Sexy coed lost a bet and has to do what I say!

You know you do it. You get to the gate and size up the crowd to see if there's anyone you hope to be seated next to. Usually, I find one or two attractive women, and I dream about the possibilities of being seated next to them for a few hours ... until I get on the plane and end up next an old dude who just wants to talk about local restaurants.

But there was one time... Oh. My. God.

I was on my way home from a trip in Charleston, WV (more on that later), catching my layover in Atlanta. As I approached my gate, I saw that it was swarming with gorgeous young women. I had hit the fucking lottery. Several of them were wearing volleyball sweatshirts, indicating they were probably all on the same college team. I figured, with my luck, I'd still be next to one of the frumpy dudes or old ladies, but I still prayed that I'd have the chance to sit near one of these hotties on my trip home.

Little did I know what wonders lay in store for me.