by Tia Siren
I’d given her a small bonus and doubled the length of the session. I’d wanted to give her the best possible chance to conceive. And an extra fuck thrown in for good measure was the least I could do.
This client whatever her name was… had followed the rules to the letter. She wasn’t like that damned Susan Reynolds, who always tried to go that little bit further. This client deserved to become pregnant, and in reality, I had to make sure she did. I had a reputation to uphold, and it was the one thing I did not want to suffer.
Being the Baby Maker offered me an endless variety of women. I had no need to look. They just came to me. Not only were they mostly hot, but I was also getting paid for the service that I provided. I basically had fresh pussy on tap and my glass was always full.
The client caught her breath. She smiled at me and asked if she could use the shower.
“Go ahead. Make yourself at home. I’m sure you earned a shower with the extra-long length of the session.” I winked at her.
“I loved it, and it’s a shame it will end,” she said, strolling toward the bathroom. “I’ll miss the fun.”
I laid on the bed and thought of my newest client. She seemed very interested, and at the same time, she seemed highly appealing. She had sent all her medical records and had done so in double-quick time. This had shown she was very, very interested.
I’d emailed her back and asked for her picture. She seemed interested. I expected the picture to arrive any time, now. Once this had been received and checked, I would ask myself plainly, “Do I want to fuck her?” This was the ultimate question to be answered.
The bathroom door was open, and I could see the latest one showering and foaming herself all over. I thought she would be a while, so I rested my head and closed my eyes.
My mind drifted to Piper, my love from high school. She had been the one, and she had remained in my mind since I’d left to go to college. My memories of her were so intense. I pictured her when I came with all my clients. Images of her did the trick, each and every time, no matter who the client was. Piper always helped me get the job done and helped me to maintain my reputation.
I pictured the time we had been in the barn. I’d laid a large picnic blanket on the soft straw. My head rested on my jacket. Piper danced seductively in front of me. She flicked her hair over her head and bit her lip. Her blue eyes stared at me; she popped open the buttons of her pink blouse. Then she’d let it slide from her shoulders. Her hips wriggled. She placed her hands on the top of her skirt; her fingers fumbled. Oh, and then she popped open the buttons as I got hard as a rock. She slipped her skirt over her ass and let it drop to the floor. Piper stood on the blanket, the light from the bare bulb shone down on her. She slowly unfastened her bra. Christ, she was an angel.
My eyes opened, and the sound of the running water continued to pour from the bathroom. My thoughts of Piper had made me really hard. There was no point wasting an erection this good and this hard; I walked to the shower and tapped on the glass.
“Is there room for one more in there?” I asked.
She looked at my erection, and her eyes lit up. She would be dismayed if she had realized it was not her that had turned me on. It was my sweetheart from school. My Piper. She got me hard, and the memory of her would never fade.
“It might be a tight squeeze, but I’ll fit you in, no problem,” the client said.
She leaned her body against the steamed-up glass. She rubbed me all over and caressed my hard cock. The water flowed over us. She got to her knees and slid her mouth around my rock-hard shaft.
She stood again, and I murmured into her ear, “One last time to make sure.”
She giggled and raised her leg, and the water flowed down her belly and dripped from her aching pussy. I slid into her and began to service her for what could be the final time. My hips thrust harder and harder. Our drenched bodies rubbed against each other.
She placed her hands on my shoulder and wrapped her legs around my waist. I lifted her body, and she gyrated her hips. Her body drove me to the final explosion from within. My seed flowed, and my thoughts of Piper never waned in this final moment. From my heart and from my real expression of love. I’d truly loved her.
I lowered her to the floor, and she thanked me for the extra benefits.
“Well, you have to go the extra mile for the good clients,” I said. I finished washing myself and grabbed a towel.
I turned on the laptop. I dried my hair, and the message arrived. I had mail, and I was excited to see if it was the picture from my new client. I opened the message and could see the icon for an attachment. I clicked on it and waited for it to open.
Fucking hotel Wi-Fi again. The signal had been dropping, and the size of the file was just taking too long.
The phone rang, and I reached to pick it up. Tyler had been calling all day. I’d had numerous conversations with him regarding the latest update we had spoken about at the meeting. Just before launch, we had noticed a bug in the system. The whole historical data was being wiped when a user entered a new item of food they had eaten or during a new task they had completed.
This was a serious problem. We had been literally hours from launch and Tyler had stumbled onto the bug by accident. He’d entered his info, and the app locked and then crashed.
“Tyler, how’s it going?” I asked. I glanced at the photo slowly downloading.
“Evan, when are you going to be free? I need you here for a while.”
Tyler had explained, no matter what he changed in the code, it made things worse. He had been firefighting the problem, but he had gained no ground whatsoever. Every change in the code just led to one more problem after another.
“I have another potential client,” I said. “I’m right in the middle of downloading her picture. Jesus, if only the god damned Wi-Fi signal was stronger.”
