No

"No thanks. You're not my type." Adam turns away in disgust with the blatantly overused and worthless bimbo. Still part of him wondered how life would be if he didn't have any worries either. Even a worthless bimbo gets a good couple of men a day looking for any boost they can get.

Pondering this Adam walks to the bar and orders himself a drink. Even the bartender is a grotesque bimbo who takes forever because every five minutes someone throws down a $5 and bends her over the bar. Finally his drink arrives and the bimbo bartender pauses with her hand on Adams.

"You wanna, like, have a go? Only five bucks."

"No thanks, not my type."

"Oh?" The bimbo looks Adam over for a moment and begins to smile through her blown up lips. Maybe this one still has a few IQ points to spare. That's why she's worth a whole $5. She leans in closer and whispers in Adam's ear.

"We have all types baby. What's yours? Give it up? Get some more? Or take your chances?"

She nods to the arena where the white man had foolishly agreed to another round in hopes of getting something back. Within a minute his cock was gone and his, well her, new pussy was being viciously plowed by the other combatant. A full set of C cup tits was bouncing away on her chest and everyone knew it was a matter of time before she was the free ride on the floor.