You check back with Tiffany

You wake up on Sunday, spooning a naked Alicia. You look at the clock and realize you've slept well past noon. You don't remember anything after drifting off to sleep on her boob. Alicia wakes up when you let go of her body and start getting dressed. You are glad to learn your Mom and sisters have left somewhere, and you have the house to yourself.

You find some leftovers in the fridge and offer a meal to Alicia. You spend a cozy afternoon with her, playing videos games and chatting idly. You are pleased to realize she shares a fondness for a lot of your favorite video game titles.

As the evening draws nearer, you think about how broke you are, and you would like to offer something nice to Alicia when she's around. The last bits of your cash were spent on your café date on the previous day. You decide to go collect you cut from Tiffany to get some spare cash. You don't feel comfortable telling Alicia about the deal, so you tell her you are going to get some fresh air on your own. Alicia is currently immersed in a video game so she happily agrees.

You go outside and dial Tiffany's number. After she realizes who you are, she says "Yeah, come on over, you're not gonna believe this" sounding very cheery.

You arrive at Tiffany's place and ring the doorbell. You almost don't recognize her when she answers the door. She has dyed her hair brown, she doesn't have any makeup on and she's wearing her house clothes.

You follow Tiffany to her kitchen. "Here's your cut for this weekend", she says and hands you a thick stack of fifty dollar bills. You count the money and realize in must be at least $20,000 in crisp, clean bills.

"What the hell, Tiffany?", you blurt out.
"Ugh, just call me Marie", she says and starts to explain.
"I made all this money in a weekend. And most of it with handjobs. Not even good ones at that."
"What, how?", you stutter, not realizing what she is talking about.
"I started by jacking up the prizes of my regulars to see how much I could charge. I then realized it's enough that men believe they'll be getting 10/10 handjobs, and I can actually haggle the price to as high as they can afford. I went outside and basically any man in side would start hitting on me, some with some persuasion. I ended up standing next to an ATM and jerk off cocks for $1000 a pop."
"$1000?", you ask her, baffled.
"Yeah, that's the maximum withdraw limit on the machine. I would take them behind the corner, not even have to undress either of us. I'd just put my hand down their pants and BANG, thousand bucks", she says.
"That's amazing", you say, still not realizing it worked so much better than you expected.
"Yeah. I stopped when the ATM stopped giving out money. The machine ran dry before the guys did."
You look at the money in your hands, trying to come to terms with the situation.
"I don't need to do that bimbo stereotype anymore. I don't need those stupid Internet ads anymore. I'm getting rid of these because I can definitely afford surgery", she says, pointing at her fake breasts.

"So thanks a lot Inspector, are you sure you still don't what that free blowjob?"