Immoral Passions

Irene

Irene lived alone in an apartment complex, not too far away from Wendy's private villa.

She had lost her parents when she was just 13 and has been struggling ever since. After being tossed around for 5 years in the foster system, she decided to live alone as none of the families which fostered her really wanted her.

But she was desperate. In need of money. Luckily, she happened to pass across a man during that time who gave a generous loan to her. Little did she know that this was the worst decision of her life. It was not at all lucky. It was unfortunate, unlucky, cruel.

She was mislead, made to sign a contract. A contract which changed her life. A contract which extended for 32 years of her service. A contract which made her a stripper. A slut. A contract which made her the girl which the biggest of the biggest businessmen hired. They loved her. They needed her. They desired her.

Because why not? She is a goddess. Her face, her body, her gaze. It is all magical, bewitching, appealing. She is by far the most high paid stripper in the city. Her demand, her worth, it's skyrocketing.

But every good thing has a negative side right? Hers is that she has to work off 32 years like this. Fucking men everyday. Seducing them to satisfy her bosses. The boss whom she had to pay her debt. Debt which she will be able to return in 32 years. No matter how much she works, no matter how hard and how many men she fucks in a day, it all came to 32 years. After some years of working aggressively for 3 years, she gave up. She knew she can't get out of the contract. She can't pay her debt early.

So, she started enjoying it. She started being the stripper she was. She started seducing men and loving every bit of it.

She stopped believing in love as she played this dangerous game.

Because people didn't love her. People loved her body, they loved the way she fucked them. They loved fucking her. They didn't love her heart. They loved her as a stripper. But now really, that's who she has become.

But even amongst all of this, she happened to find a friend whom she can trust. Yeri. The manager of Club Biz and also a 10% part owner of the club. They had been friends ever since Irene started to get famous in this dangerous world almost hidden from the real one.

Yeri, now 22 years old met Irene when she was 18. When she started working as the manager. Slowly but successfully, she got closer to the mysterious stripper. Knowing about Irene's past hurt Yeri. As much as she wanted to help Irene, it was out of her hands. The debt and cycle in which Irene was stuck seemed impossible to come out of. Even if they gather the money somehow after 10 more years, they knew their boss. They knew Donghae. Irene was his favourite. He would never let her go no matter how hard they tried. He would not let her run away. He would catch her and hit her until she came back. That's how Donghae is.

So now, they've both given up. Their only priority is to work as nicely and calmly as they can. Get Irene some high class clients who hire her for a good one day, fuck her and leave. No troubles. Just regularity. And to be honest, Irene loved playing with them. She was past that point to pity herself. She was past that point of blaming God. She was past that point of hating her parents.

She was cold. Inside and out.

"Here's your schedule for today," Yeri said, handing a sheet of paper to the older woman who was already dressed.

"Hmm Mr. Kim today right? Got it," Irene nodded, handing the sheet back to the manager.

"What happened that day? With Chanyeol?," Yeri asked, remembering the fuss made in the club at night. It's been a week since that incident and they all have been too busy to talk properly.