Frank went back to the hotel.

The hotel has plenty of hot, young girls on staff, he thought. I might as well use the fob since I paid to have it.

The main building was a short walk from the staff residence. As he approached the hotel he could see a small crowd gathered around two men fucking a brunette in mid-thirties, with one on each end of her, on the grass. By what was left of her clothes still on her, he gathered she was probably a senior administrator and not one of the typical twenty-something college girls the resort hires to please -- visually and sexually -- the male guests. He noted that she her necklace was green and she appeared to be enjoying being fucked in her mouth and pussy simultaneously.

Frank shrugged and kept walking to the main entrance -- he preferred not sharing pussy with other men, especially after it had already been filled with spunk. He was greeted at the door leading to lobby by a busty brunette dressed in a dark jacket with a tight pencil skirt.

"Is there something I can help you with, Monsieur McGarry?" asked the concierge in a sexy thick Parisian accent.

Frank had trouble reading her name tag due to her cleavage barely constrained by her jacket. "Actually yes, Brigitte," he grinned.