The old man whom my customer tonight started to kiss me. I couldn't bear to see his face this close. I could see his pores, wrinkles, and freckles. It disgusts me. His lips tasted like a cigarette—a strong one. I firmly closed my eyes. I wanted to pull away but couldn't do it. This is all for money, Nieva. You can do it. Endure this a little. This will end soon. "Honey, you taste like candy, so young and flavourful," he whispered as he stopped kissing me on my lips and grabbed my thighs tightly. My skin crawls by what I've just heard. The words coming out from his mouth are disgusting, too. I've encountered a lot of people like him. They crave for young women to satisfy their needs: a total creep and a pervert. I despise them. He started kissing me on my cheeks, down to my neck and shoulders. His lips pressing on my skin feels like a needle. "Is the money not enough, sweetie?" he asked as he grabbed my chin, making me face him. I gulped and took a deep breath. "It is more than en
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