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Well, men too, in principle -- but in practice it was mostly women selling their services, to the surprise of nobody. After a long day of frustrated job applications, Rachel and I lay in our bed together, forlorn but strangely calm. "Maybe I should install that app after all." Rachel punched me on the arm, playfully, but hard. Prostitution had been legalized only a few months earlier, and liberals and progressives everywhere celebrated. We've still got some stuff we can sell..." I said, looking around. So I give a few horny old men blowjobs or something. We were both in our sleeping attire -- which basically just meant our underwear. "But if that's what it took to keep the roof above our heads, I'd suck it up." "We're not doing this." I declared. I'll think of something." Rachel sighed, exasperated. I don't want to do this either, and if you figure something out, great. ****** We had a week to come up with a better plan, including for me to find some kind of employment, and we agreed that we wouldn't do anything until we absolutely had to.
But instead I just spent all of my time trying to find work in my field, optimistic that if I just worked hard enough, I would find something -- anything. Doubly so, because our friend Sarah always seemed so prim and proper, and I would never have guessed she was whoring herself out to pay the bills.
Strict identification requirements for Johns and tracking features built into the app made the ordeal a surprisingly safe affair. I could never ask you to do this for us." She stared at me, defiant but forlorn.
That's not to say things never went wrong, including a few high-profile cases -- but using Companion to sell your body was surprisingly and overwhelmingly safe. " Rachel glared at me, one part anger, one part looking like she wanted to cry. Companion was a popular app, and it was being used more and more by women needing to make ends meet -- especially in poor neighbourhoods, or near colleges.
"We really need the money, Luke." When I thought about prostitution, it didn't seem like that big a deal in theory. But whatever my thoughts in the abstract, things were crucially different when it was my wife. But if you want to do this -- no, if you're willing to do this... She was notoriously shy when it came to being sexy, certainly ironic given what we were now doing. The scene was modest enough to keep you guessing and wanting, but sexy enough to make you want a lot. "Solicitation", an appropriate euphemism for a shameful act. My wife was now on the market -- for sale to whomever wanted her. Rachel and I had agreed that I would be home while she did this, in case anything went wrong and I needed to intervene.
I'm sure a lot of them are just down on their luck, and doing what it takes to get by -- just like Rachel wants to. It takes strength of character, will, and perseverance. No, I didn't think this posed a threat to our relationship. When it came down to it, my reasons for saying no weren't because I was worried about her or our relationship. As long as Rachel would be safe, and was willing to do it, this was better than homelessness. I don't think she expected me to agree to this, and she started stammering "I... Luke..." I reached my arms around her, guiding her head back down on my chest. We can couch surf for a while -- something, anything. I didn't want to pressure her, but on the other hand, it was obvious that it was time. "So, the best strategy is probably to be sexy, but modest." I announced. But I don't know about you, but I don't feel comfortable sharing a naked picture of you for all our neighbours to see." I replied. "All we need is a sexy pose." Rachel looked embarrassed. She looked tremendously erotic, kneeling there with her face down and her ass up. The app changed, and now there was just a single button "turn solicitation on". The app seemed largely unchanged, but I knew that, with the press of a button, we had changed everything.