Tuesday morning, Carly unlocked the clinic door and checked the schedule first thing. She saw that they had 8 clients on the calendar, 6 men, and two women, and the first male patient was due to arrive in 30 minutes. She had never met this man before, so she pulled his file, and saw that his birth date on record put him at 48 years of age, and the only other thing to be deduced from his records was that he was terribly short sighted, and hadn't been to see the Dr. in about 3 years. She made a pot of coffee, and then popped into the restroom to look in the mirror. She had chosen to wear a frilly lace white bra this morning, covered by a button down white lacy blouse that was somewhat see through, but not really. The holes in the lace pattern were very small, so some skin color shown through, and if she had worn any color bra besides white, it would have been very obvious.
She had unbuttoned the top 3 buttons of her blouse at home, and thinking, "what the hell?" she unbuttoned one more. She'd chosen a pleated short black skirt to go with the blouse, left her panties in the drawer at home, and was wearing her black 3" heels again. The first patient's name was Carl, and when he arrived, she told him that his records needed to be updated, and leaning over her desk to give him an eye full of her cleavage (she hoped he was looking, anyway) she handed him a clipboard, pointed at a chair directly across from her own, and told him he could sit there to fill it out. She caught him looking at her from the corner of her eye, and slowly spread her legs a little bit, knowing he couldn't see her bare pussy because of the way the pleated skirt was hiding it, but knew it was the thought that counted.
He seemed to be properly enthralled, so she nonchalantly cleared her throat and continued to look at her computer screen. He went back to his paperwork as she twisted towards her monitor. The update form was simple, and he was very quickly done completing it. He stood up and walked to her desk, and put the clipboard down. She said thank you, and asked him to follow her back to an exam room where she did what she always did with all the patients, with one exception. When she had finished her duties and was about to leave the room, she handed him a document that she had printed up that explained the new semen donation program along with an official government flyer that sort of said the same thing. She said sweetly he might be interested in it, and if he had any questions, he could ask the doctor, who, by the way would be right with him.
Carly returned to her desk, hoping, yet feeling a bit nervous about this Carl becoming their 1st donor. She used the available time to call their attorney and the Chief of Police, telling them that they were now open for business, and scheduling them both to come in later this afternoon after all the other patients had left... The game was definitely on, she thought to herself, and she knew that her wet pussy was getting the back of her skirt damp. Maybe she should have worn panties after all...?
Carly heard the doctor finishing up with Carl, and he led him into the 4th eye room and closed the door. He then told his visibly excited nurse that he seemed excited about the program, and that he was filling out the necessary paper work as they spoke. One of the female patients walked in while they were having this discussion, and Carly quickly took her back to the same exam room and did her eye care duties as fast as she could. When finished, she flipped on the green light that signaled the patient was waiting on the doctor, and went to the 4th eye room. She walked in just as Carl was close to the bottom of the last form full of questions for the program. She sat directly across from him again, and brazenly smiling at the man, she discreetly held one side of her skirt against her thigh so it wouldn't drape over her crotch, and opened her legs just enough to let Carl maybe get a glimpse of her hairless wet twat.
She said that she was very happy that he was interested in helping out his government with their "project" and did he have any questions she might answer? He said he thought he understood pretty much how things worked, and wanted to get his blood tested so he could donate. She said she thought that he might enjoy really the process, and proceeded to give him her pre-arranged monologue, beginning with popping up a graphic porn video on the big screen above her head. His eyes got big and remained locked to the screen and the blonde girl getting fucked by three huge black dicks, until she leaned as far forward in her chair as she could, and also spreading her legs a little further apart, as she cleared her throat at him again. His eyes snapped from the TV and went instantly to her open blouse, where he could almost see her tummy from his point of view.
Once Carly had his undivided attention again, she leaned back in her chair, and twisting her butt to one side in the chair, she gave him an unrestricted look at her moist and glistening slit. His breath caught in his chest as she said, "There are some other things that might make your donation of hot, juicy cum to our government even more enjoyable, would you like to hear what they are?" He nodded in the affirmative, so he got the next part of the speech about "lending a hand" for a $50 gift to their worthy cause, then she was putting on some rubber gloves and rubbing her special lube on the hard cock he had eagerly pulled out of his pants. It was a very nice looking 8" cock Carly thought to herself, as she stroked him a couple of times, and then ripped off her soiled gloves, put fresh ones on, and prepared to take his blood.
As she began drawing his blood, she told him about the rest of the options, pointed out the funnel and scale next to him where he would be depositing his cum tomorrow, with or without her help, but only if his blood passed the tests. He assured her that it would, and what time should he be here for his donation appointment tomorrow. She rolled her chair over to the networked laptop they had placed in the room just for this purpose, and told him to come in at 1:00 tomorrow unless he received a call from them saying he was not allowed to donate. She handed him a wet wipe to clean off his raging hard-on and said to him, "Carl, I'm sorry to have to send you home like this, but I promise it will all work out to a happy ending tomorrow. See you at 1:00!"
She repeated the process with three other gentlemen throughout the day, as the two other men on the schedule had no interest in the program whatsoever. Her spiel became more practiced, seductive, and concise with each telling, and she knew that Plan B was going to work! To what extent, she had no way of knowing yet, but she knew it was going at the very least get her laid more than she had been of late.