It was 8:55, and Sasha was scared. He could feel the eyes of bad-looking people on him, piercing through the thin mesh of his top. He checked his phone, trying to distract himself until Jenia arrived.
At 9:02, there was still no sign of Jenia. "God, where is she?" A car pulled up next to him, and the window rolled down. A man leaned out, his eyes roving over Sasha with a lecherous grin.
"How much?"
"Uh?" Sasha responded, caught off guard by the question.
The man made a kissing sound. "Come on, honey, don't play hard to get. How much for a quickie?"
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Lara Lynn