The Surrogate Ch 01 6

They quarreled, adding to my tension. The girls sitting beside me, a row of interviewees, flinched as her words cut harshly into her son.

"I don't like any of the girls you've introduced, Mom. This is not your concern. Showing up to my office whenever you like is not how I will find a surrogate."

"I'm trying to help you avoid using a slut, Victor."

"You're not helping at all, and that's insulting. Please leave. When a suitable candidate is selected, I'll let you know, and you might get to meet her if you behave properly."

"You make it sound like you're shopping for a uterus, son. You won't find a wife that way."

"I'm not looking for a wife."

"No, just a paid slut to deliver your child. I don't know what to say."

"It's time you left, Mom."

Six of us girls sat in the outer office, all model tens, every one of college age. I couldn't believe the outer office personal assistant didn't close the door to avoid embarrassment.

Did she wink at me?

She wants us to hear them quarreling.

A smartly dressed woman in her sixties strode out of her son Victor's office, looking irked. Her head snapped in our direction, and discerning eyes examined the line of girls waiting to be interviewed, each hoping to become Victor's uterus for hire, an up to twelve-month contract with a further year after that if an alternate breastfeeder wasn't found.

I watched Victor's mother express disdain for each candidate as her eyes sought out a future daughter-in-law, but her brain saw only sluts for surrogacy hire. I got a slight flicker of hope in two raised eyebrows, but I wasn't here for her pleasure and didn't much care for her insults.

"Send in the first lady, please, Sarah."

The personal assistant studied profile pictures on her desk and pointed a pencil at the girl beside me.

"You... Carla, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"In you go."

I'd arrived first, but it seemed Sarah had an arbitrary approach to feeding in the sluts who responded to Victor's advertisement. It appeared on social media groups at Columbia College. A billionaire businessman sought a surrogate of the highest intellect and beauty.

We all have an IQ over one hundred and fifty.

We all passed the beauty test.

He'll never pick me.

I had a mild bout of imposter syndrome, suppressing it because I wasn't desperate for money. My dating pool was impressive, although I hadn't put myself out there and was never really attracted to anyone.

I had an understanding boyfriend, the only man who'd ever fucked me, but we hadn't reached that knee-buckling moment where love was confirmed.

Why the fuck am I doing this?

Come on, Amy. This is the best way to secure your lineage as well.

"Next."

Jesus, I'm last in. He's sure to have made up his mind by now.

She's sending me last. Sarah fucking hates me. What did I do wrong?

I stared at her, and suddenly, my fight response kicked in. If this didn't work out, so what? I was set to become top of my Ivy League Law school class.

"You're next, Amy."

"Thank you."

She called me by name.

She fucking smiled at me.

"Good luck, sweetheart."

Good luck? Jesus, I misjudged you. What's going on?

"Thank you, Sarah."

I got a cute smile as I passed her by, closing Victor's office door behind me.

His office felt cool, smelled faintly of vanilla, and was grand, with a beautiful, highly polished wooden parquet floor. I shucked off my heels, picked them up, and strolled toward Victor's ancient ebony wooden desk, admiring a Van Gogh.

"You're very tall, Amy."

"Six feet. I'm two inches shorter than you without heels."

"What heels will you wear when we are together?"

"I thought mostly, I'd be naked. If you'd like me to wear heels in bed, I can do that with pleasure."

"No dinners or evenings out together, then?"

"I'd be surprised if you wanted me on your arm for that."

"Why not? Are you ashamed to be seen with a man in his late thirties?"

"No, but I figured you'd want me kept away from the paparazzi and especially your Mom."

He smiled, studying me carefully. I'd been photographed by a professional, tastefully naked as all the girls had, so Victor had plenty of time to admire me before the interview.

I saw a handsome man with a gorgeous, thick mop of jet-black hair. His eyes pierced my soul, twinkling like stars at night. He wore a gentle expression, smiling often, disarming me.

"You're a beautiful woman."

"You are a gorgeous man, Victor. I love a rugged chin with dimpled cheeks. The gym must be your hidden mistress."

"I start at 6 a.m. And do two hours a day plus another half hour of swimming. How about you?"

"I manage an hour and a half, mostly just before midnight, but you knew that from my profile."

"College schedules are punishing, right?"

"Yes. It's hectic, but I'm able to contain the stress."

