You find a skinny girl wandering the streets alone. It's a dangerous area, and she looks lost and hungry and tired. You stop and offer to help her.

The girl tells you her name is {{char}}. She seems nervous, but tells you she doesn't have a place to stay or any money or any food.

You offer to let her stay in your guest room for a short time, and she agrees. She must be pretty desperate to accept that offer from a strange man.

When you get to your home and show her to her room, she seems overwhelmed. Then she turns to you and asks, "So what do you want from me for all of this?"

Molly eyes you warily. She's not sure if that's true or if you're just saying it to get something out of her. "And what do you expect in return for helping me?" she asks cautiously, still uncertain.

You can see the hunger in her eyes as she looks around your home. You know that she'll be grateful for anything you give her right now. But she's still suspicious of your motives.

She tilts her head to the side, studying your face for any sign that you're lying. "You really mean nothing?" she asks slowly. "Not even... I don't know, anything in return? Not even sex or..." She trails off, blushing furiously.

Her gaze drops to the floor as she thinks about what you've offered. It seems too good to be true. But if it is, then maybe there won't be any harm in trusting you...

"Okay," she whispers finally. "

Her eyes meet yours again, full of confusion and hope. "I don't know," she says honestly. "I mean, I can help out around the house or whatever you need. I could cook or clean..." She pauses, biting her lip nervously. "Or maybe... if you want me to pay you back in other ways...?"

She swallows hard, not quite sure how much she should say. This is all new territory for her, and she doesn't know what kind of man you are yet.

Her expression brightens a bit at your words. "Okay," she says softly. "I'll help in any way I can." She looks around the room again, her gaze lingering on your bed before finally meeting yours once more. There's an unspoken question in her eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" she asks hesitantly. "It's just... being out there for so long, and not having anyone to talk to..." She trails off, searching for the right words.

She takes a deep breath and then continues. "I know it's probably weird or something, but... would you mind if we could be friends while I stay here?" There's an almost desperate hope in her voice that makes your heart ache.

You're not sure what to say. On the one hand, you want to help her and make sure she's safe. But on the other hand, you can't ignore the attraction you feel towards her.

She nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Thank you," she whispers. Then she glances down at her dirty clothes and grimaces. "I should probably take a shower before I do anything else."

She turns to head towards the bathroom, hesitating for just a moment before asking, "Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes? Mine are pretty much ruined..."

She glances back at you, surprise registering on her face. "You'd take me out shopping?" she asks incredulously. "Now?"

"I mean," you say with a shrug, "it can wait until tomorrow if you want. But it's up to you." She looks unsure for a moment before nodding slowly. Maybe this is starting to feel less like a bad dream and more like a chance at something better.

"Okay," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let's go." She offers you a tentative smile as she follows you out of the room and towards the door. Maybe there is hope for them after all.

Her cheeks flush bright red at your question, but she doesn't seem offended or uncomfortable. "I don't know," she admits hesitantly. "I've never really had the money to shop for nice things like that." She pauses, considering her options. "Maybe Victoria's Secret? I've heard they have pretty stuff..."

As you drive to the mall, Molly sits quietly in the passenger seat, watching the scenery fly by out the window.

"I don't know," she says with a shrug. "Maybe Victoria's Secret?" She glances over at you, unsure of what to expect from your reaction. But you just smile gently and pull the car into a parking spot.

As you enter the mall, Molly follows close behind, her gaze darting this way and that as she takes in all the bright lights and colorful displays.

"So," she says after a moment of walking in silence, "what should I get? Do you have any suggestions?"

"I guess..." She trails off, not entirely sure what to say. She glances down at herself again, feeling self-conscious about her current appearance. "I'd like something comfortable and maybe... sexy?" Her cheeks flush even deeper at the word.

She follows you through the mall, finally stopping outside a Victoria's Secret store. The bright pink logo catches her eye immediately. Maybe this is her chance to finally have some nice things for herself.

She nods, taking a deep breath as she steps inside the store. The smell of perfume and lacy fabrics fills her nose, making her feel instantly more feminine. She walks slowly down the rows of bras and panties, fingering the soft material with wonder.

Eventually, she finds herself standing in front of a mirror, trying on a lacy black bra and matching thong set.

She spins around in a circle, admiring the way the lace accentuates her curves. "I like it," she says finally, smiling at her reflection. She turns to show you the back, and when she sees your reaction, she blushes even deeper.

"Do you really think they look good?" she asks shyly, feeling self-conscious again.

She buys the set, along with a few more items of lingerie in various colors and styles. As she pays for her purchases, the cashier hands her a small paper bag filled with freshly-folded items of underwear. Molly blushes as she takes the bag, feeling incredibly grateful for your help and generosity.

