We had more
than our fair share of intolerable pests
And a few
became our favourite guests
We did our
best to indulge their requests
That were
becomin’ odder each and every day
But we
couldn’t let excesses get in the way
Not if they
were willin’ to pay
For some
things we’d charge an extra fee
But that was
between the lassies and me
What got on my
goat was workin’ for free
Robert had
an agreement, ye see
He’d pay the
coppers to keep them at bay
But one
would show up every Saturday
Into the
house he’d barge
And demand
to see me free of charge
More than
often he’d be intoxicated
But he was
the law and had to be tolerated
Otherwise
things would’ve been complicated
That didn’t
stop me hatin’ the arrogant…
Well, he got
on my wick
When he’d
haughtily swing his truncheon stick
Nudge me
gently with the tip
And then smile
at me wryly and order me to strip
His very
first visit had been terribly dauntin’
As I had a
fair idea of what he’d be wantin’
And when he
stroked the truncheon I felt real trepidation
Dreadin’ the
thought of the imminent degradation
But when he
had begun to remove his clothes too
I was
curious more than anxious about what he wanted to do
He grabbed
his bottle of booze and drank the dregs
And then flopped
on my bed and spread his legs
Ye can
imagine my shock
Him wantin’
to be penetrated with a wooden…
Well, how
could I ignore
I only hoped
that it’d be bloody sore
That’s how
it was supposed to be
But instead
his cries were that of glee
And that was
so damn disappointin’ to me
Hearin’ him
roar, “More, more, you stupid Whore!”
I shoved it
forcefully again and again
Hopin’ it
would cause him discomfort and pain
But the
harder I shoved
The more he
loved
“Again,
again!” he’d yelled. “Keep on going, I’ll tell you when!”
I was
utterly and truly exasperated
But my
irritation soon turned to fascination
When his
climax was reached without his own stimulation
In all that
time I’d been a whore
Never had I
witnessed that before
Nor would I
ever have suspected
That some parts
of a man could be connected
Ye could say
that we were learnin’ every day
But I had no
time for bastards that wouldn’t pay
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