I was now definitely on my way to becoming the baby maker, I had managed to get six women pregnant on the first try, and was building a fairly good reputation as a man who could get the job done.
It certainly wasn't the life I had ever thought about for myself, but sometimes you just have to go with the flow, especially if you're enjoying it.
Now, I didn't know at it time of course, but, this was where my world was about to make a dramatic turn, and the name baby maker was about to become my public identity.
I was minding my own business, just relaxing at home, when I got I message from Alisha again.
She had a friend who was a journalist, and had told her about how she had got pregnant by me, and how I had helped others too, and now her friend was wondering if I would do an interview with her, for a piece she wanted to write about the struggle for some women to become mothers.
Well, I have to admit, I wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not, on the one hand it would be nice to be acknowledged as someone who had helped people fulfil their dreams, but on the other, I wasn't sure if my parents would be too impressed by what I was doing.
However, after giving it some thought, I decided what the hell, they probably wouldn't even see the piece, so, I agreed and we arranged to meet in a local café, a couple of days later.
That afternoon, I made my way to the café, and as I strolled in, there was Alisha, looking as lovely as ever in white summer dress and sandals, with her long blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders, sat at a table with another woman.
The other woman was of course her journalist friend Katherine, and she looked pretty hot too, with shaggy bleach blonde hair flowing down her back, a pretty tanned face, and she appeared to have a nicely slim body, under her dark green baggy t-shirt and tight blue jeans.
As I took a seat at the table, Alisha then introduced us to each other, before Katherine then started the interview.
Eagerly she wanted to know who I was, why I had agreed to help these women get pregnant and what I was getting out of it.
Of course, I answered her questions tactfully, hoping I was coming across as someone who just wanted to help these poor women in their hour of need, and not as some mucky pervert who was just taking advantage of these poor desperate women pregnant, in their hour of need.
Thank fully it appeared Katherine could see I meant well, and as we continued to talk, she sounded generally interested in every response I gave her.
For the next half an hour or so, she asked various questions about how, why, and what did I think of it all, until finally she asked "Okay, so, before we finish, is it really true, you've got every woman pregnant, on your first try?"
I smiled back at her, and then replied proudly "Yes. Yes it is! I've impregnated six women, and managed to get it done on the very first try. I am six for six!"
Katherine then chuckled, before she said "Well, I guess we should call you the baby maker then!"
"If you like!" I replied with a chuckle back.
Katherine then wrote down a few more things in her notepad, before she then said "Okay. Well this has been great, but, I need something really interesting to finish this piece off, and reward my readers, so... I have a proposal for."
"Go on?" I asked curiously back.
"Well, I was thinking about a test, to really prove you are as good as you say you are." Replied Katherine back.
"What sort of test?!" I asked back curiously again.
"Well, what if you try and get me pregnant?" replied Katherine keenly, with a smile.
I stared back at her slightly surprised she had suggested this, but I could see it in her face that she was really willing to do it, to really test me to see if I could live up to my reputation, so, I then glanced over at Alisha wondering what she was making of this, and she just smiled back at me and shrugged, as if to say, it's your choice.
So, I then looked back at Katherine and was about to finally reply, when she then added "Okay. How about this offer. What if I promise that if you do get me pregnant, I'll write a glowing endorsement for you, telling the whole world how good you are, and if you don't get me pregnant, well, I have a sad but realistic ending for my piece? What about that?"
Well, it sounded like fifty a fifty gamble to me, but if I succeeded it would be nice to see my triumphant in all its glory in the paper, me being celebrated for being an outstanding reliable baby maker, I would be like a god amongst men, how could I say no to that?
So, I keenly smiled, and then replied "Okay, I accept your challenge!"
"Great!" exclaimed Katherine excitedly.
Then she glanced around the fairly quiet café that afternoon, before looking at me, and whispering "Okay. Let's slip into the disabled toilets and do this!"
"Right now?!" I asked back in surprise again.
"Yes! Unless there's a reason you can't?" she asked inquisitively back.
Well, of course there wasn't, I was just surprised at her eagerness to get on with it so soon, so, I replied back "Okay, we'll do this now if you really want to do it?"
Katherine grinned back at me, and then promptly got up from the table, and casually strolled towards the public toilets, and as she walked off, I looked over at Alisha again, and she just smiled again back at me, and then said "Good luck!"
Once Katherine had strolled across the café to the far corner of the large open room, and stepped through the door marked toilets, I then got up and casually did the same, and a few seconds later, found the blonde haired journalist stood at the disabled toilet door, holding it open.
She then nodded for me to follow her in, before she stepped into the large clean room, and then so did I.
Closing and locking the door behind us, Katherine then turned and looked at me, before she took a deep calming breath, and then asked keenly "So, how do we do this? Is there a certain position we need to do it in, or a rhythm you need to do?"
"Not really. You just choose a position you'll be comfortable in, and I'll go from there!" I replied politely back.
"Oh okay." Katherine then said, sounding a little disappointed there wasn't more to it, before she thought for a second, and then whispered "Lets umm... just do it from behind, I think that'll work for me!"
"Okay." I replied happily back.
Katherine then turned towards the small white disabled toilet, before she began undoing her tight blue jeans, and once she had the button and zip undone, she then pushed them down.
As her jeans slid down her tanned legs, they revealed a nice perky tanned bubble butt above two fit slim thighs below it, and once her trousers were around her ankles, she then she leant forwards, and placed her hands on the back of the cistern.
