“What do you need from me?” asked Hope, hesitantly.
She was skeptical, and rightfully so. I hadn’t given her any indication as to what I might want and, given the fact that we hadn’t started off on the best of terms, she had even more of a reason to be skeptical.
“Well, I need a baby for Christmas.”
She got quiet, for once, and had a blank look on her face. I silently urged her to say something. One of the reasons I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind all this time was that she was a little spitfire of spunkiness and sassiness. She was always talking. But this time, there was nothing. Not a peep.
Then, she erupted in laughter. She laughed so hard for a moment that I thought she was going to fall out of her chair.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally stopped laughing, sat upright, and stared at me inquisitively.
“You can’t be serious,” she said, in a way that sounded like it was more of a question than a statement.
“As much as I would love to be able to provide comic relief this morning, I am very serious.”
“That is more than the ‘please deep clean my bathroom’ request that I was expecting,” she said. “I’m going to need some time to process that. And I know that it’s not quite a baby, but…”
She pulled a pie out of a bag that she had been clutching under her arm and placed it on my desk.
“I baked another apple pie for you. I’m not sure if you liked the first one or not, but I like baking pies. I just wanted to thank you for being so understanding and not firing my mom. It means more to me than I can express.”
“You’re welcome,” I said.
I tried hard to resist the urge to smile. I think I failed somewhat because my lips creased slightly, despite my best intentions. Leave it to her to make me a pie.
Looking down at the desk next to where she had placed the pie, she asked, “Is this contract for me?”
“Well, yes, actually,” I informed her. “I was hoping that you might agree to the terms of the contract today, because time is of the essence.”
She glanced over the contract as if she was trying to make sense of it.
“Basically, I am willing to compensate you very well for what I want,” I told her. “The terms state that you will be paid one million dollars for carrying my baby to term. You will receive $50,000 upon signing the contract and agreeing to the terms and will receive the rest once the baby is delivered. And, most importantly, the terms state that you will have nothing to do with the baby once it’s born.”
Hope didn’t say anything. She just blinked a couple times. Had she been a cartoon character, she might have had stars around her head because she had a look on her face like she’d been hit over the head with a mallet. I knew that it was a lot to take in all at once, but I also knew that we didn’t have much time.
“Wow,” she said finally.
She sat on the edge of the chair, wringing her hands anxiously.
“There’s more,” I told her. “Once the baby is conceived, you can no longer leave this house You will stay here with me. Anything that you need will be brought to you. So, this means that you won’t be able to work with your mother anymore once you become pregnant.”
Hope jumped up from her chair, clearly upset.
“My mother needs me! If you understood exactly how much she needed me, you wouldn’t even think about asking me that!”
Hope turned to leave. I had to do something.
“What could a million dollars do to help your family right now?” I asked her.
I knew money always talked.
She stopped. I continued.
“I know that what I’m asking you is a big deal. I’m not asking you to make a decision right now if you aren’t comfortable with this. I really want this to work out for both of us. Take the contract home and think about it. The minute you sign the contract, you will get your $50,000. I have already withdrawn the cash and have it ready for you.”
I could see that she was torn. I walked over to the other side of the desk and put my hands on her shoulders.
“I know that you care about your family and even though we don’t know each other that well, I have grown quite fond of your mother. This could change things for all of you.” I picked up the contract and pressed it into her hand. “Will you at least think about it?”
Hope stared into my eyes as if she were trying to look directly into my soul.
After a few minutes, she finally said, “Okay, I will think about it. But, first, let me do the job that I came here to do, and clean your house.”
It wasn’t the exact answer that I’d hoped for. But I didn’t know what else I’d expected, from Hope. Something random was more her style than some practiced, polished bullshit she thought everyone else wanted to hear. That was why I liked her.
So, I knew that even though this response wasn’t what I was hoping for, it was what I had gotten from Hope. And I also knew that it would have to do for now.
Since I hadn’t known what to even expect, I was going to have to take it. All I could do was ask— or more like, demand. I’d done that, and now fate rested in Hope’s hands.
Chapter 12 – Darren
Hope walked out of my office and headed down the long corridor to the kitchen. I pretended to busy myself with some paperwork on my desk until I knew that she was far enough away not to hear me. Then, I pressed a button hidden underneath my desk and a TV monitor raised up on the end of my desk.
I had had surveillance cameras installed in my house when it was built and nobody knew about them but me. Hope appeared on the camera. She put earbuds into her ears, began nodding along with her music, and then washing her hands.
She looked amazing doing the most simple of tasks. I was watching her from behind as she wiggled her firm ass to the beat of the music. Her red, curly hair bounced happily right along with the rhythm.
I couldn’t help but admire her curvy figure. And it fucking turned me on.
