"What's your rate?" the john asks, eyes flicking between the two teens. "Depends on what you want," one replies, tracing a finger along her thigh, hiking up her skirt. "All of it," he growls, licking his lips. They haggle, the girls' hands roaming each other's bodies, teasing, as the price climbs. Finally, they agree, and the teens climb in, the sound of zippers and rustling clothes filling the car. The smell of sex and sweat soon follows, as they work to earn every cent.