Steak for Sex Program

Used to be, you'd put "steak for sex" into Google and come up empty. A meat company worker in Woonsocket, RI changed all that when he attempted to negotiate with an undercover vice cop to trade a couple juicy t-bones for...[insert bad puns and double entendre].

Was she supposed to put those in her purse or tuck them under her garter belt? Or perhaps he was going to fry 'em up with some onions as part of the deal? Just how was she supposed to take care of her pimp with a couple of lousy t-bones? Rhode Island may not be cattle country, but they do have grocery stores.

When you are 22 years old and you are already reduced to trading groceries for sex, your prospects are not looking good.

So...I've got a raging hard-on and 53 cases of canned soup. Who wants to party? Read the article at abcnews.com