The Baby Maker

by Tia Siren

  “I do hope so, and I look forward to it,” the husband said gratefully.

  “One final thing. The money has to be deposited on or before the appointment that we have set. And if it is not there or if it’s late, there will be no service provided.”

  The husband held out his hand and thanked me. He walked to the door. The wife held out her hand. I touched her fingers and politely kissed her on the top of the hand. My eyes caught hers. She was squirming where she stood and biting her bottom lip.

  They slowly went off into the hallway. The woman glanced over her shoulder and cast me a smile before entering the elevator. They disappeared into the elevator, and then they were gone.

  They were a friendly couple, but they have too many doubts. If they return, it will be a miracle. I don’t think I will ever see them again.

  The door closed, and I walk back into the living room. Married couples are always the fucking same. Christ, I should’ve never allowed myself to even consider couples. It’s a pain in the ass from start to finish; no matter how much they say they’re comfortable with the idea. Because once the husband sees me with their wife, they become jealous. I take them in many positions, and we can fuck a couple of times if I feel I can finish twice.

  That’s the easy part. As I mentioned to the latest possible clients, once they see me sucking on her clit and she’s giving me a long, slow, blowjob. Well, then things can escalate rather quickly in the emotional department.

  It’s entirely understandable, though. It’s not a situation that I would like to be in. Having to sit and watch the person who you love pushed to their very limits. All right before they have a powerful orgasm; knowing their wife's pussy is full of another man’s potent seed.

  If it was Piper and me, there would be no way on God’s green earth that I would let anyone anywhere near her.

  Piper would be my one and only.

  Things were wrapped up in the hotel suite. And the potential file was put away with the many hundreds I already had in storage. I checked that all the electrical appliances and lights were turned off and disconnected. I pulled the door toward me, and then the living room phone rang.

  If this had been anywhere else, I would ignore the phone and just leave and ignore it. Not many people had this number, so it had to be something quite important.

  I walked back into the living room and picked up the phone.

  “Hello,” I said.

  “Why so formal big guy? It’s Tyler.”

  “I wondered when you would call,” I said. I perched myself on the couch armrest.

  “What you doing for dinner? Wanna catch up?” Tyler asked.

  “Where are you thinking of going?” I asked, sliding onto the couch.

  “How about Grazini’s? They do a pretty decent dinner.”

  “It will have to be later though, I’m pretty tied up for a while,” I replied.

  “Whatever time. I will be there around eight P.M anyway, so if you’re not there, I will just wait for you by the bar. I just need to bring you up to speed on the new app we are nearly finished with.”

  “Just give me the details later. And make sure you are there. I know the type of women that go to that place. Fuck… I don’t want you vanishing on me.” I laughed.

  “Okay, I’ll see you later,” Tyler said.

  We both hung up the phone. I headed out the suite door. My mind thought of Piper again and the couple who could not get pregnant. No way would I share, or even think of sharing Piper. I had no idea what the world was coming to, sometimes.

  I miss you, Piper.

  Chapter 4

  Piper

  I knew where to go. I’d been there before. The couple had a remodeling project done in their master bedroom and dining room last year. But this time Jemima, the client, had a different set of requirements and would explain once I had arrived at their home.

  I pulled my car into the driveway and stepped out of the car. Jemima was waiting for me.

  “Nice to see you again, Jemima,” I said.

  “You, too. Come on in.” She motioned for me to join her.

  We walked inside. “How are the rooms?” I asked, peeking into the dining room.

  “They are beautiful. We still receive comments about them after all this time. This is an excellent testament to the quality of your work.” She signaled me into the living room.

  “So, you said over the phone, you need something done pretty quickly?” I asked.

  I took out my notepad.

  “I do,” she said.“It all came as a bit of a rush, I know, and it’s all backward. I need our guest bedroom converted into a nursery quickly.”

  “I had no idea you had a baby. Wow, that did happen quick. Many congratulations to you for finally managing to succeed.”

  I was sure she said she couldn’t conceive when I was here last time. This has happened rather quickly… or was she just lucky?

  “I must confess, we had a little help from a special somebody,” Jemima replied quietly.

  “Well, Jemima, you look very well, and you look super happy with the new addition to your family,” I said with a huge grin.

  “Piper, let me tell you, I am so overjoyed. And after all that time trying. We are so happy with our little one. Come on I will show you, and you can see the room.”

  I followed her up the stairs. I knew the room she was talking about, and I was sure it would be a piece of cake to remodel it. I mean, it was just a quick makeover and the addition of some built-in closet space, and then it’s done.

  I looked into the baby’s crib, and I saw that the little girl is gorgeous. She was dressed in a little pink top and a large diaper hung off her. Oh, wow… she’s so beautiful.

  “Jemima, she’s a little doll,” I said as my heart warmed. If I had any doubts before about wanting a little one, they were gone now.

  “I know, she’s perfect in every way,” she said.“No health issues or anything. Yes, a perfect bill of health the doctors gave her.” She smiled at her daughter, and my insides went gooey.

