The Mischief Maker's Grand Scheme

12:45pm Wet “N” Antics 6th Floor US Offices.

Restricted Product Development suites; Keiko’s Office.

Emi was hunched over Keiko’s desk, keeping one eye on the broad monitor filled with a grid of video screens, whilst at the same time she frantically fingered herself (the vibrator having given up its battery life some time ago), a bubbly effervescence frothing within her pussy as she perched like a misaligned cherub on the edge of her chair in the senior Product Engineer’s office. Her mobile device — or rather, Keiko's — was the wand with which she conducted the office's disorder, her fingertips dancing gleefully over the touchscreen.

For the past ninety minutes, the office had been in a state of sexual pandemonium. Amid the debauched chaos, Emi had watched from the computer screen as her colleagues scurried about, driven like game pieces on a board by her well-placed texts.

"This is too much fun," she whispered to herself, tapping out another message to Grant, her words practically danced in the air, as she flicked her clit.

About an hour ago Naomi and Grant, the unsung heroes in her little game and her favourite puppets, had closed in on and run to ground Naomi’s Brand Management team. They'd been zigzagging through the office based on Emi's texted hints, unwittingly complicit in her mischievous plan.

The final one of the trio to be bred was Mika Kobayashi, the enigmatic redhead with a résumé that gleamed like polished chrome, had nearly evaded them by hiding in a hollowed-out coffee cup. Emi, didn’t have anything against Mika as such. But there was an outside chance the high achieving young woman could represent a career rival if she made it past the day unbred.

Emi sent Naomi a text directing the Brand Manager where to look.

Emi, giddiness stretched her lips into an uncontrollable smile, even as she stretched her pussy lips in pleasure. As she had watched her colleagues lead Mika away to be bred, Emi hadn’t even been able to hold out for Grant to actually fuck the redhead until she had finger banged herself to climax, a great gush of girl-cum soaking the floor around Keiko’s desk.

Her coup de grâce awaited her still: Yumi's return. The thought of breeding the Managing Director sent shivers of excited anticipation down Emi's spine. The consequences would be monumental. A single spurt of sperm would ensure that Yumi would be in a **** positioned to being sidelined by Corporate when the woman returned to Japan.

"Come on, Yumi," she whispered, glancing at the clock, "let's see if you can dodge the web I've woven."

It was a fine line Emi was walking. She had to ensure Yumi was indeed impregnated but at the same time she had no illusions that eventually one of her female rivals, Sayaka or perhaps Keiko, would find a way into her little office fortress. She had no intention of being fertilised and having to carry a child herself for nine months. Therefore, as soon as the Pass was presented to Yumi, Emi had to be out of the office and down the service elevators.

Her attention was brought to one screen in particular—a black-and-white view of the interior of an elevator. Yumi Takahashi, Managing Director of Wet “N” Antics USA and North America and the sought-after game piece in the Breeding Day, had officially entered the building.

The soft clicks of Emi's computer mouse were drumbeats as loud as the beating of her heart as she switched to the feed from the 6th floor main entrance lobby, Yumi’s impending destination.

"Come on, guys," Emi muttered under her breath, her eyes scanning the banks of feeds for her accomplice in this round of breeding. "Who’s the lucky cock. Someone's about to hit the jackpot."

She had sent her fellow employees scrambling with texts from Keiko's phone, offering directions, feints, and falsehoods with the finesse of a puppeteer, and she realised there weren’t any males in the Main Office to greet her illustrious boss.

The elevator feed showed the numbers ascending, a silent countdown to the moment Yumi would step out onto the 6th floor. Emi's heart rate rose with the passing floors, a crescendo of anticipation building inside her. Who would it be? Grant? Naomi? Her eyes shifted between the monitor and her phone. She quickly typed out a message for her favourite pieces.

“Naomi,” she messaged, “Yumi inbound into main office. Tell Grant he can cream her. Let’s see if Yumi finds pregnancy as much of a cake walk as you do?”

DING!

Yumi stepped out onto the 6th floor and approached the main Wet “N” Antics office entrance.

Emi, bit her lip nervously. Her mind was racing. With Yumi in the building she wondered whether she should just pull the plug now and head down the service elevator. But her competitive nature couldn’t quite let her leave when she was so close. She had to see this thing through to the finish and make sure Yumi was indeed bred.

Still, it didn’t hurt to get her escape route in order. In fact, she should have gotten this in order about an hour ago!

She considered her options. Keiko’s car keys were right there, and the senior Product Engineer had an assigned parking space. She could wait till the last moment and just high tail it to Keiko’s vehicle in the underground car park reserved for the employees of the mall’s commercial properties. Stealing an employee’s vehicle was not a very appealing plan, but the alternative was being bred. And she could always organise for the car to be returned by the end of the day.

The other riskier but less illegal route was to take a left tilt her rivals wouldn’t expect. She’d always been on good terms with Brandon the rather self-effacing Sales Rep. Emi had thought he was kind of cute but being in a senior position hadn’t of course approached Brandon. Either way Brandon was a good guy.

Emi knew that he’d bred Aina but to be honest that was just a gimme as the Americans would say. Aina had been naïve to the point of insult to have hung around the guy who obviously had a massive crush on her. If Brandon hadn’t fucked her, Emi probably would have thought a little less of him.

But as far as she could see Brandon had been rather **** to breed anyone else. He had been in a long chat with Aina for the past couple of hours, although that conversation seemed to have been running its course. Based on what she had seen on the silent video feed Aina, as far as Emi could tell from the female Sales Rep’s body language, was giving Brandon the cold shoulder.

Emi thought she might have a plan and an offer for Brandon that would save her ass and give Brandon a once in a life time opportunity.

Before Emi made her choice as to which way she was going to go she noticed her Breeding Pass. The hologram on it seemed to be projecting more brightly, somehow, and it seemed to have a glow to it. Emi wasn’t sure if she quite had time to investigate this right now.