by Tia Siren
This time, we met at Tokyo Joe’s. I’d already ordered the lunchtime special. Today, it happened to be a little bit of everything. The waiter brought our food out, and we opened each of the steamer baskets to delve into the contents that were inside. The delicious taste of the marinated prawn burst through the soft, doughy texture of the steamed dumplings.
“How are the paintings coming along?” I asked.
I bit into my honey-glazed pork. Jules signaled I had honey sauce running down my chin, and we both laughed.
“They’re all nearly finished,” she said. “And then I have my exhibit which I am really stoked about. But I’m also a bit nervous about it, if you know what I mean.”
She placed another prawn dumpling into her mouth, and her face changed to bliss. There was just something about good food that eased the soul.
“I get it. It was the same for me on my first interior design gig. I was nervous as hell they wouldn’t like what I’d done.” She wiped at her mouth and let out a contented sigh. “I love this stuff.”
“Me too.” I smiled and picked up my fork, going in for more. Food had healing powers. No matter how shitty I felt, a good dinner or lunch would help to get me back on my feet, or in the bed for a long nap. Either was good enough.
We chatted some more about business and shopping and growing up in general. We’d both become quite successful in our own separate ways. Jules had become a much sought-after artist who was in the process of putting together her first major exhibition. My design business had really taken off in the last few years. I now had the opportunity to choose my own clients rather than knocking on doors and asking for business.
A baby cried at the table next to ours, and my head turned in that direction. A loving mother bobbed the child up and down on her knee to calm her down.
“Must be teething,” I said.
“You do realize, if you decide to have a kid, you’ll have to go through all this,” Jules said with a giggle. “And our precious lunchtimes will never be the same again.”
“Say what?” I asked, shocked at the idea. “I was just watching them over there.”
“Kids. I was talking about kids. Piper, if you have one, that’s what you will be dealing with.” She laughed and shook her head. Our conversations on kids never went well.
I decided to change the subject. “When did you have your hair done? It’s new, and those red tips are really funky. But mixed with brown, I’m not so sure.”
Jules got lost in her mirror. “Who is the artist here, you or me?” she asked, examining her hair.
“Well, you are, but some of your work is a bit strange, so you never know,” I said laughing.
“Any more talk like that and you’ll be doing your own damned paintings!” She stuck her tongue out playfully.
“You know I love you, really, but when you were talking about kids, I missed your meaning. The food was distracting me. And the baby!” The desire for a little one in my life was becoming almost overbearing. It was something I couldn’t deny wanting with everything inside of me.
“Yeah, I know,” she said. “And I know what you were just looking. But you’ve been doing that every time there are kids around.”
“Well, I’m in an excellent place right now. The business is well established and I don’t really have to worry much about a lot of things in life. I feel I’m at that stage where I want to take the next step.”
“Why not follow the regular route and have a relationship? You know… date, get married, and have kids like a normal woman would do?”
Jules was watching something else. I could tell she was distracted.
“What are you looking at?” I asked quizzically.
“Sorry, you look at kids, and I look around the inside of buildings for ideas for my paintings. Does it bother you, Mom?” Jules giggled.
I ignored her sly comment. “I have to admit, this interior is a beautiful blend of gold and red. Very Chinese, but slightly more modern and dignified.”
I took a photo with my phone. I knew I’d just tried to avoid the subject, but Jules knew me too well to let me off the hook that easily.
She leaned closer to me over the table and stared at me with her dark brown eyes. “Feel free to answer the original question Piper,” Jules said.
“Having a meaningful relationship is not really an option for me. I’ve dated too many dickheads who have cheated on me. Actually, all of them have, apart from one. And I’d rather forget him.”
“Oh God, you’re gonna do it again. You’re gonna share that story with me about Evan. Heartbreak hotel, here we come.” She gave me a warning look. I knew I didn’t need to go there again, but fuck if I couldn’t help myself.
“I know I’ve mentioned him a lot, but—” I started, but she cut me off. Evan was a topic I returned to a little too often.
“A lot?” Jules asked, interrupting me. “God, it was over ten years ago, and you still talk about him as if it happened yesterday. Do you never get tired of talking about him?”
I smiled at Jules. “You and I both know the answer to that one.”
“Of course, you don’t get tired of talking about him. So, come on then, tell me all about it again. I’m sure once more won’t hurt.”
My mind drifted back to Evan and how it had been before we broke up. I’d fallen in love with him, and I knew he’d fallen for me. If it hadn’t been for him leaving to go to college, we would probably still be together. We had broken up though, and I wasn’t so sure why it actually happened. I mean, he never wanted to talk about the reason, and then he left, gone from my life completely.
Till now, he was the one guy who had treated me right. He never cheated and had never so much as looked at another girl in that way.
I might have been young and naive at the time, but I had fallen madly in love with Evan. And this was what Jules could not understand.
Evan, where are you now? I miss you.