  I spent a few minutes holding Jemima’s daughter, and that sealed the deal for me. I wanted one. If I could have bought one from the shop on the way home, I would have done exactly that.

  I placed her back in her crib. She put her thumb into her mouth and started to suck gently. I melted completely. It was time. I had no doubt.

  “Jemima, I am so jealous of you,” I said. “She’s fantastic.”

  Jemima handed me samples of coverings she wanted in the nursery. We chatted for a while so I could get an idea of what she wanted.

  I left Jemima and drove home. I knew now the time was right for me to take my decision to have a child seriously. If I could have a baby who was half as cute as Jemima's daughter, I would be ecstatic, to say the least.

  I held her in my arms and knew joy. I could just picture myself in the same situation. I really wanted this. So much!

  I went through the samples and notes I had taken from Jemima. She needed the nursery completed soon. I would get the staff working on it early tomorrow morning.

  I hastily had something to eat and showered. It was time for some research of my own. I had my pen and paper ready and a large steaming cup of coffee in hand. The computer booted up, and I clicked on the web browser icon.

  I wonder who Jemima used… can I find the same person?

  I stared at the search box in the browser.

  “Parenting and fertility,” I typed. Then I pressed enter.

  The page flashed and my search results were there in an instant. The top ones were the normal paid ads, so I knew these weren’t going to be much help. I scrolled down the links on by one.

  Forum. That link grabbed my attention. There would be no advertising there, so this might provide me with a good place to start. I clicked the link, and I was presented with the rooms where chats are going on. There was one entry for parenting and fertility, and the last updates were made within the past few hours.

  This must be okay. They are c
urrent, and it’s not an old post.

  I read through the many entries and questions. The many parents to be were asking advice for various topics and specific questions.

  I scrolled further and noticed a thread that had an update within the last twenty minutes. This room just had a two-word title, which seemed entirely appropriate for me. Baby Maker.

  I clicked on the link to view all the past threads, and they all pointed to one website. The Baby Maker. It also mentioned the site couldn’t be accessed without logging in.

  “Oh, shit.” I needed an account and started to think it was just a scam or a pay site.

  I noticed a post from a few hours ago. The person had asked how to access the site. Clear as day, there was the log in info. I scribbled it down and followed the link to the website. I clicked back in the search bar and added my text search.

  “Baby Maker,” I typed and pressed enter.

  The site pops up with no advertising or requests to join a mailing list. Just their promise, a contact form, and some details of how their process works.

  Whoever has done this is pretty smart.

  I read everything the site had to say, and I could see whoever was doing this was really professional and serious about what they were doing. I found it hard to comprehend all that they were saying. The information was clear enough. It just seemed too much to be believed.

  I started off skeptical, but the more I read, and the more reviews I noticed of satisfied clients, the more I liked the idea. Even Jemima had posted a five-star review, so I knew it was legit. I’d found Jemima’s baby maker!

  I scrolled through the frequently asked questions, and the phone rang.

  “Piper, what are you up to?” Jules shouted through the phone.

  “I’m actually just looking at a website about fertility, and this company improved impregnation through intercourse, rather than any artificial methods,” I explained.

  “Piper, did you actually graduate or did you buy your way out of college and art school?” Jules asked.

  “I graduated, and you know that. Why are you asking?”

  “Just because, sometimes you can be so dumb, it’s unreal,” Jules shouted at me.

  “No, you should see it,” I said defensively. “It’s legit. I can tell.”

  “Well, lots of websites look that way, but when you get into it… God, they lead you into prostitution, or sex slavery, you know what I mean?”

  “Well, I’m going to read it all a couple of times. And if I get to the stage where it means actually having to meet someone, it will be in a highly public location.”

  “Well, I’m still not convinced,” she said with concern in her voice. “It all sounds very suspect to me.”

  “To put you at ease, you can even come with me when it gets to that stage if you like,” I said laughing. I couldn’t imagine her in the room with me while I was doing the dirty, but if it made her feel better, whatever. I wasn’t going to pay for sex. I was going to pay for someone to help me make a little one.

  “It would make me a little more relaxed about the whole thing. That way, I could get a handle on the situation, so I could see what was going on if there was anything suspect.” Her voice sounded calmer now.

  “I actually only found out about this by mistake. Remember that dining room and bedroom I did last year?”

  “Yeah, that high-class woman, right?”

  “That’s the one. Well, she was having problems with infertility, or that’s what she told me last year. I went around to her place today for another consultation, and it turns out she had a baby since the last time I saw her. She said she got some help from someone. And I found the guy on this site I’ve been telling you about. He’s got a ninety-nine percent success rate.”

  “Well, whoever helped her out must have some really potent sperm inside of them,” Jules said with a giggle.

  “You always have to lower the tone a little, don’t you?” I asked, annoyed. “Hmm? Whenever you see an opening, you slip something in and make a joke out of it.”

