Give & Take Among Friends: Scene 10 Rachel’s oldest profession steals the show. by Loveangames69. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. We were sitting in our friends’ parlor following dinner. My girlfriend Lila had kicked off her shoes and brought her legs up on one section of the large wraparound couch, head resting on the shoulder of my best friend Eli; his wife Rachel and I were side by side on the other section, one of her hands resting lightly on my thigh. This orientation seemed to be customary lately when we relaxed after dinner – it made sense since everyone knew what the pairing was likely to be as the night wore on. We were at ease in the afterglow of RacheI’s great cooking and Eli’s fine wine when Rachel announced she had procured a porn DVD to “spice things up.” To me, it hardly seemed that we would need it, but she loaded the disk and switched the TV on. The plot was about a boyfriend who sold his girlfriend to settle a debt, and the lady liked the experience so much that she continued using her talents to raise funds to pay the rent and cover other expenses. Before long, she was so much in demand that she recruited friends and neighbors to work on commission and help grow the business. Pretty corny material, which inspired some fitting jokes from our audience, but the scenery was nice, with many well-endowed thespians, It was not long before I observed Eli running a hand beneath Lila’s blouse, and felt Rachel caressing the crotch of my shorts. “I wonder if I would be as enthusiastic as those girls are in that line of work,” Lila commented, before joining her lips to Eli’s. “A girl has to do what a girl has to do,” Rachel said. “It might be fun to actually try that some time, Lila. How about we put an ad on CraigsList or somewhere?” “You want a lifestyle change – try whoring?” Eli asked, with a sardonic smile. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” she replied. “I used to trade my body for grades from a math professor.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Then licked her lips, suggestively. “Not exactly,” Eli countered. “It wasn’t so quid pro quo. I always give my students after-class help if they ask, but it’s up to them to learn the material to pass the test. If they want to show gratitude for the help, that’s up to them. Granted, you did so eagerly, but it was your choice and not really whoring.” “Well, I’m not sure how well I did on those tests, even with your help, but I did give you a lot of gratitude.” She shrugged, and arched her brows. “Anyway, I suppose you’re right,” Rachel said. “It wasn’t like my earlier venture hooking guys for money.” Eli’s expression was something between skeptical and apprehensive. Having come to know Rachel better, I was not surprised by anything she said, but what followed was something of a bombshell. “When was that?” Eli asked, with a cryptic smile. “My first year at the university. As you know, I was no stranger to sex at that point. Carnal studies had been my chief extra-curricular activity in high school. Our football team won the conference my senior year, and I was given a lot of credit for boosting its morale,” Rachel said with a flourish. “My popularity continued in college, and not just with students. My professional debut came about one night at the night spot where Lila often did open mic. A good looking guy in his 40s bought me drinks and talked me up. I left with him, curious about what it would be like with such an older dude – older even than my Uncle Jack, who had broken me in. Anyway, this guy took me to a fairly nice motel, not a budget flea trap, and afterward he gave me a hundred dollar bill as a goodnight present. I tried to give it back, but he told me to keep it, saying I earned it, and telling me, ‘You shouldn’t give it away for nothing.’ He also made a 'date’ with me for the following weekend.” “Well, that’s not really hooking,” Lila said. “You didn’t set a price in advance.” “No, but it got me thinking about what he said, and I did decide to stop giving it