Chapter 1: A Brash Teen (Dave's Story)

Cassandra was mad.

She didn’t like having to chauffeur her little brother around town. Not bothering to park Cassandra pulled right up to the curb.

Showing his typical manners her brother threw open the car door nearly striking a middle-aged woman on the sidewalk as he did so. “Thanks, sis. I’ll text you when I’m done.”

Grabbing her brother by the arm Cassandra held the eighteen-year-old firmly in place. “Gas money first. Or I won’t be back to pick you up.” she demanded.

“Jeez, you’re greedy.” Dave moaned as he pulled out some green to cover the trip. “I never charged you.”

Snatching the cash from Dave’s outstretched hand Cassandra said, “You also never remembered to picked me back up either. Just be glad I’m the responsible one.”

No sooner had Dave’s exited the car his sister pulled out leaving him to brave the wilds of a suburban mall all on his own.

Before taking a single step Dave found himself confronting a glowering middle-aged woman.

“Do you know you almost hit me with your door? What do you have to say about that?”, the stranger demanded. Despite her slim frame Dave felt intimidated by the angry glint in her eyes.

The woman looked to be in her mid forties. With streaks of gray running through her blonde hair. Dressed in a knee length gray skirt and matching business jacket the woman radiated a strong ‘don’t fuck with me’ image.

“Um ... sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.” Dave answered.

“See that’s the problem with people your age! You’re a generation of lazy dimwits!” The woman probably said some more mean things, but Dave found himself distracted by the way her breasts puffed out her white blouse. They had to be at least C-cups. Not titans, but nice.

“ ... pervert. I ought to report you to the authorities and have you banned from this mall!”

Working his way up from her tits to her face Dave discovered the woman had reached the end of her rant and was coolly staring him down. Dave recognized that look. It was the one his mom gave him when she was finished with a lecture.

“Um ... sorry.” Dave ventured.

Throwing her hands up in the air the woman mumbled something to the heavens and walked off towards the mall entrance. Robbed of their entertainment the small crowd of gawkers that had formed around Dave and the ill tempered woman began to break up.

Dave gave the woman in the gray skirt a few moments to clear the mall’s entrance before approaching the threshold himself.

Leaning against the wall adjoining the entrance was a man in a dark hoody. As Dave walked past the man held out what looked to be a business card.

Dave took it without consideration. Glancing at the card a few steps later the teen smirked at the words printed across the front. It was definitely not a business card.

The card was laminated and expensive looking with a little multi-colored hologram in the top right hand corner like those on credit cards. However, what really caught Dave’s eye were the words ‘Breeding Pass’ printed in big letters across the front.

Stopping dead in the middle of the causeway Dave became an island that shoppers had to flow around as he read the pass’ fine print. ‘In association with the Sunny Day Mall this card heartily authorizes the holder to demand one sexual act of intercourse from any member of the opposite sex with the stated intent to impregnate or be impregnated by said partner. All participants must be over the age of eighteen. Valid only at the Sunny Day Mall. Issuer is not responsible for any consequences that ensue from use of said Pass. All pregnancies must be brought to term.’

Reaching into his pocket Dave pulled out his cell phone and texted his friend Kurt. ‘Guy handed me a Breeding Pass on the way into the mall.’

Within seconds Dave’s phone chimed with the announcement of a return message ‘A what?’

‘A Breeding Pass. It gives me permission to fuck any woman I want.’

‘Cool you should give it to some chick.’ Kurt texted back.

Dave liked that idea. A bit of harmless mischief to get a good rise out of some stuck up hotty.

Looking around the teen found the perfect victim standing just inside the entrance of a clothing outlet. The woman was nineteen or twenty, with long dark hair, and the smooth exotic skin tones of a woman with Latin blood in her veins.

Walking up to the woman Dave simply said, “Hey.”

The dark haired woman took note of Dave’s presence. “Yes? Do you want something?”

“I totally want to do you.” Dave answered handing the brunette his Breeding Pass.

The woman looked down at the pass, glanced up to give Dave a nasty look, and then back down at the pass. Staring for a long moment before finally mumbling, “Fuck.”

Holding the card up the stranger looked Dave squarely in the eye and asked in the most honest tone imaginable. “Do I really have to do this?”

Tentatively Dave ventured, “Um ... yes.”

“With you?”

“Um ... yes.” Dave repeated.

“All right! Fuck! Well let’s get this over with.”, the woman huffed before turning her back on Dave and walking deeper into the store.

Dave was a little thrown by the woman’s reaction. It was definitely not the offended outcry he had expected. In the end his daring nature made him follow the oddly behaving brunette.