GraNaomi Lays Bait, While Tyler Lays Pipe.

10:45am Sunny Day Mall. Floor 6 Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation.

Main Office.

Grant Donovan maneuvered through the busy open-plan office space; He was naked with his athletic body now on full display and built a commanding presence amidst the cubicles. Having shed his clothes, he now wore only socks and sneakers, though he now also wore two office lanyards around his neck. One had his ID badge which also served as an electronic pass fob. The other was taken from a discarded lanyard, obviously dropped or thrown aside by a random colleague in the chaos. He had discarded the persons ID and had slotted the Breeding Pass into it.

Naomi Kato, kept pace, her raven hair swinging with each stride she took. Their combined purposeful swagger was a striking juxtaposition to the Wet “N” Antics staff darting about, who were either panicked, or overexuberant depending on their sex and circumstance.

After breeding Hana and while waiting for Yumi to arrive, they had decided that their next set of targets would be the women of Naomi’s own Brand Management team that she headed. The three females of the team were 24-year-old Aoi Naruk, 26-year old Mika Kobayashi and 22-year old Rina Sunju. They were all junior members of the corporate pyramid, especially compared to targets such as Senior Business Manager “Alaska” Sayaka Mori, the busty senior Product Engineer Keiko Tanaka or the woman who had suggested the men indulge themselves, Emi Watanabe.

Nonetheless the trio of women in Naomi’s team represented her next direct rivals should Corporate decide it was prudent to sideline a pregnant Naomi. Fortunately, the only men in her team were Eric Toben, a 67-year-old on the verge of retirement and Mark Bole a 19-year-old intern, (who had the relative misfortune of being on annual leave in New York).

As they approached the Brand Management team's desk space in the now mostly deserted Main Office, Grant and Naomi exchanged a look at seeing the empty desks. They hadn’t expected to find Naomi’s team still there of course, but they were looking for some kind of clue as to their likely whereabouts, or whether any or all of them had escaped the 6th floor altogether.

"Looks like the nest is empty," Grant remarked, his eyes skimming over the workstations. "But they didn’t take their essentials,” he said his gaze lingering on the team members handbags, laid out like colourful beacons in the otherwise lifeless area. Grant set out three set of car keys, wallets and apartment front-door keys from the handbags. “They won’t get very far without these.”

“True but, they’ve taken their phones,” said Naomi, “and their ID fobs.”

Grant's voice broke through Naomi's contemplation. "Smart. Always stay connected, right?" His smirk framed the playfulness of the chase, but there was an animal arousal behind his look.

Their discussion was abruptly interrupted by high-pitched shrieks echoing through the office corridors. Bursting into the main office from the Product Testing Hall came a terrified and very naked 28-year-old junior marketing analyst Zuiho Fujimoto. She sprinted for her freedom, her long black hair fluttering wildly and her pert breasts heaving from the effort. Her face was a mask of **** determination to evade the tower of muscle that was Tyler Johnson, equally naked and his brown skin glistening with water and his hair slick back and smelling of pool chlorine.

The black man was hot on her heels, and now that the pair was into the comparatively open space of the Main Office, he seemed likely to catch her. His hand clutched a Breeding Pass, his eyes were fixed on Zuiho with the intensity of the hunt that had taken over the Wet “N” Antics offices.

The chase ended abruptly as Zuhio glancing over her shoulder collided with Naomi who barely managed to hold onto the nude woman and keep her own footing. The analyst’s initial relief at having encountered the potential protection of a relatively senior member of staff, gave way to newfound fear as she saw Naomi was with Grant, whose impressive pecker was starting to become hard. She glanced from Brand Manager to the Regional Accounts lead, trying to figure out the dynamic. She had been in the corporate swimming pool just finishing her early morning dip rather than the Main Office when the Breeding Day began.

She had seen her friend Benika get fucked by a male cleaner with one of the Passes.

Zuhio and the lifeguard Chinatsu had initially hidden in a stall in the women’s shower area, when Tyler Johnson had entered. She was still learning the rules of what the Passes could do exactly but she knew enough to run.

Tyler skidded to a halt, irritation creasing his brow. "Damn-it, Donovan, she was mine," he protested, gesturing emphatically with the Pass. "Found her in the changing rooms of the swimming pool, with Chinatsu; you know the lifeguard? I had to pick one man!” he pointed at the unlucky Zuhio, “had that ass shaking all up in my sights across the whole fucking office"

Naomi spared the pair a disinterested glance, considering the scatterbrained Zuhio an insignificant conquest.

“Ms. Naomi, the Passes,” said Zuhio clinging to Naomi’s arm desperately, “be careful they have a strange power,” she started.

“Yes, I know Zuhio,” said Naomi, briefly handling Grant’s own pass that hung around his expansive chest to show the junior member of staff she was giving old news. Hadn’t she seen he was naked!? Naomi was unimpressed that the marketing analyst was quite slow on the uptake of current events. Maybe if she spent a little less time taking dips in the corporate pool and a little more time at her desk she wouldn’t be in this mess.

Grant cleared his throat and began to move with the Pass, Zuhio shrieked and crouched slightly still holding Naomi who shrugged her off, “don’t let Grant-san fuck me!” she protested in anticipation of his redeeming the Breeding Day Pass’s offer.

“Fine!” Naomi said exasperated at this waste of time, “Grant don’t fuck Zuhio,” and with a nonchalant shrug, she signalled for Grant to hand the woman back to her pursuer. Zuhio was speechless at the casual way she was passed like a baton to the awaiting Tyler.

