Damn, I gotta piss so bad!
Why did I answer that goddamn ad
Now I fear my life will end
Oh what terrors upon me attend!!!
It wasn’t that long ago…
"Are you Mr. Tree?"
"No, it's just 'Tree'. Are you Roxie?"
"It's 'Roxanne'."
"You came here to hire me. The bar is over there. Take your clothes off, pour a drink, and sit down."
"I came here to interview you to see if I want to hire you."
He lights a cigarette- I hate smokers- and says "Then we have a failure to communicate. I told you I would consider your offer if you were worth my time."
"I think my monetary offer should make it worth your time. It was rather generous I think."
"Roxie, I have enough money that I don't need yours. My time is a receding commodity. So either get naked, get a drink, and sit down and answer a few questions or go back to your fancy car now and leave."
I contemplate leaving but I have come too far. If I’m ever going to do this it has to now! My intellect says go to my car even as my fingers fumble with the buttons on my simple dress. That’s what he told me to wear; a dress and high heels. Stocking are optional but no panty hose, bra, or pants. I pull the dress off my shoulders revealing my bosom to a man I have met less than five minutes ago and his eyes are undressing me as much as I do myself!!!
Tree
Why did I answer that goddamn ad
Now I fear my life will end
Oh what terrors upon me attend!!!
It wasn’t that long ago…
"Are you Mr. Tree?"
"No, it's just 'Tree'. Are you Roxie?"
"It's 'Roxanne'."
"You came here to hire me. The bar is over there. Take your clothes off, pour a drink, and sit down."
"I came here to interview you to see if I want to hire you."
He lights a cigarette- I hate smokers- and says "Then we have a failure to communicate. I told you I would consider your offer if you were worth my time."
"I think my monetary offer should make it worth your time. It was rather generous I think."
"Roxie, I have enough money that I don't need yours. My time is a receding commodity. So either get naked, get a drink, and sit down and answer a few questions or go back to your fancy car now and leave."
I contemplate leaving but I have come too far. If I’m ever going to do this it has to now! My intellect says go to my car even as my fingers fumble with the buttons on my simple dress. That’s what he told me to wear; a dress and high heels. Stocking are optional but no panty hose, bra, or pants. I pull the dress off my shoulders revealing my bosom to a man I have met less than five minutes ago and his eyes are undressing me as much as I do myself!!!
Tree