You're not entirely sure.

There's a hesitation in your answer, as your mind drifts off to your morning events. You really did want to go back to see Kristen, and her husband, and.... fuck, the memory of it excited you. There's something so appealing about the memory of riding his cock, while she looked on, with a combination of lust and, somehow, mild amusement.

That moment of silence, however, was enough of a cue for Renee to make up her own mind. "Great! You're coming with me, then." She stated, with a bit of a giggle. Taking you by the hand in a sudden motion and dragging you back into the kitchens. For a moment, you wonder if she's just trying to get you to do overtime on your first night, but she quickly grabs hold of the hand of another girl that works in the back and forces her out back as well, a squeak of surprise escaping her as she accidentally sprays coffee beans in every direction.

Soon, both you and the girl that was dragged along in this tornado of suddenness are pushed outside of an emergency door, followed by Renee herself. Before either of you can say anything, you find yourselves outside, in an alley with a rather needless chain-link fence that covers either side of the brick-walled, closed off area.

Renee's smiled was beaming, as if she'd been waiting for this meeting forever. She introduces you to the girl that had been subjugated to the ****, a girl about your age by the name of Jenna. She was a bit shy, seemingly, or at the very least put-off by the situation. She wore the smock associated with the coffee joint, but her hair was a stark-blue, parted to one side. "...and he's one that'd enjoy your particular set."

You blink suddenly, snapping your attention back to Renee. What did she mean by that? In confusion, you look toward Jenna, who's entire expression has changed. There's a look of surprise on her face, but a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. Before you can ask anything, Renee silently puts a hand on your shoulder, and nuzzles herself against your side. "I think you'd like each other..." She says, her hand slowly tracing down your side, then sliding over to your midsection, tracing the hem of your jeans.

Before you can really get a handle on the situation, Jenna steps forward, quietly pushing herself against your front, her own midsection directly against yours. You're brain, which had previously been so full of questions, suddenly decides to let your other head do the talking for you. Both agreed, within moments, that this was a gift that didn't owe the situation much thought.

A hand reaches into your pants and strokes your growing cock, while a haughty kiss is shared between you and this Jenna, a slow, careful thing, that becomes more and more enamored with each stroke of your member.

Quickly, however, the situation changes. The kiss is broken, and the hand that bucks against your hardened state is pulled out. You feel a press on your shoulders, and, reluctantly, you oblige, moving down to your knees. Jenna begins to unzip her own jeans, moving her smock aside so that you have a full view of what's before you...