Lexi’s small and cute, but ten years of Adam Smith’s invisible hand in her panties has knocked the bloom off her rose.
Her next trick saunters up, checks her out. Lexi smiles, fluffs her hair. She settles for less, again.
They go around the corner, upstairs.
When Lexi’s back hits the sheets she’s figuring how many more tricks to swing some silicone upgrades. How many more tricks to pay off the rent houses she bought back in 2008.
The trick’s grinding away, kneading her left breast, grunting.
Lexi’s thinking, Gotta make money to spend money to make money.
© Copyright 2021 by Jim Latham