Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 3

By Christopher Leeson 

Lu's mind, sitting there, started weaving;
Something seemed wrong, no deceiving.
She touched her own bust,
Feeling such poignant lust,
And decided 'twas time to be leaving.

At the exit she met a young stripper,
One with the stage name of 'Skipper."
At the dancing bar door,
In the tight dress she wore,
The lass needed help with a zipper.

After talking the two drank a lot;
Lu paid 'cause she found Skipper hot.
The cop-girl's eyes gleamed,
Was Skip straight, as she seemed?
Lu dearly hoped she was not.

 

Skip read all Lu's signals posthaste
And knew this new friend had gay taste.
Skip thought them nitwitty,
Svelt gals who were twitty,
And let the world's men go to waste.

Lu then took Skip to her pad
And played out the role of a cad.
Skip, slightly bi,
Let Lu take her try
And the sex, all in all, wasn't bad.
 

While dating Skip grew more concerned
That something wrong in Lulu burned.
She recalled her aunt say

Addled girls need a lay
To make their sad lives shiny bright.

Skip found on the net gay-girl cures,
To turn Lulu on to the sirs.
While Googling "seductions"
She got good instructions
And bought discs that made dykes demur.

Her program made Skip very sly;
If she failed now she simply would die. 
Once Lulu liked guys
She'd see life with new eyes
And feel like a bird born to fly.

Lu called on Skipper every night;
Those discs were played hidden from sight.
They planted strange seeds,
Giving Lu girlish needs,
And making her mood pert and bright.

 To be Continued...