"Got the rent?" she asks, her voice laced with desperation. As her eyes scan the room, they land on the crumpled bills on the table. A plan forms, her body tensing, ready for the debasement. She's a teen whore tonight, fucking for money, her pussy stretched wide by strangers' cocks. She's a cash-whore, her price increasing with each orgasm, her body used, abused, but always in control. As she collapses, spent, onto the sticky sheets, she counts the cash, her rent secured, her pride left at the door.