Sayaka Mori Senior Business Manager Is Still Chasing Tail (Sayaka and Ethan)

11:00am Sunny Day Mall Floor 6 Head Office of Wet “N” Antics Corporation

North Corridor

They had been waiting for nearly a half-hour.

Sayaka’s face had been a mask of irritation as she steered Ethan toward the doorway of the Theatre and Staff Assembly Hall. The venue was often used for company-wide announcements and awkward birthday celebrations. The hall was located at the end of the North Corridor and within sight of the entrance to the Restricted Product Testing suites, giving them a strategic and slightly concealed vantage point for their next move.

A next move that to Ethan’s mind seemed destined to never come.

Ethan’s large frame slouched against the doorframe as he murmured his discontent. He still had the Breeding Pass in his hand. There was a veritable orgy going on about thirty meters away that he was missing, and yet somehow, he had got stuck leaning in a doorway with his boss! (admittedly his boss that he’d utterly reamed about an hour ago).

Now his biggest challenge was not creampie-ing clunge but stifling his yawns. This sucked massive balls.

It didn’t help that every now and again the distant echoey moan of some female colleague or other, being railed would drift down from the R&D Department or from the Leisure Facility main entrance.

Sayaka however, laser-focused on her prey, gave him a stern look every time his attention waned. Despite the distant but no less sexual cacophony, Sayaka’s ears were tuned to one sound only—the click of the Restricted Product Testing suite door. Sayaka figured that Emi or someone else had to come out at some time!

Ethan, on the other hand, kept fidgeting, “I could be bored and horny at any time,” he grumbled to himself. He didn’t know why but for some reason he couldn’t just walk off from Sayaka; it wasn’t just that she was the boss. Somehow, he felt obligated to her. Perhaps the Breeding Pass at imparted some fatherly instinct in him after he had fucked her.

The well-built man did not realise it but Sayaka was not entirely unsympathetic to what Ethan was feeling.

Although she hadn't brought herself to admit it openly, there was now something between them. They were colleagues first and foremost but also something more. He was the father of her child and she was, she grudgingly admitted, glad of it. At 29-years of age she was single. Unlike her career, her love life was decidedly mediocre. In her life she'd only had a handful of boyfriends, and virtually no casual romantic encounters.

She did want a family one day but somehow the right man never fit her schedule. Ethan wasn't exactly Prince Charming in that regard but he'd found her desirable enough to chase and fuck. Maybe it was the aftereffects of the Pass, but there was something flattering in that.

And now she'd have a child and be guaranteed it would be healthy. There were plenty of women who would call her blessed.

Sayaka gave him a sideways glance. He was wearing only the pool shorts and had a look of boredom with a hint of discontent on his face. He could stand to lose a bit of weight she thought but the muscles on his arms were broad. And the way he had filled her up in the lotion pool...

Also, Sayaka thought, Ethan wasn't such a bad man to have a child with. She called him lazy but he had still held the role of Sales Support Manager for the past five years. He earned decent money and had performed his job well enough by American standards. Her poor performance review of him was perhaps an example of her overly exacting standards. She did have that tendency with her subordinates she admitted.

She knew from photos Ethan had shared with Emi and others and overhearing his stories, that he had a large extended family and seemed to be good with his kid-relatives. She liked that. She'd been an only child and only had one cousin ten years older than her that lived in Osaka. Ethan was friendly, and was well liked by his colleagues, something Sayaka had always struggled with. She knew the Americans called her Alaska behind her back. She'd had similar nicknames in Japan. She couldn't help it, she just got nervous when opening up to people so found it easier to maintain a formal tone. That had helped her in her career and then it sort-of became the easiest way to act.

"Sore ga tsumazuki pointo desu" as her Business Professor would say; "That was the stumbling point."

She wanted Ethan to be in her life, to be a parent with her. Unlike most of the Japanese women in the US office of Wet "N" Antics she hadn't arrived with the transfer. She'd been in the States for the past three years, and would be returning to Japan only for a brief six months secondment before coming back. But she knew she wouldn't be able to make Ethan happy. She wouldn't be able to joke around the way he liked, she would probably nag him about what he ate or whether he'd had one too many beers.

Sayaka knew she would be devoted to Ethan and their baby. She'd be sexually available to him, even if she wouldn't be very adventurous in the bedroom, and would have all the babies he wanted. But she'd never be besotted by him and might never be his best friend. Ethan was a man. He had the habits of a man and a single tumble in a lotion pool wouldn't change that. The only way this would work is if Ethan had another female, he could get his affection from and give it back to.

And that's where Emi came in.

Emi and Ethan actually liked each other, as friends anyway, and Emi was definitely more sexually adventurous than Sayaka. The Senior Business Manager shifted a little, uncomfortably feeling a tinge of arousal as she remembered her subordinate scissoring her, their pussies grinding together.

Of course, Sayaka idly thought, Sayaka's and Emi's natural competitiveness to each other would probably mean they'd want a third more passive female to ensure there was some mediator for any bickering. She caught herself, "am I building a harem for Ethan!?"

But then again was there anything wrong with that? It would mean her own baby would have a lot of siblings without having to go through nine months of being huge every time!

Suddenly her reverie was broken by the sound of a beep coming from the entrance to the restricted suites. Their moment had come.

Milo Danvers, a digital product engineer known for his perpetual tunnel vision when work consumed him, emerged from the secure area. His steps were uneven, his usual calm demeanour replaced with absent-minded strides as if pondering an elusive line of code that was just out of reach. Milo stopped at the doorway, listening for something. Rather than turning left down the North Corridor he walked into the Leisure Facility entrance.

His distraction was Sayaka’s opportunity. Milo had swung the door wide, and was none the wiser to the two silent sentinels just down the hall from him. The heavy door began its slow journey back to the frame, the anti-slam device ensuring a languid, deliberate close. It was now or never.

Sayaka’s grip on Ethan’s arm was iron, her eyes messaging clear intent. They darted towards the door just as Milo entered the Leisure Facility, oblivious to the gift his negligence had provided. The door was still ajar, inviting them into the restricted area.