The crisp bills crinkle in Destiny's hand, a stark contrast to the soft moans that escape her lips as John's experienced hands roam her body. She's a whore now, she thinks, as she guides his throbbing cock into her warm, wet cunt. The smell of sex and money mingles in the air, a potent aphrodisiac. John fucks her hard, just as she asked, just as she needs to forget the price she's paying. When it's over, Destiny counts the money again, her fingers stained with the evidence of her transaction. She's a whore, but she's a whore with a future.