"Shouldn't you be asking for your money first?" he asks with a smirk.
Crap, you think, you haven't been in the door ten seconds and you've already blown it!
"Of course! But the rate depends on what I'm doing," you wink, feeling exulted at your quick improv. Hot damn, saved the day!
'Well..." he looks you up and down. "How about a blowjob to start with?"
Smiling in your best sultry fashion, something you aren't exceptionally good at, you saunter over to him. "Alright," you purr, trailing a long red fake nail down his shirt front. "For starters that'll be..."
You pause, thinking frantically. What would a hooker charge? And what would a hooker who looks like you in a dump like this charge? "Twenty bucks," you say, and to all appearances you know you sounded like you've said that a thousand times before.
A smirk threatens to appear on your face and instead appears on his as he reaches for his back pocket.
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