“Oh, shit,” I heard Tyler sigh.
“I can do this after, if you need me there,” I said. “It’s just they’re sending their picture now.”
“It’s not that,” Tyler yelled. “You’re always busy there, and you’re only here when something bad happens. Fuck, you know this app is essential, and we are now going to be behind schedule.”
We had contemplated pulling the update, but competition was fierce in this market. If we did not release it on schedule, we would lose credibility with our customers. Then our reputation for delivering products on time would become well and truly fucking tarnished.
“Okay, Tyler. I hear you. I’ll see what I’m able to figure out here.”
In a way, he was right, but Baby Maker was my passion. I had such a good time doing this. It made my life better. And it made me feel Godlike, having the power to pick and choose, while women were basically throwing themselves at my feet.
“Evan, you need to get your focus back where it should be,” Tyler yelled again. “Fuck, you know why you started the app business in the first place. This is for the right reasons, and it’s a long-term deal.”
I could tell from his voice he was highly frustrated. He had no need to work there, but he gave it his all. One hundred and ten percent commitment he gave, and I should really listen to what he’d just said.
Tyler, my good old friend, just relax and calm down a little.
In a way, I felt sorry for Tyler. I had placed the weight of the whole company on his shoulders. He did not have to accept that sort of responsibility. And it was not his direct problem. But even though I was free right now, I just didn’t want to miss out on any of the clients who always came knocking. And especially not the one who was sending me a picture of herself now.
“Tyler, listen to me. After this client, I’ll slow things down and get my focus back over there with you. Then this can go on the back burner for a while.”
Evan. I think you’re trying to convince yourself, or at least justify what you’re actually doing.
“Yeah, right, I'll believe it when I see it,” he replied in a flat tone.
“I promise you,
before this is over, I'll get my head back out of the clouds and focus back on the apps,” I said, lying through my teeth.
This client, who had sent me the picture… I couldn't give up on this one. I had become too intrigued to see who she was and why she had come to me. Like with them all, they all had a story. I enjoyed listening to the stories. It gave some light relief. On many occasions, the reason they visited me was because their husband was a lame fuck, and he just wasn’t managing to do the job right.
The many clients deserved to be serviced by a real man. I had convinced myself it was an important role to fill, and I believed I was the ideal choice. Ever since that time in college when I had two women ask me to impregnate them, I instantly had the idea for the Baby Maker. I could see the potential of the business.
I never cheated on Piper while I was her boyfriend. And I had always looked at this impregnation as a business rather than pleasure. At least in the early days, I did.
I wonder what Piper will think of you now?
“Bye Tyler. Stop stressing.” I hung up the phone and sighed.
“I'm all finished now, I should be off,” the client said. She walked into the living room.
“Okay, let me know how it goes,” I responded in an off-tone. “Business calls.”
“Goodbye, and thank you for everything,” she said. I raised my hand and waved.
“Can you close the door on the way out please?” I shouted over my shoulder.
I rested my head on the couch and then remembered the email. I jumped up and dashed to the laptop. The screen saver cleared, and I could see the picture had almost finished downloading, and then it was seconds until the picture actually cleared.
Shit, its upside down…
The photo cleared and I tilted my head so I could get a better view.
She looks like…
I turned my head to get a better look. The picture cleared and she was there in full-color detail.
It is. It’s… Piper.
Chapter 8
Piper
I had let myself go last night. It was not normally like me to go that far, and I think I had one too many drinks. Jules had arranged a bit of a party, and I’d gone with a few friends from work. She had decided to celebrate her first exhibition. Jules had finally completed her final painting, and they were preparing the gallery over the weekend. She was a magnificent artist, and Jules was sure to sell all of her paintings. There had been no end of people asking for commissions after they had seen the work she had done for me on my design projects.
Piper, what did you do?
The way I was, I knew I had gone overboard with the drinking and the partying. I’d been stressed and highly emotional over the past couple of weeks thinking about being a single parent. And the conversation with my mom had basically put the cherry on top. If I’d only considered it before. Actually, she’d helped me make my mind up without actually realizing it.
Once I had started the process of applying with the Baby Maker, my stress levels hit an all-time high. I had become anxious because I had lost a little control. Generally, I could dictate what happened in my life, but now I was seeking help from a third party, and a stranger at that.
I had no intention of drinking that much and usually I always looked after myself. Last night, I got it well and truly wrong. My stress had hit such a level that once I had had a couple of drinks, my brain had slipped into auto pilot. Then it decided a few more drinks would be a short-term solution to let the stress fade away into the background.
It had sort of worked. I did not feel stressed, but my head banged like a drum on the fourth of July. I laid on the bed and decided a few glasses of water and a good shower were the best thing to bring me back into reality. Right back from the zombie-like state I was in. I rolled over and grabbed the phone from the bedside table. I checked to see if I had any text messages. Nothing, and then I noticed the icon at the top of the phone to tell me I had an email.