As I sat watching her, my cock began to stiffen. It grew harder and harder until it reached up, touching the bottom of my desk. I had to reposition myself. It had been a very long time since I had felt this turned on. I wanted the same sweet release she had given me in my fantasies last time.
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, watching it dance and jerk as if it were moving in time with its own music. I started stroking it up and down, imagining how it might feel to enter Hope’s juicy pussy. I could almost hear her moans of delight as my cock plunged in and out of her soaking wet pussy.
I was so deep in my own thoughts that I didn’t realize that she was no longer in the view of the camera until I heard footsteps headed in my direction. I fumbled quickly to push the button hiding the TV monitor before she reached my office. And it was a good thing that I’d done that because she poked her head around the doorway without knocking.
“Hey, I’m going to be finishing up for the day pretty soon. Was there anything else that you wanted to me do?”
Have my baby, I thought, but I didn’t say it. I was hardly in a position to demand anything further, seeing as how I wanted her to hurry up and leave rather than catch me with my pants down.
“No, uh, thanks,” I stuttered, hoping that she wouldn’t step into the room any further and see my hard on. “But, I wouldn’t mind sharing a piece of your delicious pie with you. Would you like to have some?”
She perked up right away, her smile brightening my office.
“Wow, thanks! I would love that, too!”
“Great! Would you mind taking the pie into the kitchen and serving us? I’ll be right behind you.”
“Sure. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m famished,” she said, grabbing the pie and heading back down the hallway.
I sighed, relieved that she hadn’t caught an eyeful of my man meat. I waited a few minutes until my erection went down.
I was going to have to finish later. But I had a feeling the finishing part wasn’t going to be a problem.
I walked toward the kitchen with my chest broad and straight. I may get the Christmas gift that I want, after all, I thought.
Chapter 13 – Darren
I made it to the kitchen just in time to see Hope shoveling her first forkful of pie into her mouth. She chewed greedily, not realizing that I was standing there watching her.
“I see that you started without me,” I said, trying to make light of things.
She looked down, embarrassed, trying to quickly chew and swallow her pie. I immediately felt bad for putting her on the spot like that. But she smiled, breaking the tension.
“I was famished,” she said. “I cleaned your house so hard.”
There was a sexual undertone to her words that neither of us could deny. We stared at each other across the table, and she raised her eyebrows. This girl was something else.
I eased into a chair across from hers at the table where the other plate of pie sat. We ate in silence, the sounds of our forks scraping against the plates the only noise breaking the silence.
I took my first bite.
“This is heavenly,” I told her, as the soft pieces of dough melted in my mouth, joined by flavorful spices. “I could eat this forever. Thank you.”
She smiled, and raised those eyebrows at me again. It seemed we couldn’t get away from sexual innuendo.
I pushed forward, onto more serious things, dead set on figuring out a way to get what I so desperately wanted.
“So, tell me about yourself,” I said, sending my best smile across the table.
“What do you want to know?” she shrugged.
“Well, what do you like to do?”
She smiled a little, brushing loose locks of hair that had fallen away from her face.
“Um, I love art. I love music. Anything fun. I’m there. Also, I hate answering questions like ‘What do I like to do.’ And, of course, I love my family.”
“Yeah, you speak very passionately about them,” I said, after laughing at her joke. I didn’t know why I had asked her such a lame question. She just had a strange effect on me. “You obviously listen to your mother’s instructions very well, for one thing.”
She laughed at this, which was my intention. It was my turn to tell a joke.
“You said that you have two brothers?” I asked her, intent on finding out more about her.
“Yes,” she said. “I love them to pieces, but boy, can they be a handful.”
I laughed heartily and so did she. It seemed like the ice was finally starting to break between us. And I also noticed that she didn’t look at me in horror or disgust like others usually did. She looked me straight in the eyes, like she was unfazed by my gruesome form.
Either she was a great actress or I didn’t look as scary as I thought I did. Whatever the case, it was nice.
“And they don’t understand how life is for us,” she said. “Which is good, since they’re still just kids and shouldn’t be troubled with adult worries. But, the bills just keep piling up and I don’t see them really getting any better.”
“You know, that may be the reason why my proposal is coming at the perfect time,” I told her. “Your family’s financial worries can easily be a thing of the past. All you have to do is sign the agreement.”
“Yeah, it does sound good,” said Hope, a distant look beginning to play in her eyes.
I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but I hoped that she was considering my words and was close to signing on the dotted line.
When she finally spoke, I realized that I had been holding my breath.
“Well, I’m gonna head on home.”
She stood up and came around to my side of the table. I couldn’t believe that she was leaving and I tried my best to hide my disappointment.
I looked around the house, to take my focus off her, and saw that it was just as sparkling clean as when her mother came— maybe even cleaner. She sure was something.
When she was over on my side of the table, she did something that shocked me even more.
