Overtake the Ill-Tempered Woman

Dave felt the laminated card resting securely in his pocket. He had the Breeding Pass, and now he needed to choose the first recipient of his sweet victory. He glanced at Lily, the pink-haired teen, who was right there, but his focus immediately snapped to the target that promised the deepest satisfaction: the woman in the gray skirt.

The slim woman with shoulder-length gray-streaked blonde hair was already strutting away from the South Side Entrance, moving deeper into the mall. Dave remembered her "don't fuck with me" attitude and her earlier rant calling him a "lazy halfwit" and a "pervert". Enacting **** on her for her bitchy attitude was far more appealing than exploiting Lily's innocence.

Dave pushed past Floyd and Lily and set off in pursuit. He quickly caught up to the formally dressed woman, whose knee length gray skirt and matching business jacket marked her distinctively.

"Hey! Lady in the gray skirt!" Dave called out, his voice sharp with purpose.

The woman stopped and slowly turned, radiating the same icy, intimidating stare she had given him near his car. She instantly recognized Dave.

"You again? Didn't I tell you to be careful?" she demanded, her voice laced with familiar annoyance. "Don't tell me you're stalking me after almost hitting me with your door. Because frankly, I'm tired of your lazy halfwit generation".

Dave ignored the insult. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the newly acquired Breeding Pass, holding the laminated card directly in front of her face so she couldn't miss the big print.

"Yeah," Dave retorted, letting a triumphant smirk settle on his face. "I followed you here because I want your baby".

The woman's eyes opened wide in shock as she read the words 'Breeding Pass'. Her aggressive demeanor instantly fractured, replaced by confusion and a dawning sense of horror.

Dave watched the compulsion take root. She looked from the card to Dave's face, her initial rage dissolving into raw panic. She remembered the demanding fine print: the authorization to demand one sexual act, and the horrifying clause that the receiver was unable to refuse.

"You've got to be kidding me..." she whispered, her voice trembling, losing all its previous command.

"You have to take it," Dave insisted, pushing the Pass toward her. "You have to take it and fulfill the demand."

With a sudden huff of resignation, betraying the conflict between her will and the compulsion, the woman snatched the card. "Fine! Let's just get this over with, you little pervert!".

Dave grinned. **** was going to be sweet. He had beaten the hostile woman and broken her authority in one swift move. Now he just needed to find a location.