Emi Has A Last Card to Play Before She Becomes Brandon’s Fuck Toy and Some Explanations Are Needed.

After Aina had been dropped off Emi had transferred into the passenger seat. Brandon glanced over at her. The Assistant Business Manager’s once meticulously arranged hair was now a dishevelled array of dark strands, some sticking to her face, she was partially wrapped in a large yellow sweater, that Brandon saw sported the Product Engineers logo. It contrasted vividly against Emi’s fair skin and was a shade too large for her, it hung off one shoulder, unintentionally lending an air of casual allure. The pleated pool skirt that she must have appropriated, rode up her legs and showed off too much thigh.

Despite all of this her posture was relaxed but alert. Brandon couldn't help but admire her resilience and determination.

“Keep your eyes on the road stud,” said Emi, though not unkindly.

Bradon nodded and turned his attention back to driving.

“You still live with your parents, right?” said Emi.

“Yeah,” said Brandon “I mean, I could rent. The salary is decent enough but I’m saving for a house.”

“I understand. It’s the same in Tokyo. But still, probably better to take me back to mine.”

Brandon gulped, nervously. For the first time the reality of the deal he’d made sank in. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he felt his cock beginning to harden. “Concentrate on the road, concentrate on the road,” he thought **** not to remind himself that Emi was his fuck toy for the week. “10,000 minutes actually. That was a good deal..shut up, do not crash the fucking car!”

Brandon steered the VW into the serenity of Westwood. As he drove through the tree-lined streets, the air seemed calmer here, the manic pace of the city replaced by a tranquil suburbia. The sun was still high in the sky casting its light over the posh residences and manicured lawns of the upscale neighbourhood.

He pulled into the driveway of a high-rise apartment complex, its modern glass façade reflecting the waning light. The building exuded a quiet luxury, from the valet waiting by the entrance to the well-kept flower beds lining the walkway.

“Shit,” Brandon breathed admiringly. A Wet “N” Antics Manager obviously earned more than he’d realised. Emi smiled but didn’t say anything. She gathered her few belongings, smoothing out the borrowed sweater as best she could. "Thanks for the ride, Brandon. I guess this is me," she said.

"No problem," replied Brandon, his curiosity piqued as he surveyed the exclusive complex. "This is a nice place, Emi."

She smiled, "It's cozy. I've worked hard to make it home." A pause, then, "do you want to come up now? To unwind after... all that, or are you planning on heading back to the Mall?" Emi gestured at Brandon’s Breeding Pass which was on the dashboard.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the gearshift. Then he breathed. "Yeah, sure. I want to come up," he found himself saying, a smile breaking through his nervousness.

Emi had an enigmatic look. “Ok, well I don't have my wallet, keys or phone with me," she murmured. Let me speak to the concierge. He knows me, he has my spare key in the office.

With the entrance preliminaries out of the way they ascended to her floor, Emi leading the way through the immaculately decorated hallway to her front door. She unlocked it and stepped inside.

Brandon stepped over the threshold into Emi's apartment and was immediately struck by its warm, inviting quality. The entryway was neat and functional, with a simple wooden shoe rack holding a sensible mix of shoes, ranging from polished work heels to comfortable weekend flats, along with the classic Japanese tradition of a row of simple guest slippers.

The apartment had an air of homey welcome with a small side table adorned with a potted plant and a set of keys.

As Brandon took a few steps inside, he could glimpse into the living room from the hallway—a cozy area with a well-worn couch that had a couple of throw pillows arranged haphazardly. There was a coffee table with a few magazines fanned out and a remote control within easy reach, suggesting a space that was used daily.

Emi stopped in the hallway and indicated the shoe rack, “shoes please Brandon,” she said.

Brandon discarded his shoes and put on a pair of the slippers, as he stood up, he said, “there was one thing I was wondering, you sent me the video of the twins as leverage but how do you know I am not going to use that as, well, **** beyond the agreed week?”

Emi cocked an eyebrow at Brandon’s blunt suggestion. He held his hands up apologetically “I’m not saying I’m going to do that, I’m just, you know? Just asking.”

“You’re very devious Brandon,” Emi said “but a little behind the curve sometimes. Try checking the message again.”

Brandon checked his phone. The message was gone. He looked up at Emi his eyes-wide not knowing what to say.

“Another little security trick that Keiko has available to her,” Emi said holding up the Senior Engineer’s Phone, “she can delete messages sent to other work phones. I set the message to delete for 30 minutes after I sent it.”

“Damn,” muttered Brandon, “I should have forwarded the message to a personal email. You played me.”

“Just completing my own due diligence,” replied Emi.

The Japanese woman smiled, spreading her arms out wide, holding Keiko’s phone in one hand and pushing her chest out slightly. “Now, what exactly do you want to do with me?” she asked provocatively.

Brandon’s looked up at her sharply, “what?”

Emi indicated Keiko’s phone. The timer was running ‘10,000:00’… ’9999:59’ … ‘9999:58’

“You’re keeping to the deal?” said Brandon shocked, “but without the video, I mean you don’t have to, right?”

“Oh Brandon,” said Emi smiling “didn’t I say that I was a woman of my word?”

Brandon said nothing but looked sceptical. “Ok,” continued Emi, “there’s more to it than that. After today I need to consider my options. I might not be very popular in Japan for a while and maybe it would be better to stay with Wet “N” Antics US. In which case we’re still going to be colleagues, and I could use a friendly face. Also, and more pressing we have no idea what these Breeding Passes are! It says Breeding Day, but what if they happen every year, every month, week? Hell, maybe tomorrow will also be Breeding Day in the Mall!”

Brandon nodded. He hadn’t considered any of this.

“I go back on the deal today and I am very clever,” said Emi, “and tomorrow I need a deal to prevent impregnation again and then you claim me anyway. I think it would be better to establish some trust and then perhaps I can negotiate an extension if I need to.”

Emi gave him a coy look and smiled playfully, “and anyway you are actually kind of cute, I’ve fucked worse guys. Which brings us back to, what do you want to do with me?”

Brandon looked at the lovely Japanese woman in front of him, his dick was fully erect now.

“I..I have never had a fuck toy before,” he breathed not knowing what else to say.

“Well, I’ve never been a fuck toy before,” Emi countered looking down at herself, “listen, I’m a mess. How about a shower so I can clean up?” said Emi turning and beginning to walk further into her apartment.

“Oh, sure,” said Brandon, at the same time. feeling weirdly relieved and deflated to be left in the hallway.

Emi stopped and gave him a look, before grabbing him by the hand, “I meant shower together dummy.”