*This is the second story in this series. I would recommend reading "Michael's Side Job" before reading this story.
Michael had just finished his tutoring gig at school and was sitting at his desk, eyeing over a travel website.
"Hmm," he thought. "This one looks good."
He was looking at a European trip, and decided to use his extra money from his "side gig" to put down a payment. Michael had always wanted to travel to Europe. He thought that by the end of the school year, he might have the funds to make his dream come true.
Just then, his phone got a message. It was from Cheryl, the secretary from the Sungate Clinic. He hadn't heard from them since he got the news that Amber was pregnant (with twins) but that was three weeks ago.
"Hello Michael, we have another client that's interested in meeting you. If you can come by the clinic to do your bloodwork, we can arrange a meeting with them by the end of the month. Please let me know. Cheryl."
Michael's eyes widened. If he could get one client a month by May, Europe could be a reality. He texted Cheryl back to arrange bloodwork the following day.
It was now the end of November, and Michael found himself walking into a sports bar to meet his new potential clients: two women. This time, he was to impregnate a lesbian, if the vibe was right. He was more nervous this time than the last; at least Willard and Amber were attracted to men. He had no idea how this would work with a lesbian couple.
Cheryl told him their names and bios: Anne was 36 and a speech pathologist, and was the one that wanted to carry. Jen was 42 and a defense attorney. They had tried in vitro and artificial insemination with no success, and this was their last resort.
Michael walked up to the bar, and saw two women watching football. "Of course." He thought, and tapped one of them on the shoulder.
"Hello, Anne?" He asked shyly; he assumed it was her from the pictures Cheryl sent.
The woman glanced over at him, and gave a big bright smile. "You must be Michael!"
"Yep." Michael said shyly again, with a crooked smile. Anne was pale, thin, and had shoulder length brown hair.
The other woman who was presumably Jen was still watching the game, until Anne got her attention. "Jen.!"
Jen turned and waved, and said "want to share an appetizer? The game is almost finished and then we can talk." She looked much different than Anne. Jen had a stout body, was muscular, and had a very short haircut.
"Sure," Michael said. He was undoubtably hungry, just coming from school with no dinner.
After the game, Anne and Jen escorted him to a booth. "Sorry," Jen said. "I do love my football."
The three of them then made some small talk; Michael learned that Anne and Jen first met each other while playing together in a lesbian softball league. Both of them liked the fact that Michael was a teacher and was bi.
"So Michael, we see that with your last clients, you were able to give them twins." Anne said inquisitively.
Michael blushed. "Yep, fraternal twins. They actually run in my family. My mother was one. They say they skip a generation."
Anne and Jen glanced at each other, then Anne said "well we know that there's a chance of twins. We are actually excited about the possibility, but we'll take what we can get."
Michael then blurted out what he was thinking: "I've, well, I've never done this with a lesbian couple before. Actually, you're my second couple. I don't want this to be awkward. What do you have in mind about...how to proceed?"
Anne and Jen glanced at each other again, and Anne said "we were thinking about renting a hotel room at first. My most fertile days start tomorrow. We'll pay for the room of course. Its the one across town with a casino; we took off work for the...event."
Willard and Amber had treated him in their house, with dinner, for three nights. The whole experience with them seemed more intimate, but Michael realized that no client would be the same. And he was thinking about Europe.
"Ok, that's fine." He said. "I work until 4:00pm, and then I can meet you. So, thats Thursday, Friday, and Saturday."
"Sounds like a plan!" Jen said, and they both shook his hand, and the three of them left the bar.
Nerves were getting the best of Michael as he was driving to the hotel after school the next day. "What if I can't perform?" He thought, not knowing what to expect. Once he parked in the garage, he knew there was no turning back.
He walked to the room; Anne texted him the number earlier. His hand was shaking as he knocked on the door. "I can do this."
Jen answered, and escorted him in. "Mikey! Nice to see you. Come in."
They were both drinking; Anne was sipping a cocktail and Jen held a beer. "Want anything?" Jen said.
"Um, a beer is fine," Michael said, and Jen gave him one.
"Ah, don't be nervous kid." Jen said. "I can see it on your face. She won't eat you."
Anne chuckled. "So, Jen is gonna go downstairs to the bar, and I thought we can do it doggy. She's been prepping me, so I'm ready if you are."
