Ask how much. Get a surprise.

You stop, looking at the pretty brown girl who stands half naked before you.

"How much do you want, Elena? I thought it was the gringas that were putas."

"We're all putas Senor. One way or another. Even you. Everbody is a whore. You want Elena, you have to pay."

"How much?" you ask hoarsely, eyeing her body, suddenly willing to pay anything to sample her.

"No money Senor. My Madre, she's sick. And she's illegal. If she goes to hospital here, maybe she gets sent back. And that will kill her Senor," she looks at you with dark serious eyes, shrugging out of her smock and standing before you in her bra and panties. "You can have me Senor, you can have Elena if you get my Madre to Canada. There she can go to hospital, and maybe she don't get sent back. Maybe all of us can go to Canada. All my family." She looks at you with smoking eyes.

"I'll fuck you Senor, fuck you harder than those gringa putas. Just promise me you get my mother to Canada. I'll fuck you now, let you know how good it can be. Then fuck you as much as you want after you get her there. You ain't had no pussy as good as Elena's Senor. None of these gringas can match it."

You stare at her, hardly believing what you're hearing, watching as she slips out of her bra to display her sweet brown breasts.