good lawyer. Well, I'm good, but I'm not THAT
good. I simply gave them whatever they were asking for with money from your
account."

Percy groaned. He hadn't looked at his finances in months. There hadn't been
any need to - or so he had thought. He didn't put his money in stocks or
anything else that changed value.

"We took plenty for ourselves, too, of course," Karima chuckled. "We've both
gotten new houses, new cars, expensive vacations, jewelry...And of course that
bail money was your money too. I left enough in there so you wouldn't notice
anything was wrong when you paid for shit in your daily life, but now that the
jig is up, I can go ahead and drain the rest of it. Erin and I will split it
50/50. As of tomorrow you'll officially be a broke-ass loser, Piggy Boy."

"No, please..." Percy begged.

"Want to go back to jail and get buggered up the ass?" Erin asked.

"No! I'll be good, Mistress Erin."

"Mistress? Damn, what a creepy-ass submissive cuck loser he is," sneered
Karima.

"Yeah," said Erin. She bitch-slapped Percy across the face. "Did you actually
think you were good enough to have sex with girls as hot as us just because
you won the lottery? All that money can't make your cock any longer, or make
you any taller, or turn you into an alpha male worthy of sex."

"But winning the lottery can do a lot," Karima put in. "It does give a huge
boost to a man's sexual market value, which only makes you look more pathetic,
Piggy Wanker, that your natural SMV is so low that even the lottery boost
couldn't help you score." She turned to Erin. "Did I tell you about my friend
May and this other short, scrawny loser guy she knew that won the lottery?"

"No, do tell," said the blonde.

"Well, May and I knew each other back in the old country, in Jordan, before we
came to the United States, so we go way back. One day, she told me about this
dork named Benjamin who had hit on her once and how he'd now won a lottery
jackpot. She asked if I wanted to do a scam together on him and take all his
money, and of course I eagerly said yes. But then we found out that some other
chick named Jennifer had already moved in on him and actually gotten him to
marry her. Jennifer ended up getting killed, I don't remember exactly how, but
not before taking all his money and making him poor again. But the point is,
she actually had sex with him. And other girls had sex with him too, once they
found out he won the lottery." Karima turned around to sneer at Percy. "Even
other losers can at least score after winning the lottery, but not you! You're
an uber-mega-super-faggot-loser."

"Wow," said Erin. "Really puts things in perspective, of how pathetic this
cocksucker really is. Just being near him is painful. Man, after we're through
with this, I'm going to have to get Dylan Hightower's 8 inches inside me."
Percy began to cry at the thought of a male he had been jealous of his whole
life getting even more sex while he was doomed to remain a virgin forever.
Erin and Karima laughed at him cruelly.

The white Mercedes pulled up to a beautiful mansion. "This is my new place,
that I bought with your money, Piggy Cuck," said Erin. "It's as big as yours,
and a lot more elegant than your tacky McMansion. My house actually has charm
and personality and uniqueness. And it has a pool and tennis court that I
actually use. Unlike yours that I saw from the window many times while we were
having our meetings." She began holding her sides. "Can you imagine this
scrawny unathletic loser trying to play tennis? He'd lose to a little girl."

"Yeah, seeing him flailing around with a racket would be hilarious," Karima
agreed. "Oh, by the way, I can play you tomorrow morning if you want a match
as part of your morning workout."

"Sounds good, Rima. Now let's take care of this dweeb."

"Right. Been looking forward to this for a while."

Erin shoved Percy out of the car. As he stumbled to his feet, he looked up at
the two beautiful, feminine women towering over him and felt so inferior and
worthless and small. Karima kneed him in the stomach, knocking all the wind
out of him, then twisted his arm painfully behind his back and began
frogmarching him, while Erin went ahead and unlocked the door.

Inside, as Percy was marched past Erin's large collection of trophies,
pictures, and awards, he saw a large dance competition trophy, along with a
picture of Erin in the middle of doing a standing layout backflip. A sudden
realization struck him. "You were the mysterious dancer who sent me that
threatening note at the hotel!"

