New Work

I texted the old man. Too old, didn't even have any social account. He emailed me his address transferring some money in my account.

The next day, I followed the address and stopped before a large mansion with pool, garden, cars.

A patron approched to me. Getting my identity, he took me inside.

That old guy was beyond old, he was totally expired. I had sent him my photo earlier still he was observing me bottom to top like my PE teacher.

He looked into my eyes and smiled. He was hinting me to start conversation.

I swallowed my saliva, "You are..?"

"I'm an old guy," The old guy smiled again.

I awakardly smiled.

From his looks, he, undoubtedly was a great womanizier in his younger ages. With the money he has, he can still get many girls. He was rolling with his wheel chair.

"I'm bore here. Take me to a better place."

You have many sevents to do that.

A fake smile and I moved him around every corner of his large house.

He freed me after an hour of ride. A large dining table for two. I didn't eat that much delicious things in many years.

Then I was given a paper with instructions of my tasks :

Sleep beside him. What a pain. With his snoring, I couldn't even sleep at all. Though, It was a comfy large bed.

Play chess with him. I lost everytime.

Listen to his heroic tales. He used to recite his brave young age stories with proud.

This tasks weren't bad and I was enjoying my luxurious life.

After many day, he took me to a dimmy room. Lingerie and many other girly clothes were in the closet.

I was observing the clothes when he picked up one, reached out, handed me ordering to wear it.

Whaa.. he's thinking?

"Wear it."

The dress was flashy.

I threw it on that old guy's face, " You are..frowzy guy..I'm not doing it..no matter how much money you give."

Leaving the mansion in rage, I sat on a public bench. While looking at the moving busy people, I realized my pride won't let me sell my body. It's better starving.

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