"Don't tell me you will use that cheap stuff on my expensive suit. I want you to use something softer… Your hands," he said, eyeing me from head to toe. Now, he wasn't trying to hide his true intentions anymore, it was all written on his face, and it made me immediately want to throw up.
"Let go. I will pay for the suit." The man didn't budge, and I couldn't bear it any longer. He wanted to harass me and I was a fool to actually believe he was being nice.
"I don't need your money, angel. You're really beautiful and your skin is so soft and tender. Only your hands are qualified to wipe my suit."
Suddenly, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, then started caressing my arm with his palm. My face went pale and I started to pull away, but he wouldn't let me go. His grip on me was so tight that I couldn't breathe.
"Let me go! What are you doing? I will call the security guards if you don't let me go!"