Erin laughed. "Way to go, Einstein! You finally figured it out! What's your
IQ, 70? Do you want a Special Ed gold star?" She and Karima were both giggling
like schoolgirls.

"And all my new phone numbers..." he continued in a squeaky voice.

"Guilty," said Karima proudly. "Hacking them and making those numbers public
was a breeze." She delivered a stinging slap to his face with her free hand,
while continuing to shove and march him upstairs with the other.

"The smashed windows on my Mirage? All my stuff stolen? The brick through my
window?"

"Us!" giggled Karima triumphantly.

"My throwing skills from softball really helped me launch that brick
accurately," added Erin. "You should remember that, what with my glorious
success in the softball throw in middle school and your epic fail."

"My vandalized Lambo?"

"Us again!" Karima sang out.

"How far did you go!" cried Percy.

Erin grinned wickedly. "Remember all those first class flights you took? Well, since
Karima had access to everything on your computer, we always knew when and
where you were traveling as soon as you made the reservation online. We phoned
ahead to each airline you were going to go on, told them what a creepy-ass ugly
loser you were, and made sure you didn't get to have any positive interactions with
sexy female air hostesses."

"They were all happy to cooperate," Karima added. "And for a little extra incentive
we paid them, with money from your bank account, of course. I was an air hostess
for a few years before I became a paralegal. I always hated having to interact with
ugly male passengers like you. In business and first class I tried to dump them off on 
male stewards as often as possible. And in economy, whenever I had an omega 
male type like you in a row of passengers I was serving, I would deliberately skip
them just to let them know that only females and average-looking males and above
were worthy of even the smallest interaction with me. So this was a particularly 
awesome revenge for me, bitchboy."

Percy groaned to himself. On the Singapore Airlines plane, he hadn't been paranoid
after all! They really had been out to get him!

"Oh, and you know that takeout place near your mansion that you like to go to?" 
Erin smirked. "Did you notice how all the attractive young women who used to 
work there disappeared? Well, that was us too. We bribed all the pretty young
girls there, with money from your account, of course, to move to other stores in
the chain, so you'd only have men and old ugly women taking your order 
whenever you went there. You're such a low worm on the totem pole, bitchboy,
that even two seconds of positive or even neutral interaction with an attractive
young woman taking your order at a takeout place is too good for you."

Percy could only gasp in shock and horror at just how far these two bitches had
gone to ensure that he had no contact at all with pretty women except when
they were brutalizing him physically and mentally like Erin and Karima were right
now. Now a completely and utterly broken male, tried to think of something 
else. Anything else. "And the turds in my pool...?"

Erin snorted. "That? That wasn't us. Too crude. We have better methods of
giving you what you have coming. Remember, we're not the only ones who hate
your guts."

On the second floor, Erin opened the door to her study. Karima kicked Percy in
the back, sending him to land in a chair, then walked over to the computer in
the room, while Erin took over guarding the helpless prisoner.

"Done, Erin!" said Karima a few minutes later. "The last of his money has been
drained from his back account and split between you and me."

"Excellent." The tall blonde smirked, then punched Percy in the face, opening
a nasty cut on his cheek from the strength of her blow. "Now, Piggy Boy,
you're going to sell your house, then we're going to take the money from that
too. You're going to give me the Rolls-Royce, and you'll give the Lamborghini
and the Mercedes to Karima. As for the rest of your stuff, Rima and I will
pick out what we want and divide it between us, and then sell the rest and
keep the money."

"You can't do that!" Percy cried, wiping the blood off his cheek from Erin's
punch.

"Think you're man enough to stop us?" laughed Karima. Percy hung his head in
shame, knowing he was far too weak to defeat even one of these girls, let
alone both. He blushed in embarrassment at the thought of having to bow down
to a girl.

"That's what I thought, piglet boy," Erin sneered at him. Taking some rope out
of her purse, she swiftly tied him to the chair. "You can sleep there for the
night. Tomorrow we'll take care of selling the house. Tonight, Karima and I
are going to party. That's what normal, popular people with actual social
lives do on Friday nights, Piggy. I'll call Dylan Hightower and some of his
attractive, athletic male and female friends. We can have an orgy, do some
coke...Damn, I love being bisexual."

