Pick up a hooker

Taking Amanda's car in a fit of pettiness, you peel out of Rockford Hills, and into a more disreputable area. One where in the approaching dusk, Los Santos' ladies of the night are already coming out, beginning to ply their trade.

You cruise the pavement briefly, weighing your options. There's a Chinese girl, a redhead with alluring dick sucking lips, but when you see her, your mind is pretty much made up.

Salma has taken back to the streets, as one of Trevor's newly-minted ho's. The curvaceous young Latina is wearing nothing but a pair of sandals, and a thin, skimpy white dress that looks as though she could stop traffic in it.

"Hola, chica." Michael says, as you bring Amanda's convertible to a stop besides her. "What's say you and me go for a little ride?"

Salma looks Michael up and down, mostly focusing on the rather feminine set of wheels he's using. Her beautiful features curve into a confused smile.

"Sorry to disappoint you, gringo." Salma says, her Mexican accent thick. "But you know I'm a woman, right?"

Putting her hands on her hips, Salma just briefly flips the bottom of her dress up, flashing her shaved Latina pussy at Michael.

"Yeah, no shit." Michael laughs bemusedly, appreciative of his view of Salma's goods as he is. "Why would you think I'm? Oh, the car! Done worry about that gorgeous, its just my... well, don't worry about it."

"Whatever daddy, I don't care if you're gay." The Mexicana smiles, biting her lip seductively. "If you got the dinero, I might even be able to do something about it!!" the Latina boasts, cupping and shaking her gorgeous tits.

"Get in chica." Michael says, after you accept Salma's frankly irresistible propositions. The Latina babe bounces inside, and you guide the convertible off towards a more secluded area. "You better believe I got the greenbacks."

"Then this wetback is gonna do some crazy things to you for the greenbacks." Salma tells Michael, suggestively touching herself. "Gonna make your fuckin' day, gringo."

"I, uh... don't doubt it." Michael responds, barely able to hide his grin.

"So, how we partying, daddy?" the Mexicana asks, as you're presented with a list of options, and the associated price. Given the undeniable quality of Salma's merchandise, plus (unbeknownst to Michael) Trevor's cut, the brown-skinned woman's attentions were far from cheap.

You were just lucky Michael had knocked over a jewelry store in not too distant past. After Vangelico, even call girls were chump change.

"How about you blow me, honey?" Michael decides, as you select that option, for $250. Salma is only too happy to oblige. "But for that price, it better be the best head I ever had."

"You got nothing to worry about, daddy." Salma says with a sultry smirk, going into Michael's suit pants and fishing out his already hard cock.

"Madre de dios!" Salma gasps. "You're a little more hung than most of my usual clients, mister!"

"I'm not surprised." Michael scoffs. "Now, ain't you got some work to do?"

Salma obediently bows her head and begins sucking.

"Fuck!!" Michael quickly reacts. You watch from a first person viewpoint as Salma, dressed in her slutty white dress, stares up at you, taking his cock deep, letting it bulge in her mouth.

"Man, I could just tell how much you needed this." Salma says playfully, after pulling back from sucking his cock. "What's the matter gringo, your girlfriend not doing this for you no more?"

"I don't have-" Michael began, before correcting himself. He may not have taken her out on a date as of yet, but surely Officer Vasquez had to count, right? Once you'd fucked a woman in the midst of your mutual slaughter, "girlfriend" seemed almost quaint as a label.

"You're right, I've been a little stressed." Michael admits. Albeit, that surely had to do more with his less than lovely wife.

"I can take care of that." Salma says, giving the bank robber a beatific smile, before going back to her oral work.

"Such a big fucking cock!" Salma moans, lovingly kissing and licking Michael's manhood. "You're hung, papi! And not just for a gringo."

"I bet you say that to every white dude who hires you." Michael says cynically, panting a little. Salma was giving him every ounce of her considerable skills.

"I do." the latina candidly admits. "You're just one of the only ones I don't have to lie to."

Salma continues to suck Michael for a few minutes, the criminal sitting back and relaxing in the cool Los Santos air, occassionally stroking the latina's luxurious silky hair, before he gets close.

"You wanna nut in my mouth, papi?" Salma asks playfully. "For what you're payin' me, you sure as shit earned it."

"Heh, be rude not to." Michael says, before Salma once again engulfs his prick in her warm, talented mouth.

She performs every trick her nimble, talented tongue can think of, and before long, Michael is thrusting up into her mouth, hips bucking as he unloads in her.

"Mmmm, so tasty!" The Mexicana purrs, making a show of swallowing down every drop of his baby batter. "I can't believe I'm getting paid for this!"

"Here." Michael says, handing her some folded notes. Unbenknownst to him, about half of what he paid would be going into the pocket of his on-again, off-again heist partner. And his foxy black girlfriend.

"Y'Know, I take back what I said before." Salma giggles. "No way in hell you're gay."

"Sorry to disappoint." Michael quips.

"Oh I am not disappointed Papi,” Salma says in her adorable accent. “Not yet at least, I will be if you don’t get that cock hard for me again though.”

Michael stretches, “baby…today is your lucky day, I have been working out, I did some yoga earlier today, and I popped two little blue fuck pills on the way over here.” He smiles, “baby I will have wood for you till you run out of energy or I run out of cash, and baby…I’m not gonna run out of cash for a long fucking time….”

You show Salma Hayek smile wide, “that is music to my ears baby…”

Now you have the sex mini game run again, on the hood, over the convertible top, over the trunk, really all around the car. But this time it is focused on the beautiful and young Salma Hayek.