I love Montreal. It's a unique blend of cultures, ethnicities, and languages—a unique blend of the new and old.

In summer, one of the major streets is closed to vehicles. This is the 'Quartier Des Spectacles ', Montreal's entertainment area. Events such as the 'Just For Laughs Festival,' the 'Montreal Jazz Fest' and others are held here throughout the summer months.

 It abuts what was once 'The Main,' Montreal's red-light district. Many years ago, a political decision was made to change the area's character, and the 'Quartier Des Spectacles' has now replaced the Maine. Gone are the hot sheet hotels, the peep shows, strip clubs and bars that populated the area. However, some of those establishments remained and still fought to maintain a presence.

The 'Cleopatra' is still in business, offering a nightly live transsexual show reminiscent of the movie 'La Cage Aux Folles.' There is one peep show that is still doing its trade. Some streetwalkers still work in the area. However, the crown jewel of the street is The Montreal Pool Room. It has been a landmark since the 1920s. Apart from the billiards tables, it also serves two Montreal food specialties at a stand-up counter. The first is what is called a 'steamie.' A steamed hot dog in a plain steamed hot dog bun topped with mustard, raw onion, and shredded cabbage costs a dollar. The second specialty is called 'poutine'. French fries topped with gravy and cheese curd are not a meal for those with a weak stomach or on a diet.

After taking in one of the free concerts featuring Wyclef Jean, I decided to get some steamies. It had been years since I had been there. The zinc countertop and the unshaven cook in a dirty apron remained. Looking around, however, I noted that the patrons were no longer the  Italian goombas of the past. They had been replaced by a younger crowd of men wearing motorcycle jackets and boots. Each seems to have a young slut attached to him.

Grabbing my 'steamies' and a soft drink, I ate at a table on the sidewalk. The show was excellent; strutting she-males, assorted pimps, pushers, bikers, and whores still abounded. After my meal, I headed down the sidewalk to the next concert when I heard a timid voice behind me say, "Vingt dollars, monsieur."

Turning to see who was offering me her services for twenty dollars, I was confronted with the sight of a grimy young woman. Her face was filthy, her clothes were mud and grease-spattered, and her hair was bound in a dirty bandana. To complete this lovely image, she sported a black eye. There was no way to determine her age or figure as she seemed to be wearing all the clothes she owned in multiple layers.

However, I was intrigued. "Why twenty dollars? That seems to be very little for what I think you are suggesting."

"I'm hungry. I have not eaten since I got here."

"What! How long has that been?"

"Two days, too long miserable days."

I saw tears streaming down her face, leaving streaks in the accumulated filth.

What the hell is going on here?

"Come on, let's go."

"Where? There's a cheap hotel around the corner."

"No, not there. What's your name, honey?"

"Cassandra, people call me Cass."

"Okay, Cass, I won't give you twenty dollars to have sex. I'll buy you a meal. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, but why? Don't you like me?"

"Cass, I don't buy sex. I have a daughter who is probably your age, and if she was in trouble, I would want someone to buy her a meal. So come on."

Down the street, there was a Subway restaurant. When we got to the counter, I told her to order what she wanted. She asked me if a six-inch steak and cheese sub would be too expensive, which stunned me. She was trying to save me money. I told the server to give her a twelve-inch steak and cheese, a bowl of soup, a soft drink, and a cookie.

"But that's almost as much as I asked you out on the street."

"Yes, it is."

"But why?"

"Well, consider it a gift. Now come on, sit down and eat."

She asked if she could go and wash her hands and face first. Sitting there waiting, I thought that we lived in a shitty world. How could someone that young get in such a bind?

When she came out, the bulk of the grime was gone. She smiled at me and thanked me. The food was wolfed down at a fantastic speed except for half the sandwich.

"Aren't you going to finish that?"

"If it's okay, can I have it for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Eat it all. You can worry about breakfast in the morning."

"What do I call you? What's your name?"

"Chris."

She smiles and says, "Thank you so much, Chris."

