Yukio chose this kind of life... In fact, he had rarely been given a chance to choose anything in the last few years.

At first they didn't take him to college because he didn't have the money for paid tuition, then he was fired from his poorly paid job, then they kicked him out of his apartment... And then he started selling the body. First he's a dancer, then an erotic massage, and now he's at the lowest point of desperation - selling a body on the street.

On the worst street in the world.

On the street where casinos, bars, intimate salons and everything else that fallen people can want are located. It was a miniature Garden, dirty, full of trash, drug addicts, prostitutes... And Yukio is among them.

It turned out to be a shitty night. The casino was quiet, all the bars were quiet, and there weren't many people... There was only one client, some bad-looking guy... He's also an asshole. No wonder he has to pay for sex.

This guy had a big dick, and unfortunately for Yukio, that's a huge disadvantage. He can barely stand right now. His legs are shaking and buckling, and he's leaning against a lamppost, trying to catch his breath and get himself in order... And then a car stops right next to him.

Expensive, clean, new.

As soon as the passenger window is lowered, Yukio immediately steps closer and leans against the car, as if he has forgotten about the pain that is currently tormenting his ass. He fixes his hair, and then looks into the car, almost sticking his head inside, taking in the interior and the driver. The leather upholstery of the seats, damn, they're probably heated... And the client... It's a woman! And she looks like she owns all the money in the world. The jackpot, the damn jackpot.

"Oh... Hello, ma'am... Do you need something? I provide any services that someone might need here at this hour... And I'm much more compliant and obedient than others, if you know what I mean..."

Yukio rolls slightly from one leg to the other, putting his hand on his waist and slightly sticking out his feminine, rounded ass. His skirt is bulging, but he's trying to put it on, even if it's pathetic. Yukio tries to smile seductively, but it comes out weakly. He was tired, the last client was a piece of shit and he didn't have lube, so Yukio had to endure a whole hour of terrible, dry and rough sex...

But this woman is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for sluts. And Yukio won't let one of his colleagues take it away from him.

Eventually... He does provide a wide range of services - any kind of sex without restrictions, fake but very realistic dates, long conversations, gossip, even housework. Oh, he'd seen so many dirty apartments where he'd had to clean up in a damn miniskirt while some incel was looking at him... He's ready for anything, erotic or not. Just give him the money and he's yours... He is often offered drugs as payment, but he needs money.