"How much?" the man asks, his gaze lingering on the teen's innocent face. She swallows, her heart pounding, "Five hundred." He chuckles, "For a virgin? Make it eight." She hesitates, then nods, her resolve hardening. She unzips her hoodie, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her small, perky breasts. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, there's a thrill in it, a power in her ability to command such a price for her body. She unbuttons her jeans, pushing them down, and steps out of them. She's naked now, her pussy bare, ready for the stranger's touch. He hands her the money, and she counts it, her fingers brushing against the crisp notes, sealing her fate.