"Me too," said Karima. "I'll call my friend May and her two besties, Annabelle
and Cassie, and invite them too. Oh, and we should order some pizza." She
snatched Percy's wallet and took out a credit card.

"Hey, that's mine..." Percy began to protest weakly.

Erin took off her boot, then her sock, and stuffed the smelly sock into
Percy's mouth. Securing the sock with another length of rope from her purse,
she put her boot back on and nodded in satisfaction. "That should keep your
stupid flap shut. We don't want you ruining our party."

Karima, after ordering several pizzas online with Percy's credit card,
suddenly snapped her fingers. "I know who else we should invite to the party.
Mariela."

Percy's eyes went wide with fear and shock. Mariela?! The whore who had
brutally rejected him because of his ugliness and low SMV and then robbed him?
He made noises through his gag.

"That's right, her," snickered Erin. "Mariela's a member of the same online male
virgin bashing forum as we are. When you sent her your desperate offer, she
mentioned it on the forum and we realized we had you as our common enemy.
She talked about how she liked to rob weak-looking guys instead of having sex 
with them and we told her to go for it with you."

Percy spent the rest of the night alone and miserable tied to the chair,
listening to Erin and Karima and Mariela and Dylan Hightower and their friends
having the time of their lives. He cried to himself through his gag. He had
won the lottery, but failed to lose his virginity or even make any friends.
And now it had all been taken away from him. His money was gone, gone forever.
He had nothing left in the world. No money, no house, no car, no friends, no
girlfriend, no sex, and no love. He cried and cried until he finally drifted
off into an uncomfortable sleep.

The next morning, Erin forced Percy to clean up the mess from the party,
including all the broken bottles, empty pizza boxes, and vomit. After this
degrading and humiliating work, made worse by how Erin and Karima watched him
the whole time sitting in chairs and drinking margaritas, was finally
completed, Karima marched Percy outside and took him back to his house to
begin the process of selling it.

This time, the real estate agent was Marina, the pretty woman that he had been
supposed to work with when he had first bought the mansion. Percy felt a small
twinge of hope rise up within him when he saw her drive up. Maybe she could
rescue him from this hellish situation. Then maybe he could flirt with her and
she would agree to go out with him and...

A stinging backhand across his face from Karima snapped him out of his
daydream. "Don't think she's going to rescue you, wanker," the Middle Eastern
beauty snickered. "Marina's in with us on all this. Why do you think she
flaked on you in the first place? We called her and told her all about you. A
pretty, high SMV woman like her had no problem joining our side." She laughed
loudly as Percy's face fell like a sad dog.

Karima greeted Marina with a hug and a kiss. Percy looked at the newcomer in
real life for the first time, having only seen her picture before. Marina was
very pretty, as attractive as Karima and Erin, with shoulder-length brown hair
and blue eyes. Although at 5'6" she wasn't that tall, she was still an inch
taller than him, reminding him of his inadequacy and lack of masculinity. Her
body was slim but athletic, and she wore a black miniskirt, knee-high black
leather boots, and a white top with three-quarter length sleeves. A gold man's
watch hung loose on her slender wrist.

As Marina passed by him, she wrinkled her nose in disgust. "EWWWWWWWW," she
said in a Valley Girl voice. "What a LOSER." Percy hung his head as she and
Karima giggled.

The girls made Percy march ahead of them into the house and up the stairs. As
they walked, the two women chatted about their respective gun collections.
Karima told her friend about the new .45 pistol she had just bought, and
Marina talked about practicing in the desert with her new submachine gun. The
girls also talked about how they loved entering shooting competitions and
beating male opponents. Percy felt his cock getting hard because of his girls
with guns fetish.

"All right, Piggy Boy, in here." As they reached Percy's makeshift office, Karima 
gave his back a kick, sending him flying inside. He landed hard on his face.

