Busted: A Tale of Zhor in Rhyme: Part 8

BY CHRISTOPHER LEESON
Jan. 14, 2016
Updated Apr. 23, 2016

Lu Gaff felt humiliated,
Her lustiness couldn't be sated.
She couldn't switch off
What turned on when she'd boffed.
These craving the officer hated.

Her wanton side Lulu defied;
Her gross, gnawing needs were denied.

She cursed and she raved,
She asked God to be saved,
And desperately clutched at false pride.

She drank much and often got boozy;
Men nearby gauged her a floozy.
Their coarse offers lewd
Both flattered and soothed,
Till she dragged herself home feeling woozy. 

 

Day by day Lu had to fight,
Not to wear clothes short and tight,
Not to don fishnet hose,
Or to powder her nose,
Or hook up with the first stud in sight.

John duty became very galling;
Suppressing vice now seemed appalling.
When men asked to screw,
She so much wanted to.
Lu envied street girls in their calling.

But Gaff's woes now took a strange turn;
The captain came up, looking stern.
"A sting needs your talent
"To take down Moe Vallant;
"Check in with our Detective Kern."

Kern said, "Val's a dealer in dope,
"Infiltration is our only hope.
"Under cover you'll go
Pandering for a ho.
"Your name will be Mary Jane Scrope."

An ex-hooker was working with Kern.
Lu would play madame, she learned.
They'd charm the low slug
And conceal a strong bug
To get the goods on his concern.

Lulu trained intensely for days,
Learning a procurer's ways.
'Twas not what she wanted
And felt rather daunted,
But had to play down her malaise.


To be continued....