This is my fist submission. I hope you enjoy.
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I hated being indoors all the time at my job, so I always took my break back at a table on the loading dock. I was sipping my coffee when Sherri walked up and sat down. Sherri was the company nurse, and a bombshell. I think the budget for band-aids for our company quadrupled the day Sherri Grey came to work, and has never gone down.
"Mr. Beckson, I was wondering if I could get you to listen to a business proposal."
"A proposal? Sure! You don't mind if I record this, do you?" I pulled out my pocket recorder and switched it on. I was the contract negotiator for most of the company contracts, and I was used to double checking what was said to make a business proposal against the actual contract.
Sherri looked at the red light on the recorder and nodded. "It's OK, I expected you to do this, because I'm not sure how this sort of personal contract works."
"A personal contract?"
"Yes, I wanted to know if you would be willing to sell me your sperm."
Any attempt of composure was completely lost at this point. I did manage to turn my head in time so that I didn't spew my coffee all over Ms. Grey, but just barely. "What? You? Me? Sperm?"
"Yes Mr. Beckson, I'm 34 years old, and I want to have a baby."
"Look Ms. Grey, I married, and I think you could have your pick of any of the single men around here. You should find a man and marry him, and have his kids. Why are you asking me?"
"I've tried Mr. Beckson, but the men just treat me like a sex object, and not like a woman like you do. I was going to use a sperm bank, but I decided that I don't trust what the men donating to a bank have written on their applications. I think they might be padded. I checked your medical history and educational background, and I believe you are a very suitable candidate."
I was in complete disbelief at this conversation. She may have said other words after the first sentence, but I was hung up that I had treated her like a woman. Every time I had to deal with Sherri, my mind was screaming "Don't look at her tits, don't look at her tits", and I melted every time we completed our conversation and I watched that perfect ass wiggle away from me. I wasn't any better than the rest of the guys, I was just better at hiding it.
"But Ms. Grey, I'm married, and I love my wife, and I wouldn't want to cheat on her."
Sherri nodded, "I know that, and I don't want to break up your marriage. So there would be no intimate contact between us at all. When I determine the best days to receive a sample, you would have to come down to the health clinic and use the restroom to make a dose in a condom. You could then hand the sample to me for processing. You will be generating a sperm sample for me, but we will have no intimate contact that would put your marriage at risk. I would also want to your wife to know that you are donating sperm for my child."
Processing? Generating a sperm sample? She was trying to make this sound like a simple business transaction. I couldn't look at her, so I stared at the table and the pocket recorder with the red light glowing on it. My god, she was actually serious! I had quietly lusted after this woman, and she wanted me to give her a child. The real irony of this whole thing was that my wife and I had spent eight years building up our finances, and we were about to start our actual family. I wanted a child, but my wife was starting to become cold to the idea and suggested we delay for a few more years. I continued to stare at the recorder's red light until it went out. The recorder was voice activated, and had turned off because I had been staring in silence, I had to say something.
"Ms. Grey, I'm not sure I could do this, I mean, we would be having a baby."
"No Mr. Beckson, I would. This would not be your child; it would be mine and mine alone. I would have to sign something that makes you not responsible for child support, and you would have to sign something to give up your parental rights. It would be like doing business with a sperm bank, and I would also have to have some assurance that you might be willing to do this a second time, because I want my children to be true brothers and sisters.
Sherri had thought this out! She was not sure of how to go about getting the contract correct, but she wanted a baby. Sherri was also making clear headed moves to assure that she got what she wanted. My mind was racing, and I knew I needed to say something, but the little brain that's between the legs was taking over and throwing out any sense of reasoning that I had.
"Ms. Grey, you HAVE been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?" Whew! That didn't sound too much like a sex crazed maniac. I was just hoping she didn't look under the table that I was sitting at.
"Yes I have, Mr. Beckson. I will also need to test you for STDs, because some can be transmitted through the seminal fluid. I purchased one that uses a blood sample. I want to test you before we go through with the contract, so if you come by the clinic, I would be more than happy to test you at my expense. You don't have anything to hide, do you?"
"Me? With an STD? Of course not! I have never cheated on my wife."
My reaction to the accusation was automatic and immediate. I HAD never been with another woman after I had married Tanya. There had been other before we were married, but none after. The thought that I had cheated on my wife had incensed me.
"Well, then come by the clinic this afternoon and I'll perform the test. Even if this doesn't work out between the two of us, I would like your help in finding out how to make this contract for a sperm donation. You are the first, that I was going to contact, because of your work in contracts, but I had two other candidates within the company that may work out."
Others? With my Sherri? I think not! Wait a minute! What am I saying? This isn't my wife, and this will not be my child, even if I did provide the sperm. My mind was a blur. What to I do? What should I say?
"OK, I'll come by this afternoon. I'll be there after my one o'clock meeting."
