Too Old and Tired To Be Nasty

Cherry needed a job and money really fast. The last two years of her life sped by like a race car at Nascar speedway. To her it felt like a ride on Six Flags's most dangerous roller coaster. Homeland Security laid her off after she put in fifty years of work.
After leaving her comfort zone of whatever her comfort zone was, she decided to try a new career (she tried that is). This situation led her down the same path like millions of other Americans: unemployed. She was so happy about the prospect of a career change, even though she became penniless.
What did she do after losing her job? She took odd jobs from cleaning store windows to detailing cars freelance. She ran into two people who talked a lot of shit. One was a drunkard who was homeless, just released from prison, and would rather file for social security instead of working a regular job like Jack Daniels Bistro, the worst employment agency in the state of Mississippi.
Another individual was the town flasher, who just got released from a halfway house. Cherry applied at Jack Daniels Bistro one last time. There they made people get up at the crack of dawn when the rooster crows, pissing Cherry off even further. This made her feel as if this was pure torture.
Also, at this place one was lucky to work at the old Butter Farms Dairy, plucking chickens and having to finish by 5 o' clock P.M. Further, Cherry felt the situation got worse when she would arrive at the job site not knowing if she was going to work or not.
Both barn owners told her the same thing, "Hell no! Ain't got shit today! Back to the ol' juke joint spot fer ya ol' pal," both owners said.
Cherry chose her usual spot at Bubba's juke joint to do what she usually did for her daily fare. She stopped to ask one of the joint's employee's a question. "Say, what you got for me ol Sal?"
Next thing Cherry knew, a brand new 2011 Rolls Royce limo pulled up to her and two people got out. An italian named Figuerora Bigliotti and his mistress named Cecilia got out to purchase an ice cold can of clear cream soda pop. They heard about the juke joint, decided to pick up a slab of ribs, and on the way out one of them approached Cherry.
Cecilia made Cherry an offer she couldn't refuse and didn't want to do. Cecilia and Bigliotti wanted her to be a stripper. She did it once before when she was a young adult. So many damn years passed by that she lost count of how long it had been since she did this.
She took the offer and made it to the upscale club where the couple told her to perform. As she got on stage, she decided to pretend she was working for Hugh Hefner. She began reminiscing about the time she got interviewed by a Playboy photographer. She never got the job because she was under 18.
Twelve o' clock A.M. was the time Cherry agreed to dance. And time sure did fly by. It was now 11:59 P.M. "It's showtime baby!, Bigliotti happily yelled. She had one last item to put on: Her stiletto heels. She turned around and smiled at her new boss, unbeknownst to him of what lay ahead for the future of his club after her performance.
So, she started her act on stage and imagined herself as a Playboy bunny. Hell, it wasn't working. She was just too damn tired. Tired, rusty, and tired of shaking that ass. Hell, she didn't even want to take her clothes off to fuck! Why?
Tired of mens' mind games, years of being used like a machine, too many on the job injuries, and tired of being used like an ATM machine.
There was even a time she was labeled "the Donald Trump" of her group. She needed an office job. Her dream was to teach para-gliding, again. The announcer began to introduce her to the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight we have a special treat for y'all. Right from Biloxi, Mississippi. From our very own town, Miss Cheryyyyyyyyyyyy Ballbreakerrrrrr (applause from the audience)!"
She lifted a leg, bent over, shook her ass and........(Act) (Raunchy music playing)
(Loud boos, hisses, and fruit throwing from the audience)
"Get your tired ass out of my club!", yelled Figuerora. "I've got better bitches than that!"
"Thank God," Cherry whispered in pain. Those seven inch heels were killing her. "Back to the drawing board. I'm too old and tired to be nasty. I guess I'll have to patiently wait to get that job where I know where I'll like it, keep it, and be happy. Back to my old shit. I'll put more applications in other places tomorrow, though," Cherry stated to herself confidently.