Waiting, watching, night-traffic rolling
Sensing, wanting, dark stranger passing
Looking deeply in pale hesitant eyes
Query, stuttering, "How much for a ride?"

Thinking, I size up stranger standing here
Spying bruises on neck and under ear
He asks about any specialties
Grinning, I tell him that 'my job is to please'

With blindfold and ball-gag, put in car
I drive him to my suite, near but far
Unloading, does he quiver a-smidgen
Smiling I lead him to my quaint dungeon

Hooked and trussed, I remove his blindfold
And let him all my leather toys behold
I blind him once more and take him to the car
Driving him in circles, near and far

I retrieve my gadgets and dump him out the car
He has the nerve to ask me what I did that for
'You paid for a service, that is what you got
'And that is all that your money bought'