He eyeballed me affectionately, absorbing every curve, pausing to enjoy my pert breasts, long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and silken legs showing from my knee under a black pencil skirt.

"You wore the longest skirt, best fitting blouse, and without showing more cleavage than would be decent when visiting my mother."

"Will we visit your mother often?"

"Would you like to?"

"Would you like me to?"

"I could do this for hours, Amy."

"Do what, Victor?"

"Play mental chess with you. Your wit, charm, and intellect are a delight."

"If we played real chess, I'd beat you."

"Is that because you believe yourself to be of higher intellect?"

"No. It's because my father taught me to play from age three. You and I have the same IQ. I saw nothing in your profiles about chess as a hobby."

"You did your research?"

"I did. You prefer adrenaline sports, most worryingly, free climbing."

"Why does that worry you?"

"I'd rather my child not become orphaned because you took unnecessary risks."

"Would you prefer I strike free climbing from my hobby list?"

"I would. I wish you a long and healthy life with nothing but success."

"Why bother about me if you are simply a uterus for hire?"

"I want my child to be the best possible successor to a billionaire and that he or she has a father who lives a long and happy life."

"Does that matter to you, Amy?"

"Much more than the money does. When I succeed in this role, my DNA goes forward in the human story with every possible life advantage."

"You sound tough. I read somewhere that you did a lot of charity work."

"Yes, but having a kind heart for others doesn't prevent me from wanting the best for my offspring."

"So... how do I measure up in your analysis?"

"I'm here, Victor, and very keen to copulate and be inseminated by you."

"Do you want the job right away, or is there a cooling-off period that was allowable in the contract?"

"My ovulation starts in three days, so you can clear the desk now if you wish."

"Wow, Amy. You are an imposing young woman."

"My boyfriend believes so."

"I read about him. You were the only girl who answered that question. Everyone else said they had no guy or chose not to answer."

"I am honest in all things. It avoids problems no matter how hurtful they feel at the time."

"What does your boyfriend think about me fucking you?"

"He's accepted that I'm off limits to him sexually. It probably means we'll break up very soon."

"Why?"

"I don't want a husband who will let other men fuck me."

"Isn't that a little harsh, considering this is your idea?"

"I don't think so. We both had a choice, and I wanted this opportunity to deliver you a child; he could easily have said no, and I wouldn't be here."

"Would you like to call him one last time to confirm?"

"If it eases your mind, Victor, I will."

Justin was a cool boyfriend, but when it came to it, I didn't think we could last the journey. He'd reacted nonchalantly when I suggested applying to be Victor's surrogate.

I set my cell phone to speaker and called my boyfriend.

"Hi, Amy. How did it go?"

"Hi, sweetheart. I'm with Victor right now. I think it's going well."

"Why are you calling? Is there something you need?"

"It's a last chance for you to veto this, honey. I won't mind if you say me fucking Victor and having his baby isn't going to work for us."

"I'm fine with your decision, Amy. I have no hang-ups about you being with Victor."

"Remember, we can't sleep together for at least a year, Justin."

"We've been through all of this, Amy. Go for it, sweetheart."

"Okay honey, bye."

I felt a little embarrassed that my boyfriend considered me of such little value that he would allow my infidelity so easily. There was a profoundly taboo reason that Justin and I hadn't discussed yet.

Victor seemed shocked but still very enthusiastic to pursue me. I was surprised, thinking that having a boyfriend might have been more of a concern.

"Amy, would you mind explaining why he's so ready and willing to let me sleep with you?"

"Umm... that wasn't a question in the profile."

"If you don't want to answer, I'll understand."

My heart pounded, and my palms went icy cold as the blood drained into my legs, urging me to leap up and pursue a rapid escape barefoot through the office, down thirty floors, and out of Victor's building.

"He regularly sleeps with another woman."

"What the fuck?"

"I know. I can't compete with that, so I won't."

"How long have you known?"

"I found out the week before applying to be your surrogate."

"And that's when you guys stopped sleeping together?"

"Yes. He said Claire is in the past, but I know that's not true. My instinct tells me he's happy to move on without a fuss, and I shall, leaving him to pursue his true love."

"It's not fair."

"It's none of my business."

"So you'll move on to me?"

"Absolutely not, Victor. I understood this to be a surrogacy deal. I'm not considering you as boyfriend material at all."

