Emi can see the top of the greasy pole...(11:00 am Sunny Day Mall Floor 6 – Wet “N” Antics Main Offices. Restricted Product Testing suites (Digital Product suite)

11:00 am Sunny Day Mall Floor 6 – Wet “N” Antics Main Offices.

Restricted Product Testing suites (Digital Product suite)

When Emi left the Digital Product office, she quickly turned left up the softly lit corridor of the Restricted Product Development suites. There was no way she was going to return to any of the main parts of the Wet “N” Antics 6th floor today, not with Sayaka and Ethan lurking outside and she was sure by now the power of the Breeding Passes must have spread to every part of the office.

Despite Emi moving with purpose and poised composure down the corridor, she would have to admit she cut a strange figure. The lotion, initially a slippery hindrance, had dried to a glossy sheen upon her skin, the clothes of her top half had now essentially shredded to nothing thanks to the fabric eating qualities of the lotion, she wore a short poolside platted skirt (courtesy of Keiko) but no panties; finally she had brightly coloured rubber sandals on her feet.

She ran a quick inventory of her possessions. Her main prize was of course Keiko's phone that she clutched, which vibrated softly with near-silent notifications, reminders of the ordinary world that presumably still existed somewhere beyond Sunny Day Mall. Beyond that she had a Breeding Pass and the white box containing the prototype vibrator.

As Assistant Business Manager Emi’s role meant she had to have a firm grasp on all of the numerous policies and procedures that were implemented within Wet “N” Antics. In some ways she had to have a better grasp than even Yumi or Sayaka who were more focused on external business matters. She was also intimately aware of the physical layout and blueprint of the office. It was for this reason that although Emi had never been into this highly restricted part of the office before, she was still confident in what she was going to find.

Ahead of her was a large glass door with a thick blue border. This was the final and most restricted area of the Wet "N" Antics corporate labyrinth and ironically Emi’s way out. The final barrier was the sleek digital lock set into the side of the door. Emi straightened her skirt and brushed off the residue of her earlier antics as a sense of anticipation gripped her.

This was it.

With Keiko's digital credentials at her fingertips, there was no turning back now. A soft click echoed through the hallway, and the locked door yielded to her request. Emi pushed it open and slipped inside.

The room beyond was a stark contrast to the riotous, vibrantly decorated offices that characterised most Wet "N" Antics property. This small antechamber was minimalistic, almost clinical. Its walls were painted a calming shade of blue. To her left, there were a set of double service lifts, large enough to transport sizeable prototypes or even small groups of people. They were also used to discreetly bring in high-profile visitors or sensitive products far from prying eyes.

Just to the side of the lifts was an entryway to what was internally known as the 'Japanese Boardroom.' Unlike standard meeting rooms, the name itself was a homage to the company's origins and held a reverence all its own. Rumours had circulated that the room had been the setting for pivotal decision-making when corporate directors from Japan visited on clandestine missions, their discussions shaping the future of Wet "N" Antics on a global scale.

Ahead of her, she saw the door to Keiko's office. Getting into Keiko's office was a coup in itself; not many had seen the inner sanctum of their senior product development wizard.

She turned back to the door she had just passed through, and saw what she was looking for. On the side was a simple digital display pad. She touched the appropriate button and disabled general entry. Even other product engineers, such as Milo, who had access to the Restricted Product Development suites wouldn’t be able to gain access to this final inner sanctum. Now, apart from Keiko's phone, only Yumi’s credentials would open the door.

Emi turned back to the antechamber and paused in front of the double service elevators; she considered her options. The elevators offered a covert exit, a means to slip away from this insane day undetected. For a moment, the temptation to abandon the madness, to ride them down to anonymity was powerful. But as she stood there, Keiko's phone nestled securely in her palm, the Breeding Pass tucked away, and the prototype’s white box a silent promise of delicious pleasure, she realized that she couldn’t leave. Not just yet.

Emi did not consider herself one to leave a complex puzzle unsolved, nor a challenge unmet. Right now, she was standing in a restricted part of the office building and holding a company prototype, neither of which she was authorised to do. She had also heartily advocated for the office to erupt into Breeding madness and indeed had directly organised Sayaka’s impregnation. Therefore, whether she’d have a job tomorrow was an open question.

However this whole crazy day could indeed be worth it, she determined, but only if she played her cards right.

Most of the senior female office ladies had been bred apart from her. That included Naomi, Sayaka and Keiko. There was only one conspicuous name left off of that list. And also, the one name that probably needed to be bred if Emi was going to keep her job and perhaps even advance within Wet “N” Antics.

Yumi Takahashi the Managing Director.