He dismisses her

"Talk to me, Lucie. Is your mistress at home? Madame Deville?"

"Ahh, non M'sieur. She has gone for the day. Ma'amselle Deville is home...or was when I came here?" She cocked her head and gave him a smile. "Do you wish to meet Ma'amselle, M'sieur? She is, 'ow you say? Tres salope. Very slutty...M'sieur might be entertained!" She giggled softly and stoked his arm. "She will be alone today...Madame grounded her for misbehaviour..."

"So why would I want to deal with a disobedient teen?" Frank chuckled.

"M'sieur knows best what he wants...Perhaps he could bring discipline to a silly young girl...Does M'sieur wish to use Lucie again? Lucie is willing...Lucie will always be willing...M'sieur makes Lucie...mmm vibrate..." she giggled.

"Lucie will have to wait her turn," Frank chuckled. "Come over and do more housework soon. I'll be happy to pay you for your services."

"Alors! M'sieur is too kind." She giggled happily. "If M'sieur has no immediate need for Lucie, she will go about her business. Please don't hesitate to ask..."

"Be sure of it," he grinned, fondling her, then pulling her into an embrace.

"I have a present for Madame and Ma'amselle, he smiled, pouring a thermos full of drugged lemonade and sealing it. "And this is for you," he smiled, pouring a second, smaller thermos full, handing them both to her before slapping her ass and sending her on her way.

He smiled as she wiggled out of the room, and down the hall to his front door, giving him a little wave before she slipped on her coat and disappeared.

Frank sighed and took a light jacket off a rack and slipped it on before going to the garage and starting his SUV.