09:10 am Sunny Day Mall Floor 6 Head Office of Wet “N” Antics

Main Office

Wet "N" Antics' Principal Brand Advocate Asuka Ishikawa had taken her seat and was focused on her morning emails. It was the regular passive aggressive conversation between Sayaka and Emi, but the point of contention this morning was that apparently in order to promote the new ‘Fun Times Lotion Pool’ there was a game of Twister planned with Keiko Tanaka the busty Research and Product Engineer, that was clearly intended to be a sexy advert for the pool. The promotion was planned for later this week. This type of promotion was edging towards a line that Asuka didn’t want to cross and she was surprised at Keiko’s enthusiasm on the email chain. Then again, she had wondered in the past whether the eell endowed Keiko was perhaps bisexual…

Something caught her eye and the model made the mistake of glancing up. There between a rubber palm tree that in a past life had seen one too many pool parties and a row of monitors was Trevor Dudley, Events Liasion for the Company. He strutted like a peacock in mid-display. Trevor was the sort of man who mistook the office for a dance floor, his flirtations as subtle as a neon sign at a monastery. As always, he was looking to advance his chances with the office females.

Trevor Dudley’s was in his late forties, of decent height but skinny frame and a leering pointed unattractive face. He had been referred to as rat-like which was unfair as he was more like a stoat or a ferret. His life time tally of (unpaid) sexual conquests had been accumulated through a mixture of luck, closing time inebriation and just sheer bad fucking taste on the part of women.

Asuka Ishikawa on the other hand was a 26-year-old literal beauty Queen (Miss Tokyo-2017), the face of a major corporation and whilst doing a corporate tour in LA had been asked out by no less than Chris Evans (They had had two dates together, he was a perfect gentleman, they kissed but that was all).

Therefore, it was a display of unfathomable lack of self-awareness that Trevor’s chosen prey for the past nine months was the stunning Japanese woman. And unfortunately, as Events Liaison he had plenty of opportunity to speak to her.

"Hey Asuka, you seen the new range of pool noodles sales have been pushing?” Askuka gave him a dismissive half smile. The office leche persisted with this tenuous line of attack “You know I’ve got a pool noodle myself that would look good with you in a photoshoot,” he said not so subtly indicating his crotch.

“There isn’t a zoom lens small enough for that Trev,” quipped Tyler Johnson sitting nearby and not taking his eyes from his own screen. Asuka snorted in laugher whilst trying to keep her professional demure. Trevor shot an angry glance at the back of the head of the broad-shouldered black man but knew better than to piss off the muscle-bound Sales Rep.

Trevor was not one to be easily disheartened. He brushed up closer to Asuka, "I thought maybe we could dive into a deep conversation together some time."

Asuka looked up squarely at him for the first time, her patience clearly tested yet her demeanour still cool, "deep conversations are best reserved for HR, don’t you think, Trevor?" and a few nearby ears privy to the exchange snickered, appreciating the retort.

Trevor for a moment appeared as if he might push his luck, but at that moment Sayaka strode the past. The Senior Business Manager paused. The slight woman looked up at Trevor, “Dudley, Asuka is busy with an internal event. It doesn’t require you. When I see you next be at your desk.” Trevor said nothing to this dismissive dressing down from Alaska-Sayaka but slinked off to the other side of the office.

On the way over to his desk he casually glanced out the great windows down onto the Mall spread out below him. Something caught his eye. Far down below on the ground floor level of the atrium he thought he saw what looked like a woman pressed against the outside of a retail unit’s glass frontage, her sundress bustled up around her waist with a guy behind her and tensed in what appeared to be the throes of ecstasy.

Trevor did a double take, but when he pressed himself up against the office window to look down at the two exhibitionists the woman’s skirt was down again and the two were walking away from each other in opposite directions. Trevor stared intently at the two, flicking between each of the tiny figures. Was the man doing up his belt? It was unclear from his vantage point this far away to be sure.

“Yo Trevor,” called over Justin from the tech support team, “you alright man?”

Trevor just stared at the spotty thin nerd and nodded his head nervously. He walked back to his desk shaking his head to himself. His preoccupation with getting into Asuka’s panties was clearly causing him to hallucinate.