Slippery Pursuits

10:25am Sunny Day Mall Floor 6 Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation

Product Testing Department

Emi's heartbeat hammered in her ears, a syncopated rhythm that matched the slap-slap of her feet on the sleek office linoleum floor. Dark strands of hair, damp with lotion and exertion, clung to her forehead as she darted through corridors and sprinted through Wet "N" Antics' sprawling back-office space.

She could still hardly believe the absurdity of her situation, glazed with lotion, shirt shredded to mere threads, and sporting a “borrowed” plaid skirt that was significantly too short for the occasion. She would have found it all hilarious if the stakes weren’t so ludicrously high. Careers, and wombs were fluttering precariously around the edge of a precipice.

The sound of Sayaka's bare feet slipping and skidding against the floor behind her painted a portrait of determined pursuit. The thought of being caught by her superior, whose own modesty was barely preserved by a sheen of glistening lotion, gave urgency to Emi's flight.

Ethan trailed Sayaka, his muscular form clad in a pair of quick-dry Wet "N" Antics shorts he had grabbed from the Product Testing Hall. Ethan's bulk, a nonchalant blend of muscle and comfort weight, did not lend itself well to agility, and Sayaka more than once turned and gave him a scowl to ensure he was still following. There was no fear of that though, with his Breeding Pass in hand he was determined to tag Emi and paint her vagina with his seed.

Emi's eyes darted left and right, searching for the teal-striped door that was her safe zone in this leg of the chase. She clutched Keiko's phone like a lifeline.

Wet “N” Antics was a multi-billion-dollar corporation, and the owner Hiroshi Nakamura hadn’t built it up by being slapdash with Intellectual Property security. Behind the teal door that led to the Restricted Product Testing suites many of Wet “N” Antics initial products, including some which were still pending patents, and other valuable IP were researched and tested. Only Product Engineers and Yumi the MD had unrestricted access. Everyone else entered only with strict supervision. Emi knew that Keiko used the phone as an electronic pass to get into that set of offices. The standard company electronic fobs wouldn’t work, but Keiko’s phone would and Emi was betting that even locked the phone would work.

There it was! The glass door framed in teal loomed closer, its portal to safety almost within reach. Emi willed her legs to pump faster, ignoring the familiar burn that seeped into her muscles.

Twenty feet. A shout from behind—Sayaka's voice, melded in a plea, a demand, a treaty of war. It spurred Emi to a final burst of speed.

Ten feet. A lungful of sterile office air filled Emi’s chest.

Five. The phone was up. The moment of truth!

The small green fluorescent light glowed on the black box next to the door and the electronic lock bleeped its recognition. Now. Emi lunged for the door handle, the click of the latch a thunderclap in her ears, as the safety of the Restricted Product Testing suites embraced her. Over the threshold and with a giddy laugh Emi spun on her heel and pushed the heavy door shut in Sayaka’s face.

Sayaka cursed and slammed a wet glistening hand against the glass of the door, her boobs quivering in fury. Emi couldn't contain a burst of laughter at her naked superior, her jubilant cackle echoing off the walls of her sanctuary. "Better luck next time!" she teased, waggling her fingers at the pair on the other side of the glass, her face flushed with victory and the thrill of the chase.

At that moment Ethan came into closer view. Pressing up against the door he waved the Breeding Pass at Emi and she could hear him demand that she open up to accept it. Emi felt a hot flush of desire and an image of her gently stroking her baby bump. She would look good as a mother to be…

Her right hand grasped the handle of the door.

And then she caught herself, “what the hell am I thinking!? I . Do. Not. Want. Ethan's. Baby. Remember that!”

She consciously had to take two steps back from the door and turn away from the two pursers. Obviously, the power of the Breeding Pass could penetrate barriers to some degree, though was considerably weaker.

Frustration etched deep lines across Sayaka's glistening face as she glared at the secure door that mocked her defeat. She shot Ethan an irate side-eye, her annoyance palpable in the air. "Ethan, your speed matches that of a lethargic snail!" she hissed, her determination burning through the setback. "We need to catch Emi. And you..." she jabbed a finger into his chest, glistening liquid splashing and leaving a lotion streak on the fabric of his shorts, "...you need to be ready with that pass." She had accepted that Ethan had a right to claim her womb and she should carry his child, indeed her prior thoughts to the contrary were a haze. But goodness he was slow! Didn’t he know that it was just as imperative that Emi was bred as well?! Her chest heaved with exertion; her perturbed gaze fixed on the teasing figure of Emi safely behind the glass. With a decisive pivot, she beckoned Ethan to follow her retreat back to the pool and gym area, her mind already scheming for alternative routes into Emi’s erstwhile sanctuary.