Whore red

“Which one shall I wear?”

He looks along the row of little bottles before finally picking one out and handing it to me

“The Whore Red”

“I don’t think it is called that” I laugh taking it from him and upending the bottle “See look, it’s called Pick your Poison”

“Pick your Poison? That is not a bad name for it I suppose but I still think it should be called Whore Red like the lipstick that matches it.” he replied

“That’s not called whore red either ” I say as I rummage in my make up bag looking for it. “Here it is. It’s called Galactic Red. I don’t think calling it whore red would be a good marketing strategy. Not every girl wants to be called that you know”

“True.” He agree “But you do.”

I blush in response

“Oh come now, we both know it’s true my darling little whore and tonight when we go out I want you to fit that description. Painted nails and red lips to match and wear those red and black fuck me now heels as well. I want every one to see exactly what you are. After all there is not much point in having you very own whore and not showing her off, is there?”