And someone is watching them.

The sex game continues as the others have, but with more expensive than normal options.

The prostitute is animated as peak Salma Hayek, and voiced by her as well, with every delicious profanity she throws at Michael as he fucks her heard in her distinctive voice.

Michael gives it to her as hard as he can, as you go through another round of the mini game, with fewer options greyed out than before.

As Michael bends the Latina beauty over the hood of Amanda’s car and starts pounding her doggy style, you see the scene shift to a nearby hill, and you see Trevor leaned back in pleasure. A topless black woman is bobbing up and down, sucking his cock at a rapid pace.

You show her look up at Trevor and smile, and you see it is Leteshia, the beautiful black prostitute modeled and voiced after Halle Berry. The woman Trevor has been working with to secure the prostitution business in and around Los Santos.

She goes back to sucking his dick, and you see him pick up a pair of binoculars, and start looking around, “gotta keep an eye on the business…”

You now control Trevor, and you are tasked with observing a variety of prostitutes who work for Trevor and Leticia.

You scan several as they speak to customers, and get into cars with them, scan another as a police car drives by, and you see the prostitute back off of the street subtly, avoiding suspicion. “Good girl…” Trevor says, as Leticia continues to suck his dick.

You keep scanning, going from one to another as prompted, finally you are promoted to look over to the left, and you see Salma Hayek bent over the hood of a red Sentinal.

Trevor enjoys the view for several seconds before the car becomes familiar, “now hold on…I know someone who owns a piece of shit Sentinal…just like that…”

Then you see the man’s face, and Trevor is shown getting very angry, “gahhh! No! Fuck no! Fucking Christ no!”

Leticia head rises from his lap, and she looks up at him, “what’s up baby? Not digging what I’m doing down here?”

“It isn’t you baby,” Trevor replies, his voice trembling with rage. “It is the lizard of a man, the metrosexual asshole, the slimy piece of shit that is presently giving it to Salma down there! Fucking Michael…”

Leticia takes his binoculars and looks down at the action? “That guy? I know him…Santa something, why’s your problem with him?”

Trevor begins to fly into a rage, “you know him? You FUCKING know him?!?” He is barely able to hold it together, “that is an old acquaintance of mine, and a massive piece of trash! Tell me you didn’t fuck him! Please!”

Trevor is in a rage, starting to see the red mist, “if Michael fucked you Leticia I am going to pull his balls out through his fucking spleen!”

Leticia sits up to her seat, now you see her big tits out in the open, she is topless, and she is angry herself.

“Motherfucker, I work for a living, you don’t get to tell me how to do it! Or judge me for how I sold this fine ass to pay my bills!” She shouts back, and you see Trevor taken aback by it.

“I have sucked a lot of dick and fucked a lot of men to get where I am Trevor, and that man down there is one of them…” you show Trevor starting to get angry looking at Michael. “And you don’t have a fucking thing to say about it asshole!”

He turns and looks at Leticia, an angry look on his face, and she slaps him quite hard. His face is now a mixture of anger and confusion.

“I work for a living Trevor, you know that…I fuck men for money, I have for years.”

“Jesus, you run a fucking titty bar, your girls don’t get to pick their clients, they all pretend to love you, and they all fuck you don’t they?” She says harshly, “even before you owned the joint I bet they sucked your dick, didn’t they?”

Trevor doesn’t answer, she just shifts uncomfortably.

“They did their job asshole! You ever had Infernus? Had those pretty lips on your cock?” Leticia asks roughly, “she fucking hates white men, and she doesn’t say no, because it is the fucking job!”

“But why that guy?” Trevor asks, his tone changing to more pathetic, one of his common mood swings. “Why would anyone want to be with that fucking troll?”

Leticia smiles, “money baby, he has a lot of it, like a millionaire or some shit. He pays more than our normal run of the mill clients, and he tends to get more.” Trevor is still angry, and watching from a distance as Michael De Santa fucks Salma Hayek, but Leticia ignores his anger. “We don’t turn down whales like him, entitled rich white men who don’t hurt our girls. This is about money baby, we take the money.”

“I have fucked men for money I couldn’t stand,” Leticia says, pulling her shirt back on. “The mayor of Los Santos, the police chief, s State Senator, even a former US President who has a thing for black women, and I hate that fucker…”

Trever gasps, “hold on a second. A President Leticia? A fucking President? If you have high end customers like that, why do you ever walk the street?”

