Nice Guy’s Finish Last. But They Can Still Cross The Finish Line (10:15 am Main Office; Brandon and Aina)

10:15 am Sunny Day Mall Floor 6 Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation

Main Office

Meanwhile back in the main open plan office Aina, with Brandon in tow had found refuge in a side office and were peering out through slit blinds at the feverish orgy of fucking and breeding in amazement.

“I can’t believe they are all doing it like dirty animals,” said Aina Washio gazing out at the debauchery playing out before them. In particular she kept a weather eye on Tyler Johnson’s toned black-ass flex magnificently as he pounded Rika. The HR officer didn’t seem to be minding too much that she was being impregnated by the ebony sales rep.

Remembering the one male who wasn’t participating and whom she probably needed to get out of the Mall without being fertilised herself, Aina turned to Brandon “You’re a good guy,” she said touching his arm. She was indeed assured that Brandon was a nice guy, not the sort of man to take advantage of some bizarre perverted magic to impregnate any hot woman he wanted.

Brandon nodded, trying to hold Aina’s gaze so she didn’t see the massive hard on that had sported in his pants. And he was especially trying to avoid looking too guilty as he fumbled in his pocket for the Breeding Pass the hooded guy had given him this morning. He inwardly cursed that his deep pockets were a pit of useless debris. “Damnit, candy wrapper, old receipt, key bundle, headphones...”

“We better get going,” said Aina “this place just isn’t safe. Brandon, are you ok?” she said bemused at Brandon’s distracted look.

“Yeah, yeah,” said Brandon. “One second,” he said shuffling impatiently.

Aina frowned. She was worried that one of the horny men outside would notice her. “Like that big muscular black bull,” the thought came into her mind unbidden shocking herself. It really was time to go!

“Ok I’m leaving Brandon” she said zipping up her jacket and preparing to make a dash for it.

“No!” Brandon nearly shouted causing the Asian girl to glance over at him sharply. “Sorry,” he said, “I mean there’s something, I, uh, need to say. Uhm…to you.” Aina gave him a look of confused impatience. Was now really the time?

“Shit. Candy wrapper again...” Brandon’s fingers closed around the flexible plastic card. “Fuck, yes! Got it!”

Taking a deep breath, he looked deeply into Aina’s face and her beautiful hazel eyes. The eyes that he found so much love for and had received so much heartbreak from. He had wanted to hold her in his arms for so long!

And there was the rub; impregnating the girl who had turned him down but now saw him as a dependable friend. He was **** for her, but this was a betrayal he wondered he could go through with. Hadn't he always been a reliable shoulder for her to cry on these past 24 months, a useful pal when she needed a guide and driver around the foreign city she had made home, a dependable cover and support in the office if she needed to leave early? Wasn’t he throwing that connection all away?

“Brandon,” Aina said impatiently, “there are men out there who would like to fuck me,” her emphasis on the word men was probably the worst thing she could have said. Unintentional or not it led to an unfortunate comparison with what exactly she thought Brandon was. His resolve immediately hardened. He’d give her a grand gesture alright.

“You know how I said I was ok with us just being friends Aina?” She nodded confused at this non-sequitur. “Yeah, not so much” he said holding up the Breeding Pass.

Her jaw dropped.

“Brandon you can’t be serious?!” she said in visible shock.

He had never been more serious than that moment. His hardon strained against his pants such that it was nearly painful. He handed her the Pass “I want to fuck you and I want you to have my baby.”

“But we’re friends and I’m leaving in two months” wailed Aina taking her jacket off and beginning to shrug out of her sweater.

“We’ll still be friends. It’s just now you won’t forget my feelings for you,” he said dismissing her concerns.

“Brandon this isn’t fair you know. I feel like you have really misled me,” she said disappointed at this grand betrayal. Now she was standing in her bra as she unbuttoned her jeans.

“Don’t worry if afterwards you don’t think it will work out between us I’ll still come visit you and the baby,” said Brandon fumbling out of his own clothes.

Aina threw him a dirty look as she hopped out of her jean pants and discarded her knickers. The delicate vee that formed at her crotch was quite delectable. “What will I tell my parents? My boyfriend?”

“You met a nice American guy. Turn around,” he said. Brandon’s friend (well maybe ex-friend, though he was too horny to care at this point) turned around and Brandon unclasped her bra. Gently he guided her onto all fours.

Before she could protest, he deftly unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and gently placed it at the entrance of Aina’s cunt. As he slowly pushed forward, he brushed Aina’s clit sending shivers throughout her body. He was rewarded with a soft moan.

For several minutes Brandon slowly thrust himself into Aina’s tight wet pussy, watching her ass bounce as she moaned softly under him. This wasn’t rough, violent pounding sex but rather slow passionate thrusts that drew both of them ever closer to the precipice of climax. Aina arched her back feeling a wave of pleasure wash through her entire body. Then with a final thrust Brandon felt his balls tighten and with one final effort he groaned into Aina’s ear as “Fuck you feel amazing”. And with that, he spurted his cum into her warm nurturing vagina, his sperm triumphantly journeying into the promised land, and taking Brandon out of the friendzone.

Shortly afterwards Brandon walked out of the office. Things were a little awkward between him and Aina at the moment and she probably needed some time alone.

He was surprised to see Taylor still naked after his encounter with Rika, confidently stride away from the thoroughly fertilised HR officer. Tyler glanced inside the office to see Aina silently dressing. Taylor had a flash of disappointment, “Aina,..damn. I was going to take her” then he grinned at Brandon “Attaboy,” he said giving his fellow Sales Rep a high five. “Always knew you had the hots for Ms Washio. Breeding her, you’ve even one-upped Grant man.”

There was a commotion nearby and a flash of dyed-blonde hair as the 26-year-old Tsumugi the bookkeeper from accounts emerged from under a desk where she had been hiding and made a break for it. Tyler watched the petite girl flee for a moment and then a wolfish grin broke out on his face and he began to chase after her. “Tsumugi!” he yelled, “I’ve got a nine-month growth forecast for you to monitor!”