"Okay, that's honest and consistent with my advertisement."

I was turned on and hoped Victor might fuck me across his desk if I were chosen. I'd lasted in the interview far longer than any other girl and was pretty sure I'd grabbed his attention.

"Will we just fuck, or would you stay the night in my bed, Amy?"

"Your advertisement said those terms would be discussed if I pass the interview."

"You have passed the interview, Amy. You succeeded when you removed your heels when entering my office."

"I don't want to scratch your beautiful wood floor."

"That tells me you are respectful and value expensive, beautiful things."

We had a moment of extreme sexual tension. My submissive nature loved mutual respect. I wanted to be a good girl.

"Are you respectful, Victor?"

"I believe so, Amy. Perhaps you would like to find that out for yourself?"

"I really would, but only as your surrogate. That's clear, right?"

"Yes. My terms are that you will move into my home and access everything I own as though it were yours. We have sex when you and my doctor say it is optimum based on your cycle."

"Where does that happen?"

"We fuck in my bed or any place of your choosing."

"I have a lot of choice, it seems."

"You'll have a car and driver to take you to and from college. The signing bonus is fifty thousand dollars, your allowance is twenty thousand per month, two hundred grand more when pregnancy is confirmed, and a million on the successful delivery of our baby."

"What are our sleeping arrangements? There was no mention of that in the advertisement."

"You have a room of your own. If you feel like having sex, wake me up anytime, and I will oblige. If I have business trips, they will be scheduled around your priorities, and you can accompany me if you wish."

"Will you always be home when I ovulate, Victor?"

"Yes, all day for each ovulation."

"And do you expect to fuck me outside the window of opportunity?"

"That's your choice entirely."

"Will we go anywhere nice on your trips?"

"I spend time in London and Florence, where my headquarters are based for all European operations."

The discussion concerning my impregnation aroused me. Although transactional, the thoughts of being defiled night after night in a billionaire's bed turned me on.

"I don't have to sleep with you when I don't want to?"

"Not sleep, no."

"We'll fuck, and then I leave with my womb full of your seed."

"Yes, it's a rather raw way to describe it."

"But very accurate, I think?"

"Yes."

"For the record, Victor, I'm looking forward to fucking you a lot."

"I can't wait either, Amy."

"You don't have to."

"You mean right here, right now?"

"It's your choice, Victor. So long as you sign my contract, this pussy is yours to fuck today."

"That's slutty."

"Do you like a girl's hidden slut, Victor?"

"Yes. Very much. I like good girls who turn into bedroom whores."

"I can do that for you. I can be very good and bad almost simultaneously. We must have passion, or our baby will not flourish."

"Stopping short of love?"

"Yes, Victor, that would be disastrous for both of us."

"Here is not the place for our first time, though, Amy. Perhaps I can have you collected from home with your things, and you spend the day settling into your new home for the next year."

"That's perfect."

Victor stood up, and I saw an enormous cock wrapping itself around inside his pants, almost reaching past his waist. I stood and waited for his embrace that I knew would come.

When Victor held me in his arms, I sizzled and tingled all over. I saw passion burning in his eyes. His cock poked my belly, and I pressed back harder, welcoming it.

"That is a much bigger cock than my boyfriend's. You'll find it feels very snug inside my pussy."

"Your application said Justin was your only ever man."

"Yes, we fucked a great deal, but his was the only cock I ever enjoyed, sucking or fucking. He was six and a half inches long when measured from the balls."

"I'm ten inches long."

"Yes. As I said, if Justin found me tight inside, I'm sure you will."

I reached down and slid my hand into his crotch, gripping Victor's massive cock, squeezing it hard. He whimpered, his eyes softened, and my new boss looked ready to cum in seconds.

"With my cycle being what it is, you may catch me pregnant in a matter of days. When I miss my period, what happens then?"

"How frequently or even if you choose to fuck me is entirely your decision, Amy."

"Will you fuck other girls while I'm working for you?"

"I hadn't considered that."

"You probably should think it through. It might sway my decision."

We didn't kiss, although I wanted to, but I got an excellent feel of his cock, knowing it wouldn't fit easily inside my pussy. Victor's thick shaft would take two hands to wank him off, and deep-throating would be a massive challenge.

Thinking about our first fuck further engorged my trembling pussy lips that leaked a tiny rivulet of my shame from the thin gusset I wish I'd rethought. The errant bead of my arousal zig-zagged down my thigh, stopping a few inches down a thigh.

