Money talks, teens walk: A seedy transaction
"How much?" a john asks, eyeing the line of young teens waiting in the dimly lit alley. "Depends on what you want," the ringleader replies, a smirk playing on her lips. Inside, the teens are a blur of limbs and moans, servicing clients with varying degrees of enthusiasm. A tall, willowy redhead is bent over a rusty sink, her ass slapped raw as she's fucked from behind. In the corner, a scrawny boy sucks off a middle-aged woman, her cunt dripping onto his face as she grinds against his mouth. The room is a symphony of wet, smacking sounds, punctuated by the occasional cry of pleasure or pain. As the night wears on, the teens grow more tired, their bodies marked with the evidence of their transactions, but the money keeps coming, and so do the clients.