"How much?" the john asks, his eyes roaming over her toned body. She smiles, a wicked glint in her eye. "Five hundred. Cash upfront." He agrees, and she sets to work, her hands kneading her breasts, her hips grinding against the air. She's a pro, her body a well-oiled machine, designed for pleasure. She talks dirty, her voice a symphony of filth, her words painting a vivid picture of what she's going to do to him. And as he watches, his cock hardens, ready to meet her price.