susan sat at the poker table, thinking she had been invited to play like she used to do when she was a man, however she was soon to found out that her place was to be under the table, keeping the boys happy.

susan grabbed a quick cigarette between "clients".  she had to make £100 before she could go home.  the problem was, most of the men she was getting were only paying her £1.

fuck you, i am only going out like this because i lost a bet, not because i enjoy it.