Desperate times call for desperate measures. These teen whores, broke and behind on rent, proposition their landlord. In his dimly lit office, they strip, their young bodies glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. The landlord, a grotesque figure, watches, drooling. They take turns sucking his cock, their mouths and throats adjusting to his size. He fucks them rough, one after another, on his desk, against the wall, his hands groping their tits, asses. They cry out, not in pain, but in the raw, primal pleasure of trading flesh for cash.