Sinful
I breathed deeply and concentrated to avoid it as possible, but deep down I knew it wasn’t possible for a second.
“Oh, Mamacita, give us a show baby…” One babbled, her laced with some sex appeal, the kind I had always been afraid of.
“Kik, oh my peach… the girl’s pretty marked…” An unknown girly voice commented. “That’s called hard work!” And everyone fake-laughed, making me groan in agony, their awful remarks weren't appreciated by me.
"This hard work has many investors," She dragged, others hailed. “Where’s Anais? I wanna show her my artwork,” Everyone sang praises of her, I wasn’t looking at them but I sensed she must have done something ludicrous to earn that reaction.