"How much for a ride?" the john asks, eyes lusting over the teen's lithe body. She names her price, and he agrees, whipping out his wallet. She counts the bills, then counts the strokes as he thrusts into her tight, untouched pussy. She's a whore now, her innocence sold for a few moments of pleasure, her body used, her cries of ecstasy recorded for all eternity on the incriminating sex-tape.