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!
Tag: prostitution
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?”
Hired help
Her performance was less than inspired;
Of course, though, she’d only been hired.
She looked nice, but bored,
And, for modest reward,
She did all that was strictly required.
Not with a bang
It came not with a bang, but a whimper;
His world’s end: his penis grew limper
And limper. “Bad luck,”
She said “Now we can’t fuck.”
She did add, though, she’d still let him pimp her.
Mate's rates
When his friend came, she smiled and she beckoned;
He took his friend’s place, and went second.
It really was nice
That she let them fuck twice,
For the price of just one fuck , he reckoned!
It's only money
To what depths will a woman descend,
And enjoy it, or if not, pretend?
Not from love, not from lust…
All too often it’s just
How much cash a man’s willing to spend.
Kindness
When the landlord dropped round to remind
Her, the rent was now two weeks behind,
She looked so damn distressed,
In the doorway, half-dressed,
That he said he’d take payment in kind.
Pros and cons
She weighed up what she’d gain or she’d lose
From an offer she couldn’t refuse:
He could fuck her, of course,
Using menace or force,
In exchange for what, should she so choose?