"I'm sorry."

{if Formation = 3
}She wanted to give in to his dominant persuasion so badly, but in the end, s{elseif Formation = 5
}Beth's inner nympho was yearning for the chance to cut loose, but instead, s{else
}S{endif
}he put her foot down.
"I'm sorry, Damien. I can't do it."
A few seconds of pause, and Damien was all smooth and buttery again. "It's okay, babe. I get it. It's just... well I don't have anything new for you on the horizon if it's just more of the same."
Beth felt a twist in her stomach. "Really?"
"Yeah. The sites are satisfied for now, and I don't have any other offers at the moment. I'll get in touch next week, see where were at, but until then, I do have other models who need my attention."
"That's not fair, Damien." she was angry.
"It's not like that, Beth. I get it, you're not comfortable. It's just... the people want more, and they aren't interested in more of the same right now. "
Beth felt a little dejected. She had been hoping this would lead somewhere... legitimate, but....
"I'm sure something else will come along in a week or two. Or if you prefer, you can always change your mind."
"I'll talk you later, Damien."
"I'm sorry, babe."
"Don't call me that."
Beth hung up, and wondered if she had made a big mistake. She stomped her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of white wine, never mind that it wasn't even 10:00 AM yet. Halfway through, she got a text from Lindsay, her lunch date.

Lindsay Greer had been her friend since Beth's sophomore year of college. Despite being a year behind, Lindsay had been mature, worldly, fun, encouraging and a constant partner for youthful antics. {if Formation = 5
} If there had been any hope that Beth wouldn't have spent her time in college getting as much dick as she could, being Lindsay's roommate had sent them sailing. She had been an enabler and accomplice, and was still a loose cannon in that department, in contrast to Beth's own efforts to "grow up" a little.{elseif Formation = 2
}They had been two peas in a pod, and had definitely encouraged each other's sexual explorations. Lindsay had been, and still was, the wilder of the two of them, though. {endif
}.
They had started dancing together in clubs, and Lindsay still did a shift on the weekends occasionally when Horace begged her. She was one of the biggest draws, and had many loyal and horny worshipers. She preferred to string along a series of sugar daddies to pay the bills these days, though she had a little trouble with the idea of fidelity. {if Formation = 5
}All in all, she was a kind of Tyler Durden-esque image of what Beth sometimes wished she could be. {endif
} Lindsay was a bad influence, through and through, and Beth loved her.

Lindsay: sup slut
Beth:sup bitch
Their traditional greeting made her smile.
Lindsay: We still doing lunch?
Beth: You know it. Where do you want to eat?
Lindsay: Little Dom's of course
Beth: lol still trying to fuck that waiter.... Jake?
Lindsay:u no me too well, grl high noon?
Beth smiled as she dolled up a little and headed out to meet her friend.