She finds a place to hire her as a hooker, and she tells her husband, though there is a catch

The topic dropped after that. Sarah waved off the idea, even though Tom could tell she liked the sound of it, and the two went about their normal lives.

Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. While they didn't talk about the suggestion, Tom noticed some differences in his wife as the week passed. She started experimenting with make-up, wearing clothes to work that showed off more of her chest or her legs, and even bought a few new outfits. They all looked incredible on her, of course. They would have brought out her beauty even before Tom had gotten the coin and changed her body, but now?

Now she was a bombshell, drop-dead gorgeous and turning heads wherever she went. Hearing the catcalls, seeing the eyes of others trailing her as they went out together, Tom knew the wish's effect would hit her, soon.

Or, perhaps it already had? There had been no stipulation in the wish that Sarah had to tell him she'd started sex work, so perhaps it would be a secret? The idea was terrifying, but also tantalizing.

In the end, that proved to be an unjustified worry, as that Saturday, after a morning out with her friends, Sarah sat him down to talk. She looked nervous, fiddling her fingers together before her, unsure of how to start her explanation. "I'm sure you've noticed, well, all of this." She gestured at her face, her clothes, the new earrings.

"It'd be hard not to," Tom told her, heart beating quickly.

"Yeah," she replied, a laugh coloring her words. "I suppose it would. Well... ever since that catcall, and ever since you told me... I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

Tom couldn't help himself. "It?"

"Becoming a hooker," she said, her voice quiet. "Are you... are you really okay with that? If it's what I want to do?"

"Of course." Reaching across the table, he held both of her hands in his, and gave them a comforting squeeze. "I wouldn't have said it otherwise. We have a lot of savings to fall back on, if you feel the need to quit your job, and more than anything else, I want you to be happy." The words were true, all of them, though of course there was more to the desire than that. The idea of his wife, so devoted and beautiful, becoming a sex worker... well, it certainly was the sort of thing to stick in his mind.

Sarah let out a relieved sigh. "I'm so glad to hear that, especially because... I might have already taken the job?"

He blinked. "Really? Already?" The idea conjured an image of her being approached by some stereotypical pimp, pulling her into a car and selling her on the idea of being a whore.

The truth, it seemed, could not be farther from Tom's imagination.

"Well, while we were having brunch, Jessica brought up my new look, and I... maybe told them, about what I'd been thinking, and you being supportive, and..." Sarah gave a little shrug. "Alma told me about a place she knew that was hiring, and I have an interview there this evening." She tilted her head, giving her husband a concerned look. "This is really okay?"

"It's really okay," he confirmed.

"Well, in that case..." she rose up, and started to head towards their bedroom. "I should get ready. Oh, and you can't visit, at least for right now."

Now, that made Tom curious. What sort of place had hired her?