By Day Pheobe was a sedate librarian, but at night she was a French Bombshell!

Pheobe was a librarian, who didn't get second looks,
The lady only talked, if asked about books.
She lived across town, in a little flat,
Her only constant male companion was Fredrick, the cat.
Across the border, was Seaside, a swinging little town,
Caged Fury, was the local Hotspot, when the sun went down.
Under the cover of night, Pheobe transformed into FiFi,
She was so hot, the men buzzed around like bees.
Tight leather mini skirt and spiked high heel shoes on her feet,
A snug see-through top showed nipples so sweet.
She had the grace of a panther, with an ample tail,
Her hot body and French accent, could capture any male,
She put the Dirty, in Dirty Dancin,shimmed, bumped and grinded,
Her luscious breasts gave motion sickness, made men whine.
She was loose and flirtatious, but if a man copped a feel,
Her slap was vicious, made his senses reel!
Her accented hiss warned, " I say Who, Where and When!"
If anyone objected a switchblade, scattered the men.
She'd grab her chosen one and whispered," It's your lucky night!"
" You will leave with FiFi, I make you feel all right!"
Her prey became her stallion, he was ridden mercilessly,
When he couldn't perform," she screamed," Get out, leave me!"
Before the break of dawn, Pheobe materialized,
She was again the drab librarian, a plague to guys.
No one could guess, she was FiFi the Red Hot Lover,
Just goes to show, you can't judge a book by it's cover.

Music: Self Control