Cindy woke up quite early. She yawned and stretched carefully so as not to disturb Daisy, who was still sleeping soundly next to her after the night shift. Then she slipped out of bed, decided to delay the shower for a while and went to the kitchen to make some coffee.

Both girls were usually naked when they were at home. Why bother with clothes when they were so close to each other anyway in this tiny apartment?

They were just nice roommates, not lovers. Sometimes (especially when they got drunk and started fooling around) Cindy would seduce Daisy for some more lesbian sex, and Daisy liked it, but she still preferred men.

Too bad, Cindy thought, standing in front of their little stove, waiting for the coffee to boil and slowly masturbating. Having a roommate with exactly the same sexual preferences and demands would be a blessing. By now Cindy was terribly sex hungry (ideally she would like it four or five times a day), but she hated the idea of getting into a close relationship with anyone. She was rather aloof and introverted. A roommate like Daisy was the perfect distance for her, but...

Cindy sighed, turned off the stove and moaned in her first morning orgasm. She masturbated a lot, with her fingers and sex toys. Daisy giggled at first when they started living together, but she got used to it long ago.

“Morning...”

Sleepy Daisy entered the kitchen, kissed Cindy casually and took the second stool. They only had two stools at the small table in the kitchen, there was no room for more.

“Do you want coffee?” Cindy asked. “Or should I make something more?”

“Coffee will be fine,” Daisy smiled wearily. “I’m dead tired, my feet hurt so much after the night shift. I recently borrowed an exercise wristband and discovered that I’m walking about forty kilometers per shift.”

“Ouch.” Cindi poured coffee into two cups and added some cream. “There you go. My problem is just the opposite, I spend whole days in front of my computer. I could use some walking.”

“Sign up for a half shift at our restaurant,” Daisy grinned and took her first sip.

“Ouch. Oh no! Too many people!”

They giggled. Cindy checked her inbox on her smartphone for new job requests. There were already several translation requests, which meant a decent income, but still a few days more before the computer. Daisy yawned, finished her coffee, went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

“My shift’s still five hours away,” she said, coming into the room, drops on her skin. “I’m going to the store. Do you need anything?”

“More coffee, cream and cheese, please...” Cindy was already at her computer, one bare foot tucked underneath, looking at the job details.

Daisy nodded, threw on a short sundress and sandals, grabbed the smartphone and left. Cindy sighed, clicked accept, and opened a text file on the job. Translations weren’t her favorite work (she preferred drawing and writing stories), but it was the most stable income option right now.

Five hours, one text, and two masturbatory orgasms later, as Daisy went to her shift, Cindy decided to take a lunch break. She hesitated between fried eggs and instant noodles, and the noodles won out.

As she waited for the water to boil and the noodles to cook, Cindy lazily browsed social networks. One of the trash ads caught her eye. Cindy raised an eyebrow. Uber Sluts? Who would be so bold as to steal the name of a famous taxi service? And the logo font was the same as the original Uber ... Cindy frowned and clicked on the ad to see more.

In the next moment, she raised both of her eyebrows. This was the real original Uber! They were starting a new service. It was based on the same principle as their taxi service, and they were advertising it. And, as the name said, it was about providing easy paid sex services.

Cindy clicked “more”.

Well ... The principle was the same. Anyone can register to offer services, customers send their requests, the app quickly matches them with the nearest provider who has the mood and time to offer ... Everything like Uber, only ... the kind of services...

Cindy giggled, bookmarked the page, and sent the link to Daisy to make her friend laugh as well. Then she sat down to eat.

Noodles turned out spicy and tasty. Cindy ate calmly, then cleaned the dish and went back to work. Another translation request. Perfect. She needed money today to pay rent. Daisy will earn her tips at the restaurant tonight, but tips were never reliable.

Daisy returned at midnight, just as Cindy finished her third translation request and closed her tired eyes. They sent the payment to the landlord (and even had some money left over) and sat down to eat.

The restaurant allowed its employees to take home leftovers, so the girls often ate restaurant-quality food for free. This time, Daisy also brought several delicious dishes and two bottles of good wine, just barely started.

A little later, when they had finished the dishes and almost one of the bottles, they leaned against the wall and lit cigarettes.

“I could use a good fuck right now...” Cindy said dreamily, winking at Daisy.

Daisy shook her head and patted Cindy’s hand. “Sorry, I’m not in the mood for lesbian sex today. But I wouldn’t mind a man...”

“A man would do it, too!” Cindy nodded. “But where would we find him at this hour?”

They exchanged glances.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yep. Uber Sluts!”

“What do you think, are there men serving?”

“Let’s have a look!”

They installed the app on both of their phones - it was a real thing in the App Store, with a million downloads and a 4.8 rating! - and dove in.

