Immoral Passions

A bad day for Irene

It was Sunday today and Irene was in her signature stripper attire, doing her job in the club. It was already 6 pm and she expected Wendy to come at the club at 7 like always.

While she was dancing sensually by the pole, she saw Yeri approaching her, whispering something from a few feet.

Irene frowned, stopping her dance as she walked over towards the manager who looked bothered.

"What's up?," Irene asked.

"Donghae.. wants to see you," Yeri said, pointing at the direction of the boss's room.

Irene who was confused, nodded and started to make her way towards the office. She was taking slow steps, wondering if she had done something wrong.

When she reached the office, she knocked on the door twice before entering and closing it almost immediately.

"Sit," Donghae ordered in a commanding tone.

Irene looked over at the boss and nodded, sitting across him on the table. She patted her leg, waiting for the reason she was called in.

"What is that?," Donghae asked, pointing at the band-aid on Irene's arm.

"I.. burned myself," Irene lied, cursing herself for hesitating in the middle.

Donghae raised his eyebrow suspiciously as he stood up and came towards Irene, standing right beside her while leaning on the desk.

He ripped off the band-aid at once, receiving a wince of pain and flinch from the stripper.

"Doesn't look like a burn mark," Donghae said in a smirk as he held Irene's arm forcefully.

Irene frowned, holding Donghae's forearm to make him let go. From the looks of it, he was very very mad.

"Lying to me now?," Donghae asked, now getting his other hand to Irene's neck, almost choking her.

Irene whose face was red from struggling to breathe felt tears pricking her eyes. She was always weak when it came to Donghae. The man knew everything about her and controlled her like she was a puppet, all his to play with.

"Did your newest client do this?," Donghae asked furiously as he let go off the stripper completely.

Irene got her shaky hands to her neck, panting hard to get some air in her system. She wanted to run away.

"N-No.. the person.. yesterday..," Irene lied, looking down at her shivering thighs. There was no way she can involve Wendy in this.

"Hmm.. makes sense.. it looks very recent," Donghae said as he sighed.

"Jennie came by yesterday to see me.. wanted to get a slot with you," Donghae said.

Irene's face turned pale hearing her crazy ex client's name. She looked up at him, praying for Donghae to not know that her and Wendy meet outside of the club too.

"I said it isn't in my hands," Donghae simply said, indicating that Irene's slots are already full. There was a limit which was put on her slut hours and activities and Irene was already over doing herself.

"And we'll let her know if any day is free in the future," Donghae completed, now looking at his phone.

Irene who was still shaky, nodded, looking at her sweaty fidgety hands. She wanted to get out of here already.

"Who do you prefer? Wendy or.. Jennie?," Donghae asked after a few moments.

Irene closed her eyes tightly, wondering if this was a test for her. She didn't know what to say anymore. She couldn't choose because she had to be smart.