The Immigrant Girl

Los Angeles is the dream city for any girl with ambitions to live in a glamorous world full of luxury. But that doesn't apply to Iris Barcova.

The girl who had just turned twenty-two years old was living a pretty dark life. Stuck in a tempting offer, then ends up being a woman of comfort, providing pleasure to any man.

Tragic and bitter …

Arriving in a city that is famous for all the greatness in the entertainment industry, along with her family ten years ago, it was not that easy to struggle and live a decent life. They moved from a country full of economic conflicts at the time, Slovakia, in the hope of having more promising opportunities.

But the fact that happened was not as sweet as she expected. Her mother died in an accident, while her father is alive but has no legs. Now with her father's disability, Iris has to be the main support for the family, especially for her little brother.

Working as a prostitute at a young age and Iris sinks deeper into humiliation.

That night, the club's dim lights flickered wildly as the beat of the music grew faster. The entertainment seekers one by one left their drinking glasses and began to move according to the tempo of the song.

The hostess who worked for the club began to attract guests and spread to every corner.

Juarez is indeed famous for his cold hands in managing a five-star class hotel that also has the best club in the city of Los Angeles.

The comfort woman he chose was also the best selection. Within two years, Juarez managed to bring the hotel to be famous in the world of nightlife among other hotel lines.

From the ranks of women in his collection, Juarez has three mainstay women. Lori, Sherry, and Iris. These three women are not only beautiful but also the most charming. They are good at attracting guests with high skills, except for Iris of course.

The woman who has the most perfect physique is known for her quiet and cold character. Iris's distinctive European face clearly forms a classic beauty like no other.

The interest of all guests is always on her. Iris wasn't as skilled in bed as the other women in the club. Maybe her goddess-like beauty makes men infatuated, even her tame-tame dove arrogance is more challenging.

Unfortunately, the girl was always gloomy and didn't seem to enjoy her role. Unlike any other girls who are always flirtatious and wild, Iris tends to pull away and sit in silence.

That night, Iris was as usual the last to attend. As soon as she entered the club, several pairs of eyes turned to her.

With a calm and graceful demeanor, Iris stepped towards the table at the far end. The sleeveless red gown above the knee shows her seductive curves.

Big, round, and firm breasts with a slender waist and slender buttocks, confirmed Iris as a masterpiece of God that deserves to be highly appreciated.

Unfortunately, she had to fall into the valley of disgrace. Who doesn't want to get Iris? Even so, with various proposals to become a second woman and mistress, Iris flatly refused.

Being a pleasure entertainer, no matter how high the title is attached to her, she still feels humiliated!

Iris chose to stay single, with no relationship. Being free without being owned by anyone has been a firm principle she has held so far. Iris had never been in love before in her life.

None of them can attract her.

Because Iris knew, all men only wanted her body. Who still deigned to accept Iris? After so long in the profession as a prostitute, every man would probably feel disgusted to choose her as their wife.

Just as Iris sat down, the club manager approached and whispered to her. The woman nodded and went back to busying herself with her phone.

Not long after, there was a man who was quite famous as a national film producer. He greeted Iris and offered her a drink. The woman replied with a weak nod and a faint smile.

After a few minutes of boring small talk, the man who was almost middle-aged started groping her. Iris gently pushed the man's hand away.

"Sorry, you only get me to have a drink, Mr. Hernandez. If you want more than what we’re doing right now, please talk to the club manager first," Iris asked slowly but firmly.

"I-I can't stand just sitting around and drinking, Iris? Sleep with me, please?" asked Marten breathlessly. The man could not contain his own desire.

"Not tonight," Iris refused as she began to inch away.

"I can pay double your rate!" he cried trying to restrain Iris. The woman turned her head, though not completely, and didn't budge.

"What about my tips?" Iris asked.

She needs ten thousand dollars tonight for a very urgent need. Iris thought maybe she would ask more for a stingy guy like Marten Hernandez.

"I'll pay you whatever you ask for! A thousand dollars?" said Marten.

Iris sighed softly.

"Unfortunately, I need more than that. Sorry, excuse me," said Iris as she prepared to leave.

"Wait! Ok-ok! How much do you need?" persuaded Marten impatiently.

Iris weighed and now turned around completely.

"Ten thousand dollars for one serving!"

"What? Are you crazy? I can get ten girls for that price!" cried Marten. Iris really got up without any burden.

"It's okay if you can't afford it. Maybe next time, when you have that budget to get my service," Iris replied politely but her tone sounded disdainful.

Marten cursed softly and finally gave in. His desires were too high, and all this time Iris was always busy serving others. He accepted the nomination with an irritated look.

"I'll wait in the room," Iris said, still in a flat tone.

Marten nodded and immediately got up in a hurry.

Who could turn away the charms of a woman like Iris?

***

As expected, Marten only lasted five minutes. Iris got up and headed for the bathroom, leaving the old man sprawled out exhausted.

After bathing and cleaning her body, Iris immediately sauntered outside. Marten was already asleep and without waking her client, Iris took the pile of money they had agreed upon. Once the money was neatly tucked away in her bag, she headed for the door. Iris turned her head one last time.

"Stupid man," she muttered under her breath and opened the door without intending to close it again.

Her steps swung quickly towards the elevator in the middle of the corridor.

Her jaw tightened and her gaze was haughty. But actually, deep down inside, her heart screamed. Iris couldn't take days like this anymore.

The thought of a human-like Marten, who stinks and is also violent when she has to spend time with him in bed, sometimes makes Iris almost throw up. That disgust always afflicted her; she couldn't enjoy any bit of that intimacy.

On the way home, while in the taxi, Iris was crying silently.

Arriving in front of a two-story apartment in a slum area, Iris stepped inside with silent steps. Her father was probably asleep and Jan, her little brother, is not around.

Iris again flushed her body. When her complicated thoughts came back into her mind, under the shower the woman collapsed and slumped to the floor with her shoulders shaken.

Never imagined in her life to have to live such a dark and shameful life like this.

The beauty that Iris should be proud of, turned into a burden to her. When the urgent conditions had cornered her, doing this profession is the only option.

In the deepest recesses of her heart, Iris wished she was just an ordinary woman who had more opportunities to be happy and have a better life.

The beauty that she has, puts her as a beautiful woman who can destroy the men, who seek pleasure, overnight. Life doesn't treat herself fairly!

This is the dark life of Iris Barcova!