Polite Profit

Please.

It rolled off my lips easily

Aware that I would ask

And be polite

If I wanted anything

And I did

Please

He would want me to say it again

And add the word “Sir”

And keep my eyes down

And my hands folded

And my back straight

Please

It would be an anthem

A sign that I would comply

That I would give myself to his wishes

If just in that moment

And just this once

Please

He would want me to please him

Ask him what he wanted

And provide it

Without any hesitation

A thin barrier of sheer black lace between us

Please

And thank you

As I took the money from the table outside the room

After I had waited for permission

Knowing I had solved both our problems

His for fake control, mine for cash

Please

I would disappear

Disposable phones already discarded

Oh please, I knew he didn’t care

Any more than I did

It had been a transaction.