This isn’t the way you expected your day to go. U were just going out for a ride. Sure you were. And u saw this honey standing on the sidewalk. White hotty. Looked love that babe could be a high-school first-year student, except for one thing: She was clothed adore a hooker. And had big bumpers. That’s what got your attention. That and the look on her face that said, “You can have me for a price.” So you head off to the ATM. Take out some cash. Driving back and hope she’s still here. She is. U negotiate, and she hops in. Her name is Whitney, and you tell her, “I don’t have time to go to a motel,” to which this babe responds, “That’s okay. We can sneak into the men’s room in this building.” You have by no means done that kind of thing in advance of, but you’re not about to ask questions, not when your weenie is begging for relief. Which Whitney, your street hooker, is glad to give.