"How much?" the teens ask, eyes scanning the crowd. "Fifty?" "A hundred?" They bargain, their voices laced with desperation and desire. Clad in revealing outfits, their bodies barely contained, they strut, their hips swaying, drawing in the johns. Once a price is agreed upon, they lead them to seedy motel rooms, where they strip, revealing their firm, young bodies. They fuck like there's no tomorrow, their moans and screams of pleasure echoing as they chase their orgasms, their bodies tensing and shuddering, all for a wad of cash.