Not here.

"I promise," Grant says firmly. "I promise that you will have a chance to...prove yourself, Mel." He reaches down and squeezes her ass firmly through her jean shorts, making the younger girl gasp and wriggle in his hand, pressing her flesh back into his. "But for now, we need to focus."

"Ooookaaaay," Mel says, a hint of a whine in her voice. Olivia snorts.

"Here I thought you said Abby was the slutty twin," she comments. Mel flushes slightly.

"That's different. She wasn't claimed when she did that stuff. I am. I belong to Grant. I'd let him do anything to me. Fuck me, hit me, cum on me, sell me...anything to keep him happy and safe." She looks up at him with adoring eyes once more, and Grant nods reassuringly, giving her ass a pat. As they break apart and continue down the hallway, though, a thought begins to form in his mind. Interesting...

The next several doors get no reply, but at the last apartment of this floor they can hear loud music even before Mel knocks. "Hello?!" she calls. "Someone there??" At first there's no reply, but just as Mel goes to pound on the door again, it jerks open.

A woman in her late 20s or early 30s stands there, glaring at Mel. She's diminutive - even shorter than Mel is - and looks to be of Chinese descent. Her hair is cut short and gathered in a pony tail that reveals an undercut on each side of her head. Her clothes - and some of her skin - are splattered with paint in a couple of different colors. The music - some sort of thrashing electronic rock - blares from a room down the hall. "Well? What the hell do you want?"

For a split second, the three of them just stare at her in silence. Grant says, "We, er - we wanted to see if you were all right - "

"I'm fine. Who the fuck are you?" She looks around to each of them in turn, frowning.

"Wait," Olivia says. "Are you unclaimed?"

The woman's eyes widen. "Am I fucking what - "

Even as she says it, Grant realizes what's happening and lunges forward, grabbing her wrist. The woman tries to jerk away from him, but he's far bigger than she is and clings on tightly. "I claim you!" he hisses, even as she pulls back her other hand to punch him.

The woman freezes, eyes widening. "O-Oh...oh...w-what?" Her hand slowly falls to her side, and Grant releases her with a smile. "W-w-what...did you do to me? What's happening?"

"Why don't you let us inside," Grant says, grinning. The woman steps aside, expression baffled, and nods as they enter her apartment, shutting the door behind them.

Grant beams as he strides into the apartment, feeling weirdly proud. I did it! All by myself...without any help. Or, well, barely any... He glances around, peering into the kitchen as they pass it. "Anyone else here?"

"N-No," the woman says, following them in. "Not now."

"Great. Why don't you turn off that music and we'll settle down and get this sorted out." Grant ambles into the living room as the apartment's owner hurries into a side room and the music cuts out. He settles down on her sleek modern couch and pats the seats next to him. Olivia and Mel, smiling, sit down on either side.

"Well done, Grant," Olivia says with a smile.

"Yeah, that was really quick thinking! You're so smart," Mel gushes.

The woman comes back into the room, arms folded. For a claimed woman, she looks slightly defensive. But then, she doesn't know what's going on, Grant realizes. She must be confused. "Do you have your phone?"

"I'd put it away to paint," she says with a frown. "Why?"

"I'm Grant," he says, not answering her question. "What's your name?"

"Lily. Why are you...why do I feel..." She gestures inarticulately. "Why do I want to listen to you?"

"Is that all you want?" Grant asks. Lily blushes, looking frustrated. He's feeling himself, and he knows it. But it feels good to have made this score - unguided by Mary, without the woman being **** or restrained. "Go grab your phone, it might make things clearer."

Lily disappears into her bedroom as Mel snuggles up against Grant, rubbing herself against his arm. As Lily emerges, she scrolls through something on her phone, her eyes widening as she reads. "H-Holy shit...is this real...?"

"You tell me," Grant says languidly. "When you look at me, what do you feel?"

She looks up, eyes wide, and swallows. "Like...like you're the only thing that matters in this world. Like I wanna make you...happy. Keep you safe. You're more important than me, than my work, than my girlfriend..."

"Whoa, hold up. Your girlfriend?" Grant asks with a pang of conscience.

"Yeah, Sabrina. Sabi. Man, she is going to be pissed." Lily sighs. "She's always on me about the way I leave my phone in the next room when I'm working...I just don't want to be distracted. But she's always going, 'what if there's an emergency?' Well...now we know." She snorts ruefully, as though this has been an embarrassing mistake. "I can't believe this...this feeling. I do not like men telling me what to do." She looks back at Grant and swallows. "But for you...I'd do anything you asked."

"Yeah?" Grant asks. He had been wondering whether the claiming really worked on everyone the same way...queer women being an obvious question. "Why don't we test that. Take off your clothes."

Lily swallows, then exhales slowly. She looks nervous, but she reaches down and pulls her baggy t-shirt off, revealing that she has no bra on underneath. Her breasts are small and pert, and she tosses the t-shirt away to pull off her gym shorts and panties. She steps free of them to stand nude before Grant, Mel, and Olivia, fidgeting slightly as she visibly resists the urge to cover her small breasts and the thick patch of black hair between her legs. She's skinny - almost bony - but there's a gentle roundedness to her hips and ass, and Grant can feel himself growing hard at the sight of her small breasts rising and falling as she breathes, nipples hardening to small points.

"Nice," he says. "Kneel."

Lily drops slowly to her knees, still facing him, and sits back on her heels. Olivia's leaned back into the crook of Grant's arm, smiling, and Mel is leaning into him, breathing fast, her hand tracing back and forth over his chest.

"A-Are you going to fuck her, Grant?" she asks, a hint of whine in her voice again. "I - I said I could do it, you know..."

Grant grits his teeth and counts to five. "I'm not fucking anyone just now, Mel. Don't worry about that."

"But don't you want to? I can see you getting hard here..." Mel reaches forward with a giggle and grabs his cock through his pants.