“You looking’ fer Business?” said the thin girl in the boots,

Short skirt, cropped top, dark hair blonde at the roots.

“You want summink or not?” she asked, chewing on her gum,

“Fifty get you anyfink, you can even ‘ave my bum!”

She ran round to the other side and got into the car,

The leather soft, inviting, faintly smelling of cigars.

“Well come on then,” she said, “Oi ‘aven’t got all night!”

The limo moved off silently, and took them out of sight.

“I’ll ‘ave the money first,” she said, holding out her hand,

And took the five crisp notes held with a rubber band.

She tucked them in her handbag and lifted up her skirt,

Slipped down her tiny panties, “What do you want first?”

The fingers on her pussy were thin and very cold

She could tell without looking that this punter was quite old.

And yet he had a gentleness, his fingers were adept

And though she didn’t want it she found herself quite wet.

She always thought of business, kept herself detached,

It was only for the money, keep the dealers off her back.

But this was something different, his fingers gently played

She suddenly felt warm inside as her petals wide were splayed.

No attempt to enter her, no forcefulness was shown

But softly toying, pressing down just made her feelings grow.

She tried so hard stay aloof but his skill and care were thrilling

And as he toyed she cried out loud, her mind and body willing.

The hand withdrew and she sat still her senses were still reeling

Her punter waited patiently but what was he concealing?

She looked and stared and then she knew, her punter was still busy.

But he wasn’t playing with his cock, she was fingering her Pussy!