Woman of the evening

[Doreen Peri]

It's been a business
doing pleasure with you,
she said, then got up out
of bed,

took the five hundred
bucks off the top of the
trunk, tucked it into her bra,
slipped on her heels, her
leather jacket, grabbed
her bag, locked the door
before he even awoke,

20 stairs down the brownstone,
had a short smoke, hailed
a cab, made it home

quite content —
paid the rent

[theirishsea]

Sounds like woman of the morning. Remember that ol' Mickey Gilley song----"Don't The Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time". The morning is a bitch. Five hundred bucks spent on gold-hearted Fucks. It sucks. But a guy just rents a woman's body in one of those transactions. And sometimes that's all a woman's got to better her lot in life. Of course she could be giving herself to a life of drugs. Everybody loses except some punk pimp and/or the cartels.

Sex should be more like Victoria's Secret----maybe a little fuller figured----sticks aren't women. Anyway, too often sex is just a backseat ride with as much ambience as a cop's flashlight shining thru the window and what feels good looks bad and there ain't no excuse for being a private spectacle gone public. And the town is as puritan as a dressed up turkey on Thanksgiving.

But $500 is a lot for a two-bit. What is the asking price these days? On Capitol Hill it is inflated like the pontificating egos. On the street it has to be cheaper. Wealth doesn't trickle down. Nothing much trickles except.......

[Doreen Peri]

Top dollar call girl. Escort service. These types don't come cheap.

[Doreen Peri]

I feel stupid... I have no idea who Mickey Gilley is. I'm going to have to look that song up. Thx for reading, Dan.

"Everybody loses except some punk pimp and/or the cartels."

I wanna steal that line so bad! Your whole reply is a poem, by the way.