Suzi's heels click on the asphalt as she struts towards the stranger's car. 'Got any spare change?' she asks, a wicked glint in her eye. The man, intrigued by her audacity, offers her a deal. 'I've got something better,' he says, eyeing her curves. Suzi smiles, 'I'm listening.' The negotiations are quick, her services in exchange for the shoes she desires. She slips into his car, ready to earn her new heels, the cheap slut ready to be the roadside whore.