"How much?" "Fifty," a young, lithe teen responds, her eyes darting nervously. "Deal," the john says, pulling out a wad of cash. The scene unfolds in grimy motels and seedy alleyways, these teens' bodies a currency in the sordid transaction of sex. They fuck for money, their young, untouched bodies now marked by the exchange, their moans a soundtrack to the crinkling of bills and the slap of flesh on flesh.