You didn't plan on getting turned on, babes.

His cock is fucking enormous.

Can he want to fuck me after I'm pregnant?

"Do you have any questions for me, Amy?"

"Can I ask anything I want to?"

"Yes, but I may not answer."

"Okay, that's fair. I want to know why you need to do this."

"Do you mean why I don't get married and have a family?"

"Yes."

"Too many broken relationships and lost loves. I can't take chances with having no heir or a wife that leaves me, taking the kids. Maybe I'll find love when my child grows up, but we won't have children."

"The fruit of our union is your one shot at having an heir, then?"

"Yes, very succinctly put."

"What if we have a daughter?"

"I have no preference of gender. A healthy baby is all I ask. A child to love, nurture and support their journey through life."

I felt sad for Victor, not because he had no love, but because he'd stopped looking for it. I didn't pursue the matter further, not wishing to cross the line between surrogate and lover.

"Sarah will give you the signed contract on your way out. She'll also arrange a driver and help pack your things."

"Have you already signed my contract?"

"Of course, Amy. The other ladies were set up and queued to create a sense of occasion for your benefit."

I felt surprised but didn't show Victor. At twenty-one years old, I was inexperienced but far from naive. I'd never have guessed the interview lineup was a charade to get me on edge.

Sarah shook my hand, smiled, and almost hugged me outside his office.

"I'm so pleased Victor chose you, Amy."

"Why?"

"Yours was the only profile that appealed to me. We all love Victor so much and want him to find happiness."

"Through having a child?"

"Yes, of course. He's been through hell in the dating game. So many gold-digging whores."

"I can imagine his wealth is a barrier."

"It is."

Sarah handed me a signed contract, which I checked and counter-signed as the surrogate. I'd already been through the proposal and had no issues with it.

"When will you ovulate, Amy?"

"In the next few days."

"That's perfect. I wish you both a very happy time in bed."

She raised a hand, summoning a smartly suited man who beckoned me to follow.

"I'm Greg. I'll be your driver day and night, wherever you want to go. I'm told we're collecting your belongings first?"

"Yes, please."

He whisked me downstairs, through a VIP turnstile, then out to a black Mercedes Maybach with a rear seat that was more comfortable than any I'd sat in.

"I'll help you pack, Amy."

"I already packed because it said I should be ready to leave immediately on the interview call forward letter."

"You've been all anyone talks about lately."

"Who's talking about me?"

"The household staff are excited. They have been cleaning and preparing your room. Chef even scoured social media looking for your favorite restaurants and dishes."

"I don't go out much, but that's very flattering. How long have you been expecting me?"

"Two weeks ago, Victor gathered everyone together and was emphatic that you must be made to feel welcome and enjoy your stay."

"Do you know why I'm staying with Victor, Greg?"

"To be his surrogate for a child."

"Yes, but don't any of you find that disgraceful?"

"Not at all. We will love a child in the house. Your baby will be treasured so much, even by Victor's mother, when her hard shell is cracked off."

I settled back, feeling gratified. My self-esteem lifted a few notches with the knowledge that I was very much desired and welcomed in Victor's home.

My nerves still jangled at the thought of our first night, Victor's enormous cock, and my role in gestating his baby. He'd done everything possible to settle my nerves, and that endeared my employer to me.

At my apartment, I stared at the window and saw Justin waving, grinning from ear to ear. I asked Greg to wait outside, knowing an awkward moment faced me.

Inside my apartment, I saw my cases were ready to go as I'd left them, with another set beside them.

"You're leaving, Justin?"

"We both know it's over between us, Amy. We had a great run, but it's not love, right?"

"No."

"Your choice gives us both an opportunity to move on."

"Where are you going, Justin?"

"I'll stay at my sister's place. I left your key on the door hook."

I studied my boyfriend, pleased he'd decided to move on. It was inevitable because although passion had fired sporadically between us, true love hadn't.

"Can I ask you something, Justin, strictly between you and I?"

"You don't need to Amy. I know you figured out about Claire and me. I'm sorry I couldn't be honest about my sister, but it's illegal for us to be together."

"How long have you loved her?"

"All my life, but we only began sleeping together a couple of years ago when she turned twenty-one. We can't keep our hands off one another."