Steve goes on Condom hunt

What with the lounge party all but dead Steve started down the line knocking on doors, starting with the guys’ rooms. Those that answered, which were had run out or didn’t have any to spare. He was almost ready to give up when Albert, a tall handsome black, suggested he try Maggie, the condom queen, room 403.
“Hi, sugar,” Maggie said, showing him in the door. “What’s your preference: beer, wine or weed?” “Condoms,” he garbled. The translucent teddy Maggie wore left little to the imagination. She was a major knockout.
“Euu, straight to the point. I like that. It’s 100 for 30 or 400 for the night.”
“You’re a prostitute,” he stuttered.
“By no means. Prostitution is illegal. I’m an MBA student doing investment counseling. Waking over to her desk she picked up two folders. So which is it, the quick green or the long gold?
Steve licked his lips. “I was looking for condoms.”
Sighing Maggie began stuffing condoms into a sandwich bag.
“How much do I owe you,” Steve asked.
“They’re freebies. I get them from public health. ” A smile replaced Maggie’s frown. In fact I think it’s freebie night, care to join me?”