Jenna.

"I'll get it," Frank said, standing up. "Stay where you are, sweetie, and enjoy the wine."

Jenna had the look of shock when he opened the door. "Um, Mr. McGarry, the concierge asked me to bring your food up from the restaurant."

"Please bring it in," he said, stepping aside to let the redhead push the cart inside. He examined her restaurant uniform consisting of a suit jacket with a plunging V-neck that revealed her cleavage and a tight-fitting pencil skirt that hugged her wide hips.

"Sally?" Jenna gasped when she saw her girlfriend sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to clean McGarry's...," Sally started to answer but Frank interrupted her with a loud cough, forcing her to correct herself, "I mean Frank's suite."

"Why are you drinking wine?" Jenna asked.

"Because I asked if she wanted some," Frank explained, closing the door behind him.

Jenna stared at Frank for a moment then to her lover then back to him. "You're going to fuck her, aren't you?"

"Yes," he nodded.

"I... I... I don't want to be here then," Jenna stuttered.

"Sorry, Red, but you have to stay," Frank said, blocking her path to the door, and pressed the button on his fob.

"What did you..." the redhead started to protest but then noticed that her bracelet turned green.

"I had the concierge order you two to come up to my suite," Frank explained as he walked up to the bar to get another wine glass. "Have a seat."

"Baby, sit next to me," Sally called out to her girlfriend, patting the spot on the couch next to her. Jenna hesitated for a moment but walked over to sit down.

"You're going to fuck us both?" Jenna asked in a calmer voice, having accepted her fate.

"That's the plan," Frank responded, pouring the wine into the glass and then handing it to the redhead. "I paid quite a fee to select specifically you two."

"Why us?" Jenna asked, holding her girlfriend's hand.

"Because you owe me for what I did to protect you from those two guys after the beach the other day," Frank replied, sitting down on the armchair. "Now I want to cash in on my investment."

"I don't want to be fucked..." Jenna muttered, looking down at her wine glass. "I... I never been fucked by a man before..."

Frank sighed.

"Baby, if you're not going to be fucked by him then it'll be some other guy..." Sally whispered.

"Maybe we should quit..."

"Baby, we need the money..." Sally cupped her lover's chin to have her face her.

"But I don't want his cock or any cock in me!" Jenna pleaded.

Frank stayed silent, letting the blonde argue on his behalf. He thought she would be more persuasive than him on talking the redhead into having sex with him consensually. He could have just fucked both girls there and then on the couch but he never **** anything on a woman before -- he wanted them both to be willing to be fucked. "Look, I'll leave you girls to talk it out privately. I'll be in the bedroom."