Good Guy, Gets A Bad Girl (Brandon and Emi)

Emi needed a getaway, but that didn’t mean she wanted to steal Keiko’s car and compound the legal trouble she was probably already in. But her own car keys were nestled in her purse on the other side of the building, far from reach. She needed an ally, and only one name came to mind: Brandon Smith.

His bright yellow VW Golf was exactly the escape pod Emi needed.

She lifted Keiko's phone, its screen smeared with a thin film of lotion, and her other juices from her hands, and dialled Brandon's number. The ringtone echoed in the emptied office until he picked up.

“Keiko..” he answered, his voice laced with curiosity.

"Brandon, it's Emi," she started, her voice wavering with a concoction of urgency and charm. "Don’t ask how I have Keiko’s phone. It’s a long story. I see you finally made your grand gesture with Aina?"

Brandon's nervous chuckle rang through. "Yeah…we’ve just been talking actually. What's up?"

"I need a favour," Emi pleaded, her voice taking on an edge of seriousness, "a big one."

"You've got my attention," he replied, interest piqued.

Emi outlined her predicament in rapid succession and how she was in Keiko’s office, the words tumbling out. She concluded with, "listen, I'm currently the mastermind behind most of the successful fertilisations today, but if Yumi catches wind of this, I'm toast. She needs to be bred and then I need to get out of here, fast. I don't have my car keys, and I'm effectively trapped."

There was a pause, and Emi's heart thundered in her chest. Brandon was her wildcard — unpredictable but potentially invaluable.

"What do you need me to do?" Brandon's voice was cautious but not unkind.

"I need you to be at the bottom of the service lift, in your car, ready to go, as soon as I give the word," Emi said briskly. "You could use your Breeding Pass on me yourself, I know, but I'm offering you a deal instead,” Emi hesitated wondering only half believing she was doing this, “if you help me, I'll be your personal fuck-toy the rest of the day, as long as it is outside the mall! I’m on the pill so I’ll be safe. But you get me the whole day. Work my pussy; blowjobs, anal, girlfriend experience, whatever."

A weighty silence settled between them. Emi knew Brandon's lust could go either way: he might see this as an opportunity to have some no consequence fun, or he could cash in on being the one to breed the puppet master herself and maybe earn points with Yumi and others.

Finally, Brandon's voice broke through, easy-going and confident. "A month,” he said.

Emi couldn’t stop herself from smiling. Brandon may have been unassuming in his love life but he was still a salesman, and actually a very good one. That said a month was too much, she’d rather take her chances stealing Keiko’s car and having it returned the same day. Eyeing the surveillance feeds, Emi knew her time was limited; "Three days," she countered, hoping Brandon would bite at the upgraded offer.

"Ten days" his voice hard and to the point "I'm thinking ten days, is worth avoiding nine months.”

Emi chuckled, leaning back in the office chair that still bore the warmth of Keiko’s absence. "See if you had been this confident and direct with Aina you probably wouldn’t have needed to use the Pass.”

“Ten days,” Brandon repeated.

“Ten is overkill Brandon, I do have other options that I’d rather not use but you’re not quite in a position to set the price. Let's call it an even week, and we have a deal."

Brandon paused, and Emi could practically hear the gears turning in his head. "A week it is, but I've got one more term. By the minute, Emi. 10,000 minutes of you as a fucktoy. I don't want any idle time, waiting for you to turn up or when I am sleeping or whatever."

The ludicrousness of the metric amused Emi to no end; it was pure, unadulterated salesmanship. Yet, she found herself grinning, swept up in negotiation. "10,000 minutes of dedicated sexual service, down to the last second," she affirmed, her amusement evident. "But in that case, I have terms. If you want me to stay over and literally sleep with you that counts on the clock. Also, I’m your fuck-toy not your toilet. I’ll do light bondage, roleplay, but any really weird or gross kinks I have a veto on.”

His sex life such as it was up until today was pretty vanilla. “To be honest Emi I don’t have any weird kinks,” he chuckled nervously, half trying to reassure, half embarrassed.

“Oh really?” she said playfully, “maybe we’ll have to fix that for you. Ok 10,000 minutes. You have yourself a deal, Brandon Smith. Now get over to underground parking bay Green Zone 34-50 asap."

"Great," he affirmed, his voice bright with victory, then remembered something, "Wait! Collateral. How do I know you won’t just welch on the deal once we’re off mall property?"

Emi was impressed that he had even remembered to consider due diligence. “I am a woman of my word, Brandon. But I appreciate in the circumstances that might not be enough. Hold on I’ll send you something and ring you right back.”

Less than a minute later Brandon received an embedded video message. It was a short thirty second selfie-confession of Emi admitting it was her who had orchestrated Hani and Suki to be impregnated by Milo.

Emi rang back, “ok, if I welch on the deal, you can take that to Yumi or their uncle-Director in Japan.”

Brandon thought for a moment, then said, “ok fine. I’ll be right over.”

When he had hung up Emi walked out to the ante-chamber lobby and called the lift up in preparation for her departure.

Then she returned to the computer screen. She was just in tims. On the video screen Yumi was just walking across the lobby of the main office…