Hell, yeah!

You’ve spent all your small bills on the dancers so you put your last 50 into her g-string. She smiles and kisses your forehead.

“Thank you Alexander”, walking back stage in her 10 centimetre heels.

Not much use staying any more, you came, you spent all your dough, you came.

You get up from the eat and step out into the warm evening.

Your way home takes you though some dark back alley. Well, you could take the longer way along the busy main street , but you're a man, you don't fear dark alleys.

About half way out of the red-light district, you see a hot woman in a short, red, form hugging dress leaning against a wall. Weird place for a hooker. Maybe she isn’t one? You decide to go for a free ride.

“Hey, honey. Care for some fun?”

She smiles invitingly.

“That’ll be 20 for a blow job and 50 for quickie, hon!”

You sigh. Of course she’s a professional. And you just spent your last money on Candy, so...