Built For Pleasure

Chapter 1

Stripper!

She is a stripper, that is what she is, she is a girl who entertains people for sexual pleasures, she entertains people with the sexual moves of her body, she is the girl who married women, mothers, and girlfriends despise because their men came to watch her strip, to watch her exposed body jiggle and dangle to the delight of the crowd.

 She had a wry grin on her face as she ruffled the stray strands of hair that lay just below her forehead as she took a few shallow breaths.

Her striptease was about to begin in five minutes, and she wasn't afraid to dance almost naked in front of men who admired her.

She wasn't ashamed of what she was doing, nor was she happy with it, but she had no choice but to do it because she had no other option. 

The little sum of money that she earned from her part-time job as a cashier in a grocery store was never enough to cover the cost of the medicine that her mother required. 

Her mother fell into a depression as a direct result of her father's abandoning the family when they were stranded and alone, and her brother became an addict as a direct result of their father's sudden disappearance; he had taken his bag and never returned back home to his family. Her father had abandoned the family when they were stranded and alone, which caused her mother to fall into depression. 

Because of what her father and brother did, she no longer believes that men can do even one good thing. Instead, she thinks men are weak and shy away from hard situations because of what they did. 

But stripping?

She and her mother's lives had both been spared thanks to stripping. She was able to give her mother, who was battling cancer at the time, the correct prescription, and she could clearly recall that day. 

When all of a sudden, when they were watching the well-known television series, she heard a low scream slip from her mother's lips. She turned to look at her mother. When she turned around to face her mother, she found her laying on the sofa, and her mother seemed to be very close to passing away. 

Her life had turned into a full circle of loneliness, and she was the only one who had to carry the many burdens that had built up. 

Her brother, who never considered it prudent to check in on his family, had been absent for some time. 

She could still recall strolling around the waiting room; they were the longest hours of her life since she did not know the outcome of her mother's condition. 

When the doctor came out of the operating room all of a sudden, the way he looked at her indicated that something was wrong. 

"What exactly is the matter, doctor, and how is she doing now?" 

Cathy asked the doctor questions while she looked at him with hope, hoping for the best. 

She is now receiving injections, and I also gave her some amnesia injections; together, they will help minimize her discomfort, and she will feel much better very soon. 

Cathy was aware of what the doctor had said, but she also understood that his last words were falsehoods and that he had just been attempting to console her. 

"Do you have any siblings that are older than you?"