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!”
Tag: prostitution
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.
Whatever the market will bear
Though, of course, some may think it extreme,
(The cane strikes; a nice guttural scream!)
She’s so very well paid,
Welts and bruises soon fade,
And it helps him to let off some steam.
Suspended animation
A young lady he’d lately befriended,
Trussed, naked, now dangled, suspended,
Pink holes on display;
He could do what he may,
And pay later for services rendered.
Working girl
“It’s a job,” she opined, with a shrug.
His cock lay in her hand like a slug,
Pink and damp, a blind worm,
She could feel it squirm,
As she squeezed it and gave it a tug.