"How much?" The young man asks, eyes fixed on her pert breasts, barely contained in her low-cut top. "Two hundred," she replies, matter-of-fact. "For what?" he asks, feigning innocence. "For my pussy," she says, blunt and confident. "It's tight, it's ready, and it's worth every penny." She's not wrong. She's a teenager, her body still firm and unspoiled, her pussy still tight and untouched by many. She's been on the streets for a while now, selling herself, her body, her services. She's good at it, too. She knows what she's doing, what the clients want. She's not just a pretty face; she's a businesswoman, a hustler. And she's damn good at it.