"How much?" the john asks, his eyes roving over her young, barely legal body. She names her price, her voice steady despite the nervousness churning in her stomach. He smirks, pulling out his wallet and counting out the bills. She takes the money, her fingers brushing against his, a jolt of revulsion coursing through her. He's old, ugly, and she can't believe she's doing this. But she needs the money, and she's running out of options. She strips, her body shaking as he watches, his eyes hungry. She's a whore now, and she's about to give her first customer the ride of his life.