Jessica hated fighting, especially over something as stupid as money, but ever since she had lost her job and John's hours had been cut back that seemed to be the only thing they did anymore.
"We just can't afford it Jessie, and you damn well know it!" John said, his voice just barely below a shout.
Jessica felt her eyes tear up and angrily swiped the them and a stray lock of her dark red hair out of the way even as John saw her reaction and grimaced.
"I'm sorry Jessie, we had to skip the Visa payment just to meet the mortgage this month," he said in a calmer tone of voice, "There's no way we can put plane tickets on the card to fly back east to see your parents this year."
"What if I got another job?" Jessica asked.
"I wish you could find another job," John replied, "We've both been looking and there's just nothing out there.
"Hell, the hookers over on Sandy are probably having a hard time paying the bills right now!"
Jessica scrubbed her face with the palms of her hands and sniffed loudly before glaring at John, "At least they're still getting a little action!"
John winched at the not so subtle reminder that their sex life had been less than it's usually self since the housing crash and economic downturn and shrugged, "Do you want to go to the club this weekend?"
"Club!" Jessica shouted, "Why, so you can watch some stranger fuck me! Get in on your sloppy seconds or thirds?
"At least the hookers on Sandy are getting paid!"
John shook his head and turned away. He hated fighting as much as Jessica, but neither of them could figure out a way to scrape by while the economy was in the shitter.
"What the fuck?" Jessica yelled, "How much money would we have if all the guys I've fucked at the Velvet Door had paid to get a peace of my ass instead of you just sitting there jerking off while you watched them?"
"I didn't hear you complaining!" John shot back.
"Oh, fuck you!" Jessica shouted and then paused with a surprised expression on her face, "No, I wasn't complaining."
"What?" John asked as Jessica stared off into space, her face flushed which was normally a tip off for her getting aroused.
"What really is the difference between some girl on Sandy or me at the club?" Jessica asked while still staring off into space.
"Jessie, come on," John replied soothingly, "You can't say that."
"Sure I can," Jessica instantly replied, "I fuck random guys for fun, the girls on Sandy fuck random guys for cash.
"Why couldn't I do both?"
"What?" John asked in consternation.
"I'm serious," Jessica said as she shifted her gaze to meet John's blue eyes, "How much do those girls make when they fuck a guy or even just suck him off?"
"How the hell should I know?" John said, "It's not like I go cruising up and down Sandy looking for them."
"What about..." Jessica said and then stood up and hurried into the den, "What about in Vegas, isn't there web sites for massages and shit?"
John followed Jessica into the den where she was sitting at the computer and pulling up a private browsing tab.
"It's been years since I went to get a massage Jessie," John said as he stood behind her and watched her type, "And they weren't the happy ending type either."
"So what if you wanted a massage with a happy ending?" Jessica asked, "Or even if you wanted to find some girl online to get laid?
"Where would you go?"
"Fuck, how should I know," John said in exasperation, "Back Page or Rendezvous or Tryst maybe?
"There was that one... Ashely something, but it got hacked and then it came out all the girls were bots!"
John watched as Jessica pulled up the a website and began to quickly navigate her way through until a list of adds appeared for women in the local area.
"What are you doing?" John asked as Jessica scrolled through dozens of pictures of women as he felt a stir of desire.
"Four hundred," Jessica said as she clicked on one add and scrolled through the pictures of the barely clothed woman before quickly closing and moving to the next, "Four fifty, here's an add for one fifty if you're into really big girls.
"Six hundred!" Jessica blurted in surprise after another minute of browsing, "I don't think she's seeing many guys."
"Jessica," John said again.
"What!" Jessica yelled, "We need the fucking money don't we, and you sure as shit don't have a problem with me fucking other guys if you get to watch, so what the fuck exactly is your problem!"
John stared at Jessica for a moment before shaking his head in amazement as his dick swelled in his jeans, "You're serious."
"Yes, I'm serious!" Jessica said, "I'm better looking than almost all the girls on here, you don't think I could find some guy to fuck me for four or five hundred dollars?
"I did ten guys in one night last year at the Velvet Door, let me see... can you do the fucking math?"
"How the hell are you going to do this?" John asked.