Scarlet's Web Part III

Scarlet's Web Part III

Misty vapors trailed in slivers from the dash
Scarlet was straddled in a new customer's lap
she rocked with her back against the steering wheel
weaving a car in park while kicking off her high heels.

His hands held her waist with a tightly held grasp
colliding flesh pressed as hips ground and mashed
stick shift cocked as bucket seats recline
Scarlet was riding for more than nickles and dimes.

Heated kisses with gasping breath exchanged
driving her body upon him caught up in the game.
His handsome grin fueled her erratic rhythm
she felt fluids explode from the ride she was giving.

The car door jerked open and a hand reached in
grabbed Scarlet by the hair and pulled her, dragging
"Fucking bitch, where's my money?" A man refrain
as he drug her half naked from the car into the rain.

"I want my money!" the man yelled again, only louder
as the car drove off, chivalry left in screeching tires.
"My purse," Scarlet screamed as the car disappeared
sitting on the wet concrete before this man she feared.

"Damn it Mac, My purse with all my money was in that car."
Scarlet said angry, she stood and fixed her clothes for war.
"I want my money, bitch," He said while feeling her pockets.
Scarlets heart sank as she pulled from her neck a locket.