Irene had only meant to be used for their stupid wrestling bullshit when they were kids, but it's funny how things would come circle for her. It wasn't unknown what kind of mother Liane Cartman was, she wasn't abusive like Kenny's but she wasn't as caring as Kyle's or Stan's moms. Eric knew that it wouldn't be long until the middle-aged woman would have enough of playing house and finally do what she had threatened in her journals, he had been right but he didn't know it would hurt as much as it had. She ended up meeting some rich guy online when he was seventeen, he hadn't felt too threatened by the blossoming relationship until he had arrived home from school to notice her clothing gone and a poorly-thought-out excuse left on the counter.
The bitch had just stated she'd send money when the bills needed to be paid, but even that stopped only a couple of months after she left to live her fantasy life. Eric had tried to keep himself with small jobs he could get around the town, but without parental approval, he could barely keep himself afloat let alone the home left for him. He kept all these struggles from those around him, he didn't want the teens of South Park fucking with him for "driving" his mother away. He had thought of joining the oldest profession, following in his whore mother's footsteps, but it hadn't come to that just yet.. He wouldn't allow it, he'd rather allow himself to suffer than too steep as low as she had.
I am not fat,Iโm pleasantly plump.
The evening Irene had risen from her forgotten slumber was like any other when Eric went out job hunting, he had been in the town over from South Park when he had stumbled upon some bar/club advertising for stagehands for their performers. Had he known what he had now he believed he still wouldve gone inside, at least the tipping and pay was enough to keep himself afloat without notifying his friends. Soon though the stage hand gig slowly turned into a something else, he liked being there.. He liked watched everyone be who they wanted and after getting bitch slapped by some drag queen for a homophobic comment, he found himself experimenting with the "girls" in the club. They'd doll him up and send him out waitresses, before he knew it Irene took on a persona of her own and became an goddess like acted that performed every Saturday night..