Pawning Pooky

"Listen, how about some, credit?", Silvia tried, pitying poor Pooky.

"Credit?", the Barker scoffed.

"Yeah, if we can get, uh....ten silvers we'll pay you back in cash or kind by the end of the night, plus a tenth!"

"And if you don't?"

"Pooky will...perform."

"Oh really, how?"

Pooky looked to Silvia, as though to ask the same question.

Silvia slapped Pooky's pot belly, and before the jiggle had spread to her thunder thighs her cry of, "DANCE!", had been answered as Pooky shook seductively, her breasts bobbing and belly bouncing, butt cheeks slapping each other as though applauding the show.

"Yeah, if you pay back the ten and a HALF I'll do it."

Silvia calculated quickly and agreed.

"Hey, this is only 9!"

Silvia said as she swiped the silvers.

"It takes one for two to get into the fair, sweetheart...good luck."