Telling her about the new photographer...

"So what would you like to talk about?" Lindsay asked, sipping her cosmopolitan.
"Well, it just so happens, I have exciting news..."
Beth proceeded to tell Lindsay about the email, and the phone call with Damien, and upcoming interview. Lindsay pulled out her phone during the conversation to look up Damien on Google.
"Ooh, Beth, he's cuuute...." Lindsay fawned over her phone.
"Well...okay that's not really what I care about..."
"His work is really good too...." she scrolled a bit, then stopped. "Beth....he shoots porn."
"I know... he mentioned that.... He does non-erotic work too."
"Yeah... but... he shoots a LOT of porn, Beth...." Her eyes widened as she kept scrolling... "...and sometimes he's in it...." she bit her lip.
"Well, like I said...I'm not really interested..."
"Suit yourself..." Lindsay sounded a little distracted. "He's got a nice dick..." that last was almost inaudible.
"Anyway... he wants to meet on {if PhotoDay = 0
} Tuesday. We're supposed to go to Brian's parents for dinner and to talk about wedding stuff. Hopefully it won't go too late in the day, or I'll have to meet Brian there."
"Girl, if he doesn't support you trying to advance your career, why are you even marrying him?" There was an edge to Lindsay's voice.
"Because I love him, Lindsay! And he does support me. I'm sure it won't be an issue."
"Sure." Lindsay didn't sound convinced. {else
} Wednesday. I just need to get my shift covered. Which means...I need to convince Seth to help me."
Lindsay snorted. "I bet if you sucked his dick, he'd cover it for you no sweat." Her grin told Beth she was joking, but not actually kidding.
{if Formation = 1
} For the ten-thousandth time in their friendship, Beth turned bright red at a lascivious comment from her best friend. "Lindsay! I would never...."
"Little Miss Prude again. Sometimes I wonder if you even suck Mr. Workaholic's cock..."
"I..." she choked a little. "I do that for Brian, you slut. I'm just not going to blow my manager to get a shift covered, okay?"
{elseif Formation = 3
} Beth tried to fight down a scenario forming in her head, of pleasuring her dominant boss to get what she wanted. She shook her head. "That'll be the day."
{elseif Formation = 5
}Beth laughed. "There was a time..." she didn't have to finish that sentence; Lindsay was fully aware. "I'm sure I can use my words." {else
}Beth shook her head in disgust. "Not going to happen."{endif
}
"Just saying, it'll get you what you want nine times out of ten, and it's fun besides." Lindsay was the same slut she'd always been. Beth actually found it comforting that she hadn't matured one iota in that department. Sex was nothing sacred to her.
"Even if I could, evein if I would, he'd never let me live it down the rest of the time I worked there. I'd be better off just quitting." {endif
}
They spent the rest of the meal with Lindsay shamelessly perusing Damien's more adult-oriented catalog, and trying to show Beth. When he brought the check, Jake invited both of them to hang out after work on his friend's boat, which Beth declined, since she had to work. She headed home around 2:00, to get ready.