Yes, I (probably) would

It was my sister’s birthday a couple of weeks ago.  I headed down to the south coast for an evening out with her and her girly chums.

Indian food – yum; lots of wine – fab!

As always happens when a group of women go out for the evening, we started to talk about men.

We had ended up in a run-down, old men’s pub a bit by accident, and started checking out the ‘talent’ (or lack thereof).

Some of the girls were joking around, and pointing out how strange/ hairy/ weird-looking some of the people in the pub were.

Our wine-fuelled conversation turned to how much money we would have to be paid to ‘perform a sex act’ on one particularly ghoulish chap.  Would we do it for £1 million?

Almost everyone said they wouldn’t – it’s prostitution after all, isn’t it? 

My thoughts were:  yes, the thought of going with some random, smelly geezer was not particularly nice … but what if it really were for £1 million?  What if it were just for five minutes, cash in hand and I never had to see him again?

In that case, maybe I would.

Is that terrible?

It would pay off my debts, I could buy a house, I could give up SLT and be a student again …  Five minutes’ ‘work’ would change my life!

Of course, the next line of questioning was … we’ve established that you’re willing to have sex for money, so how low would you go?  Not very original or profound (I’m sure I had conversations like this in the sixth form), but valid nonetheless …

And the truth is, I don’t know:  £900,000 – highly likely, £500,000 – probably, £100 – no.  My ‘price’ is somewhere in between.

Of course all this was drunken, hypothetical nonsense.  And I probably would have fainted with shock if the man in question had actually come and randomly asked me for a quickie out the back.

But it did get me thinking.