The Breeding Program (2 page)

And that was why she'd spent so much of her down time in the lower levels. While her trips down there had been fascinating, they'd also been educational. Over the course of three months she'd been auditioning future partners, feeling them out and getting an idea of who was into her. Now, with her fresh password for the database, she went to hunt them down.

There were four names on her mental list. Two worked in food processing, one in waste management and the last in a kindergarten. She'd spent several hours with each under the guise of working for the newspaper, researching a story on the new industries of the complex. All four had been intelligent and charming, and while one hadn't been conventionally attractive he made up for it with a good sense of humor. Now, though, with his jokes two months old, she scrubbed him from the list. The remarks that had seemed so funny down in waste management didn't seem to count for so much now. Not if she was planning to sleep with him.

That left three candidates. She typed out the email she'd been composing in her head for days, that all important message that came out with the truth and boiled down to
I want to breed with you. Interested?
She hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over the mouse, and then clicked 'send'.

Now she just had to wait - and hope - for replies.

Chapter Three

The day passed slowly, packed full of medical tests that dragged on and on as she longed to get back to her computer. By 5PM she was pronounced healthy enough to breed again (though she should cut down on salty foods), and she was released from the clinic to return to her room.

Her inbox blinked with three new messages, just as she'd hoped. Within a minute of reading them all she realized that she should have sent them one by one in order of preference, so as not to disappoint the two men she couldn't pick, but it was too late to change things now. She had her man: Paulo, the kindergarten teacher.

Paulo had been her favorite from the moment she'd met him. He'd been eating in the cafeteria on the children's level, and it was by chance that she bumped into him. There were few adults on that level, what with it housing nothing but the school houses, and she'd only stopped for a quick bite to eat after a long climb back from the food processing factories.

Paulo had been the only person taller than four feet in the cafeteria, and he easily stood out from the crowd. 6'2" with dark, shoulder length hair, mellow green eyes and the olive complexion that betrayed his Mediterranean heritage. He spoke with a strong, slow and pleasant Italian accent, and told of how he'd been on vacation in Boston when the attacks came. He was just miles from the city when the first bomb hit, followed by dozens more all around him as the surrounding cities were nuked.

He was terrified, as we all were, but his fear was compounded by the fact that he was far, far from home. He'd been swept up in the wake of fleeing citizens, and by chance found himself corralled to the complex by soldiers retreating from a nearby army base. It was days before he learned that Italy had also been wiped from the map, caught in the crossfire that destroyed almost every last shred of humanity.

Paulo had been given citizenship within a month of his arrival. There was nowhere else to go for those few vacationing foreigners who were lucky enough to make it to safety. They certainly couldn't return home, and stepping outside the complex would be a death sentence. The Chinese, however, weren't so lucky. At least a dozen were exiled, surely to their deaths.

Paulo had been a welder back home, splitting his time between his work and caring for his young sisters. Their parents had died young, and Paulo had been left as the breadwinner for the family. Despite the hardships he'd enjoyed his role, and it was only natural that he'd apply to work in the kindergarten when he was released for duties.

Sam had found herself listening to his story for an hour, the time flitting by until the bell rang for class and Paulo rushed back to his kids. His story was no more sad than a thousand others, but there was something about his deep, soulful eyes that made it more heartbreaking than any she'd heard.

Naturally she'd added him to the top of her list. Not just because she enjoyed talking to him, though that was a bonus, but because he was, to put it mildly, devastatingly handsome. Those deep, gentle eyes hidden behind his long, dark hair were only a part of the package. Beneath his shirt it was obvious that he was in good shape, the fabric of his clothes straining against his firm, bulging muscles. As he talked she'd imagined slowly unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it back over his shoulders and gently kissing every inch of his chest before laying herself down on the table and inviting him to have his way with her.

As soon as the bell rang and she lost him in a sea of children she'd rushed to the nearest bathroom, locked herself into a stall and spent a delicious twenty minutes imagining it was his strong hands pleasuring her, rather than her own. Her climax had echoed. The long walk back to her level was all the harder for the embarrassing dark, wet stain between her legs, and her slick, moist panties chafing her tender skin.

Now, as she finished adding Paulo to her breeding diary and an emailed order from the program chimed in his inbox seven floors beneath her, Sam once again found her hand slipping down her body. She'd felt the heat building within her as she read his profile, and now the order was sent it was as if her body yelled out at her, telling her it was ready to be pleasured by the strong, dark Italian.

Her fingers ran slowly up her inner thigh, sliding under her pleated skirt until they met the soft cotton of her panties. She gently rubbed the damp, warm fabric, surprised at how wet she'd become just at the thought of Paulo's arrival, and then slipped her hand beneath her panties to caress her warm, wet clit. She shuddered as her index finger found the small round nub, and suddenly the room was too warm. Her face flushed. Her breathing became shallow. Her fingers worked her clit, teasing it with tight little circular motions that made her swollen pussy gush.

She slipped across to the bed, laying under the cool breeze from the air con. Closing her eyes, she once again imagined it was Paulo's hands playing with her. His fingers explored her, moving from her clit down to her puffy, swollen lips. He felt her wetness and smiled, eager to fall to his knees and taste her juices. Sam arched her back, slipping her shirt over her head to allow her lover access to her round, pert breasts. She dreamed his free hand slid across her skin to her chest. His questing fingers found a nipple, and he delighted in finding it hard and tight, the skin around it flushed red with her excitement.

