Give it up

"How much can a guy make before he ends up like you?"

The bimbo smiles and calls for another girl to take her place behind the bar. She removes the sign and puts on a shirt stating she's off the clock. Walking up to Adam the bimbo sizes him up, licking her lips, and slowly shoves her hand down the front of his pants. Adam could feel her hand and its gratuitously long nails stroke his cock in an effort to gauge the size.

"Hmm, limp. Like, I could see someone paying $300 an inch. Maybe."

"Seriously?! I'd make that much?"

The bimbo giggles and shakes her head at him. Adams wide eyes narrow a bit as he contemplates what she's saying.

"Honey, by the time they turn you the money will be pointless. You'll beg to be a whore on the floor. I can't wait until I can trade the fivers for freebies. So what's it gonna be?"