Yes

"Uh... just a minute!" you call out towards the door.

"Shit," you say to yourself as you scurry through your apartment trying to find something to put on. You run into your bathroom and put on an old robe, and head back to answer the door.

"Hello!" you say as you open the door, "can I help you?"

The old man looks up and down your body before replying, "You know, you ought to be more careful when you leave your apartment... you never know who is watching. A fine young lady like you could've got into trouble...what were you looking outside for anyways?"

"Ha, uh, yeah I know, I was just trying to be quick," you say. "I was just getting the paper to see if there were any job openings."

"Oh, were you now, well if you're ever in the need of some money, I might be able to help you out. You help me out, and I can help you out," the old man says with a grin.

"Help you out how?", you ask, but already knowing what he wants.

"Well, it's been some time, and I could use a little company. I've always had a thing for redheads. If you can make me happy a couple times a week, I'll pay your rent plus more, if you help relieve me."

You were horny before, but now your head and cunt are swimming. You've always been ok with the idea of prostitution, but you never thought you'd be on the other side of it.