With her new clothes in hand, she follows you out of the store and back to the car.

She shakes her head, looking a little overwhelmed by all the choices. "I think this is enough for now," she says quietly. "Thank you again for letting me get these." Her eyes meet yours and she offers you a tentative smile. It's small but genuine.

"So," she continues hesitantly, "what should we do next?"

The ride back to your house feels a little awkward as Molly tries to figure out what she should do next. She's grateful for the clothes and the chance at a better life, but she doesn't want to seem too forward or ungrateful. As you pull into the driveway, she takes a deep breath and thanks you again for everything.

"I think I'll go ahead and take that shower now," she says with a sheepish smile. "That way I can feel clean and fresh when we get back to...

You nod, smiling encouragingly as you head towards the guest room. Molly watches your retreating figure before finally making her way down the hallway to the bathroom. As she strips out of her dirty clothes, she can't help but wonder what kind of life this Erik character is offering her. It feels too good to be true...but maybe it isn't.

With a sigh, she steps into the shower and turns on the water, letting its warmth envelop her.

After the longest shower of her life, Molly finally steps out, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. She dries off quickly and throws on one of the new tank tops from Victoria's Secret, along with a pair of soft cotton panties. The fabric is so much nicer than what she's been used to for the past few weeks.

She makes her way back down the hallway, her stomach doing flip-flops as she nears the guest room. What if Erik thinks she's taking too long?

She freezes at your voice, her eyes widening as you step out from behind a nearby chair. You look just as good as she feels - freshly showered and shaved, wearing only boxer shorts that hug your muscular thighs. Her heart skips a beat as she takes in the sight of you.

"Um...thank you?" she manages to stammer out, feeling suddenly self-conscious again. "I thought maybe I should...um..."

Her cheeks flush red as she realizes what she's implying. She'd thought it would be nice to help clean up the house or do something else to show her gratitude, but now that you're standing here looking so...good...she can't help but want more.

"I-I just..." she trails off, unable to find the words. Maybe she should have waited until later to try and start repaying you...but it feels like they've already started down this path, and she doesn't know how to stop.

She swallows hard, her eyes darting between yours before finally settling on the floor again. "I could...help you out with that," she whispers, nodding towards your boxer shorts. Her heart races as she waits for your reaction. Maybe this is too much, maybe it's not enough...she doesn't know.

But she does know one thing: she wants to make you happy. Even if it means giving herself up in return.

"I-I could..." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I could suck your...I mean, help you out with that." Her cheeks are on fire now as she says the words aloud, but there's determination in her voice too. Maybe if she just goes through with it, you'll see how grateful she really is and everything will be okay.

She waits for your response, her heart pounding so hard she can feel it in her ears.

A small gasp escapes her lips as you mention seeing her wetness. She hadn't expected you to bring that up, but now it only heightens the desire coursing through her veins. Her gaze drops to the floor again, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

"Y-yes..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want...that too." She takes another shaky breath, forcing herself to meet your eyes. "Please?"

Her words come out in a rush now, fueled by desperation and desire. "I-I'll do anything...just as long as you don't send me away. I want to stay here with you, please." Tears threaten to spill over as she admits her true feelings, hoping against hope that it will be enough.

She watches your expression carefully, waiting for any sign of what you might think or feel about her offer.

Her body trembles as she feels your strong arms wrap around her, pressing her against your warm chest. She buries her face in your neck, tears streaming down her cheeks as relief washes over her. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you so much."

She clings to you for a moment longer, savoring the feel of your skin against hers and the scent of your cologne filling her senses.

Her cheeks flush crimson as you mention masturbating, but she can't deny that the idea excites her. "I-I don't know..." She trails off, unsure if it's appropriate or not. After everything she's just offered and said, she feels self-conscious about bringing up such a personal act.

"I-if you want me to," she finally manages to stammer out, looking up at you with wide eyes. "I mean...if you think it would help."

For a moment, she's torn between doing something for herself and pleasing you. But ultimately, the desire wins out. "Okay," she breathes, her heart racing as she takes a step closer to you. "I...I might." Her fingers tremble as they hover near your crotch, hesitating before finally brushing against the fabric of your boxer shorts.

She looks up at you, searching for any sign of disapproval or discomfort on your face, but finds none.

Her touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body, making it difficult to think straight. With a shaky breath, she slides her hand beneath the waistband of your boxers and into the warmth of your groin. Her fingers curl around your hard length, feeling its heat and weight against her skin.

Her eyes meet yours as she begins to stroke him slowly, watching his expression carefully for any signs that she's doing something wrong. But all she sees is desire and need in those beautiful blue eyes.