"Cass, tell me about yourself. Why are you here instead of at home? Why aren't you in school?"

Without the grime and in the light, I could see that she was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

"I left home because my brothers were not being very nice to me. My mom and dad died in an accident about a year ago, and the only family I have left are my brothers."

"What did they do to you?"

She blushes, "After mom and dad were gone, they started to have sex with me. At first, I liked it. I thought they liked me. Later, they started to beat me up and treated me like their slave. I had to do all the housework, then they would fuck me all night."

"Was there no one you could tell?"

"No, they would not let me out of the house, not even to go to school."

"Is that why you ran away without anything?"

"Well, I had a knapsack with my clothes and things in it, but it was stolen yesterday by another girl. When I got here, a young guy started to talk to me. He seemed nice and told me he would show me around. The next thing that happened was he came to me with an older man. He said that if I gave this guy a blowjob, I would get twenty dollars. Because all my things were stolen, I agreed. After I had done it, this idiot came back and wanted me to give him the twenty. When I said no, he hit me and threw me on the ground. So I ended up with this black eye and not even the money."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"On Monday, I'll go to the government office, and they will give me some money until I can get a job."

"So what will you do until Monday? Where will you sleep? What will you eat?'

"I'll sleep where I slept last night. There is a church up the street and I found a space under the porch I can crawl into. What I ate tonight will do until Monday. Then, when I have money, I will look for a job and an apartment."

This child has guts. How can she be so cheerful and optimistic under the circumstances? She seems honest. How can I help her? Do I take a risk?

"No, you're not going to stay out on the street. If you do, you'll get hurt. Come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"My place, at least until Monday."

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"No, I am not going to fuck you. You can stay until you get your money on Monday."

I hailed a cab because I did not want to be seen with her on the street. Once we got to my building, we got on the elevator and went up. This was a first for her; she had never been in one before. She could have gone up and down several times just for the novelty of the experience. She giggled all the way.

In the apartment, she seemed awestruck.

"Chris, you must be a rich man. You have such nice things."

 She wandered around the place, looking at everything. When she got to the bedroom, she asked if this was where we would sleep.

"No, this is where I am going to sleep. You'll sleep on the couch in the living room."

"Now I want you to go to the bathroom and take a bath, shampoo your hair and get cleaned up. Then we can watch TV until bedtime. I'll get you a bathrobe, and you can throw those clothes in the washer."

I sat down and turned on the TV while she was gone. Forty-five minutes later, she stepped into the living room. I could not believe my eyes. She was stunning.

"Chris, I hope you won't be mad. In the drawer, there was a hairbrush, makeup and perfume. Your wife won't mind that I put some on, will she?"

"Cass, I am not married. That stuff belonged to an ex-girlfriend. You can have it all."

I couldn't help staring at her. Silky blond hair framed a delicate face. Big green eyes stared back at me. She looked taller as if all the dirt had shrunk her. She was at least five-four. She has put nail polish on her fingers and toes and some pink lipstick on her full lips. Even the black eye could not take away from her beauty.

"Come, sit down and watch some TV for a while."

She sat beside me and cuddled by my side. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine.

"I like you, Chris. You have been so nice. This is the first time I feel safe since…"

Looking at her, I could see her eyes were bright with tears.

"Ssh, quiet now. Just relax. Tomorrow, we can talk."

We sat and looked at the screen. My mind, however, churned, trying to figure out how this girl would survive in this city alone. Slowly, her weight shifted, and I felt her head in my lap as she curled up and fell asleep. Her bathrobe came apart, and I glimpsed the prettiest little breasts. I could feel my arousal build up. Moving slowly, I got her out of my lap and stretched her out on the couch. I covered her with a blanket, turned off the TV and the lights and went to bed.

Sleep came with difficulty. I couldn't get her out of my mind. My cock was rock hard, and I wanted to make love to this girl. She had, after all, offered, and she was no virgin. She had enjoyed sex at first with her brothers, so why not?

