A new meaning to up the greasy pole (Emi, Sayaka and Ethan)

09:50am Sunny Day Mall Floor 6 Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation

Main Office.

Emi Watanabe weaved through the labyrinth of desks, papers fluttering like startled birds in her wake as she gave chase to Sayaka Mori. Emi's breath was loud in her ears as her focus narrowed on the tight dark hair her quarry ahead. The moment the chaos erupted in the central office, Sayaka had wisely chosen to flee. Emi had anticipated this and had snatched a Breeding Pass and set off after the prim but pretty Senior Business Manager, though not before calling to Ethan to follow her. Emi was determined that this was the day her bossy superior got bred.

Sayaka Mori's feet pounded the carpet, her normally composed face twisted in panic as she dashed between cubicles. Her calculating mind, always nimble with numbers and strategy, was now entirely focused on evasion; the stakes could not be higher. Despite numerous protective labour laws in both the States and Japan she knew Wet “N” Antics corporate culture meant a pregnancy would lead to her falling by the wayside for any promotions, or even subtly ousted from the company altogether.

Behind her, the eager twin footfalls of Emi Watanabe and Ethan Miller signalled a relentless pursuit. Emi's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, fully aware that catching Sayaka would mean the downfall of her shrewd office rival – the perfect chance to topple the 'Queen of Analytics' from her throne. "Keep running, Sayaka! The faster you flee, the harder you'll fall!" Emi shouted, half out of breath but driven by the thrill of the hunt and the sweet scent of impending victory.

Sayaka threw a glance over her shoulder, before crashing through a set of brightly coloured double doors.

Without a moment's hesitation Emi darted in after her, barely registering the shift from carpet to slick, polyurethane-coated floors. The scent of tropical fruits and sunscreen filled her senses, momentarily disorienting her. They had entered the makeshift indoor playground that Wet "N" Antics had set up for product demonstrations - the 'Lotion Pool' being a crowd favourite. Inside, a shallow but wide pool awaited them, filled with viscous, slippery gel designed to be both hydrating and exceedingly difficult to navigate. Floating on top was the large Twister mat the two rivals had been discussing earlier that morning.

Sayaka had the home field advantage, having managed this product's rollout and her familiarity with the treacherous terrain showed. Her panic gave her pace as she danced along the edge of the pool, luring Emi in. The Senior Business Manager gave a squeal as fear threatened her balance and she skittered around the pool, Emi just a breath behind.

Emi matched her stride for stride, all the while plotting the perfect moment to strike. Sayaka's job was on the line, and Emi knew it. This wasn’t some game of tag; it was a duel for survival in the corporate jungle. The consequence of failure was a breeding with a rampant male and being excised from the herd.

Sayaka was being careful in avoiding entering the six-inch deep lotion pool itself but in a cruel twist of fate, Sayaka's heel betrayed her, it partially snapped and she skidded on a puddle of spilled lotion. Her heart leapt into her throat as she spun desperately, teetering on the edge of disaster. Emi saw her chance and lunged with precision, the lust filled goal of ending her rival's tenure within her grasp. Sayaka, acting on pure instinct, dove away into the pool! The dark haired Senior Business Manager skidded across the slick surface her suit glistening in the bright lights and sending a spray of lotion in all directions.

Emi's momentum could not be curbed, and with a wild cry she tumbled spectacularly into the Lotion Pool. A wave of lotion exploded into the air as she landed with a resounding splash. Sayaka staggered to her feet kicking off her heels as she went and made a bid to escape her manic rival, intent on delivering her up to fertilisation.

Behind both women, Ethan entered the pool area. He flicked a switch by the main doors that would lock them from the outside but could be opened easily from the inside. The Lotion Pool area was sometimes used for risqué photos shoots so the lock setting ensured a closed set and Ethan didn’t want to be disturbed.

Emi surfaced, grinning wildly, the absurdity of it all striking her with a fit of manic laughter. With a lunge she clipped Sayaka’s heel sending her rival spilling once more into the lotion pool. Submerged in the thick, gooey substance of the lotion pool, Sayaka and Emi emerged thoroughly sodden. Both were still adorned in their business suits which now clung to their bodies with the slick sheen of the pool's contents.

Emi called out to Ethan “Ethan get in here, give Sayaka your pass.”

Sayaka Mori's breath came in ragged gasps, her mind whirling. “No Ethan, you don’t want my baby, you don’t want to make me pregnant. Think of the responsibility!”

“What responsibility?” Emi shouted even as she grabbed one slippery leg of her rival, “you’ll soon be in Tokyo. There’s no child support agreement between the US and Japan. Breed her Ethan, dick-her-down for costing you your end of year bonus!”

Sayaka, **** as she grappled with the younger woman, managed to slip out of Emi’s grasp once again, “Ethan” she implored frantically **** to say anything that would spare her from being bred, “I’ll have Emi’s bonus transferred to you as well as your own,” She slid away from the other Japanese woman and gave her pony tailed adversary a savage look, “this slut is being terminated from the company anyway after today I can assure you of that!”

Emi tried to envelop Sayaka again but this time the shrewd Senior Business Manager reached out and snatched the Breeding Card Emi was still holding. With a cry of joy, she waved it “I’ll pass it to you Ethan! Impregnate Emi! Fuck herrr!”

Ethan, watching the two women’s antics from poolside just laughed and tapped his own plastic Breeding Pass against the palm of his hand. “Ladies, ladies, for starters I have my own Breeding Pass. Emi, you didn’t think I’d rely on you did you? Sayaka a double annual bonus this year is a very tempting offer but creaming your prissy little snatch sounds just swell. Thinking about your baby bump having to fit in that tight business suit is making me hard.” He wasn’t lying the bulge in his crotch was visible.

“On the other hand,” he mused “Emi you are pretty conniving. Right now, a lot of your coworkers are getting knocked up because of you. To coin a phrase; breeding you with your own petard seems the ethical option. So...I tell you what, a strip lotion battle seems as fair a way as any to settle this. First to be stripped naked gets the Pass and a baby bump. And if it takes more than ten minutes, I’ll just fuck whoever is closest.”

The two Japanese office ladies didn’t waste any time. They began grappling amid the gel; their suits slippery to the touch. Fingers searched for edges and seams, Sayaka desperately clawing toward the hem of Emi's skirt seeking purchase to remove the item of clothing. They twisted and turned, fighting for leverage as the thick lotion proved to be both ally and adversary, impeding their own movements as well as their rivals. Sayaka, feeling her jacket being pulled uncomfortably tight, retaliated with a twist and a shove, using Emi's momentum against her and twisted the young woman onto her back into the lotion as one of Emi’s arms came loose from the jacket.

Maybe she would be able to get out of this after all, Sayaka thought as she dived on top of Emi.