Tricks

three of them

drinking hard liquor

barely weaned

spoke to me in language

they thought was adult

picking up what they might have heard their fathers say

braggadocio

trying to make an impression

on me

the whore

or maybe to each other

didn't matter

they were having a good time

or thought they were

cracking jokes

laughing loudly and insanely

high-fiving each other

drew straws to see who'd go first

and last

boasting about what they had to give me

I went along with it

I'm a whore

that's what I was in the cheap hotel room to do

whatever they wanted

soon the room stood silent

it was time

the two who wasn't first

left

leaving the one who'd been loudest

joked the rudest

leader of the pack I guess

thing is

he went speechless without his buddies

I undressed

he didn't

he wouldn't, I think he was gay

begged me not to tell

gave me everything he had in his wallet

not to tell

we waited the right amount of time

he left

could hear him talking about how good it was

the second one came

then the last

neither of them had a problem

"doing" it

even so I quite understood

they fantasized I was their mother

©December 4, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton