She might just have looked young for her age,
(And such things can be tricky to gauge);
Though she looked like his daughter,
He’d guiltily bought her,
Lust mixed with self-loathing and rage.
Tag: prostitution
Terms of trade
Though she wasn’t a hooker, as such,
It depended on what… and how much…
If she felt in the mood
To be lovelessly screwed…
If she liked him, she’d sometimes go Dutch!
Buy one, get one free
She’d agreed, and they’d come to the price;
She said “Two hundred bucks would suffice.”
He said “That’s a bit much!”
She said “No pay, no touch,
But you can, if you want, fuck me twice.”
Heart of gold
Since he’d payed for the hotel, she thought,
(And the airfares and presents), she ought
To allow him some joy,
The poor dear old boy,
At the last gasp, the final resort!
Impeccable taste
“Though I know, my girl, how I repel you,
I’ll pay well; just do as I tell you:
No soap or shampoo.
Do not wipe when you poo
And lie still, while I lick you and smell you!”
Round figures
Her proportions were quite Rabelaisian,
And put to good use, on occasion,
A banker, perhaps;
Handsome, destitute chaps,
Though, were not in her social equation!
Ingratitude
Since he’d bought her a fur coat and bling,
(But had not, of course, bought her a ring,)
She was grateful and gee!
It just seemed fair that she
Should get naked and do the right thing!
Who you know
Her virginity, though sacrosanct,
Didn’t mean a man couldn’t be wanked;
Certain gentleman-friends
Helped the meeting of ends,
Upon which she most gratefully banked!
Mollified
Though she worried at night for her soul,
She made ends meet by being a moll.
She made love to a mobster,
For champagne and lobster;
Nice work, and quite fun, on the whole!
Service with a smile
For a whore, she seemed awfully sweet,
Though, of course, it might all be deceit;
Still she’d been a good lay,
And, accepting her pay,
She said “Thanks. Would you like a receipt?”