Copyright Β© November 2017 by CiaoSteve
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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Author's Notes
Foreword #1 : All characters in this story are over 18
Foreword #2 : This is pure fantasy and could contain events which may not happen in real life
Foreword #3 : The story itself was based upon a suggestion from a fellow reader, Dimitris. I am appreciative for his ideas and for providing the opportunity to use his suggestions as the basis for this story.
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It's a well known fact that students never have any money and Jake Masters was no different to the rest of them. He was a second year Physics undergraduate at one of the top universities in his country. Studies were going well, life was great but could be greater still with just a little more disposable income. The problem was that he didn't really have time for a job, even a part time one, alongside his studies.
So the day the advert went up, discreetly positioned in a dark corner of the student common room, Jake immediately had an idea in mind. He took a quick photo of the advert and returned to his room to read it more closely. It wasn't the type of advert that you wanted to linger around for all to see.
Back in the privacy of his own room, Jake examined the photo closely on his mobile phone, almost reading it out loud to himself:
* * * WANTED - NEW DONORS * * *
Cuminside Clinic
State of the art sperm bank looking for new donors
Discreet, personal service
Our attentive staff will look after all your needs
Rewarding for the right candidates
Flexible arrangements, come as often as you want
Call now for your personal screening
01727 471234
He made the call the next day and made an appointment for the following Friday afternoon as he didn't have any lectures at that time.
The day arrived and Jake took the two buses to the clinic. It was located out of town, a fairly large, modern building set back from the road behind a row of mature trees for seclusion. He walked the long driveway towards the entrance, dressed not to grab any attention in a plain tracksuit and sneakers. For sure the building was modern but Jake wasn't so sure about the state of the art piece in the advert. Maybe though his mind would be changed once he was inside.
The closer he got, the more his stomach churned, carrying out cartwheels that even the best gymnast would have been proud of. Over and over in his mind he told himself that this was only a test and nothing to be worried about. He could leave at any point if he wanted to. There was just one part of his conscious which tried to fight back, to say that nothing comes for free and all may not be what it seems. Jake though pushed that thought to the back of his mind and walked in through the automatic doors.
He glanced around, taking in his environs, taking a deep breath as he realised that this could have been the reception in any new hospital or doctor's surgery. There was a waiting area to the right, a reception desk straight ahead and a door off to the left, presumably leading to the consulting rooms. The walls were adorned with pictures. Two walls covered with the usual glossy images of healthy adults in various stages of life; loving couples, in pregnancy or young families. The third wall was decorated with pictures of the staff themselves, roles, names and employee of the month. Jake was just taking in the mug shots, amazed at the way that they looked more like the employees of a modelling agency than a medical facility, when he heard a woman's voice.
"Hello, can I help you sir?" came a quiet female voice from behind the reception desk.
Jake turned and approached the desk, behind which sat a smartly dressed middle aged woman, exactly the sort you would expect to find in the reception of any doctors or hospital. She wore a name badge which confirmed her to be Sharon and that she was a receptionist at the Cuminside Clinic.
"Oh yes," came a nervous reply "I phoned up a couple of days back and made an appointment."
"Name?"
Jake took a glance around, to make sure there was nobody within earshot before replying.
"Jake . . . . Jake Masters."
There was a slight pause as the receptionist typed away on her keyboard.
"Oh yes, I see." she smiled up at Jake before continuing "You replied to our advert for new donors and you are here for your screening. Take a seat. It won't take long and one of the Sisters will be with you."