She leaned over and landed a sweet kiss on my cheek. She said goodbye and walked out the door.
I only hoped that that was not the last that I would see of her.
Chapter 14 – Hope
I was so lost in my thoughts on that drive home that when I pulled into the driveway, I almost didn’t remember how I’d gotten there. When I had left the house this morning, I had no idea how things would end up, but I certainly hadn’t expected them to go like they did.
Darren’s request was definitely a game changer. I wasn’t going to tell my mom about it yet because I didn’t know what I was going to do.
I glanced over the contract again and my palms began to sweat. What was I going to say? Should I toss the application out the window?
What he was asking for would be giving up a huge part of myself that I didn’t even know existed yet. People say that motherhood really changes you.
According to the contract, I wouldn’t really be a biological mother once I delivered the baby. I would just be the surrogate, a carrier. After nine months, I’d be on my way.
How could I even do that?
I knew that people did it. Surrogacy was a thing. Adoption was a thing. I just didn’t know how I could do it.
But, it was an awful lot of money. And there was no denying I was attracted to him. I wanted to feel his hands on me, taking off my clothes and then playing with me. I wanted to be his toy.
Maybe it was fucked up, but the part about him owning and claiming me seemed to interest me the most of all. I couldn’t help my fantasies.
Should I turn back around and sign the contract? I was beginning to get a headache just thinking about it.
I came up with a quick story to tell my mother about what had taken me so long at Mr. King’s and crossed my fingers, hoping she would buy it. I could hear the TV blaring from the living room as soon as I walked in the door.
When I got closer, I saw that Mom had fallen asleep in front of the TV again. Slumped over with her head on her shoulder, she looked like a baby herself. I was going to let her sleep. And head off to bed myself. It had been a long, tiring day and I welcomed the chance to unwind and process the events of the day.
After a long shower, I put on my fuzzy pajamas and climbed into bed. I thought that I would have drifted off to sleep right away, but I didn’t. I was actually laying there wide awake, staring at the ceiling in the dark.
My thoughts were on the weightiness of the decision that I had to make, but it was also on something else.
Something naughty.
I kept thinking about Mr. King. His scar might have been scary to some, but I thought that it gave his face some character. And even with the scar, I could tell that he had a pretty cute face. He had beautiful, sharp eyes that seemed like they knew everything. There was something about him that just drew me to him like a moth to a flame. It made me want to know him more.
And he made me horny. Just thinking about his hands all over my body excited me. I touched my own body, caressed my firm nipples that perked up into hard pearls. Sliding my pants down, I put my hands in my panties and started fondling my moistening pussy. It felt so good. I rubbed around and around, grinding into my hand, feeling my excitement grow more and more.
I started thinking about what it would be like to have Mr. King’s cock inside of me. I couldn’t believe how often I was masturbating to him.
I had never been with a man before, but I was really curious about what my first time would be like. Would it be gentle? Rough? If I decided to sign the contract, I was surely going to find out. There wasn’t going to be any type of insemination. He was going to get me pregnant the old fashioned way, and that meant sex.
I smiled because that was the one thing I was looking forward to the most. As my rhythm increased, I c
ame hard, thinking about how it would feel for Mr. King to take my virginity. I had to admit I was dying to find out.
Chapter 15 – Hope
Before I knew it, the next morning I was driving back to Mr. King’s house. There were so many questions that I had that were left unanswered and I needed to get the answers to them right away.
I didn’t bother to knock once I got into the house. I went to his study and didn’t see him there. I heard a noise come from the direction of his bedroom, so I made a beeline straight there. I swung the door open and launched into my questions.
“Why do you want a baby so badly? And why does it have to be by Christmas?”
He was sitting on the end of the bed wrapped in a bath towel, droplets of water cascading down his neck and shoulders. His chest looked firm and wide, kind of like the chest of a superhero.
He didn’t seem startled by my being there and I didn’t pretend to be embarrassed by my brashness at being in the room. I just stood there staring at him, waiting for him to speak, and he stared right back at me, searching for the right words to say.
“Hope, I want to make sure that you get answers to all your questions,” he sighed. “Let me ask you something. If I make sure that that happens— that you get all your questions answered, would you be willing to sign the contract?”
“It depends what the answers are,” I said, firmly.
“Fair enough.”
He smiled, raising the tips of his lips just a bit. I liked that I could make him cheer up even when he seemed down. He smelled like soap and a fresh, winter-like scent—the whole room did. It was enough to make me want to climb up on his lap and beg him to start making a baby with me, right then and there. I didn’t, though. Of course.
“Let me rephrase my question,” he said. “Since you seem to be a little lawyer in training, or something. Provided that the answers aren’t anything incredibly crazy, would you at least consider signing the contract? I assume the answer is yes, or else you wouldn’t have driven over to my house and busted right in, as you’re so accustomed to doing.”
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