Yes, you decide to exploit hookers

"Who could benefit from my ability enough that they would pay me to review them?", you ask yourself. The first obvious answer that pops into your mind is hookers, prostitutes, escorts, whatever you want to call them. They would certainly benefit from top grades enough to exchange money for it. It would be a win-win deal. Or taken the other way, you could **** them with bad grades that would ruin their business, but you're not too fond of that idea.

The only downside to this idea is that you have no clue where to find prostitutes. But you know someone who is probably an expert in finding them. Your own father. You haven't really been in contact with your Dad since your mother kicked him out when you were younger. You were old enough to hear their loud arguments and very well know what it was about. Your father spent a lion's share of your family on hookers, until your Mom had enough and divorced him.

"Hello Dad", you say to the cell phone when the call connects.
"John! So you're the Female Body Inspector now! You make your old man proud."
"Uh, OK, so you heard about that too?"
"Yeah, well, I don't remember anyone telling me that, but somehow I know that for a fact. How are the inspections going?"
"Fine, Dad, err... I'm going to need your help with something... You know where to get escorts, right?"
"Hookers? Sure, but what for? You realize you have a free pass to fuck anyone and..."
"Well, reasons. Just tell me how to find one."
"Well, sure. There's this site called Sex Dates. It's supposed to be a generic dating site, but practically everyone in the 'female seeks male' category is a hooker looking for clients. Trust me, I've tried 'em."
"Thanks, Dad. I'll go check that site out."
"No problem. Glad to be of help to the FBI..."

You return back home and are greeted by your Mom.
"Hey honey, did you have a productive morning?", she asks you with a genuine smile.
"Sure, um... Let's talk about it later, I'm kind of busy with something right now..."
"That's my boy, such a prudent Inspector. Working hard even though it's Saturday..."

You go to your room and open your laptop and browse to the site your Dad told you about. You enter your zip code and a page full of ads pop up. You are surprised to see how many there are, and if your Dad is to be believed, they're all prostitutes. You pick the first one you like and dial the number given in the ad. A female voice, sounding like she just woke up, answers the phone. You tell her you are calling about her ad in the Sex Dates webpage. She responds by reciting her rates. You ask if you could come meet her right away.

"Sure, I can take you in. People don't usually come this early... Just give me half an hour to shower and put on some makeup, okay?"

The given address is only a couple of blocks away. After half an hour you stand behind the door and ring the doorbell. The door is opened and you see...