Nina sat quietly in the passenger seat, clutching the 300 dollars Betty had lent her for the license. She had a hundred questions swirling in her mind, but above all, she trusted Betty, certain that whatever she was doing was in her best interest.
They drove through two intersections in silence before Betty finally broke it. "Do you know what kind of people work at strip clubs besides those, like me, who choose to dance for quick money?"
"You mean... some girls are forced into it?"
"That depends on how you define 'forced.' If you asked them, some might sound even more 'willing' than me."
"I don't get it."
Betty shot her a disdainful look. "You know, you're exactly the kind of woman I've always hated and envied the most. You grew up with every comfort, sheltered and safe, as if you wer
