Decline Noah's offer.

"Uh...nah. Thanks, but...no thanks," Grant says stiffly. "I'm not...gonna do that."

Noah's face darkens briefly, but then he snorts. "Feeling too good to go pussy-hunting, huh? Fine. We'll see how long that lasts! C'mon, slut." The elevator dings and he pulls Cindy into it as the doors open. He looks out at them coldly, clearly blocking the way in. "Stay out of my way, Grant. And keep your bitches in line, too."

He hits a button with a nasty grin and the door closes on them. Grant scowls as Mary shakes her head and Olivia shudders. "What a fucking creep," Grant says.

"He's not a creep, he's a threat," Mary says flatly, pressing the call button for the other elevator.

"I know! The way he had that girl fucking...dolled up - "

"What? No, not that," Mary waves that thought away like it's an annoying fly. "She's fine. Serving her purpose. Maybe the old her would've been unhappy, but if she's unhappy now it'll only be because she knows she's not being as much of a slut as he wants." As Grant gapes at her, she continues blithely: "No, he's a threat to you. Already jealous of you, and clearly the type of man who takes what he wants. And he lives here, so at least for now he's going to be around...we have to watch out for him."

"Yeah, he struck me as pretty nasty," Olivia said with a shiver. "The way he told me I should be on my knees for any man...I'll be on my knees for you whenever you want, of course, Grant. But not for that asshole...not unless you tell me to."

"Why would I tell you that?" Grant demands as the doors ding open. The three of them enter the elevator, and Mary hits the button for the penthouse.

"Well, maybe you like the idea," Olivia says with a shrug. "I don't know, I don't know you! Or maybe you think it's just a good idea for claimed women to...you know, present a certain way. I mean, going forward we're going to need some way to indicate which women in the world are claimed and which are free for the taking! Otherwise the whole thing's going to get confusing. 'Claimed women have to kneel around men' would be clear at least."

"I'm not...gonna tell you to do that," Grant mutters as the door slides shut.

"Are you sure? Because I don't mind. Look, see how you like it." Before Grant can say anything, Olivia sinks fluidly to her knees beside him, sitting on her ankles. She tilts her chin up to gaze up at him, and Grant feels his heart beat faster. This angle gives him a view down Olivia's bikini top to her full, tanned breasts, and her head is just at his waist height. Olivia gazes up at him with a smile, lips slightly parted, her tongue flicking over her pink lips to moisten them unconsciously. "Oh...actually, I kind of like it. From down here, you look how you feel to me...tall, powerful...commanding..."

"Really?" Mary is suddenly on her knees too, and as she looks up at Grant, she smiles. "Oh, yeah....I can see what you mean. You do look good from this angle, Grant..." She settles back on her heels, hands on her thighs, and smiles up at him, sitting up straight in a way that makes her breasts strain slightly against her tank top. Both women smile up at him as the elevator ascends agonizingly slowly toward the top of the building. Grant stands between them, paralyzed.

Slowly, he manages to reach out. He places a hand gently on each girl's head.

The bell suddenly dings again and the doors slide open. They've arrived at the top floor - Grant shakes himself and hurries forward. "Come on, let's...let's try this apartment if we're going to!"

Behind him, the women exchange knowing smiles as they rise and hurry after him.