"Get up, cocksucker." Karima grabbed him and turned him over. She glared
suddenly as she saw his hard-on. "What the fuck, pervert?" she snapped.

"He must have gotten erect listening to us talk about our shooting skills!"
said Marina. "What a faggot. Sure, girls with guns fetishes are common, but
it's only okay for guys to have those if he's good with guns himself. Can you
picture this pussy trying to shoot? His wrists are so weak and girly that even
the recoil from a 9mm would probably break them." She bent down and placed her
wrist next to his. Despite Marina's thin, petite build, his was even smaller
than hers! "Holy shit. I only weigh 117 pounds, and even I have bigger wrists
than this dweeb," she laughed. "What an unmasculine, worthless excuse for a
male this pathetic basement dweller is."

Karima roughly yanked Percy back to his feet. "Yeah, he's the epitome of
wimpy." She elbowed him in the side of his head, knocking him into a chair,
then walked over to the safe and opened it.

"Hey!" cried Percy, holding his head in pain. "How did you know the
combination?!"

"Because you're so fucking retarded that you had a little slip of paper in a
drawer with the combination on it," smirked Karima, rolling her eyes. "Erin
found it the first time she visited, and she told it to me." The Middle
Eastern girl reached inside the safe and pulled out a document, handing it to
Marina. "Here's the deed."

"Excellent," said the hot brunette real estate agent. "I'll take care of
everything from here. And I'll make sure that no trouble comes from the cops
out of this."

"Thanks, Rina. Here's a wad of cash from the safe. Keep this in addition to
your regular fee."

"Hey, no, that's mi..." Percy began.

"SHUT UP, COCKSUCKER!" shouted both girls at the same time. He hung his head
in fear and shut his flap. Karima and Marina high-fived each other.

"I'll take this wanker with me," said Karima. "I'm going to make him clean my
mansion, then take him back to Erin's place and make him finish cleaning up
over there. Call me if you need any information from him and I'll just beat it
out of him."

Percy, upon hearing what was in store for him, decided that he wasn't going to
take any more of this. He jumped out of the chair and began to run.

Karima began moving, but Marina held up a hand. "Allow me." With that, the
slender, model-hot brunette threw herself into a tumbling pass, starting with
a cartwheel and then going into a series of back handsprings. She elegantly
backflipped like a pro-gymnast after Percy, chasing him out of the room and
down the hall with her speed and skill. She caught up to him at the top of the
stairs, crashing into him with her final handspring and knocking him down.
Sitting on top of him, she punched him in the face, breaking his nose, then
did a back walkover to get back to her feet.

Marina stood over him, laughing. "What a slow, weak wuss! You were running and
I was doing back handsprings, and I still caught you so easily. Do you suck at
everything or what?" She stomped on his face with her big black boot, then
grabbed him, hauled him to his feet, and threw him to Karima, who had entered
the hall.

Karima caught Percy, twisted his arm behind his back, and began frogmarching
him down the stairs. "Nice tumbling pass, Marina. See you later. I'll call you
if I need you."

After a grueling afternoon and evening cleaning houses, Percy sat miserably in
Erin's dining room, watching as she and Karima unpacked boxes of Chinese
takeout and made plates for themselves. Then Erin made another plate, held it
out to Percy... then suddenly flipped it over just before he could take it,
spilling the food all over the floor. "That's your dinner."

"But..." Percy began.

"Eat it or starve," said Karima, popping a shrimp into her mouth with her
chopsticks. "You're not a man. You're a lower creature, so just eat your food
off the floor like a common animal."

Percy looked at the food. He knew he was probably going to get sick, but he
hadn't had anything to eat all day. So he began chowing down.

"Good doggie!" laughed Erin. "You like that, boy?" She and Karima high-fived
each other.

After dinner, Erin and Karima sat Percy down like a pair of stern parents
disappointed with a failing child. "Now it's time to talk about your future,
Piggy Cuck," said Erin. "You're short, scrawny, weak, dumb, ugly, and an utter
failure with girls. On a scale of 1 to 10, your worth as a man is a zero. When
you won the lottery, the universe was sent out of balance because you had
money that you didn't deserve. We've rectified that problem by taking your
money away, but you still have to be punished for the time you enjoyed your
material luxuries. Like that Dom Perignon you had on your Singapore Airlines
first class flight. You don't deserve that. You're not good enough."

