She looked cheap, and she was, tarted up;
Her john panting, a big-hearted pup!
He was short on allure,
Too fat, that’s for sure,
But nice to fuck, once started up!
Tag: prostitution
Starting at the bottom
Being fucked by consecutive boys
Is a job that she rather enjoys,
And if some rich guy spends
Enough, she and her friends
Don’t mind being executive toys!
GST
“Have a drink! Don’t be nervous, relax!
It’s OK, you can perv to the max!
That’s what titties are for! …
Fucking’s two hundred more,
Plus, of course, goods and services tax.”
The message is the medium
Drunk and cheeky, in retrospect, rash,
She’d pulled down her dress, gave him a flash.
Though she hadn’t quite meant
The wrong message it sent,
He said “Nice tits, yep. Show us yer gash!”
A hard bargain
Her consent to a fuck was conditional;
Foreplay instructions, positional,
Time out to pee,
A quick blow job for free,
But the anal was ten bucks additional.
Social climber
She’d been blessed with a healthy libido;
“Use sex to get on” was her credo.
She’d sometimes put out
For a punter or tout,
But fucked anything in a tuxedo.
Turning a buck
She depended on fucking financially,
Not by choice, just circumstantially,
Knowing the dangers…
The kindness of strangers,
Though, paid for her lifestyle substantially.
Profit and loss statement
While a virgin, a certain inertial
Reluctance for things controversial
Delayed getting laid;
Her decision, when made,
Was cold-heartedly, strictly commercial.
Americana 2
She works down at the Star Bar and Grill.
Guys with cash, a few hours to kill,
Come and drink, tip big, think
She might wink, flash the pink;
On a slow day, sometimes, too, she will!
Americana 4
She works nights at some greasy-spoon diner.
Ain’t told the boss she’s still a minor.
Ain’t got no degree,
What you get’s what you see,
Just big tits and a cosy vagina.