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Cuffs and Speculum

 
My first day on the job, one for the books:
A sales girl at Le Pleasure Chest Sex Shoppe.    
    
I had lots of experience with toys,    
And swung both ways with gender-bi’s & girls.    
     
I lean against a counter with displays    
Of porno decks of cards & edibles.    
     
A brittle-looking ‘frail’ from round the back      
(Where inventory hung on garment racks)    
     
In skin-tight leopard print slit up the sides,    
In knock-off Prada mules one size too small.    
     
She’s giving me the eye before I know,    
This bony broad with wiglet like a hat.    
     
“Oh yeah”, she softly coo’s & licks her lips,    
She grabs to squeeze my tit, “My aren’t we small.”    
     
“Hey, who you callin’ small, bitch, have a look!”    
Unsnap my leather pants & whip it out.    
     
“Get on your knees you cunt and open wide,    
And suck my number 8 deep, let it slide!  
     
“You better take it all and no complaints,    
‘Cause after this it’s goin’ up your ass!”    
     
I rim her raw then shoot across her back,    
And finish off by whizzing ‘tween her crack.    
     
That chick was going nowhere no time soon,    
When I was done, secured with spreader bar.    
     
I dial my cell and call my homey James,    
And tell him “gotta job, send out the gang!”    
     
I sit and glaze my nails with neon goth,    
And nonchalantly watch a customer      
     
Who notices there’s something different here,    
And smiles at me then looks down at the floor.    
     
“Well well what have we here is that the boss?”    
I’m blowing on my nails, I stare right past.    
     
“I think so, I can’t tell, she’s laid face down.      
We got a sale on dildos, check it out.”    
     
I hear a rumble outside from the lot.    
“That’s gonna be my crew you’d better haul,    
     
“I wouldn’t stay here long if I were you,    
And take the body too it’s got a smell.”    
     
In come the boys who crash n slash n smash,    
While busting open registers for cash.    
     
I stroll out to the roach coach by the curb    
For one burrito and a cuppa Jo.    
     
I sip my coffee, watch the wrecking ball;    
The thrill I get is better than caffeine.    
     
I flip the bird as walls come tumbling down,    
Jump in my Mustang zoom on down the road.
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