Little shop of horrors

The treats as you pass  displayed  
the red lights shine music played
as I stood outside the the dirty glass    
the hooker beckoned sex that cost a dollar less    
    
the fish net tights sat on a stool    
legs so long to make you drool    
:the look: of you can steal my chastity    
its price outweighs domesticity    
   
the trap was set, the bait was took
the moment my virginity cause forsook     
Madam said are we dealing, nothing here on tab    
a weeks wages, for this hard up lad    
    
down the grubby corridor damp and wet  
came the rancid smell of sweat    
cries I cant describe, smell of baby oil    
mingled with leather, chains and cracking whip recoil    
   
discarded condoms Durex packets ripped    
picture of each fetish, point and take your pick    
a business deal of what you'll fuck tonight  
the window model to high a price    
   
purchase best or worst have to trust pot luck    
she gave me head, do not, do not  erupt  
and slowly ground my cock and teased    
if you come i'll spank to delay for that release   
   
and squeezed my balls till I climbed the walls    
she said my youth  was her Viagra  pills  
smooth skin  un-corrupted bliss    
her fresh prince she enjoyed my every inch    
   
a pound of flesh exchanged    
bitten with possessive depth deranged  
the finger chisels the rubber mask    
high heel imprints on my back and ass    
   
the die was cast, the aces played    
thirst was slated by games depraved    
the beast put to sleep a ritual black mass    
can the woman in you match the whore in the glass