The Rental

Amy sits in her car crying. Boxes piled everywhere, eviction notice on the passenger seat. Three days living out of the damn thing. Phone rings. She picks up smiling until the voice on the other end says the same shit every landlord has said: bad credit, no dice. One place left though. A room in some guy's house. She says fuck it and drives straight over. Philip opens the door looking twitchy, ready to slam it, until she mentions the room. His face lights up and he waves her in like they're old friends. Place is clean, rent's cheap, no lease, no credit bullshit. She moves her shit in that afternoon. All day he keeps popping into her room. Watches her from the doorway. Creepy as hell, but harmless. Even catches him staring when she steps out of the shower. Apologizes like a kicked dog. She lets it slide. Night rolls around. She calls her mom, turns off the light, and passes out. Rustling wakes her. Philip's standing there sniffing her dirty panties with his cock in his hand. She flips the light on and threatens to call the cops. He talks her down. Says he's not dangerous, just obsessed with young pussy. The smell, the taste, the way they move. When she showed up asking about the room he knew he was fucked. She asks if he's a registered sex offender. He swears he's clean, just has this...hobby. Promises to be the best landlord ever if she lets him watch sometimes. She sees the power shift and runs with it. Clothes come off. His hands go everywhere. Then she names her price. Full year's tuition for full access. He agrees before she finishes the sentence.