Signing up was more like Tinder than Uber. They added photos, stated their age, gender and sexual preferences, and, giggling and trading suggestions, wrote a few sentences about themselves. That was it.

The main screen of the app was exactly like Uber’s, with the nearby map and a dozen green lights marking people available for service, only in a different color so as not to confuse it with taxi Uber. The request options were, of course, slightly different: on call, on site, or in a rented hotel room; a number of customers and the desired number of people serving the request; several checkboxes and a text field for special request details. The prices were surprisingly low.

“Of course!” Daisy laughed, lighting another cigarette. “These studs often pay money to fuck girls, and here they get paid to fuck! It’s a clear win-win for them!”

They decided to order a single man for a threesome with them.

“His place or ours?” asked Cindy as she filled out the request. She was a little afraid to invite an unknown man directly to their room.

“I’m not in the mood to go anywhere right now...” Daisy said. “Besides, this is Uber. If he does something bad to us, we’ll file a complaint, and they’d probably kill him.”

“Okay...” Cindy hit the “confirm” button.

They got their first match in five seconds. Cindy showed Daisy the photo: a handsome young man in his twenties, dark brown hair, clean shaven, white teeth, and a bright smile. He looked sweet and polite.

“Accept!”

They’ve sent him the directions to their apartment, and he promised to come right away. He did live in the same building, just a different entrance. The app even showed him moving on the map and his ETA, just like the Uber taxi!

Soon the doorbell rang and they let him in. He laughed when he saw two naked, beautiful girls - Cindy and Daisy had not bothered to dress up to meet him. He looked just as handsome as in the photos.

“My name is Jim,” he nodded.

“Cindy.” - “Daisy.”

“Can I use your shower first?”

“Be our guest. Be careful, our water heater goes crazy sometimes!”

Jim nodded, stripped and stepped into the shower. Cindy and Daisy admired his sexy buttocks and exchanged accusing glances. He looked good!

While he was showering, the girls found another wine glass. Jim stepped out of the shower, naked, fresh and already with an erection. They hugged, kissed, drank more wine, kissed again and went to bed.

It was fantastic, just fantastic! Jim came quickly the first time, but he was soon ready again, and then again, and again ... The last two times lasted wonderfully long. Cindy lost count of her orgasms somewhere around five, Daisy was moaning and thrashing beside her. Jim managed to satisfy them all perfectly. When it was all over, they crammed into the shower stall together, finished the bottle, then he thanked the girls politely and left, getting 5 stars and the rest of their money as a tip from them in the Uber Sluts app.

They also exchanged contacts. Daisy looked a little shy, like she was starting to fall in love. Cindy, on the other hand, was sure she wouldn’t call him. Yuck! Relationships! Sex is better with strangers.

“Wow! What a guy! I’m gonna go out with him...” Daisy sighed dreamily.

Cindy shrugged. “You’re welcome. Relationships aren’t for me, so I won’t bother you two.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know ... I guess I’m just picky. Men get boring to me after a while. Let’s sleep, I’m exhausted.”

They slept until late in the morning, then they had another day of work.

Over the next few weeks, they used Uber Sluts several more times, sometimes in their room and sometimes at men’s places. Once, after they figured out how to create the request, they joined the sex party night. Cindy also met girls a few times. The girls’ prices were higher than the men’s, as expected, but still several times less than the traditional slut services.

Cindy earned more translations, painted, and wrote some erotic stories that she posted anonymously on free and paid platforms. Daisy quit her job at the restaurant and found a job as a part-time secretary - just as exhausting, but with better pay and no walking forty kilometers a day. Daisy and Jim were seeing each other, sometimes spending the night together, but she still wasn’t ready to commit and move in with him permanently.

One day, when Daisy had a day off and Cindy decided to skip work as well, they cuddled in bed and talked lazily.

“I wonder...” Cindy said. “Why not sign up for the Uber Slut service myself? If I like fucking strangers anyway, why not get paid for it instead of paying myself...”

Daisy looked at Cindy thoughtfully. “I dunno ... These service men have been verified by Uber. As a slut, you could be hired by anyone ... How do you feel about totally random strangers? You don’t know who you might end up with...”

Cindy shrugged. “Maybe I’ll give it a try, just to see how it feels. I’m curious!”

“I’ll pass,” Daisy shook her head. “At least for a while. I’ll see how it goes for you first.”

Cindy picked up her smartphone and dialed in. Daisy looked over her shoulder with interest. As expected, there was a large Terms of Service text to agree to and an extended registration. Cindy entered her tax ID and contact information, expanded her description, added several nude photos of herself, and began ticking off the list of sex services she was willing to provide. The list was extensive, ranging from simple kissing to such intense BDSM options that both girls shuddered just at the brief descriptions.