"How much?" the john asks, his voice a low growl. The teen, her heart pounding, swallows hard, "Five hundred," she replies, her voice steady despite her nerves. He hands her the cash, his eyes roaming over her body. She takes a deep breath, her mind racing. She's never done this before, but she needs the money. She starts to undress, her hands shaking slightly. She's not sure what to expect, but she knows she's about to sell a part of herself she can't get back.