Leticia smiles at Trevor, “the same reason you keep a filthy trailer in Sandy Shores, when you have money…when you have a lot of money. Why stay there?”

Trevor growls, “it is real Leticia. The last real place. People say what they mean, and mean what they say. The police are honest about their corruption, you pay up they leave you alone. And the fucking hipsters haven’t fucking ruined it yet…”

“It is real to you, and staying real is important baby,” Leticia replies softly, in Halle Berry’s sexy voice. “I grew up on these streets, right here. Slinging weed, selling my body to keep the lights on, dodging the cops and blowing them when they pinched me. And the fucking gang wars, staying out of that shit. It is home, so I still spend some time on the streets, just a lot less now. It is why I have Salma on a corner over there, so she remembers who she is.”

“Who is she?” Trevor asks, still smitten by the beautiful young Latina. “I mean, I drove her back for you that one time, she seems nice.”

“Oh she is nice Trevor,” Leticia answers, licking her lips. “She has just about the second sweetest tasting pussy in Los Santos, but I need her to stay grounded. To do her shifts on the pole in your club, and do a night here and there on a street corner. Just to keep her grounded.”

“She is looking for a sugar daddy to get her into a better spot, kinda like Infernus did,” Leticia replies. “That whore Infernus started fucking a tech billionaire on the side. He ain’t gonna marry her, but he does keep a place for her in Vinewood Hills, you know the place right?”

Trevor stumbles over his words, “uh…Infernus lives in Vinewood? You don’t…I mean, I haven’t…”

Leticia smiles warmly, “let’s head back to the club Trevor, we have some work to do. I don’t mind that you had sex with her before we met, but I tell you what…I will make you a deal.”

Trevor starts to drive back to the Vanilla Unicorn, to a waypoint the game put in for you, “name it Leticia, anything for you babe.”

“I know you need to fuck your whores every now and again, but wear a condom with everyone but me, and don’t do anything else with Infernus,” Leticia says intently.

“Something go on between you two?” Trevor asks.

“Call it a lovers quarrel, she is a lipstick lesbian, a fake dyke,” she says harshly. “I don’t have time for that shit. She don’t get to play at being a lesbian and have my man.”

“Deal, I won’t take Infernus home anymore,” Trevor replies. “What is your side of this?”

“I won’t fuck Michael De Santa anymore, or that fat kid of his Jimmy anymore, no matter what they offer me,” she says confidently.

“Jimmy? You fucked Jimmy?” Trevor asks, shocked.

“Just once, and it didn’t…it didn’t quite happen, he likes women, but had some performance anxiety.” Leticia replies. “We just hang out naked, smoked weed and played video games till his mom got home.”

Leticia smiles, “you know that family don’t you? Like old friends or some shit?”

“Yeah, some shit is right,” Trevor says as he drives. “Amanda was a stripper and a whore, and Michael built a prostitution racket off of her on her back, been in semi retirement for years. Michael is a fucking troll, and their kids are useless. I have known them a long fucking time. Too long.”

“You know Amanda is on Hushsmush right? Tracey isn’t, but she is doing some work on her back trying to get famous,” Leticia replies. “If you ever wanted a shot with one of them, I could hook it up.”

Trevor howls in anger, “Amanda is a whore, always has been, just a fatter whore with bigger tits now, I fucked her years ago, and it wasn’t good sex,” he says harshly. “Tracey, you know I might be interested in that, as a big ‘fuck you’ to Michael.”

“But yeah, you don’t fuck Michael, and I won’t fuck Infernus,” he says gruffly as he approaches the strip club. “Deal…”

The scene shifts back to Michael as he finishes with Salma, and she is very complimentary of his performance.

“Papi…that was a really good fuck baby,” she says, her skin flushed as she pulls her dress back on. “I would normally ask for another round, but I need a break…at least for a while.”

She gives him a card with her number on it, and her Hushsmush ID, “give me a call, or a grope on Hushsmush, we can get together somewhere more private. I am also working part time at the Vanilla Unicorn now…if you know the place.”

“I know it well honey,” Michael replies. “Let’s say I know management pretty well, and some of your coworkers for that matter. I will be seeing you. I will be seeing you soon.”

At the conclusion of this mission, Michael has a new icon over his home for a mission, and begins the mission ‘Did someone say yoga?’