I have to sell some of this crap. My floor is probably the best place to start. I walk up to room 206 and ring the buzzer. Marie answers.

"Oh, hello Mr. Hyde," she says.

"Hey, how are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm…alright. What do you want?"

"I was just wondering how you are."

"Really?" She looks surprised, and then she smiles a little.

"What?"

"I thought so," she says.

"Thought what?" I shift on my heels. Marie smiles more and looks down.

"You care about me," she says quietly.

"Maybe a little."

"Tell me something, Mr. Hyde; you must know what it's like to be lonely? You have nobody in your life, I know that. How do you get on?"

I shrug. "I guess it's just always been this way for me."

"It's easier because you're a man," Marie says. Her smile fades, and she begins to look sad. Frightened, even.

"What's easier? Being lonely? I don't think so."

"No; staying safe when you're alone."

"Oh. Well. I guess."

A door at near the end of the hallway opens, and Tony steps out. He waves at me, but before I can acknowledge him, Marie interrupts and grabs my shoulder. "Let's talk inside my room."

Without having time to voice an opinion either way, she whisks me into 206. I watch her lock the door behind us as I make my way into the center of the room. She still hasn't started packing yet.

"So what's going on?" I ask. I put my hands in my pockets. Marie walks over and gets a little too close for comfort.

"As I was saying," she begins. "It's easier to stay safe when you're a man, if you're
living alone. It probably doesn't worry you at all."

"Of course not, but that has nothing to do with my gender."

"Oh? How come?"

"I can defend myself, plus nobody wants to hurt me." I pause and look down at Marie's face. She's staring at me with a look of complete helplessness. "Are there people who want to hurt you?" I ask her.

She seems a little apprehensive at first, but then she finally tells me; "I don't know, Mr. Hyde. I'm just afraid of something happening. What would I do? I can't sleep at night. I keep thinking someone's going to break in."

Ah. That gives me an idea.

"What could you do to improve the situation?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"I don't know. I really don't know."

"Well, let's do something about it." I go to get some of the Red Crown items, but Marie grabs my wrist. Her hand is cold and shaking. She stares at me.

"Do what?" Her voice suddenly changes tone. It's now sounding sultry. I'm confused.

"Um. Something to keep you safer," I try to spit out. Marie presses her body up against mine, keeping a steady gaze in my eyes. Her breasts are small but they're firm. They're probably not bad to suck on.

"Can you, Mr. Hyde?" She asks. "Can you keep me safer?"

There's no sense fighting temptation. I release my wrist from her grip with ease, and I put my arms around her thin waist. I pull her close to me and press my nose against hers.

"Yeah," I whisper to her. "I can."

Marie looks pleased. She closes her eyes and puckers her lips. I guess she's expecting me to kiss her.

"But what's in it for me?" I ask.

She remains calm, her eyes still closed, and a devious smile flashes across her face. "What do you want?" she asks me.

"Whatever you're willing to offer."

Marie nods, and she slowly lowers herself down onto her knees. My heart is beating fast. She unbuttons my suit jacket and slips it off of my arms. I work with her, keeping my body loose. She unbuckles my belt and drops my fly. It's been a long time since I had treatment like this.

"Nobody's forcing you to do any of this," I remind her. She looks up at me with big, innocent eyes. It just occurs to me that she has a great head face.

"It's fine," she says very quietly. "I want to."

Marie's hands spread apart each side of my zipper, and she runs a finger down my boxers. It's getting tight on air inside there. She knows. She pops out the button from the front and brandishes my firm cock.

"Bigger than I thought," she giggles.

"What do you mean?" I ask, feeling a little insulted. "Thought I was a small man?"

"No, no!" She protests. "I just didn't expect it to be THIS big."

"Can you handle it?"

"Yeah."

Marie wraps her right hand around the base of my dick, and she runs her tongue along the bottom, all the way up to the tip. Her mouth is so wet and warm, I damn near melt into her. It's been so long since I've had any kind of sex that it won't take me long at all.

She teases my head; she tends tiny flicks of her tongue over the most sensitive areas. She really knows what she's doing. Her lips wrap around the very end. She sucks gently. I think I'm moaning a lot more than I realize. It's really feeling great.

Her lips slowly reach closer to my body. She takes more and more of my cock into her mouth, rubbing it all over with her tongue as she works. I put my hands on the back on her head and run my fingers through her hair. It's softer than I had expected. I secretly want to face-fuck her hard.

She begins to jerk the base of my dick. A lot of spit is running along it, and the whole thing is getting messy. She's swallowing some pre-cum every so often. I roll my head back and grab her hair a little.

"Holy shit," I moan. She giggles around the meat in her mouth.

I'm having difficulty containing myself. Her mouth is working my dick so well that I'm about to climax. My hands tremble. I grip her head. She doesn't seem to mind. I start thrusting into her mouth, holding her head still but firm. She's still sucking me great. My orgasm is approaching. I can't hold back. I deep throat her hard and push her face against my body. The sweet chaos of climax hits, and I shoot my load somewhere deep inside her mouth. She doesn't complain at all.

My body sways and sighs, and my cock shrinks. Marie swallows, wipes her mouth on her sleeve, and nicely wraps my package back up. I hobble over onto the sofa and flop down. My heart is fluttering. My legs are melting.

"I think I got more out of that than you did," I say.

"No."

"Oh? How d'you figure?"

"I've just been lonely." Marie looks away. She walks to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of water. "You can leave if you'd like."

I feel sort of bad. I don't want to use her just for sex. I do care a little about her.

"Will you feel better if I stay the night here? Even just on the sofa. Would that help?" I ask. She looks at me. I think she's about to cry. "What's wrong?"

Marie walks over to the sofa I'm on and sits down beside me. She puts her arms around my shoulders and rests her head on my chest.

"What's wrong?" I repeat.

"You really are a nice guy."