No, I can't do that. That would be taking advantage of a sad state of affairs.

Slowly, I sank into a fitful sleep. About an hour later, I heard her crying. I debated whether to go and see her but decided there was nothing I could do. After a while, there was silence, and I went back to sleep.

As the morning light filtered into the room, I woke up. She was curled up against my back, her arm and leg wrapped around me.

What the hell?

I didn't dare move. Her hot breath warmed my neck and sounded like a kitten purring. My morning erection threatened to erupt all on its own. I tried to gently disentangle myself and let her sleep without success.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I was scared. I wanted to be near you. Chris, please let me be with you for now."

I turned around, and she was no longer wearing her bathrobe. Her body was so beautiful in its nakedness.

She smiled as she saw my erection. "Wow, you're so big." Reaching over, she ran her fingers the length of my cock, which was already dripping precum; I felt very close to cumming just at her gentle touch. I took her hand to remove it, but she gripped my cock more tightly.

"Please let me make you feel good. I was afraid you did not like me. I can see that you do. So why not?"

"Cass, this isn't right. I don't want to take advantage of you."

"No, you are not. I really like you, and even if you had not done everything you did for me, I would still want to do it with you. See..."

Taking my hand, she guided it to her pussy. She was dripping wet.

"See how I want you? I can tell that you want me. So why not?"

She rolled over and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth.

 I was lost.

 I returned her kiss with passion, and my hands caressed her. Her skin was silky smooth to my touch. Reaching over, I grasp her tiny tit. It was no bigger than a large orange. Her nipples were hard as pencil erasers. I lowered my face and sucked on them, which made her moan. Reaching down, I slide a finger into her pussy. She was very tight and very wet. Her cunt gripped my finger as it slid in and out of her. My thumb found her tiny clit and rubbed it. 

"Chris, don't stop making me cum. Please… Oh, I'm cumming now, faster. Yes… Yes… "

My fingers were coated with her juices as her whole body shook. I slowly withdrew, and she lay panting on the bed.

"Thank you, that was so good."

She sat up and kissed me again. "Now it's your turn." She lowered herself between my thighs. I felt her tongue lick my balls, then slide up and down the length of my cock. She licked the tip and tasted my precum. "Yummy." Taking the tip in her mouth, she sucked it in and out. Her lips were warm and firm as she enfolded my cock deeper and deeper each time her head bobbed. Unable to hold back, I sprayed my cum down her throat. Every drop was swallowed. I couldn't believe how fucking good that was. No woman had ever done as well.

"You taste so good, Chris."

I wanted to taste her, to eat her up so much. Pushing her back, I spread her young thighs apart. My tongue licked her pussy lips. She smelled clean and fresh. I opened up her pussy lips with my tongue. Slowly, I licked from bottom to top. She tasted sweet and creamy. Each time I hit her clit with my tongue, she thrust her hips at me. Her legs wrapped around my head as she pulled me deep into her. She flooded my mouth with her juices as she came.

I finally pulled out of her, and she lay there smiling at me.

"You made me cum again."

"I noticed," I smiled back at her.

She looked at my cock. "You're still hard. Lie back for me."

Her thighs straddled me, and she grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy. Lowering herself, she sank down until I was fully buried in her silky tight cunt. She was so hot and wet. Looking at her, I saw her smiling, and her eyes gleamed. I reached up and teased her hard little nipples as she started to ride up and down. My cock was soaking in her juices, and her moans filled my ears.

Wanting to feel her body against mine, I rolled her over to her back. She encircled me with her legs as I thrust deeper and deeper. I leaned forward and sucked on her nipples. Her cunt tightened on my cock, and it shot streams of my thick cum into her.

"Chris, oh Chris, yes… Cumming, so good. Oh yes."

I leaned forward, and we embraced for what seemed to be hours, arms tightly wrapped around each other.

What am I going to do? How do I deal with this?

"Chris, I love you."

Don't say that, honey. What am I going to do?

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