Distasteful clients are everywhere. Even more so when you\u2019re a freelancer for remote-based jobs \u2013 your clients won\u2019t hesitate at all being a creep from behind a screen. Some of my previous clients invited me to do a seemingly normal job. But once we started discussing the assignment, they showed their true colours. The worst part was that some of them fetishised me for my skin colour. My Clients Had Yellow Fever I had a photographer who wanted my help to write the preface for his photo book. That sounded like a good opportunity, and it would have been a new experience for me. The client wanted to communicate outside of the freelance working platform, and so we did. I used my business WhatsApp account, and we started talking. A few brief introductions and job descriptions later, he started telling me how he much he loves Asian culture. He complimented my writing skills, even though I hadn\u2019t written anything for him at that point. I thought he was just being nice and polite, so I went along with it. Our timezones were different, and soon I had to end our conversation for the night. He ended our exchanges with \u201cGoodnight princess \ud83d\ude09\u201d Throughout the job, he kept praising Asian girls, saying things like \u201cAsian girls are smart and sexy \u2013 not like air-headed girls who sell sex.\u201d He also asked for my address so that he could send me chocolates to thank me properly. Naturally I didn\u2019t tell him where I lived, but he soon asked for it again so that he could send me his completed photography book. I gave him my boyfriend\u2019s home address. Not as disgusting as you thought? Well, hang on because this story comes in multiple parts. Now, let me introduce you to the ultimate Yellow Fever Man. The Sugar Daddy Wannabe Let\u2019s call him Frodo. This client was from Sweden, and he hired me to write a crime-themed short story for him. I couldn\u2019t possibly work with just a story theme, and so I asked him for details. What did he want the story to be about? Frodo said he wanted a rape-themed story. \u201cMake the lead a smart Asian girl. In fact, make the story all about how she manages to outsmart the rapist.\u201d Then, he asked what I looked like. From that point onwards, Frodo made it clear that he had an Asian fetish. I had no issues with writing about how a girl can outsmart someone, so I accepted. WORST. MISTAKE. EVER. Soon, Frodo had more requests. He asked me to be super descriptive about the failed rape attempts. He wanted me to describe how he almost penetrated her. \u201cUse vulgar words. Describe the penis and the balls too.\u201d He kept emphasising how I was a smart and witty Asian girl in between these requests. I told him that I don\u2019t write adult material, and that I would only write based off our initial agreement \u2013 a story about how a girl outsmarts a rapist. I just wanted to finish the job and run off. I completed the job and ended the story with the lead girl clamping the rapist\u2019s testicles until it fell off. She then fed it to the rapist. I don\u2019t know why I wrote that to be honest. Maybe I was trying to scare him off. I was paid USD100 for that 5-page story. He Continued to Contact Me It wasn\u2019t long before he contacted me again. He asked if I was open to being paid to chat with him. He was willing to pay USD100 for me to chat with him for a week via e-mail. The money sounded good, and he made it clear that he was just a lonely old man looking for someone to talk to. I laid down the groundwork - no phone calls, no videos, no pictures. Plain text, normal, safe-for-work conversation via e-mail. He agreed. The deal sounded harmless and so I said okay, and he paid me upfront for the job. Frodo talked about politics, history, and random scientists. He jumped from one topic to another. Our exchanges went like this: \u201cWhat do you think about how World War II went? By the way, how many boyfriends did you have? Asian families don\u2019t like their children having many boyfriends, right? Also, I think that if women ruled a country, they would never get anything done because they are weak and too emotional. Prove me wrong.\u201d Yes, he was also sexist. I wanted to punch him through the screen. I Felt Nothing but Disgust for Him As our conversations went on, he started crossing more boundaries. He loved talking about his penis - how he was an old man and fat, so his penis was tiny. He had me guess how short it was. I\u2019m happy to reveal that it was a pitiful 3cm when erect (not that I saw it). He wanted to brag about his short penis. Well, let him brag then. He asked personal questions like what I did to please my boyfriend in bed, if I got wet down there when I exercised, and if I would show him pictures of my underwear if he paid extra for it. When I realized that ignoring those questions didn\u2019t stop him from asking more, I started replying angrily. I called him an old fat pervert with a shrimp for a cock. Next, I made fun of him for trying to chat me up and being so poor that he couldn\u2019t afford the smart Asian sugar baby he loved. I told him I was glad his wife left him because he was a disgusting human being whose brain can\u2019t even think about anything other than sex, and that I despised him. He kept telling me that he was old and can only ejaculate once a month, and I laughed at him for being old and impotent. I was verbally abusing him and bullying him, but I didn\u2019t care. Strangely, it didn\u2019t seem to disturb him either. Honestly, I wonder if he was one of those people who got off from being humiliated. To me, he broke his promise on what he would talk to me about, so my comments were fully justified. He Joked About Getting Thongs for His Daughter When I was angry, he would apologize and talk properly for a bit. At one point, he asked me for suggestions for a birthday gift for his daughter. I gave him my ideas, and he replied by telling me that his daughter would look stunning in a thong and that he should get her that. This wasn\u2019t just yellow fever anymore - it\u2019s downright disturbing. I kept insisting that if he just wanted to talk dirty with Asian girls, he should find some to talk to on cam sites. All he said was that those girls weren\u2019t smart, and that they weren\u2019t able to hold a proper discussion with him. I think he genuinely thought that he was a brilliant conversationalist. I went through a week with this disgusting man. Three days in, I started giving more excuses - \u201cI have an appointment at work\u201d, \u201cI feel sick. I\u2019m going to rest,\u201d and so on, just to be away from him. Experiencing This Once is Enough Once the week was over, I told him that I didn\u2019t want to deal with him anymore. I told him that he is a sick, perverted old man and that he needs help. Coping with these email exchanges for USD100 might have been easy money for some, but I realized that this simply wasn\u2019t something that I could bring myself to go through again. Every few months, he still sends me emails with new email addresses, but I ignore them all. I simply have no desire to ever talk to him again. For more articles on bad clients read Clients from Hell: Malaysians Reveal the Clients They Never Want to Work With, and Watch out for These 4 Signs \u2013 Your Freelance Client Could Be a Waste of Time.