Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

By 8:15, the air thickened with tension, and a lanky guy in his 20s swaggered up, his grin greasy. "Hey, how much for you?" he asked, eyeing her like meat on display.

Her jaw clenched, fury flashing in her eyes. "Mind your damn words!" she snapped, voice sharp enough to cut glass.

He shrugged, unfazed. "What? Why are you standing here then? This is where the girls line up every night, waiting, y'know?"

Her stomach dropped, shock slamming into rage. "He sent me here for this?" The realization burned, her fists trembling as she glared at him.

"But, Damn, you're sexy as hell" he went on, oblivious. "I'd pay double, hell, triple, for you."

"Get lost!" she roared, and before he could blink, her foot shot up, nailing him square in the nuts. He crumpled, wheezing, and she stepped back, stunned at her own fire.

"G0d.. why are guys half my age drooling over me?" The thought twisted, half flattery, half disgust.

Fumbling for her phone, she fired off a text to the stalker, her fingers shaking with rage: "Is this why you sent me here? To parade me like some prostitute? Answer me, you bastard!"

Madhuri's phone stayed dead, and doubt crept in, "Did he ditch me?", but her craving held her, his roses, his words, her surrender too deep to flee. She waited standing there, covering herself and escaping stares from men passing by, their leers prickling her skin like thorns.

She lingered there, poised like a shadow in the neon glow, shawl clutched tight to shield her curves from the hungry stares of men drifting past.

Deep down, a thrill flickered in her, playing the part of a tease, a forbidden siren far from home, taunting them all with what they couldn't have. Her chin stayed high, her act ironclad; every guy who dared step close got a sharp "Back off!" or a withering glare, her rejection a steel wall.

Whispers circled, the price for her climbing, numbers tossed like bets: fifty thousand, a hundred thousand, more.

Her eyes widened at the figures, shock rippling through her, but beneath it, a quiet pride bloomed. "What are these numbers?" She buried the smirk, keeping her tough mask on, savoring the secret rush of power.