I spoke to Jules again. “At the time, I’d fallen for Evan. And not just a crush or anything like that. I’d fallen head over heels for him.”
“Holy cow, Piper, you were just a kid then. Seriously, how could you fall in love with someone at that age?” She screwed up her face tightly.
My face screwed up more. She just didn’t get it.
“I’ll tell you what Piper, I’m not sure if it was actually love you were in. I think you were in love with the thought of being in love, you understand?”
“I know what you mean, but you have it all wrong,” I said, changing my tone. “It was nothing like that. I can assure you.”
Everyone had it wrong. No one could understand. And when I tried to explain the way it was, it seemed hopeless. I may have only been a sophomore at the time, but I knew my heart. I knew for certain that it wasn’t just the idea of being in love that I’d been attracted to. It had been a little over ten years since then, and I had not been able to forget Evan. That was the truth, and that’s how strongly I’d resonated with him.
“I’m sure, but you need to stop using Evan as your yardstick to measure all your relationships by. I’m confident that you could meet someone who is nice and caring. Someone that not only meets your criteria but surpasses them.”
“Well, all that’s behind me, so I’ll never know. And it doesn’t really matter that much, anyway. I’ve decided to do it all by my lonesome and just raise a kid by myself.”
My words were unreasonable to a highly confused Jules. She wanted to understand me but couldn’t.
“Have you spoken to your mother about your decision?” Jules asked directly.
“To be perfectly honest, I haven’t even mentioned it to her. Jules, at the end of the day, if it was okay for her to raise a child on her own, I’m sure I can, too.” I shrugged. I was nervous as hell about the idea of it, but I knew what I wanted. A million other women raised kids. Why was I so damn different? Right. I wasn’t.
“So, just because you don’t know who your father is and you were raised an only child, you think
this is the way to go for you?” Jules asked.
“Something along those lines, yes,” I said.
My stomach was full from our meal. I just wanted to relax, but she was going to pull me through a psychological midfield over my decision to raise a family without a father figure. It’s not like I had men beating down the door. I was out of options.
“Well, if you weren’t such a good friend, I would say you were damned crazy,” Jules said. “Actually, I think you are. But, whatever you choose, I will still support you.”
Thank goodness. I was relieved that she’d finally admitted defeat in the conversation.
“That’s what buddies are for,” I said. “We watch each other’s back in times like this.”
Jules shook her head in disbelief. “I take it you have a plan, then? What is it? Um, let me guess… adoption?”
“I’ve settled on having it myself because I want to experience having a child,” I explained as peace flooded over me. Most people wouldn’t understand the decision, or my reasoning, but it wasn’t their life. I’d do what the hell I pleased at the end of the day. I had been for the entirety of my life, and it was working just fine so far.
“You mean like artificial insemination and all that stuff?” Jules asked.
It was hilarious to watch her face contort in a grimace.
“I’m not sure what other options there are for that sort of thing. I’ve looked at adoption, but like I said, I want the whole experience. Otherwise, I would be wondering all my life what it would be like.” I thought I’d explained it well.
“Well, I’ve heard tales of all this artificial stuff, and you have to be careful. Christ, who knows what sort of kid you could end up with? Don’t forget some of these clinics pay for sperm, and you get all sorts of people going to donate. From high school dropouts to guys who are hard up for cash.”
Her nose wrinkled in disgust, and I laughed.
“There are some where you can see the father’s details. But many are like you say, they just accept anyone who can come in a small jar!” I laughed.
Jules started laughing, and tears were rolling down our cheeks. I imagined a line of men with small jars, their cocks in their hands trying to catch their cum.
“It could be worse though,” Jules said, wiping tears from her face.
“How is that?” I asked. I burst into another fit of giggles.
“You could end up with a kid like that one crying over there,” she said sarcastically.
Our laughter subsided, and we started to chat more seriously about the subject. Jules was right in what she said, I did have to take it seriously. I could end up with any guy’s sperm inside of me. The mentality of the child in question was not the only thing to consider. Any family illnesses and ailments also had to be thought about. The risk of a sick child was just too much to worry about.
I’d made up my mind, and now it was time for me to seriously look at my options. And there was no way Evan was going to make an appearance after all this time. So, I had to do what was best for me. Having a child on my own would make me complete. And a man in my life could drag me down and get in the way. This way, I could share my love with a child who would appreciate being brought into the world. And they’d be raised by someone who actually loved them for the miracle that they truly were.
If I could find a donor who was half the man Evan was, I would be happy with the result. Then the child would have the best of both sides. A successful mother, and a father who possessed all of the natural good looks you could wish to see in a good man.
Chapter 3
Evan
Sleep, and lots of it, that’s what the experts recommended for a clean and healthy lifestyle. The right amount must be enjoyed every single day. I made sure of it, and today was no exception. It had been a late last session yesterday, so I’d only arrived home at around three A.M this morning.
