You said no strings attached. You meant it.

You step back from her, then reach down and pull her to her feet as she looks at you with wary confusion.

"I said no obligations Tanya," you tell her firmly. "I meant it. Like I said, I've paid for three nights. Here's another twenty bucks. Go buy some groceries. Get yourself some decent food and rest and clean yourself up."

"Why are you doing this?" she asks, her face full of suspicion. "What do you want?"

"Just say that I'm paying it forward. Giving you a break when you need one. Here's my cell number. If you have any problems, call me. I won't promise that I can do anything, but I'll do my best."

She continues to regard you warily, her face not wanting to believe in kindness too soon, as though fearing a blow to follow. She's a pretty girl, you realise, slender and lithe. In better clothes she'd be hard to distinguish from the students of Pink Rose.

"How old are you Tanya?"

"I'm legal if that's what you're worried about. You can fuck me without getting a stat rape beef."

"That's not what I'm asking. If I wanted to fuck you, you'd be on the bed with your legs spread already, taking my cock like a bitch." Your sudden harshness shocks her, and she takes a step back her eyes darting from you to the bed and to the door. You chuckle and step back from her. "A minute ago you were on your knees, willing to suck my cock to thank me for the room, now you're panicking because I say what could happen, but isn't going to. Try trusting that I'm doing you a favour with no strings attached."

"I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I'm...I'm not used to people being kind. You're really nice...thank you...Kyle."

"Where's home Tanya?"

She looks at you, uncertain, her eyes starting to fill with tears, her chin wobbling as she struggles not to cry.

"Right now...it's here," she says with a little sob.