This escort has ulterior motives...
This story is fictional, purely a fantasy. It is an adult story full of eroticism and sex. All names of people and businesses are fictional.
While many of you may believe that the premise of this story is not plausible, I assure you it is. In my lifetime, I have met people who have not been able to conceive children by themselves. While some have been able to make use of current medical practices to help them, the cost of this is often beyond the means of many. Those who are unable to afford medical assistance, often find very unorthodox methods of having families. While this story is a little more fanciful than some I have heard, it is not entirely outside of the realm of plausibility.
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As with most of my stories, this starts off slow, setting the mood. But when the activities start, they start with a bang... Enjoy.
Matron stood in the door to her office and watched as the girls came back with their pushcarts. She was responsible for all the women on staff. Mostly she was responsible to ensure that nothing happened to scandalize the reputation of her five-star hotel.
The girls were all chatting amicably as they finished their cleaning duties for the day and returned to deposit their respective carts in the holding pen. All except for Holly.
Holly was a cute pixie of a girl in her early twenties. She had been on staff two years now and Matron liked her, as she was hard working and never caused any problems.
Matron noted that Holly's eyes were puffy and red. She seemed listless and irritable with the other girls. Matron smelled a problem.
"Holly, could I talk with you for a moment, please?" She asked politely, her tone offering no options. She stood there holding the door open in expectation.
Holly looked at Matron with wide eyes. The only reason she knew that Matron called someone into her office was to scold them or to fire them. She moved quietly under Matron's arm and slid into the office with head bent.
Matron came around the desk to her chair and invited Holley to sit opposite. She quietly studied the woman, assessing how she would begin her questions.
Holly was a little over 5' tall, slim but she was definitely all woman with nice curves in all the right places. She had straight blond hair that was currently tied back in a single ponytail. She had changed out of her uniform and wore thread bare jeans and a faded blue top. She seemed healthy though, so Matron knew she was eating well. The girl seemed spooked and a little afraid.
So, soft approach.
Matron thought to herself.
"Holly, I called you in because you seem to be somewhat irritable lately. You haven't been getting on with the other girls and I was wondering if something may have happened here in the hotel?" She asked.
Holly looked up at Matron, shook her head and then turned her face down into her chest.
Oh, this is serious!
Thought Matron.
"Why don't we move over to the couch, Holly?" She offered as she stood up guiding the girl toward the comfy couch at the back of the room. Matron was a skilled questioner and found that putting the girls at ease often lead to some very serious discussions.
Holly didn't say anything, but she quietly rose to follow Matron.
Matron pulled a Coke out of the fridge in passing and handed it to the girl. She knew it was Holly's favourite after a long day. Holly accepted the beverage but didn't open it and just held it in her hands, head down.
Matron sat beside her, put her arm around the girl's shoulder. "Would you like to talk about it, Holly?" she asked.
The girl's eyes came up to look at Matron. There was a brief flash of anger, frustration, and fear before the flood gates opened and Holly was crying uncontrollably in Matron's arms. Matron held the young woman, rocking her gently and waiting patiently.
It was several minutes before Holly lifted her head. Matron produced some tissues for her.
"I'm so sorry," Holly said quietly. "This was not supposed to interfere with my work."
"Nonsense child," Matron responded. "When things go wrong, they can't but affect your work or your relationships with friends.
"Do you want to discuss things with me? Is there anything that I can do to help you?" She asked, waiting expectantly.
"It's not anything that you can help me with," Holly responded. "Jason and I have been trying to have a child."
Uh oh!
Thought Matron. "How long now?" She asked.
"A little over a year now." Holly replied quietly and with a tiny sob.
"Forgive me for stating this, child," Matron began, "but you don't make much more than minimum wage and your clothing indicates to me that you are not in a state of finances that would allow you to have children."
Holly looked at Matron and barked out a short laugh. "Oh, Matron. I'm sorry but that is not the case. Jason was given a good promotion last year, and again just a few months ago.
"He asked me last year if I wanted new clothes and I told him that I wanted maternity clothes." Holly blushed as she told Matron this. "I was supposed to wear these until I needed the new clothes." Holly said and started crying quietly again.
Matron took the girl back into her arms. "I see," she said quietly patting Holly's back.
"So obviously, there was some difficulty with getting pregnant?" She asked the girl already knowing the answer.
"The doctors said that our situation wasn't unique but was on the extreme end of the cases they had seen," she said softly. "Jason's sperm is not compatible with my body. My body fluids, my mucus, kills his sperm. He can impregnate other women, and I can be impregnated by other men, as long as they are not of Jason's blood type, but we can never conceive together."
OH!! This is unique!
Thought Matron.
"Did the doctors talk about options?" Matron asked.
"Yes, but technically we are not infertile, so cannot go to Medicare with our problem and, even with two raises and my job, we cannot afford to do fertility clinics on our own," Holly murmured.