  “Well, you do have to admit, a ninety-nine percent success rate. Well, that’s as close to perfect as you can get. Visit him one day, then he blows his wad inside you, and the next thing you know, you’ll be walking down the street with a god-damned baby stroller.” Jules laughed.

  I knew Jules was just concerned about my welfare. I mean, we had known each other for such a long time. Really, we’d become as close as sisters, but without the arguing aspect of it.

  “You should have seen the baby today, though,” I said to Jules.“She was so cute. I’m not sure who the father is, but he has some really good looks about him. Jemima is average looking, but the baby was just stunning.”

  “Well, it sounds like you have your mind made up now. No matter how much I tell you differently, I know you will still come up with the same response.”

  “As a final note, I really want to be a mother now, Jules. I know I want it more than anything.”

  We said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone. I began to read the site again and again. I had taken to heart everything that Jules had said to me. I looked for anything that could make it appear less than legitimate. There was nothing. Every “I” had been dotted, and every “t” had been crossed.

  The site was the real deal, and I was intrigued. I saved the page to my bookmarks and noted down all the contact details I could. From what I could tell, a client’s full background was checked to make sure there was no family illness and that there were no sexually transmitted diseases present. One of the main stipulations on the site was that the man carrying out the impregnation would bear no responsibility for the child. They were free from all liability once the child was born.

  There was also, basically, a guarantee for the woman to become pregnant. And if she hadn’t conceived in four months, the guy would continue to perform his services until pregnancy actually took place. I could not see anything wrong with the service. And if the guy was this professional, what could be better? He also gave a personal guarantee that each and every client he serviced would enjoy their session to the fullest. No client was serviced if they had an STD.

  There was only one indication of who the guy was. I reckon if anyone had guessed correctly, they deserved a medal. All the home page consisted of was the menu bar and a large head and shoulder silhouette of the guy who performed these miracles.

  The direction which I had to take was clearly laid out in front of me. So, all I had to do now was put it into action. There was one more thing I wanted to know, but there was no sign of it anywhere.

  What the hell is the guy's name and who is he?

  Chapter 5

  Evan

  I finished my second session for the day, and things had gotten steamy. I’d taken longer than expected and wondered if Tyler would still be waiting for me. I quickly showered and headed off to meet him.

  Walking across the parking lot, I looked at the front of Grazini’s. It could have been plucked straight from Tuscany and dumped directly in the middle of this area. The façade was natural. With old-style bricks which had been hand-formed rather than by a more mechanical process. The exterior lights highlighted the black signboard with just the word Grazini’s emblazoned on it in silver, hand-scrawled writing.

  I approached the door and saw the full length of the restaurant, the windows clear of any obstruction. You could see directly down to the kitchen, with the chefs all laboring away amongst the many stainless-steel pans which hung from the ceiling.

  Tyler sat at the bar, and I was surprised he was not checking out the many women who were walking up and down behind him. He had never been one to pass up the opportunity of ogling a good-looking woman when he had the chance.

  I’d known him since we had been in the last year of college together. In many ways, he was very similar to me. He was handsome, but he didn’t have a rugged look. He was cleaner cut. He stood five eleven and had dark blonde hair with blue eyes, and he could charm the panties off a woman, no prob
lem.

  His family had money, deep south money, and they had a lot of it. Ever since I’d known him, he’d been a player, and he also offered male escort services on the side, in addition to working for me. Tyler had known about the Baby Maker thing, but he had always stood his ground in saying it was too risky. He didn’t really disapprove of it, and he was aware of the reasons for me doing it. He also knew where the financial rewards went, so he could understand the motivation behind doing it.

  It was more of an opinion he had about it. He just didn’t think it was entirely ethical. We had many discussions on the subject, and one’s that would draw a line between us. Sperm donors can be anyone, and it’s like a lottery with the kid you can end up with. At least with my service, the kids have a very high chance of being good looking. There is certainly nothing wrong with my genes. Although Tyler wasn’t one hundred percent in favor of my services, it was his opinion. I respected him enough to allow him to have it.

  Tyler was, in fact, one of the only few friends I had. Maybe it was his discreetness, him being a player, or that he had no need to hang on to me for financial assistance of any sort. He had worked for me since he left college, and it was not for the money. He had his own reasons and motivation for doing so; it was nothing to do with his time. Plus, Tyler had a penchant for most things related to computers or technology, so he just enjoyed it.

  Toward the end of college, I’d invented an app for smart phones, and since then we had developed a full set of them. All to cover most aspects related to health and fitness. These were far different than any others. They monitored everything that you did or ate and gave you feedback on what to do to improve your overall lifestyle. Tyler had found his ideal thing to fuck around with on a daily basis, and he loved it. And he just loved to tinker and develop things. I think it gave him a sense of purpose and made him feel useful in the world.

  Standing behind him, I blew into his ear. “Hey there, big boy,” I whispered in a female voice.