"How much for the night?" the john asks, eyeing the young, fresh-faced whore. "Five hundred," she replies, her voice steady despite her nerves. The deal struck, she leads him to her cheap apartment, the scent of desperation and lust hanging heavy in the air. He hands her the cash, and she begins to strip, her young body trembling with anticipation and fear. He watches, his cock hardening, as she spreads her legs, her tight little pussy glistening, ready for his thick, payment-worthy dick.