Fifty bucks for a fuck, cold, hard cash…
Pretty good, she thought, toking on hash…
“Yeah,” she said to the john,
Stripping off. “Fuck! You’re on!
Just a sec, while I pull out me stash!”
Tag: prostitution
Meeting Jack
Peddling pussy, poor girl, stony broke,
In a laneway, a shilling a poke…
“He’s a curious one,”
She thinks, (God! Should I run?)
With his little black bag and his cloak.
Starry-eyed
She hit Hollywood all starry-eyed…
Promised parts in the movies… they’d lied…
Given blow jobs, been screwed,
Pretty much fucked for food,
Till she just sort of shrivelled inside.
Rights and wrongs
Her virginity rankled, poor kid…
Just a nuisance, of which to be rid…
Maybe one of these nights
She might auction the rights…
Kill two birds… maybe make a few quid!
Upmarket
The young hooker, flat broke, ruin looming,
Worked on her deportment and grooming,
Dressed smarter, talked nice,
Then she put up her price,
And, last heard of, her business was booming!
On the game
Broke and desperate, burning with shame,
No choice left but to go on the game…
Well, it beat being poor!
She enjoyed it, what’s more…
Indeed, so much she quite often came!
Impulse buying
Chilly-nippled, hair dripping, bedraggled,
She flaunted her bosom and haggled…
A fuck would be nice…
She was well worth the price
Of the pert little tail she waggled.
The big league
“Big mistake… ouch!” she said, with a pout.
“A bit too ambitious, no doubt…
Like, they said he was big,
When they gave me the gig…
Just about pulled my cunt inside out!”
Class conscious
“It’s beneath me!” she said, out of vanity.
“Fuck him? The dregs of humanity?
Nasty! A brute!
Give that bastard a root?
He’ll pay what? Sure! (Silent profanity).
Lurks and perks
As a whore, she was making a killing!
The job, of course, not so fulfilling…
She had to fuck jerks…
But it had lots of perks,
And it paid well, with ten-minute billing.