In the dimly lit pawn shop, the blonde surfer's eyes dart from the pawned items to the leering men. A proposition is made, and with a nod, he's on his knees, his golden locks bobbing as he services the first man. The shop is filled with the sounds of wet, sloppy sucking, the smell of sweat and sex. The surfer's mouth is filled, his throat constricting as he swallows each load. His ass, still untouched, clenches in anticipation, but today, it's just his mouth that earns him the crisp bills he so desperately needs.