"Oh my God," said Percy. "Do you ultimate alpha females somehow know
what I drank on a flight when you weren't there?"

"No, dumbass," said Karima, rolling her eyes. "Dom Perignon is standard in
Singapore Airlines First Class. Well-traveled and educated women like us know
that. There's no magic about it, you dim-witted loser."

"And on the subject," Erin put in. "Not only are you not good enough for Dom
Perignon, Piggy, you're not good enough for any kind of alcohol. In fact, you're
not good enough for any kind of beverage except toilet water. So from now on,
that's the only thing you're allowed to drink. If we ever catch you drinking 
anything other than toilet water, we're going to beat the crap out of you, wimp. 
Is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss Erin," said Percy, trembling with fear at the knowledge that either of
these women, members of what were supposed to be the fair sex, could kick
his ass effortlessly.

"Good, BOY," smirked Erin. "So getting back to your punishment for enjoying
luxuries that you didn't deserve. You've always been at the bottom of the 
social totem pole like you deserve, even when you were rich, but while you 
had money you weren't on the bottom of the economic totem pole, and that's
a travesty. We're going to have to take drastic action to fix that."

"So you're going to become our slave," said Karima. "You will serve us and our
friends. You will do everything you're told without question. You won't worry
about yourself, because you are worthless. Get that through your thick skull.
All you have to worry about is doing everything we tell you, doing it fast,
doing it well, and doing it real polite like. You do that, and you and us will
get along fine. You don't do that, and there'll be trouble. For you."

"If you don't like that choice, remember that you're out on bail," Erin
continued. "You're facing criminal charges that will put you in jail unless we
keep you out. You know as well as I do that you're such a feminine wimp that
one night, hell, one hour in jail for you will result in you getting buggered
up the ass by many men, getting AIDS, and dying from the complications in a 
few years. As a powerful attorney, I'm the only one who can save you from HIV. 
And the only way I'm willing to save you is if you become my absolute and total 
bitch."

"So what's it going to be, cuck?" smirked Karima. "Do you want to be our
bitch, or do you want to be the bitch of Roscoe the prison weightlifter with
the 9 inch cock?"

Percy sat on the couch, quivering with terror, anger, and complete and utter
heartbreak. How could his life have gone so wrong? When he had won the
lottery, he had thought that he could finally make up for all the suffering
he'd had to go through in school, college, and his minimum-wage job. But
instead, it had resulted in a bigger nightmare than he ever could have imagined. 
What had he done to deserve this?

"Because you're the ultimate omega male loser with the world's lowest recorded
SMV," said Erin. "That's what you've done to deserve this."

"Oh my God," moaned Percy. "Do you ultimate alpha females have mind reading
powers now too?"

"No, dumbass," said Karima, rolling her eyes. "You said that last part out loud."

Percy had one last card to play. "My parents..."

"Grant and Lila?" said Erin. "You think mommy and daddy are going to save you?
Guess again, loser. We've already talked to them. They've always hated you
because they're alphas and you're an omega. It's like you're not even their
child at all. They've basically disowned you, and just to make things official
I'll offer my services to them for free to have it done legally." At that, Percy 
began to cry.

"So we're waiting, fag," said Erin. "And we're getting impatient. Shall I call
the jail?" She began taking out her cell phone.

"No, Mistress Erin!" cried Percy. "I'll be a good boy. I'll be your slave."

"What are you?" demanded Karima.

"I'm your loyal and obedient slave, Mistress Karima!"

"What else?" said Erin. "And make it good." She still had her phone out.

"I'm a loser and a wanker with a short cock, Mistress Erin! I'm a cuck, a
closeted faggot, and a virgin! I am your disgusting piggy boy for you to do
with as you please!"

Both girls broke into loud laughter. "What a pathetic, stupid, no-balls,
natural born submissive," sneered Karima.

