I'm Not Selling It, It Goes With The Ring

I was working at Starbucks when a homeless dude puked all over the floor. My boss told me to clean it up, I said fuck you and walked off the job. Outside a man said he would have done the same. Let the city clean up homeless puke.

We talked, I needed a job, he said they were looking for a girl on the front desk. I got the job, the 3-11 shift. He was the assistant front desk manager at the hotel. He asked me to hive him a g*ft of my panties. He had a whole collection. To each his own, I took off my panties and gave them to him.

Guests screamed, complained, spit on the floor. They called for me to come to their room. Guests left me envelopes with money or a credit card. I got flowers, chocolates, g*fts. Men from out of town looking to get sex. I never took the money or the g*fts. I am not for sale.

When I give it away I'll be wearing a ring on my wedding day.