Grant and Naomi and the R&D breeding grounds

11:53 am Sunny Day Mall. Floor 6. Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation.

R&D Department

Grant and Naomi looked across the R&D department and saw Keiko abruptly storm off from Tyler, still holding the Breeding Pass. It looked like she was going in the direction of the Wet “N” Antics Corporate Gym. Over the squeals, and grunts and general hubbub going on across the R&D department they were too far to hear what she had said. The black man looked as if he was going to go after the busty senior Product Engineer, but instead glanced down shrugged and picked up a discarded Breeding Pass.

“We should go after her,” said Naomi “find out what she knows and get to the bottom of these,” the raven-haired woman indicated to her phone, obviously meaning the messages she’d been sent.

“And just double check if she has been bred by Tyler,” Grant said innocently. Naomi rolled her eyes, “You are a fan of big boobs?” she complained fondling her smaller, though still lovely breasts, “now you’ll make me jealous,” she said referencing Grant’s previous comment about Tyler’s huge meat-stick.

“Of course not,” he hastily replied, “purely business, she is on the list remember,” Naomi threw him a dubious look but there was a smile in her eyes.

Grant and Naomi set off across the R&D offices towards the gym. The usually staid landscape of cubicles and photocopiers transformed into some orgiastic revelry from Ancient Rome writ large for the corporate landscape of the 21st century, thought the cause of which was more mysterious than the office printer's frequent 'Error 404' message.

“Well," said Naomi "one thing is for sure, Yumi’s plans for an orderly transfer back to Japan have, I believe the term is 'Gone Pear-Shaped,' yes?"

Grant gave a little shrug, “well that sounds like a Brit-phrase Naomi,” knowing his mate had gone to University in London. “My uncle was in the Marine Corp. He’d have described it as FUBAR. Fucked up beyond all recognition,” Grant said marvelling at the unexpected agility of the Aquatic Attractions Innovation Team engaged in an apparently unanimously enthusiastic seven-way sex-a-thon. The four females, pussies dripping had clearly already been bred but were still eagerly servicing their male teammates; fucking, sucking and even taking it in the ass. Clearly the rumours about the unresolved sexual tension in that team hadn’t been just idle gossip.

They crossed over to the East Side of the R&D Department. They were going to leave the office space via the North Corridor and start their search for Keiko in the Corporate Gym and Swimming Pool changing areas. They assumed that’s where she’d be; “she’ll not want to stay all day in a micro bikini,” Naomi had said.

“So, you think this is caused by God?” said Grant restarting their earlier brief conversation about the power of the Breeding Pass.

“Not God; gods, or some god, a kami, a spirit, maybe of nature,” said Naomi glancing into a room to check if one of their targets, Emi or some-other colleague worth breeding happened to be there,

“I didn’t know you were religious,” said Grant.

“Not particularly, but my great-grandmother actively practised Shintoism. She lived to 102 you know? What about you? Are you a believer?”

“My mom was an American Anglican but pretty lukewarm about it, and my dad was more or less a dyed in the wool unbeliever. That said he was also in the army and I heard him say the old phrase "there are no atheists in a fox hole once or twice.” I am probably agnostic,” he concluded.

Ahead of them blatantly out in the open he saw Tim Hoben the heavy set and extremely socially awkward Hydro-Innovation Research Specialist. He was naked and grasping his line manager, a stunning 37-year-old woman, Fuyumi Banba, from behind, by the hips. He was railing her hard, a look of command and ultimate satisfaction on his face. Fuyumi, hips stretched wide, was wantonly fucking back on her subordinate’s dick, her eyes were rolled up in sublime ecstasy and she was rapidly rubbing her pussy to aid her pleasure.

“Though I am beginning to believe miracles can happen,” Grant noted dryly as the previously amorously unsuccessful technician brought the female R&D Manager to a stunning orgasm and unloaded his sperm into her.

Stepping around the climaxing couple Naomi said, “the kami were known for inhabiting and representing all things, rivers, streams, storms but also emotions. Maybe it’s a god of fertility or sex?”

"True. Maybe its aliens?" murmured Grant, half-joking, half-wondering if indeed extraterrestrial forces might be responsible for the cavorting chaos.

“I thought about that,” Naomi taking the suggestion seriously, “but the Breeding Passes language is just too, relatable. And the power it puts over men and women…it's from someone or something that knows humans intimately.”

“Or maybe it’s the government? Rolling out mind-control tech?” said Grant still resistant to a supernatural explanation, though he was finding it hard to give a better one.

A naked Milo Danvers passed them by a look of deranged glee on his face.

“Are they ever this competent? Or fun?” said Naomi, “Oh! That’s sweet!” she said pointing across the office space, her normally forthright demeanour lightening

Grant looked over and saw Fumiko Riveria the attractive 42-year-old Aquatic Paints and Dyes Manager hurrying towards them. Following Naomi’s glance, he saw that she was heading towards a laboratory where her husband, 51-year-old Dr Marco Rivera the Chief Hydro-Chemicals Engineer was waiting a Breeding Pass in hand. The couple had met at the company and been married for 20 years. He remembered during bed talk with one of his previous conquests from the R&D Department that the husband and wife had been trying for a baby for some time. Fumiko wasn’t meant to be in on the weekend so Dr Rivera must have called her. Male Wet “N” Antics colleagues let her pass unmolested as she headed towards her rightful destination, Tyler Johnson gave her a high five.

Grant noticed a nearby Milo almost seemed to be ready to spring into action, his lanky frame tensing “Don’t you dare Milo!” Grant said snatching the Pass from the young man. Only when Fumiko had passed them and entered the laboratory did Grant return the Pass to Milo. The nerd scurried off muttering to himself.

“Stay classy Milo,” Grant called after him.

The pair continued on their journey to the changing rooms.