Tag Archives: escorting

Working Girl

She expertly fits
A balloon.
Sits. Wriggles hips.
And soon
His fun
Is done.

She is his confessional
And as a professional
Listens for a while.
Then, with a smile,
“Darling that was fun.
Now I must run”.

The Marketplace

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A man in need of company.
A girl who is free,
For a fee.
So many things can be bought.

I know one can buy
The finest art.
But the heart
Of an escort
Is never bought.

Who Then Is The Slave?

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Is the young woman who knocks on the door
At just gone midnight
In heels, and oh so
Short dress, (and we all know what she is there for),
A slave
Even if she be paid?

And what of the lady who cleans the floor?
The well paid “whore”
Receives much more.
If both be paid,
Who then is the slave?

The midnight visitor may
Have a pimp to pay
But ’tis by no
Means always so.
Yet, if the man has no idea
Whether she comes out of fear
Is he a slave master
Complicit in a disaster?

But what of the cleaner brutalised by a boyfriend
Who all her money does spend
On drink,
Although she be paid
Do you not think
That she also is a slave?

The Agency

tottering on stilettos

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Tottering on stilettos
Girls from ghettos
(And a few middle-class
Girls too) pass
Through lonely doors, and sing a song
That will be around so long
As mankind
Requires? desires?
More than food for his mind.

Did cavemen win
Young women to sin
With fine polished stone?
I own
I do not know
Though I suspect it was so.
And still girls go
Through lonely doors
And are labelled, hoars

A review of my short story, “Samantha”

Charades

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How do you imagine me?
Do you see
Danger smouldering behind dark glasses?
A young man, superficially charming,
My good looks disarming
Girls who dance
To my tune of false romance?

Do you see me
In a sports car
With a false number plate
Where girls go too far
And learn too late
The meaning of hate?

You don’t see a young
Woman, my compassion flung
Aside.
I shall decide
Which girl shall work tonight,
To bring delight
To you good sir.

I swear
That you wouldn’t guess
That beneath my demure dress
There beats a heart of stone.
My voice on the phone
Is matter-of-fact.
(I never discuss the actual act
But we glean
What each other mean
In this game of charades
Where the cards
Are stacked in my favour).
You can have any flavour
You like tonight
But mind your language for I have learned, over the years
That walls have ears
And many a business ends in tears
When a girl is indiscreet
About who she will meet.

Commonplace

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The dress she bought
Was cheap and short.
The bus she caught.
The vehicle’s slow pace
Her burning face.
Barely coping.
For salvation hoping.
Groping
For a way out.
Inwardly she shouts.
People are about
Staring
She is almost beyond caring.
A suburban place
His flushed face.
A girl’s disgrace.
How very common place.

Increasing Numbers Of Students Turning To Prostitution To Pay For Their Tuition

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The Liverpool Echo has an article detailing how increasing numbers of students attending the city’s university are turning to prostitution. With the increase in university tuition fees some students are seeing escorting as a quick and easy way to make money, (http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/liverpool-news/liverpool-students-selling-sex-pay-6687922).

My book, Samantha tells the fictional story of how a young woman is forced into prostitution in the city of Liverpool. Can Sam’s love for Peter, a man she meets in a Liverpool night club, save her or will she end her days in the murky waters of Liverpool’s Albert Docks?

It should be stressed that the article in the Liverpool Echo deals with women who have entered the sex industry without coercion, although some commentators believe that economic circumstances (a lack of resources and opportunities) do constitute economic coercion (I.E. most people entering prostitution have no other alternative).

For Samantha please visit http://www.amazon.com/Samantha-K-Morris-ebook/dp/B00BL3CNHI