Tyler, quickly presented his own Pass and pulled Zuhio over to a sofa. Quickly his cock hardened into a trunk of dark veiny flesh. An impressive enough weapon that Naomi raised her eyebrows at this veritable cunt-busting battering ram. “Careful now,” said Grant, “you could make your bull jealous.”

“Do not worry my dear,” whispered Naomi, “that really is too big for a pussy to handle,” apparently unconcerned that it had been her judgement that had led to Zuhio being given over to Tyler and his fearsome breeding-club.

Ignoring Zuhio’s throaty moans and Tyler’s obscenity laden exhortations, Grant and Naomi recentred themselves on the task at hand. “They could be anywhere by now,” said Naomi about her team members.

“True,” said Grant. “Why not kill two birds with one stone? Call them to a common meeting spot. One or two might fall for the bait and we might also get confirmation if any have left altogether.”

“Good plan,” Naomi agreed, she gave an icy smile, “and I am a member of the Brand-Development Group. Keiko is in it as well,” her mind spinning with strategy as her thumbs worked over her phone's screen.

"Ladies. This is crazy, meet at usual breakout area. I have a plan to get us out of the office! Already tagged so please trust me. N." Naomi typed.

Her message sent, Naomi tucked the phone back into her sleek jacket and prepared to head to the meeting spot favoured by her team for spontaneous meetings and informal brainstorming sessions. At that same moment Tyler let out a guttural bellow, his massive sunbaked glutes tensing as he released deep thick ropes of his seed into the eager pussy of young Zuhio. The poor woman was screaming incoherently at the base of the sofa as the throbbing man continued shooting, in waves of heat and pleasure, squirting cum until the white fluid pooled under her ass.

The black man pulled out, dripping thick drops of potent life-giving sperm.

“FUCK!” he roared in triumph, giving ruined Zuhio a massive spank on her well rounded behind. The just-fertilised woman gave a sharp wordless cry and then collapsed back into panting, head down on the sofa.

Naomi rolled her eyes at Tyler’s exaggerated display of dominance and was prepared to walk away but the Sales Rep grinned at Grant and said “Yeah! These Passes mean there is no fucking refractory period, and I am shooting hot double loads, it is fuck-a-Jap Day and these bitches are going home in two months, no payments, no comeback; I even got a fucking swim in today! You know what I am saying Grant?, Pound that pasetel de flango pussy!” he said throwing a pointed index finger towards Naomi.

There was a flash of anger in Grant’s eyes at the slur directed at his new mate, and in a moment, he had squared up to Tyler. “Don’t fucking say that in front of her!”

Tyler was surprised but not intimidated. He was about the same height and build as Grant. On any other day it would be unlikely that Tyler would back down from a physical confrontation. But he could still smell that there was unbred coochie to be had. He held up his hands wide “Hey, brother I didn’t mean no disrespect. Especially to your new woman, you guys led the way today. Peace to you man.”

“Grant-san, it’s fine,” said Naomi using the formal tone to get Grant’s attention and interposing a little between the two stags. She was surprised at how quickly Grant had gone from zero to into the red.

Tyler took a step back muscular arms still up while Grant still scowling, held his gaze.

“Have you seen Sayaka?” asked Naomi seeking to change the subject.

“Yeah,” said Tyler, “I think she had been tagged by Ethan. Last saw her in the swimming pool area chasing…Oh fuck!” said Tyler remembering something, “Chinatsu, I’ve been wanting to clap that lifeguard’s ass for twelve months. Catch you later,” with that in a blur of brown Tyler was off the way he came.

Grant watched the man go, his anger quickly subsiding, he glanced over at Naomi but said nothing. She had a look of amusement on her face. “Very strange the things American men get sappy about. You will be pounding plenty of Japanese pussy today after all.”

Grant still said nothing as they wondered over to the breakout session but a wry smile was breaking on his face. Finally, he said, “I wonder if after all his fucking Tyler will find his ‘Naomi’,” squeezing the shoulders of the one and only real Naomi, “maybe that’s what this all is? Some magic or something to get people to find the one! And we just got lucky first time.” Throughout all their strategizing they’d never thought to discuss what the Breeding Passes were.

“Or maybe the gods are just crazy and are fucking with us?” said Naomi with her more acidic outlook.

“Gods are fucking with us, as they watch us fuck. Is this just porn for the gods then?” said Grant.

“As good an explanation as any,” said Naomi pulling him down for a kiss.

Suddenly there was a ping from Naomi's phone indicated a new text. It was from Keiko to her personally, not the Brand-Development group.

Keiko hadn’t sent a message Naomi expected. It read: “Naomi, you’ll have to work a little harder than a work chat message to get your team bred. Try moving a little.”

Naomi narrowed her eyes and read the message to Grant, “She’s seen through the plan and is fucking with you?” he said.

“In that case why DM me? Why not put it on the group,” said Naomi rapidly typing a reply, “where would you suggest Keiko?”

An instant reply, “Finding your own team isn’t exactly as hard as negotiating world peace, you should be able to find them yourself. But I will give you and Grant a hint. These rooms will have their work cut out for them over the next 9 months.”

Naomi, read the hint out to Grant, “a crèche?” she said.

“The office doesn’t have a crèche.”

They both looked at each other “HR & Legal!” they said together.