More than enough

"Sure," you say coolly, looking at the notes bulging out of your wallet.

You go through the notes, counting out as much as you need before offering them to the **** dealer, who nods as he takes it. He quickly flicks through the notes, counting them, before nodding again.

"Yeah, you got it all. You still have a shit ton more money in there, huh?"

"Yeah," you say suspiciously. "Why?"

"Jessica's in the other room. She's always looking for work," the **** dealer suggests.

"Who?" you ask.

"She's a... what's the polite word? Whore. This is her house, I'm just here for the poker game and came down to conduct this business," the man says. "She does good package deals, if all you lads want to give her a go. Treat you and your friends. Or get the fuck out, whatever."

With that, the man walks away and you're left there with the lads, who stare at you, unsure as they wonder if you're going to treat the group to a gangbang. Best decide whether to fuck off or head in to her.