Get Lost in the Causeway

Dave tucked the laminated Breeding Pass securely into his pocket. He had considered the immediate and obvious choices--Lily, the ill-tempered woman in the gray skirt--but he felt a thrill in leaving his fate up to chance, trusting the immense power of the Breeding Pass and the endless flow of the mall. He knew the main causeway itself was an endless river of additional female targets, promising a spontaneous conquest far more satisfying than premeditated ****.

He walked away from the Photo Booth, ignoring Floyd’s continuing aggravation and Lily’s innocent gaze. He noticed that the ordinary shopfront of The Front Rack, the clothing outlet where he lost his virginity, had a stern black gate lowered across the entrance, marking it as uniquely closed amidst its bustling neighbors. Dave couldn't be bothered with that. He plunged into the thickest stream of mall traffic.

The midday crowd offered women of every age and type, each one a potential recipient of the Breeding Pass’s irresistible command. Dave scanned the faces and bodies moving past him, searching for the perfect combination of attractiveness and maturity—ideally a woman who appeared to have settled into marriage, making the act of **** adultery and subsequent impregnation all the more compelling.

His eyes snagged on a woman moving slowly near a jewelry kiosk. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, moderately attractive, with simple, shoulder-length blonde hair and a sensible dress that suggested domesticity. She wore a delicate wedding band on her left hand.

Dave increased his pace until he was walking beside her. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the Pass, feeling the familiar surge of adrenaline.

"Excuse me," Dave said simply, stepping directly into her path.

The woman stopped, startled. She looked annoyed at the interruption, giving him a confused, polite glance that quickly shifted to caution. "Yes? Can I help you?"

Dave held the Breeding Pass out, letting the multi-colored hologram glint under the mall’s harsh ceiling lights.

"I totally want to fuck you, and I want your baby," Dave stated, replicating the phrase that had secured his previous conquest and using the intent required by the fine print.

The woman’s sensible composure instantly vanished. Her eyes darted from his face to the laminated card, reading the words 'Breeding Pass' printed in bold letters. The realization of the card's terrible authority instantly stripped away her critical judgment and replaced it with primal, fertile desire.

"You've got to be kidding me," she whispered, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for the Pass. She knew she was unable to refuse. The sight of her simple wedding band only intensified Dave's triumph.

She snatched the card, clutching it tightly. "Where?" she demanded, her voice tight with compulsion, already looking around for a secluded place to fulfill the Pass’s command for a sexual act of intercourse.

Dave grinned, already pulling her gently by the elbow and guiding her toward a quiet corner adjacent to The Front Rack's gated storefront. He had found his target, randomly selected from the endless flow of the causeway.