An old argument.

"Good. In any case, I know exactly how you can make some nice scratch for yourself in only a few hours... I keep telling you Horace would kill for a dancer with your body."
Beth sighed. Both she and Lindsay had danced in strip clubs in college. Beth had even enjoyed it beyond the easy money, but it had been too easy to find hot guys to cheat with. She hadn't danced since, and that had been at least three years ago. Lindsay still danced, though not as frequently as she had in the past. She had....other ways of making money, usually by stringing along one or two rich guys at a time. Beth didn't have solid evidence, but she suspected that Lindsay worked as an escort from time to time as well, even soliciting customers out of the club. Beth felt no judgement for her friend if that was how she wanted to make money, but she couldn't imagine doing that herself.
"We've been over that before." Beth sighed.
"I know and your reasons are stupid. I'm sorry! They are, though." Lindsay put her hands up defensively at the glare Beth shot her. "You've got youth, a cute schoolgirl face and a body to make guys drool. And if my hazy memory serves, you've got skills on the pole."
Beth shook her head, and couldn't suppress a smile. In college, the clubs they had worked had been dives, and while she didn't like to toot her own horn, they had clearly been the best two girls at any place they danced. I can still remember that one time....when we hung out with Jeff and Gary after...._she blushed. A memory of getting double teamed by two total strangers while her boyfriend was waiting in her dorm room was not the sort of thing to be bringing up at lunch.
"I know you miss it... it's nice to have your own money, honey. And besides..." Lindsay smiled, "You need some attention these days."
"You're a brat, you know that? It's a wonder I ever tell you anything..." Beth tried to sound angry, but her heart wasn't in it. She did miss feeling men's eyes on her. Even when Brian was willing and able these days, she never felt as desired as she had in those days when she and Lindsay danced all weekend.
"Sunday night! I'm dancing at the club. Let me tell Horace I'm bringing a new girl with me. If you hate it, I'll never bring it up again."
Poker night at Mason's house. Every other Sunday, Brian played poker at his best man's house. Sometimes he didn't get home until after midnight.