The Prostitute


He was young and nervous.
She was too beautiful and pleasant to be his first.
He had assumed, and deep down he hoped,
that she'd be fat or ugly or nasty,
that way he could put on a show.
He sat on the bed and removed his shirt and shoes
but kept one sock on because his sole was dried.
She unzipped and did most of the work.
Afterwards she dressed in a hurry
and, whilst checking her phone, asked him,
"How much?"
He looked down to the floor and said,
"Two hundred, five if you want me to spend the night".
She did not.

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