Break time

You dress and head out of the booth. It was so dark in there it takes your eyes a long time to adjust to even the dim lighting of the porn store. Larry spots you walking out of the booth area and intercepts you.

"Hey, babe," he says as he guides you back to his office.

He closes the door and kicks his feet up on his desk. You stand, looking at him with a bit of irritation.

"25," he smacks a stack of cash on his desk. "That's 500 bucks."

You're sort of shocked by the number of satisfied customers and the amount of money. You fold up the bills and shove them in your pocket.

"Now, mornings are pretty good," Larry explains, "but evenings and nights are three times as good. Afternoons, forget it. Too much broad daylight. But once the sun goes down the number of guys wantin' a BJ in a porno store skyrockets."

"Okay...," you say, not really sure what he's getting at.

"You'll make a shitload, my dear," Larry lights up a cigarette. "So take a break. Go home, catch a shower, take a nap, have a sandwich, but be back by six. If you can hang in here until about two in the morning you'll make enough to buy a car."

"I'll think about it," you say. "But you're upping the price. It's 50 bucks and I get 30."

"Hey-," he begins to object, but you cut him off.

"I'm doing all the work in there. You're get the exact same amount of money, so what do you care?"

You don't stick around to argue with him. You walk home, contemplating the strange and very dirty morning you had. You're exhausted and sticky with dried sweat from your encounter with the cop. What you need is a nice long shower and a nap.

While you're cleaning off in the shower you weigh your options for the evening.