The Bridge - The Beginning
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.
This work is a slow burn, but will, at times contain instances of pregnancy, interracial sex, lesbianism, military style action and criminal violence, romance and affection, tattoos and piercings, Dominance and submission and bondage. There is also a fair amount of heroism and family love and fun.
The Bridge
I'll never forget my first day at Bridge House. But that was over seven years and three children ago, back in 2045. At that time, there were eleven girls staying there. "Welcome to The Baby Factory," said Holly, a very tall brunette and veteran of Bridge House. The two other girls who came to greet me, Jane and Missy, tittered away when she said that. I got the reference and laughed along with them. Holly was tall alright, maybe 5'9" and very pregnant, seven months along.
"Hi," I said, "I'm Hannah, Hannah Todd."
Bridge House was a place for women like me who came to have other people's babies. Whether it be due to infertility or preference, couples would come to the Bridge to choose from a flock of fertile women to conceive and carry a child for them. And the girls here were mostly beautiful and well built, and all able to bear children.
By the 2040s, environmental factors and genetics had rendered a large sector of the female population unable to bear children. Then there was the birth control debacle of 2043, wherein birth control implants intended to temporarily render a woman incapable of getting pregnant attacked their reproductive systems, even their ovaries, leaving them permanently incapable of giving birth. Trillions of dollars changed hands in those lawsuits. Two pharmaceutical companies were driven out of business and the FDA took a fresh approach to birth control. I was sixteen at the time and not sexually active, so none of this had any effect on me. Not directly.
By the time I turned eighteen, though, the low birth rates and angst caused to the population opened up a whole new way of making a living. Even immigration, which was as an all-time low, could not buoy up the population, and the U.S. was losing people. In all quarters of the country, women were encouraged to have children and surrogacy became a pretty common way for couples, and even single people, to do so. I wanted to go to college, but couldn't afford it, and surrogacy opened the door for me. There was good money to be made, and the work was easy. Or so I thought.
Bridge House was a former nine-hole golf course with attached hotel. A kind of mini-resort out in the country. The hotel portion was not opulent, but it was two-star quality, providing enough amenities to make any stay there an enjoyable experience. And it better be. When a girl arrived there, she would be committed to a family, about a year at the facility and one successful pregnancy. For this commitment, a Bridge House girl would receive anywhere from one hundred to one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Quite a hefty sum, but for that money we would endure a full-term pregnancy and forever foregoing the care, custody and guardianship of the child. Some girls would follow the family home and either, for additional monies, stay with them until the child was fully breast fed, or sometimes stay with them for an extended period to care for the child. The Bridge Corporation would take care of all arrangements and do all the paperwork.
There were many facilities around the country like Bridge House, some better, some worse. But at Bridge you could always make sure you got a fair deal and that everyone would end up satisfied in the end. Bridge even provided counseling throughout the pregnancy and sometimes after, to minimize any separation anxiety.
For most of us girls, Bridge was not about the sex. Some of the men were attractive, but mostly not. At a time in our history when coupling was at an all-time low, due to the prevalence of pornography and the inception of almost nationwide legal prostitution, most men felt it in their best interest not to take a mate, but to exercise their sexual preferences at the many brothels available to them. Especially the men of means. Women of means also took advantage of the offerings at the houses, but the offerings were meager compared to what was available to the men. It was a good time for lesbians and a good time to be a young, attractive woman. As it has been for all eternity, a better time to be a man. It was a tough time for women to say 'no.'
At eighteen, I was fully fit and ready for sex and figured I could handle the rigors of a nine-month pregnancy. So, I signed up at a couple of the outfits that offered surrogacy services and was offered a placement at Bridge House. Being young, blonde, attractive, well-built and healthy, it was not long before my services were called upon. At 5'6" with a runner's body and what an old boyfriend called my Killer 'B's,'I was told that I was considered by several couples. What sealed the deal was what they considered my pretty face and my long straight blond hair and green eyes. It's always the eyes that get them.
Bridge House was a great place to spend time. You were never alone. There were usually ten or more girls there in various stages of knocked up. And we all had so much in common and were all between the ages of eighteen and thirty. There was so much to learn from each other, and every day was a learning experience. And an opportunity to compare and to laugh. Mostly at the men, who came in all shapes and sizes. And I don't mean height and weight, although that was a factor too.
Some couples who came to 'get pregnant' stayed at Bridge House, but mostly they stayed in one of the many high-end resorts in the area. Everybody, and I mean everybody, who came to The Bridge to conceive had money. And lots of it.
The first couple I serviced was the Murphs. Alexander and June Murph were in their middle thirties and had put off having children because together they built a business that left them no time for children. Because she did not have the time for children during this time period, she was on birth control. Unfortunately, she used one of the devices that rendered women infertile. They won a hefty sum in a lawsuit against the pharmaceutical company. It helped to propel their business to new heights, but left them wanting. So, they sought out the services offered by Bridge House. If they couldn't have a baby that was both of theirs, at least they could have one that was his.
June Murph was a little shorter than me, and her husband was not much taller. Neither of them was what I would consider lookers, but they seemed to work well together. And they were very much in love. She asked me a million questions and seemed, after summing me up, to be concerned I might run away with her husband and baby. I assured her that was not going to happen, that I was here to do a job and nothing more. She was impressed by my maturity being so young and two weeks later; I was in my room at Bridge House, losing my virginity. Alex was a gentle lover who only took me the once that evening, leaving me to recover from my first ever sexual experience. Because it was my first time, the Murphs would pay one fifty for my services, which made it more palatable to me.
