"How much?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. The camera zooms in, capturing the hunger in her eyes, the desperation in her gaze. She's just a kid, but she knows the score. She's seen the videos, knows the drill. The cash changes hands, and so does she. Her clothes hit the floor, and she's on her knees, her mouth full of cock, her eyes on the money. She fucks like it's her job, because for her, it is. Every thrust, every moan, every drop of sweat is a transaction. It's not love, it's commerce. It's not romance, it's voyeurism. And it's all caught on tape.