An average looking white guy, sat in his car staring at a phone perched up on the dash mount while the radio softly played Like a Stone. He flattened his short brown hair in his rear view mirror and adjusted his button up dress shirt. The only thing really notable about his face was his masculine cleft chin covered in a five-o-clock shadow.
"Turn left on Main Street. Estimated arrival to 2242 Myrtle Lane is 8PM," the voice from his phone said flatly. The directions were clear, yet still he didn't move.
He had a very unusual night planned. He was to drive to his ex-girlfriend's house to donate sperm for a large sum of money. He really needed it to help pay for the dialysis treatments his mother required three times a week. He got tested for STIs the week before and everything came back clean, so his ex invited him out to dinner with her wife and the understanding he'd make the donation immediately after. They had just finished a great meal at a Thai restaurant near their house and now was the time. But there he was, listening to the radio with the navigation still on and the engine idling.
He turned off the navigation and backed up his car. Instead of turning left as the navigation instructed, he purposefully turned right. As he got onto Main street his phone lit up and the name Hannah Choi appeared on the screen. He pressed something on his phone to send the call to voicemail.
"You've reached Matt Fischer's phone, please leave a message at the beep," came his voice from the phone. An audible beep sounded.
"Hey Matty did you get lost?" Hannah asked. "Just let us know and we can meet you back at the restaurant to lead you back here. And... thanks again for doing this."
He pulled onto the freeway.
"I know I've said it before," she continued, "but I really appreciate what you're doing for us. I've heard so many parents say how kids change their lives and give them a new purpose. Alex has always wanted children of her own. I wasn't so sure, but then it really hit me. My parents don't have anyone else. This is the only way I can continue my legacy and teach the things my parents taught me to the next generation. I can't wait to raise a child with Alex. Sorry for the sappy stuff. See you soon, ok?"
Matt sighed and pulled sharply off the road onto the shoulder. There was a honk from a car that passed by. He quickly picked up his phone and put it to his ear.
"Hello Hannah?" he said hopefully. There was no answer so he lowered the cellphone to the dashboard mounting. She had already hung up. On the background of his phone was an old photo of his kids. He smiled sadly, staring at the screen. He scrolled through his photos and found one where he was embracing his young children warmly. He stared at the screen until it turned off automatically. Then he noticed the stars were particularly bright and so he peered out his windshield, staring at them. He sighed.
"Just fuckin' do it," he said with determination, and a half grimace. He grabbed the wheel and turned back onto the freeway.
* *
The door opened and Matt frowned shamefully when he saw the woman there. She was wearing a gray sportcoat and a deep cut white blouse with long gray slacks. A long thin gold chain hung from her neck and a red stylized heart tattoo was slightly left to the center of her chest.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Sorry I'm so late," he said apologetically.
"You got lost didn't you? Hannah was right huh? You should have followed us. Guys always think they know the way."
"Yeah. I got really lost."
"It's alright," she assured him. "Just come inside."
"Ok," he said with a sheepish grin.
After entering he looked around the spacious house. "Nice place," he said admiringly.
"Thanks, it's not ours though, just a rental."
"Where's Hannah?"
"Here."
Matt looked down the hall and noticed a raven-haired woman with bronze skin wearing a clingy minidress.
"I was making Alex a drink," she explained, sauntering towards them with a lowball glass halfway filled with amber liquid and ice.
"That looks tasty," Matt crooned.
"It's an Old Fashioned. You want one too?"
"I better not. I'm on the clock after all."
"Good point," Alex said, taking a sip and smiling jovially.
"So where do I make my deposit?" Matt asked. Hannah laughed softly.
"The insemination kit came with a cup," Hannah said. "I'll leave it in the bathroom for you."
"Alright. I guess I better get to it. Earn that paycheck."
"Sure," Hannah said with a wan smile. "The bathroom is down this hall, just follow me."
Hannah and Matt walked across the dark hardwood floors past the living room. She opened a door on the left, across from the kitchen. Inside was a bathroom with a mirror, sink and toilet.
"Sorry it's not too big. Oh I forgot, wait here and I'll go get the cup."
Matt watched Hannah's hips sway as she leisurely walked away. She had a pair of angel wings tattooed over her shoulder blades, visible in the nearly backless dress she wore. Her audible footfalls indicated she was going upstairs and then a few minutes later she was back down and walking towards him.
"Here's the cup," she said, passing him a plastic specimen container. "The instructions say to close it as soon as you... you know, cum inside."
"Aye aye captain."
Hannah chuckled.
"And I got you a little something to help," she said, holding out a couple of porno magazines.
"Really?!" he said loudly.
"What, you don't need them? Just going to think about Kathy Ireland?"
"Kathy Ireland?"
"Is she not your celebrity crush anymore?" Hannah snickered.
"That was a helluva long time ago. Where did you even get these?"
"I bought them for Alex when we were dating, but she's not really into them. You can take them home if you want."
"Ok thanks," Matt said with a mock laugh. He began flipping through the photos of nude women.
"Well I'll... leave you to it," she said awkwardly, and walked away.
"Thanks."
Matt closed the bathroom door and turned on the light. He looked at himself in the mirror for a minute before saying quietly- "What the fuck am I doing?"
"Oh and Matt?" Hannah said loudly from outside.
"Yeah?"
"Just leave the cup on the counter when you're done."
"Sure thing," he replied. Matt opened the container and heard the sound of her footsteps echoing down the hall as he flipped through the porno mag. He paused when reaching the centerfold of a busty nude brunette sitting on a leopard print stool. She was holding her hair up and spreading her legs to show her puffy pink vulva. He started flipping again. He went quickly until he was at the end. The periodical flew through the air, and landed on the counter where he tossed it. He grabbed the next magazine.
On the cover was a tall blonde in a library. She was pursing her lips, glasses perched on the end of her nose with a small book barely covering her large breasts. He smiled and began to flip through the magazine. He stopped briefly on the interview of the librarian model. Apparently her favorite book was Ulysses. He kept turning pages until he got to a photo of a woman with flowing dark black hair, and medium brown skin. She wore only a necklace of flowers and was leaning her head and ample backside against a column in what looked like a tropical environment. Matt unzipped his slacks and his hand pulled up his flaccid penis from out of his plaid boxers. As he looked back and forth across the model's long luxurious legs and attractive face, he stroked until he grew turgid. It was only a few minutes, breathing hard and moving his palm against his phallus until he grabbed the cup with his other hand and gasped. He grunted and shot a burst of semen up over the cup and onto the mirror.
He swore and angled his dick down, this time hitting the cup. He pulled out another few bursts into the cup, until he couldn't squeeze out anymore.
He sighed, capped off the plastic container, shoved his shrinking member back into his pants and grabbed a square of toilet paper. While quickly cleaning the mirror he caught a glimpse of himself. He shook his head with a wan smile and finished up by washing his hands. He straightened his shirt and pants before stacking the nudie mags on the counter, opening the door and walking out.
Alex was at the end of the hall sipping her drink. When she noticed Matt was done she leaned her head back and finished the remaining cocktail. She walked down the corridor, past Matt and returned with the specimen cup.
"Thanks Matt, I'll take it from here," she said with a polite smile.
"Ok cool. Did you need me to hang out or?"