Now the original woman’s post had been hijacked by commenters debating whether it was okay to sell their underwear; some women were saying it was anti-feminist, while others were worried about what would happen if their husbands found out. Some were convinced it was too dangerous. But others—several others, Sabrina noted—were asking for more information. Finally the first commenter replied:
I sell on Craigslist for anywhere from $50 to $75 each plus shipping, depending on what I’m selling. I write something short and dirty where I talk about how I’m sooooo hot and how I get soooo wet (lol) and I post a pic of myself in the underwear I’m selling—I have one pic of me in a thong that I use and one pic in boy shorts. Those are the most popular ones but every so often you get a guy who’s really into granny panties so you might want to have some of those on hand too. You can get cheap ones online. Usually I say I’m a hot MILF but sometimes I’ll do other characters, like college girl. Sometimes they’ll ask you for more pictures, up to you if you want to send them a face shot. Once they pay you, you get the underwear dirty (however you want to do that…), put them in a Ziploc bag, and send them off. That’s pretty much it! Let me tell you, it was a total godsend when we were in a tight spot. I don’t do it so much anymore, now that I have a full-time job, but I do have a few loyal customers who I’ll make special arrangements for. ;)
Sabrina stared at the comment. She went to Craigslist on her phone and typed in used panties in the search field and watched dozens of ads come up. Holy shit. All this time, a super-easy solution to her problems had been right here in front of her, and all she had to do was take a selfie and post an ad.
Dan still hadn’t shown up or texted—she probably had at least half an hour until he came home. She turned on all the lights in her bedroom and rummaged through her underwear drawer until she found a black lace thong. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn it, and as she put it on she felt a thrill. She stood in front of their full-length mirror, turned her butt to it, and snapped a picture of herself. It was blurry. She tried again, positioning the phone so it was angled more toward the mirror. This would be easier with a selfie stick.
The next one was better. She opened the photo and made sure her face couldn’t be seen and that she hadn’t inadvertently included any images of herself or, God forbid, anyone in her family in the photo. Was she really going to do this? She was. She sat down on her bed and opened the browser on her phone, went to Craigslist, and selected “Post an Ad.”
Sexxxxy Asian Mom Selling Sweet Used Panties $40.
Start low, she told herself. She also needed a new email address for her new business. She went to Yahoo and opened a new email account, [email protected], and went back to Craigslist and posted her ad. She got excited when she got a notification that an email had arrived at her new address, but all it said was Your ad has been posted! A few more minutes went by, and still nothing. Were all the used-panty fetishists asleep for the night? She felt giddy, like she was extra-drunk. Then, all of a sudden, the emails started coming in.
hi beautiful im looking for 2 prs, need to have strong odor
will u cum in the panties before u send them?
Will pay extra for an in-person meeting
Hi, sexy, she typed in response to the first email. Just let me know exactly what you want. I’m here to please you. :)
She had just hit send when she heard the lock on the door click and the sound of Dan shuffling into the house. She quickly logged out of the Yahoo email and closed the Craigslist tab, so when Dan came into the bedroom she was just looking at the website for Amelia’s school. “Hey. You’re still up?”
“Just looking at the new parent portal for Slope Montessori.” Dan started undressing. “Why were you at work so late?”
Dan sighed. “Just typical Deanna and Rich bullshit. They want us to be publishing around the clock, but they haven’t hired someone to be an overnight editor, so we’re there till God knows when editing and scheduling posts to go up all night.”
“Huh. That is annoying.”
“Plus, we’re getting ready for this year’s TechScene Fifty, and they want to do breakout posts on a few founders, which I could not be less excited about.”
“Why?”
He didn’t answer her, just sighed dramatically and went into the bathroom and shut the door. She heard running water, then the toilet flush, then running water again. She closed her computer and placed it on the floor next to the bed. Dan came back into the bedroom. “Why do they even have an executive editor if they’re never going to listen to him? I told them there is no point in giving someone like Mack McAllister more press, the guy has barely done anything and we write about him like he’s Steve Jobs.” He paused. “Sorry.”
Sabrina usually mounted a halfhearted defense of Mack whenever Dan launched into a diatribe about him, but now she was silent.
“The tech world builds these people up like they’re gods just because they got some VC funding and they’re somewhat good-looking, and then it just perpetuates the cycle because they go to South by Southwest and talk about how great their app is but no one ever bothers asking if anyone is actually using it or if the company is making any money. No one cares, though. That’s the crazy thing. It’s basically all a house of cards waiting to fall.”
“I’m really tired,” Sabrina said. “Can we talk about this later?”
“Do you really like working there?” Dan got into bed. “Like, really. If the company closed down tomorrow, would you be sad? Would you miss your job? Would you miss your coworkers?”
“What a thing to say, Dan.” She refused to meet his eye.
“Look. I’m glad you have a job. I really am. I just…I just wish it was with someone else, okay? To me he just represents everything that’s wrong with startup culture.”
“But you work at a startup!” Sabrina said. “TechScene is a startup.”