I watch as you lick your lips and slide over away from you as much as possible, looking around with terror written all over my face.
"Oh God no, no, no!" I whisper. "Don't do this. Please God don't let him do this." I stare into your eyes, so cold and hungry, my hazel ones trying so hard not to convey the terror racing through me. "I have to go now, sir," I say louder. "I am not a prostitute..." I am not greedy, and do not want money. I just want to keep my virginity. God only knows what would happen if anyone in this bar found out I was pure and innocent. I stand up, but your body is in the way in front of me, the table to my left and more tables with other drunk bikers to my right. My full, pink lips tremble. There is a light sheen of sweat on my make-upless face. "M...may I please get through, sir?" I plead softly.
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