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Silent & Still
.
To pay him?,
An unusual request
The watcher & me the
stripper
His phone in his
hand filming my
performance
His "pay me first"
Had me stopping in
my tracks
Standing,
Albut undressed
flustered
Going through my purse,
handing over my notes, coins,
credit & loyalty cards
Fuck! the whole purse,
my phone, a written out
I.o.u all destinations ticket
for travel
I'd quickly scribbled
out after running
around in just my
panties, playing find
the pen that works
game as he sat
smiling & filming,
Panties.. the only
token payment I
had left
Finally removing &
handing over
Panties.. with the "label"
still attached
Oh oh..
His shaking head
the sigh
The tapping of his knee
My retaining some dignity
In my standing naked
No I'm not stance
The strong grab by hands
Putting me in my place
Though to be fare
My panties, with label
were returned;
Biting down hard on the
fabric with each firm but
loving caress; My struggle
To eventual blush of
silent & still pose
a measure of how
far I'd come
As he carried on
to be sure
for good measure
that I'd come
To pay him?,
An unusual request
The watcher & me the
stripper
His phone in his
hand filming my
performance
His "pay me first"
Had me stopping in
my tracks
Standing,
Albut undressed
flustered
Going through my purse,
handing over my notes, coins,
credit & loyalty cards
Fuck! the whole purse,
my phone, a written out
I.o.u all destinations ticket
for travel
I'd quickly scribbled
out after running
around in just my
panties, playing find
the pen that works
game as he sat
smiling & filming,
Panties.. the only
token payment I
had left
Finally removing &
handing over
Panties.. with the "label"
still attached
Oh oh..
His shaking head
the sigh
The tapping of his knee
My retaining some dignity
In my standing naked
No I'm not stance
The strong grab by hands
Putting me in my place
Though to be fare
My panties, with label
were returned;
Biting down hard on the
fabric with each firm but
loving caress; My struggle
To eventual blush of
silent & still pose
a measure of how
far I'd come
As he carried on
to be sure
for good measure
that I'd come
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