My Whore

"Well, it's pretty simple" you grin. "There's only thing i want from you, and only one thing you've got to sell..................."

The smile's gone from her face now, "You can't be serious?"

"Well, if you don't need the cash then we can just shoot the breeze...."

She stands up suddenly and walks away. You think you've lost her but she heads to the bar and returns with another two vodka's.

"But that's like being a whore" she says.

"Exactly, that's exactly what you'll be - "My Whore", but you'll be well paid, wined, dined and very well serviced - your choice." You sit back and sip the vodka, letting your eyes wander over her firm tits.