Elevator Music (It’s all Jazz)

Inside the lift Asuka was breathing heavily her heart racing, but the graceful woman was beginning to pull herself together. That had been close. The lustful Trevor Dudley of all people had been inches from painting her beautiful vagina with his nasty sperm. Now it was just a short elevator ride down to the underground Parking Level. Her Toyota was parked nearby and she’d be away. Level 2. She had a moment of panic when she realised the elevator was decelerating.

The moment stretched, taut as a wire, until finally—a chime rang out. Inside the lift the DING! was the loudest thing Asuka had ever heard. The doors revealed Martin Bruns the Graphic Design Support Manager who had restarted the whole debacle after Sayaka had cut up Grant’s pass. Asuka’s blood ran cold when she saw he held a handful of passes in his hand, but he quickly and silently stepped in and hit the doors closed and the Sub-Basement Parking Lot button. As the elevator doors snapped shut Trevor could be seen just coming into view.

Asuka backed up into the corner of the lift petrified at this new threat to the future of her next nine months (and indeed 18 years!). Martin held up his ring finger which had a gold band on it. “Calm down Asuka, I’m married, 18 years this fall and we have a very healthy sex life. You’re very tempting trust me but I have four kids already, I don’t need another. These passes are pure radiation though. I gathered up as many as I could. I wanted to make sure the female retail staff on Level 2 knew they should leave.”

“And…” said Asuka softly.

Martin shook his head “They opened at 09:00 like always and well, customers with Breeding Passes had already got to them. Geez, it’s crazy. What the hell are these things?”

The elevator doors opened to reveal the underground Parking Level; Asuka pressed herself against the back of the elevator out of sight while Martin poked his head out. “Ok, coast is clear,” the chubby man said, “make a break for it.”

Asuka smiled and kissed Martin on the cheek, “you’re a good man Martin. Your wife is very lucky.” And with that the long-legged beauty rushed to her car. She was pulling away when Trevor emerged panting from the stairwell still brandishing a Pass. Asuka drove past him, and coldly gave him the finger as she made her escape.

Trevor shook his head in frustration. He turned noticing Martin standing on the threshold of the elevator for the first time. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he exclaimed bending over exhausted from his fruitless pursuit of the Japanese beauty queen, “Martin you son of a bitch. Some guys get all the luck. You fucked her in the elevator, right?”

“Nope” said Martin simply.

“What?” said Trevor, “I don’t understand. Why didn’t you bang her man?”

“That’s why you shouldn’t have this,” said Martin swiftly snatching the Breeding Pass from Trevor and giving him a hard shove away from the elevator. The Event’s Liaison Manager was standing on a raised curb and struggled to remain upright as he stagged back into the parking lot. By the time he regained his composure the elevator doors were closing and Martin was ascending back into the office.

Trevor swore in rage and ran back. When he finally reached the 6th Floor and the glass door entrance to the Wet “N” Antics main office, he realised he had left his entrance key fob on his desk inside and was locked out. In the current circumstances there was no one on reception to let him in. With no Breeding Pass there was no point even venturing into the Mall but with no office entrance-fob he could only look helplessly through the glass doors at all the free bright young things he had passed up on for a failed shot at Asuka Ishikawa.