That's You , Miss Sue - Part 18 (END) (Patreon)

Your ordeal finally ended,

You stared at the stack of cash earned,

You should feel happy,

But inside your stomach still churned.

That night fades into your memory,

You save your money for a year,

Then quit this degrading profession,

To return to the life you hold dear.

But later at your granddaughter’s dance reception,

The past comes back to haunt you,

You see one of the men from that night,

Who obviously told everyone about - Miss Sue.

You’ve never felt so degraded,

But there’s nothing that you can do,

Your sleazy past indiscretion,

Will forever follow you.

EPILOGUE:

The preceding poem is a fate

That my girlfriend Sue may have faced,

It’s inspired by actual facts she confessed to me,

Albeit, enhanced by my fantasy of erotic female disgrace.

While girls who commonly dance in titty bars

Are fun and pleasing to the eye,

I’ve always fantasized about seeing a real proper “lady”,

On the stage, naked, parting her thighs.

Sue’s background is basically true,

She is a proper lady, mother, and was hit-on by a golf pro.

As a travel agent she often partied in Cancun,

Whether she cheated there, I don’t know.

The events leading her to consider stripping occurred,

And, she admits to visiting clubs considering an audition,

With her cousin and boyfriend along for protection,

She swears she didn’t follow through, but I have a suspicion.

While I will give her the benefit of the doubt,

She would have made out very well,

For flirting is second nature to her,

And she is one sexy southern belle.