resistance is futile

Fighting nausea at the idea, Jana staggers into the apartment, unable to stop herself. Vicky and Mrs. Suarez follow.

"I need to suck your cock in your apartment," Vicky specified.

"Are you King Raymond?" Mrs. Suarez pressed. "I need to find my true love!"

Jana threw up a little. But she couldn't open her mouth, so she had **** but to just swallow it as she went into the hell that was apartment 103.

There on the floor of the living room, two young women were naked, their faces buried into one another's pussies, rolling about among the empty potato chip bags and discarded porn magazines. One had long curly red hair, the other had a red-brown skin and glossy black hair. Jana guessed that it was Amber and Suri, another pair of college roommates. She and Vicky had gone clubbing with them last weekend. Jana was pretty sure they weren't gay. At least not until now. How the fuck was the manager doing this to them? To all of them?

And what was going to happen next? What did he mean by 'she might as well watch'?