The Economist

“Damn, you look good. You should always dress like that.”

“Why’s that?”

“So I won’t have to look elsewhere.”

This isn’t for you, bitch, fuck off. Let’s dress you in a skirt and make you teeter on your heels. Now turn around, fucker, I’m going to put you in the position you so often liked to see me in.

Our relationship was sullied by the bank notes that passed through our hands. Transactional exchanges of the soulless. Now that I’m in a position to pay for your services, though, you don’t seem to enjoy the art of negotiation half as much.

You taught me the value based solely on monetary worth and now that you’ve squandered the green, you want to switch up the rules. Not for you, bitch. Show me that sweet virgin ass and I’ll show you my business end.

Perhaps a barter is more your style today? My self-worth for your self-loathing with a side of dignity, in the spirit of fair trade. We could shake on it but we both know the value of your word, so instead we’ll seal this deal with a kiss.