She'll be a phone sex operator

"Now, this is a little weird, David," she began, an introductory sentence that didn't exactly fill him with hope. "But, this is a really good way to earn money from home." She paused before outright saying her idea, an uncharacteristic skittishness appearing on her pretty face. Clear, blue, eyes darted to the table and back, and David felt his own nervousness grow as Jenna gathered up the courage to tell him what she had apparently spent so long thinking about.

Finally, Jenna's perfect, pouty, lips parted to speak.

"I'll. . . I'll work a phone sex line."

David's fork squeaked against his plate, a jarring sound like a sudden record scratch. His shock must have shown on his face too, because Jenna took one glance at him before scrambling to explain.

"It's not as weird as it sounds! All I'll be doing is talking, to complete strangers who neither of us will ever meet. You just give them a number, and they hook you up to their network for the length of your shift, then when you're done they disconnect you. My mom's best friend did it for years, she said she'd be saying all sorts of things while doing the ironing with her other hand."

David still didn't speak. His eyes were nearly as wide as the dinner plates laid out on the table. As Jenna watched, his mouth opened and closed a couple of times, not to chew his food, but more like he was starting and stopping a sentence over and over again. Finally, he spluttered out some words.

"People still pay for that?"
"Yes!" Jenna laughed, taken aback by the fact that that was the first question to his mind.

"How much?" David's disbelief continued.
"Well, the company I was looking in to charges $3.99 a minute."

". . . That's like almost 250 bucks an hour, right?"
"Yeah," Jenna nodded, "but I won't get paid that much, the company takes most of it. I'll just get $30 an hour."

David's jaw dropped again, giving Jenna an unsettling glimpse of the half-chewed bacon in his mouth.
"That's more than me," he muttered, blinking in absolute confusion.

"I only get paid that much for when I'm on the line though," Jenna explained, "for the time when I'm in between calls, I won't be paid anything. It's some, like, independent contractor thing. A part of the job will be, like, keeping the guy on the line for as long as possible. While I'm waiting for calls, I won't get anything."

David nodded like he was listening, but Jenna could tell that he really wasn't. All these questions about details and semantics were just how David responded to stress. There was at least one more, personal, question that he had in mind.

"I'm not sure about this. I mean. . . you'll be okay with doing this stuff?" He asked, furrowing his brow as he looked at her.

Jenna blushed under his gaze, but she didn't look away.

"I think so," she replied, "I mean, it is just talking, and I've never had any problems with public speaking or chatting to strangers."

"But, when you're talking to strangers, you don't typically tell them what underwear you're wearing, or what your favorite fetish it. At least, I hope you don't." David gave her a worried look, but Jenna could tell that it was at least half joking.

""Nooooo, I don't," Jenna admitted, "but I think I could do it, if you're okay with it?"
Her tone changed before she spoke again, her voice becoming breathier and her words more playful.
"I bet I could be suuuch a dirty girl if I wanted to. I'm so naughty, that's why I need a strong man like you to tell me what to do, mmm, David." His name came from her lips like a moan, as if he was inside her, and not across the table from her.

David blushed, and Jenna could tell from how he repositioned in his seat that his pants had suddenly become a bit tighter. Despite his reaction, she still wasn't done.

"Please, tell me I can do it, daddy," she continued her demonstration, "I need your permission, I need you to say it. Please, please, please, give it to me!"

Jenna pouted and batted her eyelashes at him, two things she obviously wouldn't be doing to clients in her job, but it was evidently working on David right then. He sat back from the table like he had heart burn, breathing heavily as he stared at his sultry girlfriend.