Keith sat down next to me and we both stared when Melissa walked past the chair and sat on the coffee table directly in front of us. Keith started to speak, but stopped as she raised her right leg and made a show of crossing it over her left. When she did I caught a flash of black lace between her thighs. I lifted my eyes and found her big brown eyes focused on me. She gave me a nervous smile and when it was obvious she wasn't going to speak, Keith asked,

"What can we help you with Melissa?"

"Missy." She said again. "I want you to call me Missy tonight."

"Okay Missy." I said, "How can we help you?"

"Well," She looked down to her lap and I saw her hands were clasped together, her fingers appeared to be trembling, "I...I kind of think we can help each other."

"How's that?" Keith asked.

"I want to help my aunt and uncle stay where they are, and figure maybe if I help you guys, you'll help them."

"What do you mean help us?" I asked, confused.

Missy looked at me, then Keith. She swallowed nervously and when she continued I could hear a quiver in her voice.

"Like I told you when you left, I'll do anything to help Uncle John."

"Right." Keith agreed, "But I don't see what you can do for them."

"It's what I can do for you." Missy answered and leaning forward placed a hand on each of our knees. "Like I said, I'll do anything."

My heart started to beat faster and I felt a warm flush come over me. She was leaning over far enough that I caught a glimpse down her shirt and could see where her tan lines started just inside the black lace. I could also feel her hand shaking on my thigh and knew she was either excited or nervous. One look in her eyes told me she was nervous.

"I...don't know what you mean, Missy." Keith said as he gently took her wrist and removed her hand from his leg.

He shot me a look and I reluctantly did the same. I wasn't sure if she were serious or not, but we couldn't play this game this close to home.

"Yes you do," she nodded. "You know exactly what I mean and I'll," she took a deep breath and whispered, "I'll give you exactly what you want."

Turning to me, she again smiled nervously and added, "Both of you."

I jumped at the sensation of something touching my calf. I looked down to see Missy had slipped her shoe off and was rubbing her foot along my leg. I started mesmerized by the sight of her tanned foot against my fair skin. Her toenails were the same deep red as her lips and I felt a shudder go through me as she gently slid her soft foot back down my leg to rest on my own bare foot.

I swallowed hard and tried to tell myself to play this off. Keith was right, she was not our type and she lived two floors above us. But even as I told myself that I could feel myself heating up.

"Missy, are you propositioning us?" Keith asked.

His courtroom skills were on full display as he managed to sound not only completely surprised, but even a little indignant.

"Yes sir." She said softly, her head down, "I'm willing to let you use me to pay the rent for my family."