My mom raised me with manners
Not to spit or swear
Always say please and thank you
And to wear clean underwear
But as I got older
I learned pretty quick
It was no fun being a good girl
I wanted to be bad...and to play with dick!
Although I was a virgin
At the sweet age of sixteen
I rode my first cock like a champ
And when it was over, even licked it clean
That first taste had me hooked
I was consumed with a hunger for a hard one
I just couldn't satisfy
I knew that beating this addiction just couldn't be done
By day I was a good girl
Making my mother proud
By night my good girl side ran and hid
And my bad girl side got very, very loud
After a night out with my friends
While I was walking home
A truck pulled up beside me
That was all decked out in chrome
He yelled out the window
"Hey baby what's your price?"
I just kept on walking
But he asked again, not once but twice
I stopped and turned to him
I was gonna give him shit
But my god he was gorgeous
Then realization hit
He thought I was a hooker
He thought I could be paid
Then he honked his horn at me and said
"Let's have some fun sweetheart, I just wanna get laid"
Weirdly, I wasn't even offended
Who knows, it might be fun
"I won't accept less then $300
And if you can't do that, I really have to run"
A grin spread across his face
He reached deep into his shorts
And removed a wad of cash
"I can do that, and better, let's just say I am a business man of sorts"
His stare not leaving my face
He quickly counted his cash
"How bout I double it
And you leave me your panties to put in my stash"
"I'm very serious" he assured me
As I took a minute to think
I approached the truck and got inside
He suggested we start with a drink
A couple hours later
I emerged with money in hand
From a fancy pants hotel
With shaky legs that struggled to walk or even stand
Once I was back at home
I couldn't help but think
About the chrome cutie
With the ever convincing wink
The things that we did
Some old stuff but lots brand new
He fucked like a rabbit
Only taking minor breaks in between to renew
I couldn't help but smile
When I thought about my mom
And how she'd die if she found out
That her good little girl was gone
What would she have to say
If I told her that behind the hotel door
I didn't even say Thank You when he handed me the money
I had earned by being a whore
