Selling one's image

Jesse felt his troubles melt away as he lay back against Betsy’s naked embrace, both of them submerged in a miracle of hot and bubbling water. There had been a period of serious and intense scrubbing earlier… where at points he had felt like the girl might be trying to remove all his skin. But, now they could just dissolve into the simple pleasure of each other’s company. Senses filled to the brim with randomly-selected fragrances of possibly-extinct flowers from far-off lands, and the tingling sensations of bath salts sprinkled over-liberally throughout.

Betsy was running a comb through his hair with the same gentle, fastidious attention as when she had just ran soapy fingers around the contours of his penis. Pulling back his foreskin and diligently exploring beneath the glans. She washed his sexual organs like a mother washed behind the ears of her newborn. Now the long, regular scratch of plastic prongs lulled him into almost a trance. Each slow, careful motion dragging the loose, tangled strands of his soul back into order.

"I can't believe I'm going to have to pay to play with you from now on…" She muttered, admiring the look of the tight, black choker around her best friend's neck nonetheless.

After the previous night… Jesse was not quite so upset about that turn of events. He liked their secret little games of touching through the darkness of course... But, deep down, he had to admit he preferred these quiet, softly sensual moments with her… more than the hungry, horny times when she pinned him down and took her fill. A wave of guilt quickly followed. He felt selfish to even hold such considerations.

Betsy had already moved on though… she was playing with the controls on the side of the bath, which projected a screen onto the wall above. It was presumably there so that the matrons could watch movies or such while relaxing, but Jesse soon saw his own face pop up again. She was connecting their bath to his collar. For the first time, he could properly see the page that laid all his assets out for rent at just the click of a button. He half expected the girl to immediately buy herself another bellyful of him… but instead she explored some of the other sections.

"There's already photos of me?" He exclaimed, surprised. "When did they take those?"

There was an option to sign up for a monthly subscription and gain access to 'all content this pupil generates'. Betsy immediately clicked this and let the bio-reader scan her details.

Jesse was a little confused, didn't she already see enough of him? "You're actually going to pay for that?" He asked, though at least a little bit curious about what might already be on there himself.

"Of course! Seems like it'll be the best way to keep an eye on you…" Betsy's words were teasing, but something in her eyes told him she wasn't entirely joking. Just how much of his new school life was going to now be streamed straight to her.

Luxuries in the year 2192 were now entirely purchased with an individual's underlying credit score. A sort of continually-shifting balance of their benefits to society above and beyond that which was generally expected of them. Housing, food and other necessities were all automatically provided according to one's role. However anything additional over that had to be earned. For students of the Homes, this meant by maintaining perfect attendance, achieving higher grades and providing extra services around their Home.

Naturally, this meant that Betsy was actually one of the richer teens around. Forever top of her classes and offering to help tutor other students, or sign up for extra chores. She just never seemed to _spend _any of it… except on buying extra clothes for Jesse to wear. The boy was perpetually in a state of feeling he had to wear a set of particularly short shorts, or a tight-fitting dress… because he never would have been able to afford them on his own. At least this was her getting something for herself… he guessed.