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"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.
"You're the only girl for me." Rachel smiled, but then frowned, suddenly. If I had planned ahead, I would've taken a job -- any job -- to make ends meet. "Sarah does it sometimes, and it pays really well." I was floored. 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. But I wonder if people really thought through what the modern form of prostitution would look like. Not this." She looked up at me, frustration in her eyes. But I'm not hearing a plan." "We'll figure something out." I replied with certainty, convincing myself, though probably not Rachel. But the more I took in our sorry apartment, the more I realized there wasn't much left to pawn. It'll take a few hours, and you can get a job doing something this month so we never have to do it again." I couldn't believe she was even considering this, and felt twinges of both jealousy and shame. How would you feel if I went and fucked other women? Her head was resting on my chest, and I held her, lovingly. " I asked, more making conversation than having any real intentions. Prostitution was no longer confined to unsavory street corners and red light districts -- it was ubiquitously available through the digital world. There were a few different ways to use the app, but they all started with creating a profile. " I went and embraced her, hugging her tightly and stroking her hair. I didn't know what to do, but I knew this wasn't an option.