Sam couldn't hold on any longer. Paulo's fingers pushed deep inside her, his thumb planted firmly on her clit, rubbing ever more quickly, and drawing her orgasm from her body. She moaned, biting her lip to keep from screaming his name, and held a pillow over her face as her pussy exploded with pleasure. Her climax swept through her body, waves crashing over her as she gasped and panted, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Paulo's hand slipped away from her, sliding smoothly across her glistening clit and trailing her juices up to her tight, flat stomach, where it spread out flat and held her until the last pulses of joy flowed from her body.

She couldn't wait for him to arrive.

Chapter Four

The knock on the door came a few minutes early, just as Sam was making last minute preparations. She prided herself on her hospitality, and since this was no regular caller her tidying had gone far beyond straightening the bed sheets. She'd requested extra shower time, and had spent an hour removing every last hint of hair from her body. Her pussy was smooth and sleek, and her legs were so bare she'd spent a half hour after waxing just stroking her calves, enjoying the rare luxury of perfect smoothness.

He's opened the door to find Paulo standing stiffly and awkwardly, as if unsure of how to act in this unusual situation. It was the first time, she guessed, that he'd been called up to the breeding floor to pleasure a woman, and it was no surprise that he was a little uncomfortable.

Sam couldn't help but burst into laughter at his stiff posture. An image flashed through her mind of her husband standing the same way the first time he met her parents. 'It's OK, Paulo, you can relax,' she said, trying to fight off a fit of the giggles. 'Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you in the hallway. Come on in.'

Paulo smiled, visibly forcing himself to relax. After seeing Sam greet him so casually he seemed to loosen up a little, and managed walk through the door at a stroll rather than a march. 'I'm sorry, I would have liked to have brought flowers, but there don't seem to be any around lately. Here, though, I made you this.'

From his back pocket he pulled a small, folded piece of red card and spent a few seconds delicately unfolding it. Sam peered at his hands, wondering what it was until a final fold opened it out into an origami flower. 'It's not very good, I'm afraid, but I think after another few years I may learn to do it well.' His voice was low, slow and sincere, but beneath his floppy hair his eyes were laughing. A moment later he broke into a grin, handing over the flower.

'It's beautiful, Paulo. Thank you for the thought. Please, take a seat on the bed. I just need to go change. Get ready for me.'

Sam stepped into the bathroom, closed the door and leaned against it, smiling. Paulo was even hotter than she'd remembered him. Those eyes were like deep, calm pools, and his roguish smile broke on his face like sunlight appearing through a gap in the clouds. There was something about it that made her feel like... like she was
outside,
basking under the sun far from this underground tomb.

She studied herself quickly in the mirror, looking out for stray hairs, smeared makeup and unnoticed blemishes. Satisfied, she turned to the lingerie laid out beside the sink. It had cost her more privileges than she'd like to admit to acquire this outfit, a matching set of white lace bra and panties. The standard issue underwear in the complex was simple and indescribably unerotic: plain white panties and a bra more suited for jogging than seduction.

She stripped quickly, peeling off her underwear and replacing it with her alluring new costume. As soon as she slid on the panties she admired herself in the mirror, noticing how the shape accentuated the curves of her hips. The bra was even more of a revelation, lifting and firming in all the right places and reminding her that she had beautiful breasts, a fact that had been forgotten after years of wearing something that flattened and squeezed her.

Suitably attired, she turned back to the mirror to admire the full package. She was pleased with what she saw. Her long, golden brown hair fell down her back, its tips leading down to the curve of her lace-clad butt, pert and firm from hours in the gym. Her bra lifted her breasts beautifully, and beneath them lay the flat, toned stomach of a runner, conditioned through rationing and enforced exercise to look better than it ever had when she was a lady of leisure.

Thinking about Paulo waiting on the other side of the door she couldn't resist slipping her hand into her panties. The thought that she was just moments away from realizing her fantasy made her so wet, and it took a great effort to pull her hand away from her tingling, excited and eager pussy.
Settle down, girl. Don't waste your energy.
With one last check in the mirror she turned, took a deep, shuddering breath and stepped back into her room.

Paulo had settled himself on the bed, resting above the sheets, and his clothes lay over the back of the chair by her computer. Sam's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a fluttering in her stomach as she ran her eyes up and down his body. She'd admired his olive skin before, but seeing him naked was something else altogether. In contrast to her own skin tone he
glowed,
every inch of his body radiating health and vitality. She imagined licking him all over, biting and nibbling his beautiful, flawless skin, and then smiled when she realized she could do exactly that.

Paulo was stunned into silence. She knew he wasn't attached, and she guessed it had been some time since he'd last been with a woman. His fixed, entranced gaze told her she was right.

'You look beautiful. I never dared hope...' He gave up, and that beautiful smile took the place of words.

Without another word Sam crossed the room and lowered herself onto the bed. She slid slowly between Paulo's legs and dipped her head to gently kiss his inner thigh. His breath caught in his throat, and she knew that all over his body tiny goosebumps were appearing as her tongue teased him.