Please God, let this be him…
I opened the email app and waited for the messages to update.
Sender: Baby Maker
Subject: Personal meeting
The content of the email was just a telephone number and it said, Call me when convenient. You choose the location, and we will meet for further discussion.
Baby Maker.
A man of few words…
I was super stoked. My application had been accepted, and it was evident my picture had been okay, too. Now, I had to choose a location to discuss details further. I guessed the face-to-face meeting would be one of the final stages of the process. If this went well, I could be just a few weeks away from having a small baby growing inside of me.
I slowly dragged myself out of bed and hit the shower. There had to be no sign of the party or the slight hangover left. Especially when the call was made to him. I wanted to be fresh and on top of the conversation.
Where will I meet him, though?
I stepped into the shower, and the cold water washed over me. Then my arms filled with goosebumps, and my breath was cut short. The short icy blast of water refreshed me, and all the signs of the tequila started to fade away. The water warmed, and I continued to wash the effects of the party well and truly off my body.
The bathrobe wrapped around my body and I placed a towel around my head to dry my hair. I walked to the living room and plonked my ass on the couch. I took my regular phone calling position. Then I grabbed a large cushion and curled my legs up underneath my body. I was fresh, and after a couple of deep breaths, I was finally ready.
I slowly dialed the number and waited, my ear firmly pressed against the receiver.
I heard a noise. The call had connected. Someone had picked up, but silence greeted me on the other end.
“Hello there,” I heard a soft, masculine voice say.
“Um, hello, this is Piper, you asked me to call. I got the email this morning.” I tried not to sound seductive. It was a business arrangement. Nothing else. With my luck, the bastard had a pot-belly and three nipples.
There was a slight pause. Then he spoke. “Ah, yes. Well, good morning there, Piper. It’s nice to finally speak to you.”
“Likewise, I suppose,” I said stupidly. My words were followed with a nervous giggle.
I was anxious, like I was on a first date or going to the prom. Laughing seemed like the ideal way to hide how nervous I was feeling.
Come on Piper, you're a grown woman, not a kid anymore.
“Just relax,” he said in a calming voice. “It can feel intimidating for people when they make the first call. So, take some deep breaths, and you will be fine. Now, don’t forget, I'm here to help you, not to sell you anything.”
“It’s a different sort of service than what you would expect to find, so I can understand why some people feel this way. Um, it’s kinda nerve racking.” I placed the phone back onto the side table.
The man’s voice was very calming, and he was very polite and friendly. I could feel myself relax the more I spoke to him. After a few minutes, it was like I’d known him for quite a few years.
“Tell me then, Piper, how did you come to hear about my services?” he asked politely.
“Well, to be honest, I had an old client who wanted some work done. She had mentioned she’d had some assistance getting pregnant. Although she never actually gave me any details. And so, at that point, I was still none the wiser of your existence.” I explained.
“So, then you did what? I mean to say, how did you finally find the website?”
“I went home and was intrigued with what she had said to me. I started to search online. I noticed all the sites were just selling things. Or they were the usual sites that were at the top of the rankings, paid to be there. There was no sign of your site, no matter what I searched for.”
“So, you never found the site from searching?” he asked.
“No, I ended up in a forum and chat room. It was only as I read through the forum topics that I finally saw mention of your
site. They commented that they’d been successful in conceiving with your help. They said if anyone else needed assistance, to follow the link they had provided. I nearly gave up when I tried the site. It asked for login details, but there was no place to create a profile or an account. I was close to giving up when I went back to the forum and noticed one of the members had provided details to log in.”
“Yes, I have done it that way to filter out undesirables. But, if someone is really interested, they will find the login information. I’ve set it up that way so people who aren’t serious about my services don’t just sign up and bombard the site with hundreds of applications. Besides that, you wouldn’t believe how many people have gotten the wrong idea about the service I provide. I mean, it’s not for fun, although I ensure it will be enjoyable. I want you to realize it’s to make sure that women can have the best chance of being a mother in the most natural way possible.”
I listened to his voice. He continued to ask why I had wanted to use his services. Wanting to become pregnant and having kids was evident, but why choose him above all the other services that are out there?
He did ask a couple of questions that I thought had little relevance to wanting kids. That’s unless he just created a complete profile of his applicants so he could come to understand their motivation for doing it.
“Piper, have you ever been married?” he asked, his tone professional.
“No, never been married. None of my relationships got that far. I used to think that was what I wanted. But over the past two or three years, I realized marriage wasn’t for me. And if it’s not possible to have the man of my dreams, being a single mother is the best way to go.” I thought about the real man of my dreams. The one man I’d never gotten over. I still missed him.
“How about being engaged? Have any of your relationships gone that far?” His voice maintained the same professional tone as before.
“Same sort of story. One relationship nearly resulted in me becoming engaged, but he ended up cheating on me, so I dumped his ass.”