Stripper For A Wife

I scurried through the crowd, having gotten placards, whistles, and some cheering puff hats to support my sister as she played in her Inter-University game. I settled my items on my stadium seat and sang chants with the crowd supporting our college. Amelia was the Sapphic heart-throb on her team; she was so popular and charming she made many women question their sexuality. As soon as their team walked onto the pitch, roars of screams followed. Amelia and her teammates waved at the crowd. She threw a smirkish smile at the part of the crowd filled with girls, and most almost lost their footing. Their boyfriends wore displeased looks. Shameless, I shook my head. My sister chuckled at my disappointment when our eyes met. “Good luck,” I mouthed. Amelia nodded at me and ran her 5’11’’ self to catch up with her teammate. They soon gathered for some team spirit, and the game commenced. I sat restless as Amelia managed to steal the ball from the other team. She jolted into a fast race, dodging every opposition, and gave her teammate—and rumored girlfriend—the ball. Sophia invented hat-tricks on the spot; her teammates called her the queen of the field. She managed to fool the other team and hand it to the horse of the team, Amanda, the fastest on the team. She was so fast the wind tried to catch up. Amanda raced to the line, crossing it before the whistle blew. KLCA girl Ruby team had won again. I blew my whistle, waving my placard in celebration. “Go, go!” I yelled excitedly. If the team performed well enough, they would be scouted for the female state rugby team. I hoped Amelia would be drafted—she worked, literally lived, on the field trying to perfect her skills. Amelia heaved as she ran for some hydration. She exhaled deeply; I noticed she winced slightly, rubbing her chest. “Are you okay?” I mouthed. Amanda nodded, reassuring me. “Good luck!” I wished. Amanda rushed back to the field, their coach calling for a restrategizing. The game got more intense as their opposition had to make up for their lost points. “Amelia, here!” Sophia yelled. Amelia started a run across the field, but I noticed her steps faltering. That had never happened before. “Amelia!” Sophia yelled again, urgency in her voice. I feared something was wrong. Amelia tried to quicken her steps, but halfway across she froze and fell like a dead log of wood. Gasps filled the stadium; the game was stopped as health professionals flooded the field. I felt like my world had stopped. “Amelia,” I whispered, my voice faint as my legs ran out of my seat, rushing toward the field. I was stopped by some guards. “She is my sister! Let me go!” I yelled, my voice hoarse with desperation and salty tears burning my eyes. My sister’s body was placed on a stretcher as they found her unresponsive. They carried her out of the pitch, and I ran closely behind them. She had been healthy some time back — what happened? A health professional stopped me. “I’m sorry, you can’t come with us.” “I’m her sister. Her only guardian. I have to be with her. I need to know what happened to her.” “I’ll advise you to make it to the clinic yourself. Here’s the address. She needs to be resuscitated, so you can’t be allowed in the ambulance.” I froze. “What?” They zoomed off, leaving me standing there, confused. Today started out wonderful, and now I was faced with the white horror that I might lose my sister. I hurried to call a cab, following closely behind the ambulance. They had to bypass the traffic due to the emergency, and I was delayed. Once the driver finally got to the hospital, I ran like some lunatic into the ward where Amelia was kept. Tears fell down my face. I stopped to comprehend the sight in front of me. My sister was trapped on the bed, with a monitor recording her heart rate, her eyes closed and unconscious, multiple wires taped to her skin. “She was just fine a while ago,” I broke down into fresh tears, my chest hurting from how painful it was to watch Amelia go from healthy to a sick person. I cleared the strands of hair stuck to my face because of the sweat, I was running earlier. A footstep sounded behind me. “You must be Ophelia Woods, Amelia Joseph’s foster sister.” I turned to see a female doctor behind me. She was a surgeon. “Come with me.” The lady doctor smiled nicely at me and led me to her office. “I’m Maggie, a cardiothoracic surgeon, and I’ll be the one treating your sister.” I stared, worried. “Why does she need a cardiothoracic surgeon?” “Because your sister has a blood clot in her heart. She has a vascular condition that prevents her blood from flowing freely—her vessels are too narrow. Given how much she physically exerts herself, she pushed herself too hard, and it made her heart almost explode. She experienced heart failure.” “But Amelia has never complained of any heart issues—not even chest pain. She’s even healthier than I am.” “That’s what anybody would think. I’m sorry, Ms. Ophelia.” I cried into my sleeve, my chest hurting and my face red. “How can she get better?” “She needs surgery.” “What?” “The condition is that dire, and we need to get it done in three days. But there’s a hold-up. The school athlete insurance pulled your sister’s insurance. I also found out you two are not biological sisters.” “She’s my foster sister. We don’t have any parents or a desired income to get insurance.” How could they withdraw it at such a dire moment? “I’m sorry, Ms., there’s nothing I can do. After the third day, there’s no telling what her condition might be like. I’m scared she might not make it.” I wiped my tears and sat upright. “No, no. Nothing can happen to her. I want to see her get selected to play for the national team. How much is needed for the surgery?” I asked, worried. The doctor sighed and pushed a billed paper toward me. My eyes went to the bottom where the total was written. “One hundred thousand.” I gasped, my eyes bulging and my fingers trembling. Biting my lip, I stood from the office and left. *** I walked home dead in my soul, I dragged my body dragged lazily to the shiny lights housed by a strip club. I earlier saw a vacancy here. Working two job would never help me get a hundred thousand in three years but this was the highest paying job I could get. I weaved through the bodies of women and few younger women my age dressing up for their performance, their eyes were hard and unwelcoming followed me as I made my way into the manger’s office. I knocked and pushed the door open. He smiled upon seeing her. “Ophelia, right?” He was an aged fellow, his eyes disgusting followed my body from up to down. “Yes.” I mutter He dropped his cigar, and smirked. “You have a nice face. The body not so sure. Strip to your underwears.” I widened my eyes shocked at his request. “You must get rid of shame Ms Ophelia, this is a rather tough industry. We don’t sell timidiity here. You must be able to make men feel something.” I bit my lips holding back my tears and peeled off my jean revealing my cotton panties. I had a nice curvy shape, though on the slender side. My heart shape ass got most of the attention. My sweatshirt came off next. My bust was also on the slender side but big enough to make a fuller C-cup. “Some young body.” He smirked. “Come here.” I walked to him and bit back my tears as his hands roamed around my buttocks. He gave it a little slap and I withdrew from his touch, my tears falling uncontrollably now. I have never been this objectified. “You’ll get used to it. Find some matching thongs and bra. If you are able to get a client. I’ll decide whether you will be employed here.” I had some dancing experience and once danced contempoary ballet but it was useless in this setting. I walked along the stage, feeling cool air fan between my exposed cheeks. The spotlight found me and the sensual music started, I heaved gently mustering some courage. The little crowd were quiet at my arrival but I was determined, I reached up the pole and landed in a split, my chest tightened from fright I might fail. “This is for Amelia.” I muttered continously in my head. I broke into a slow whine, and when the tempo hit up a tweak. The music ended, while I was left breathless, there was no reaction. No money thrown on me like the others who had performed before me. The manger appeared unimpressed. It was all over. I could feel it, tears trickled down my cheeks. There’s no way I can save Amelia now. I was about to walk away in subtle shame when a deep bellowing voice echoed. “I want her.” I looked around and realized it wasn’t any of the men on the ground floor. My gaze followed the voice up and I saw it was a VVIP who rented out the whole gallery.