That's You , Miss Sue - Part 12 (Patreon)

You were a proper Lady your entire life

But in the blink of an eye,

You’ve thrown that life away,

You’re now nothing but trash to any respectable guy.

The manger’s voice bellows out

“Girl there’s a guy with a dollar over there,

Wiggle your cute little ass right over to him,

Be sure to do it with grace and flair.”

You’re appalled by his words,

“How dare he speak to you this way?”

Still, you shimmy on over to the old man

And literally - put your cunt on display.

You look down at the man

Whose eyes are locked onto your naked twat,

You notice he has a huge erection,

And on his pants - a spreading cum stain spot.

Tears well-up in your eyes and

Momentarily you think, “Fuck this, I am through,”

But as the heat in your ass spreads -

Emotionally distraught, you don’t know what to do.

In a trancelike state, you swallow your pride,

And return to the scene of your crime,

Contritely you plead, “I am sorry I was rude,

Please sir, forgive me this one-time.”

The man smiles a toothy grin

That goes from ear to ear,

You think - that was not so hard, you handled him well

He’s just an old man, what’s to fear.

You smile sweetly and start to leave

But the old man has a change of heart,

“Not so fast Missy.  Squat down in front of me

Arch your back, and spread those knees far apart.”

You are stunned, you are insulted,

Your face is flushed, your ears burn bright red,

“Old man, before I do that

I’d rather be dead,”

The manager’s voice again intervenes

“You heard what the customer said,

If you want to work here you need to

Get that girlish pride out of your head.”

“I sell visual fantasies of naked sluts,

And you are my goods, so to say,

That means you’ll let any man, see any part of you,

As long as he has money to pay.”

“You’ll show them your titties, you’ll show them you ass

You’ll show them you pussy - for just a dollar any day,

And for a slightly higher fee

You’ll sit on their dicks and grind away.”

“This poor old man

Has offered only a dollar that’s true,

But that’s so far - he may decide to spend more

In any event, that decision is not up to you.”

“I run this place and my clients expect

To see bare tits and ass on the stage all night,

Think of your dances on stage as advertising time

You will make lots of money - if you do things right.”

“Normally you’re only required to strip naked

And to smile and be polite,

How much else you do is your prerogative

Free enterprise rules here each night.”

“But with this man, you violated my rules,

Which earlier I clearly explained,

So I think you owe him a view of your cunt

But regardless, you need to show you can be trained.”

“Now shuffle your cute girlie ass back over there,

Squat and spread your legs at the old man’s suggestion,

Then take your fingers and stretch open you pussy lips,

Let the old man do a gynecological inspection.”

Never in your life has a man treated you like this

But strangely your pussy feels slick,

You shudder to think debasement turned you on,

You suddenly feel sick.

You should tell the manager to fuck off,

Instead you follow submissive instincts, so long suppressed,

You squat back on your haunches, knees spread wide apart,

Fingers opening your pussy lips, per the old man’s behest.

You close your eyes in shame,

But then applause erupts, and men holler,

You feel heat in your flushed face,

But opening your eyes, it's raining dollars.

Having accepted your demeaning status,

You meekly wait ‘til the old man is done,

Then you kneel on the stage and slip your tongue in his mouth,

Lying seductively, “Thank you Sir. Hope you had fun.”

You find out later that old man is a war hero,

He flew the Mustang in World War II they say,

Unfortunately, you can’t confirm it

As the next week he passed away.

After the third song ends

You crawl scooping your dollars off the floor,

Many men solicit you for table dances,

You’ve officially become a whore.

So, you found a new profession

On this faithful day,

For money – a lifetime of pride and social standing

You willingly sold away.

A nice girl raised well by Christian parents’,

A good wife and mother too,

But you choose a sinful life exploiting lust for profit,

Shame!  Shame on you!  Miss Sue.