If nobody wants to sell sex, it is a crime to force anyone to do so. But when men or women do want to sell their bodies, they should have that full right without encountering punishment or discrimination. If the client behaves decently, the relationship between the sex buyer and the sex seller must be considered a purely private transaction. Nils Johan Ringdal, Love For Sale
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The next morning, Spock woke alone in the huge, fluffy bed, considering his situation. Jim had turned out to be one of the most responsive clients he had had in a very long time. For all his corporate persona, he was in fact receptive, generous, and adventurous.
A little belated, Spock thought but wisely kept to himself, Jim had requested that Spock produce his license to solicit. Prostitution had been legal for several decades, once it had finally occurred to the lawmakers that it was indeed the world’s oldest profession and nothing was going to stamp it out. Rather than prosecuting those who worked in the sex trade, the authorities provided vaccines against any STDs that still existed and required all prostitutes to be examined a minimum of twice a year. Anyone found with residual signs of communicable diseases received the appropriate medical care and a vaccine to prevent it from recurring. Most hookers, Spock included, were well supplied with condoms for any client they felt was less than honest about their physical well-being. Spock hadn’t used one with Jim the night before and doubted it would be an issue now that their time was coming to an end.
When Spock glanced at the clock, he was somewhat surprised to discover it was only 6:30. Jim was up despite sleeping for barely three hours. Spock could tell from the faint fragrances lingering that Jim had already showered.
Spock left the bed for the gigantic bathroom, larger than most apartments he had seen. Rather than try to collect his clothes scattered throughout the penthouse, Spock pulled on the dark green fluffy robe hanging in the bathroom closet. He glanced in the mirror, not entirely pleased with what he saw. His hair hung down past his shoulder blades, his ears more prominently displayed. He had acquired a bruise on his jaw but had no recollection of how it had gotten there. Jim had not hit him – he was certain of that. He supposed it was of no importance.
He would have liked to brush his teeth properly but that was not possible. Instead, he used his finger to substitute for a toothbrush, feeling somewhat refreshed for his efforts.
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