310 Selling Jean

310 Selling Jean310 Selling JeanHis name is Rob, and he was down on his luck, as he said, ?if I didn?t have bad luck I wouldn?t have no luck, an it had been going on all lousy year!?Sadly, that was a major understatement, first he lost his job, then as if that was not enough there was the car accident, and that was because his mind was on his lack of job, the insurance laughed, so no car or at least he had a car but no dollars to sort the damage, the roof leaked at home, and they had long run out of available cash, and in desperation he lad gone to a ?friend?.That Friend had turned out to be loan shark, and not a friend at all six, months had past and with the interest, the loan had become a giant monster and there was no way that he could now pay it off, worse he hadn?t told Jean his beloved wife.Things were now getting desperate the shark had given him three options and he liked none of them and had just a month to either come up with the goods or suffer the consequences!Option one was to pay it all by the months end, that was looking impossible.Option two was not too and to enjoy swimming in the local river with a concrete overcoat... after tenderising! And that didn?t sound so good an option to him either, that left the third option, sell up, pay up and bugger off or just bugger off and leave every mortal thing that they owned to the shark.He was now waiting his beloved wife`s decision, he had today explained the position, and she being a thinker, had said she ?wanted time to think out her options? and had shut herself away in the bath, her only remaining luxury. So, for the last hour or more he had sat in his dads old rocker, surrounded by the family air-looms, knowing in his heart of hearts he had bogged it all up!When she did return to him, she was dressed in slippers and a dressing gown, under which he knew would be a nightgown. Silently she took the proffered coffee then took a seat opposite him across the table, she drank and regarded him with cool eyes then said quietly, ?well we have a few options as I see it!? she paused, perhaps for dramatic effect, then she went on, ?we can simply lose all we have worked for over the years, walk away, start again somewhere else,? another pause, ?I`m not keen on that idea as the thought of a life`s work going to that bastard, repulses me, and I don?t want to live anywhere else anyway!?Another pause, he went as if to speak, she held up her hand, for silence, then in a more serious voice said,? we could both split up, go our separate ways, but that amounts to the same thing in reality, we are a married couple and we`ve come this far together, I belive we should go on together!? he nodded, ?that leaves two options, suicide together or pay the shit!?This time his mouth fell open, ?SUICIDE, that?s a cowards way out, though its better than being butchered by his thugs, I don?t fancy that and there would be no way I want to lose you he would have won anyway but PAY HIM, how the hell can we pay him?? She said that ?if they sold their vintage car for spares, and the trailer, [caravan to us English types,] and sold the tiny fishing cabin up by the lake that uncle Silas left them, and which they couldn?t get too with no car anyway, they could raise the biggest chunk of the money, quickly and without losing too much!? he nodded his agreement, saying that, ? that would still leave them still a fair bit short!? She nodded saying she knew ?but she had had an idea about that? it was an idea that astounded him.Her idea was to sell her body, prostitute herself, she explained that according to local gossip the girls in the trade, down century highway, the local red light district, were all making a fortune, so why shouldn?t she, it would mean his sharing her but as he had always had the ?I want to watch you screw someone else fetish? it was not the most huge leap of faith for her to get screwed and he not be there, and they needed the money, she only had to do it for a month and at the rates these girls got, well, they could be rich! She laughed, ?it would also serve your fantasy, just that you would have to enjoy the tryst second hand by me describing it all..? Reluctantly he slowly came to see that it was a solution, he wasn?t happy about it, the English call it living on immoral earnings, but he, Rob, her husband, had to bring himself to let her sell herself.They slept on it, Jean by now having decided it was the only way, and secretly fancied getting more sex than she had from Rob for this last few months and a variety at that!At breakfast next day, they sat, neither wishing to raise the subject, but both knowing they must. Finally, she simply asked ?well am I going on the game or are you throwing yourself to the shark??Reluctantly he said ?Well, my love, I have had a troubled night worrying about that? (lying basket he slept like a baby knowing now there was a way out of the hole, he had dug, and he was not going to have to work for it himself!) ?And reluctantly I have come to the same conclusion as you and it?s the only sensible way out as I see it!?A rush of adrenaline surged through her vein?s and she found herself struggling not to look eager.The meal soon over they decided that they needed some incite into the chosen trade she was so keen to enter. Together off they went to the century highway area, the downtown bus dropping them outside the coffee stall at the south end of the main highway!The girls that were about were dressed like hookers, tarty, skimpy dresses, brazen, she quickly realised that Rob was a liability, he had been offered sex, a dozen times before the coffee had been slopped into the mugs, and this was a fast food joint! It was a dog eat dog world that Jean realised was not going to be as easy as she had thought. She sent him off homeward, realising, that choosing a couple of the older tarts, and plying them with coffee, had more chance, which is just what she did. Janice and Julia were the two chosen and what they after a while told her, when she had explained she was not an undercover cop, (which they already instinctively knew, having an inbuilt radar for the laws presence!) Julia especially was a hard-faced baggage, she was a typical hooker, out to make a buck, but no-ones fool. She looked Jean up and down then said she should forget it, it was not the vocation for her, she asked what Jean thought she earned a day, both women laughing at the price estimated (a couple of hundred dollars a punter) and explaining that to turn a trick at Jeans age may have fetched in 25 or 50 dollars a time, and less for a hand or blow job, It was not what Jean wanted to hear.Half an hour later, it was a disillusioned woman that left the coffee stall, Janice walking with her, the still smirking Julia, watching them go and shaking her head., unable to grasp why a regular, clean, tidy housewife wanted to break into this ghastly trade that she herself had been forced into by circumstances... Janice, a little less hardened, and glad of the chance to chat with someone outside the sex trade, some one who wanted to know, pointed out that the girls on offer during the morning, were all younger, and it was hard to compete with the younger more-shapely women a lot of which were just turning tricks to pay for a habit and were desperately doing what amounted to overtime.Jean had by now few places to go as they sat together at the tiny park garden, under the memorial clock (the local councils answer to brightening the local environment.) she explained to her new friend her desperate need for cash, asking what Janice would do when she got to her age, explained that ?She would do anything, literally anything??Janice shrugged, said that for older women, there was only the pain route to satisfy real perve`s, either that or leave the trade and live like a drudge, go on the road as a hobo or marry, (at that she laughed hollowly) not that many men want worn out whores!Jean swallowed hard, then asked about ?the pain route?, then sat her eyes closed while Janice explained about the much higher money to be made, hiring your body to one of the more sadistic punters, she did not pull her punches, and added information about the time it would take to recover after the punters had finished hurting her, and the degrading side of the job.Jean knew in her heart of hearts, that she had few choices, and also instinctively that her new friend Janice had walked this path already at some point.It was an enlightening half hour, it appeared that some sadists liked older, more fleshy women, and would hire a lady, usually at auction if they were serious, but sometimes by private hire arrangement for lesser games! They would then tie the women up known as bondage and use them painfully for a specified period, revelling in the screams of their victims! It was known as B for (bondage) D (for discipline) S (for sado)