Motel Room

Jon wasn't even in his bedroom anymore. Instead, he was in a motel room. "God, you're my worst customer ever," a scantily-clad woman said, as she slipped on her high-heeled shoes. "But that's what I get for doing it with a kid." "What?" Jon asked, not understanding what was happening. "What am I doing here?" "You hired me. Remember?" the woman said, grabbing a wad of bills off of the nightstand. "Although, I'm not sure it was worth it." She grabbed her purse and began walking towards the door. "Wait a minute," Jon said, swinging out of bed. The sheets fell away and he saw that he was naked. Quickly, he covered himself again. "Are you saying we had sex?" "Well, duh," she said. "Why else would you hire a prostitute?" Then she turned back around and left.