Teen Whore's Price for Pleasure

"How much?" the john asks, his eyes roaming over her young, lithe body. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure. "Two hundred," she replies, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. He hands her the bills, and she counts them, ensuring the amount is correct. Then, she leads him to her dimly lit room, the scent of cheap perfume and desperation hanging heavy in the air. She spreads her legs, and he enters, each stroke a negotiation, each moan a whispered price.

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