"Yeah," agreed Erin. She stood up, grabbed a shopping bag, and did a front
tuck somersault to take her over to Percy. Reaching into the bag, she pulled
out a French maid outfit. "Strip and put this on, cocksucker. It's a women's
size 4, which should fit a skinny male wimp like you perfectly. You will wear
this at all times unless we order you to wear something else. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Erin." Percy couldn't believe he was saying those words,
couldn't believe how it had all gone to hell so fast, couldn't believe that he
was stripping naked and putting on a French maid outfit. But he knew that he
had no choice. He couldn't get AIDS. He had been dominated, trapped, and
utterly defeated by these beautiful girls, and though he still held anger in
his heart towards them, his cock couldn't help rising in tribute to them as he
stripped nude and reached for the little black dress.

THREE YEARS LATER

Dylan Hightower and his wife, Erin Perry-Hightower, had just returned from a
gala, where they had accepted the city's Best Power Couple award from the
mayor. Dylan, the CEO of a venture capital group, and Erin, the senior partner
at the law firm of Perry-Hightower, Gordonstone, and Weinberg, were praised
for their intelligence, success in business, community leadership, generous
donations to charity, and photogenic looks.

As they entered the mansion, Dylan 6'3" and handsome in his tuxedo and Erin
6'2" in her four-inch high heels and beautiful in her red dress, Percy
Pigglesworth jumped up from where he had been scrubbing the floor in his
French maid outfit. He bowed to his owners submissively. "Mr. Hightower. Mrs.
Perry-Hightower. I trust you had a good night out?"

"Yes, Piggy," said Erin. "You can get back to scrubbing now."

"Thank you, Mistress." Percy went back to work on the stains on the floor as
Erin and Dylan kissed and headed up the stairs. He knew they were going to
have passionate heavenly sex with each other. But he felt no jealousy in his
heart, even though he was still a virgin and knew he would be a virgin
forever. He thought back over the past three years and how his attitude had
changed.

Initially, he had been furious over his enslavement, and in fact had made
several attempts to escape, all of which had failed miserably and had resulted
in severe beatings at the fists and feet of Erin and her friend Karima. After
he couldn't take the beatings anymore, he had gradually accepted his new
status, but only grudgingly at first. It was only recently that he had let go
of the resistance in his heart.

He was an omega, and he deserved this life. God must have been asleep at the
wheel on the day he had won the lottery. Luckily, Erin and Karima had been on
the ball to resolve that injustice. And what was so bad about living like
this? He had a roof over his head, and his own room in the basement with a
pile of straw for a bed. He got three square meals a day, from a dog dish with
his name on it. He was allowed to drink as much toilet water as he wanted. 
When his old French maid outfit had worn out, his owners had gotten him a 
new one. Once he accepted the fact that he was unworthy of sex and that sex 
wasn't an actual need, he realized that all his needs were being taken care of 
and there was no need for him to be unhappy.

And he had learned to get satisfaction from his work. After all, not everyone
could be a CEO like Dylan or a high-priced lawyer like Erin. Someone had to
scrub the floors, and he should take just as much pride in his work as Erin
and Dylan did with theirs. It was his job to please them, and please whoever
they rented him out to, like Erin's best friend Karima, or Marina the real
estate agent, or Mariela, the ex-prostitute, now a high-priced sex therapist.

Percy looked down in satisfaction as the last bit of the stain disappeared.
The floor was beautiful and shiny, and he hoped his owners would be pleased
with his work. He gathered up his cleaning supplies and headed off to his next
chore.

Up at the top of the stairs, Erin and Dylan were watching him. "Like, oh my
God, what a LOSER," said Erin in a Valley Girl voice. "He deserves everything 
he's going to get."

"Yeah, what a faggy little excuse for a man," Dylan agreed. "But enough about
that wanker. Let's fuck. It's about time we brought more alpha babies into
this world." He picked her up.

"For sure," Erin nodded. She kissed her husband as he carried her into the
master bedroom and closed the door behind them.

THE END

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