I scheduled today’s clients for later in the afternoon. I had to have the recommended number of hours of sleep to keep me in tip-top condition. After a full night’s rest, I headed to my personal gym and breezed through my daily thirty minutes of cardio exercise. This maintained my fitness at the most optimal level. The most important thing was that it helped me to keep my stamina at the level I needed when I was servicing my clients.
My next customer could be a tricky one. As always, she’d been advised to go to suite sixty-nine. Sure, it was a little cheesy, but I found it funny when I thought of it. The Hotel Fardo was not a huge place with four of five hundred rooms in the building. It was a more modest hotel with around eighty rooms. It catered to me very well.
The business owners were highly discreet and never mentioned the operation that I was running from one of their executive suites. Even the cleaning ladies turned a blind eye to the massive amounts of linen that were consumed by the suite on many days. It was not often I only had one client. Most days, there were two sessions, and that was my self-imposed maximum. I was only human after all, and more than that could weaken my potency and my performance.
I arrived at the suite and could see that the hotel staff had done another fantastic job of cleaning. It looked like no one had ever set a foot in the place, never mind had a serious fucking session in a bid to become pregnant. Two glorious times a day with different women.
There was a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole. It was a husband and wife waiting for me to open the door. They looked on edge, gazing insecurely down the hallway in case they were recognized. I let them in and invited them into the living room.
“Nice place you have here Mr…,” said the husband.
Rule number one, keep my real identity a secret.
The couple sat close to each other on the couch and handed me their folder. I had already seen their application and test results, and they had met the whole set of requirements. There seemed to be no reason she couldn’t conceive.
“So, why have you come to me?” I asked. “I will make it clear from the start, couples generally, I don’t get involved with. For obvious reasons.”
“Well, we have tried to have kids for years, and it just isn’t working for us,” the husband said. “We heard about your success rate. We thought if anyone could help us, you could.”
He held his wife’s hand in a sweet gesture of intimacy.
“I see you have passed all the tests, and you have both been tested and are declared fit for having kids. So why do you think it hasn’t happened?” I directed my question at the wife.
You must be doing something wrong. Christ, you have a high sperm count, and your wife is okay. It beats me. Maybe you’re just no good in bed?
“I’m not sure,” she replied sheepishly. “We have sex regularly. We have even stuck to the calendar of the optimal times, but I think luck has just not been on our side.”
“I may be able to help, but I want you to know… it’s not an easy thing for couples to go through. And are you comfortable with the whole situation?” I looked at the husband.
He smiled at his wife.
“Very much so,” he said with a wry smile. “I’ve wanted a family with my wife for such a long time. I would try anything to be in that position with her.”
I ogled them. God, the wife was actually quite stunning with long jet-black hair and dark hazelnut eyes. She also had nice tits on her that were trying their hardest to free themselves from her top.
Fuck!
The husband leaned toward me before speaking. “When you actually do the sex part, is there any way I can be part of it?”
“It’s possible for you to watch, but nothing more. And there would be no touching at all, not even you and your wife. She will be under my control, and mine alone.”
“That sounds okay,” the husband said.
The wife’s breasts rose and fell with each nervous breath that she took…
“You may find it very uncomfortable,” I explained. “You have to sit there and watch me fuck your wife. And I will tell you now, she will enjoy it. In truth,
she will be screaming and moaning. And that’s just the second stage. Because there is a long, slow, foreplay session of oral sex between the two of us to get her ready.”
My gaze lingered on the wife.
“I am fine with that,” the husband said, nodding in agreement. “Whatever it takes to get her pregnant.”
I licked my top lip. “You can sit close to her, and you will be able to see me sucking her clitoris. She will have my large dick in her mouth on more than one occasion.” I needed to make sure he understood before we got started.
“I am fine with whatever. I just want a family,” the man said. A rogue tear welled up in his eye.
The wife gripped the husband’s hand nervously. “I feel a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. Is there no way, you can, you know… just be a, a donor?”
“That’s not the way I work. It is sex or nothing. There’s no donations or anything, and to be brutally honest, it appears you have doubts about the whole thing. I’m not really confident I can actually help you now.”
They turned to each other. Their gaze locked, like they communicated with each other mentally. They both turned to face me. It was like they had come to a decision that had been made between them both. The wife lifted her leg and crossed it over her knee. She raised her leg much higher than was necessary… maybe she wanted me to see what was at the end of her long slender legs?
The wife then, nervously, but seductively, placed her finger on her bottom lip, “I’m fine now. We follow your rules, and my husband can’t touch while you make me suck on your hard cock. Um, and you slowly rub your tongue against my throbbing clit.”
She was trying to seduce me, and it was working. Fuck, I love my job.
“It sounds like you have the hang of the whole idea now. And if we all just follow the rules, then everything will work out fine.”
The woman nervously slid her skirt up her thigh and parted her legs slightly. She was pretty hot.
“Well, this may just be your lucky day, I will set an appointment for you. I will check the schedule, and see what slots are available. Then we’ll see what we can do for you.”