Make her drink it down, then change the nature of ex-relationships.

Sticking the dick back into his girl's mouth, Josh made his intentions clear. Sara obliged, and pushed her mouth more deeply forward. Following a few more seconds of tongue pottery, release was penultimate. Twitching and pulsing, the exposed penis in the middle of the kitchen ejaculated, showering Josh's girlfriend's throat with his warm semen.

Glug glug it went, down her throat. Her swallow was audible.

"Eurmph, got it," Sara opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Indeed, her orifice was wholly empty.

Josh sat there looking at her, all suspicion removed, then slowly re-did his pants.

"Sara..."

"Yeah?" The young woman slid the money from the table and clutched it happily, like she just won an easy buck, before relocating it into her pocket. Josh nearly pinched himself.

"How many times have I asked you for this kind of thing again?" he asked.

Sara looked at Josh as she slid her eyes to her lashes in thought. "Well. I don't know. You pay me at least once a week for some kind of sex, I'd say quite a lot." She offered a slight smirk as she returned to her side of the table and stirred her cereal. "Since I'm rarely in the mood these days, that's some decent amount of cash you've been rolling my way." She winked. "All according to plan."

Despite her Machiavellian appeal, her words were almost wholly playful. As she stuck the spoon in her mouth, Josh crossed a leg and looked at his phone.

Yeah, he silently mused, all according to plan.

He read the line he'd typed from earlier, about women being negotiable when offered money in exchange for sex, and stroked his chin.

Pulling up his contacts list, he found his ex's number and sent her a quick text.

"Hey Liz. Hypothetically speaking, could we meet up for a quick fuck?"

Josh watched as a blurb of dots appeared on the screen only seconds later. She was always on that phone of hers; some things never changed. He imagined her typing furiously away, and quickly added,

"for 60 bucks."

There was an audible pause as the dots disappeared, reappeared, then ping-ponged for a brief shimmer. Finally, after what seemed like two yawns' worth of time, there was a reply.

"Ugh! What, one attractive girl isn't enough to satisfy you?"

Then,

"...are you serious about the 60 bucks?"

Holy crap, holy crap. His foot tapped against the kitchen floor restlessly. Josh didn't even blink as he typed away. He wasn't sure if he had 60 bucks to spare, willingly, at this moment. But what he was sure about was his willingness to push this.

"yes"

Another brief pause followed. Josh was watching Sara finish up her cereal when the next message from Liz came.

"Make it 70 bucks and I'm in."

Josh grew hard again.

"Ok, 70 it is."

Then,

"Actually, 75."

Josh asserted,

"sure that's fine."

Then finally,

"Alright cool, so when do you wanna do it? Wnt to do it in my place? I got the apartment to myself tomorrow all afternoon, so no one needs to know"

Josh sat back in his chair. This was incredible. He glanced up at Sara, who was washing the bowl at the sink. Instantly he felt a little guilty.

But, he thought, hold on... now I could change that, too.

With another thought, he opened the Rules of the World app. He was about to type in a new rule, when he stopped. At first, he was just going to make it okay for guys to go out and have all the ladies they wanted. But why not something a little more on its head?

He looked back to the screen and typed,

• Any women currently in a relationship with a man usually encourages their partner to have sexual escapades with women of past relationships, even at times actively helping them bond and re-connect to eliminate tensions.

Finally, he put the phone back into his pocket, breathed in, and looked back at Sara, who was wiping her hands on a towel. She hummed some indistinguishable TV theme. He watched her slender body tapping to the beat, and he was once again warmed to the core.

"Sara, um," he scratched his chin as she turned his way again. "How should I say this..."

"Huh?"

Josh closed his eyes shut. Here goes nothing! Opening them again, he continued, "I... I plan to have sex with my ex-girlfriend tomorrow. You remember her, right? Elizabeth Paisley? So, I was just wondering if you were -- "

"Ecstatic?" Suddenly, the brunette rushed to Josh and clutched his hand into hers, raising it to her chin. "Oh my god, John, you bet I am!" She laughed and jumped up and down. Apparently this wasn't just any news -- this was great news! "I thought you guys would never hang out with each other again, let alone fuck for goodness' sake!" She closed in and kissed Josh's cheek while rubbing his arm affectionately. "Sooo?" she asked with a coy grin. "Where you gonna stick that horny little junior of yours into her? Come on, let her do it here. Be a gentleman."

Despite the recent release, Josh popped a boner, and moved his hand over it to press down.

"Well, er, I was thinking of doing it at her place, but..."

"Oh, psh," Sara waved a hand, lightly slapping his shoulder. "Josh, don't you have any tact? Her complex is tiny, babe! There's more room in our kitchen for pete's sake. You knew that already, didn't you?"

He didn't actually. He had never even been to her new place, having broken up before she moved to the next city over. A wrinkled brow appeared over his eyes. How did Sara know? She wasn't even linked with Liz on any social media platform that he was aware of. Unless, in this new world... she regularly kept tabs on his exes, to the point that it included being fairly well-informed.

"I, uh, guess we could do it here..."

"Perfect!" Sara let go of Josh. She began heading to the bathroom, her hips wiggling naturally away. "Make sure your schedule is free, tomorrow, got it? I don't want you missing sex with your ex just because you got cold feet or something." She stopped, and Josh froze, wondering if something like sense had just fallen on top of her. Thankfully, it was only mild curiosity. "So, how'd you guys make up anyway?"

Clearing his throat, Josh explained, "I'm paying her 75 bucks."

Sara laughed, "Nice, the good 'ol bill in the hand method! Wow, Josh," she shook her head, "I didn't think you'd be that enthusiastic that you'd want to actually shill out your own cash. But hey, I'm not going to complain about that." With a last smile, she entered the bathroom and closed the door, her humming continuing past the old wooden panels, and Josh was left to stir in the silence of the kitchen.

"Damn," he uttered under his breath. He just hoped he had 70 bucks. After checking his pockets, under his bed, and his wallet, he concluded that he'd need a trip to the ATM at the plaza. Washing up, he grabbed his coat and headed out. In the back of his mind he also wondered how else the world had changed, and if so, whether he'd see any of it firsthand. Probably not right on the street, but you never knew.

With his phone in his pocket he began stepping out the door.