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A Cure for City Bankers


She works as an adviser at a bank.
Out in the public space: there she will greet
Her customers, who really want to thank
Her for short skirts that ride up like a treat;
Today she's wearing beige above the knees,
With matching jacket and a blouse so white,
(Her manager wears short skirts too) to please
The customers, whom she seeks to delight;

And both of them have great legs that restore
The faith of those, who now trust bankers less.
Do fantasies across the banking floor
Raise confidence, as well as interest?
Her dark tan hose selection is so sheer,
It cuts across the gaze of married men,
As she walks slowly over to be near
To them, smiling, and then flirting again;

There's one guy in his forties, who can't know
Which way to look, when, several times a week,
She makes him stutter, as she smiles just so
To see his gaze is wandering. She'd peak
Into his portfolio to find it working
On overdrive, as he dares to invite
Her out to take a coffee - it's not shirking
To conjure up such good business off-site;

She's sure he has imagined being daring
And ordering her cocktails at a bar,
With hands upon her great legs; If he's staring
Discretely down her cleavage, should her bra
Be incommoding and therefore obstruct
A married man, who knows some twenty seven
Ways to tease advisers and corrupt
These wicked girls, by taking them to Heaven?

Heaven, of course, happens to be a club
Where gentlemen like girls to bare it all;
And to relax, while lady bankers rub
At tables that aren't actuarial;
While the show progresses, the connection
Becomes more intimate with each caress;
Fingers find a married man's erection:
It's something an adviser can address;

When she's kneeling, eager in the darkness
And, on the stage, the dancing girls perform;
She shows her profits option can digress;
And opens up her blouse to keep him warm;
Until he disinvests in a profusion
Of shooting sperm-filled jets across her breasts,
While waiters make excuses for intrusion
And she finds his deposit's high interest;

But, as she wipes her face, she is grinning:
The consummate professional is all
He dreams about when banking - she's winning
Her bonus, since the man has had a ball;
And, if, coyly, she still toys with excitement,
He'll press her down to fuck her once or twice:
A cure for her flirtations: the enticement
Of girls at city banks who give advice.

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