Chapter 18: A Tough Decision

Connie asked Allie and me to come by her office on Monday instead of reporting in by telephone or email. We hadn’t physically seen her in a month, so welcomed the opportunity to see our ‘boss’. She assured us everything was fine and that she just wanted to touch base and talk about our weekend ‘date’ with the Doval’s and Middleton’s – both couples connected to the university.

We greeted Connie about four p.m. on Monday afternoon. At her request, we gave her a detailed rundown of what had transpired on Saturday night with the Middleton’s and the Doval’s.

Connie thought for a bit and then spoke, “You were put in a position of great trust. One of the reasons I asked you to come by is to emphasize that to you. The wrong word or even a rumor about what happened, and major reputations at the university, a bank, and an insurance company could be ruined.”

I said, “We emphasized our trustworthiness to the group on Saturday night. Mary also backed us up. We do understand their situation.”

“This is another one of those awkward situations where you need the utmost discretion; so, not a word should be spoken.”

Allie said, “When we left the Middleton’s and Doval’s, they were wiped out. We didn’t get any real solid feedback from them. We just left when Mary indicated it was appropriate. There wasn’t a tip, so we thought we’d been considered marginal, or that our status as students had somehow been a deterrent to their full enjoyment.”

Connie shook her head and pushed two envelopes across the coffee table to us. “Mary dropped these off for me this morning; one is from the Middleton’s and the other from the Doval’s. She was embarrassed that she totally forgot about giving them to you Saturday night. I peeked at the amounts. All I can say is ‘Wow’, you did it again.”

“Huh?” Both Allie and I were puzzled.

“You blew their socks off, so to speak. Mary said they were in a brain fog because of the fabulous sex you delivered to the four of them. They want you back in a few weeks. I’ll set the date with you when they’re ready.

“Those four have been clients of mine for almost a decade. They’ve had all sorts of escorts visit with them, and none of them inspired the kind of response that Mary described to me. Brent called me, and also gave me a few minutes of sincere compliments. Melissa called me separately with similar comments, and lastly, Daryl called, unaware that the others had called and raved about you, Allie – or should I say Amy Cox. I don’t think I’ve ever had such sterling reviews.

“You needn’t write a report about the night. I got it all I’m sure when I add together all their comments and descriptions of things you did or had them do. You two are masterful at turning people on, and getting them to stretch themselves sexually, and edging them for ages. You get them out of their comfort zone.

“Adam, just so you know, both Mary and Melissa are in love with you. They may even engage you for a threesome, separate from their husbands being nearby. I always make sure that the spouses are aware in such a situation, by the way. We don’t want any unpleasant surprises as a result of some situation a client might initiate.”

Allie and I basked in the praise. We looked at each other and were speechless. Eventually, I asked, “Is there something different that we could have done to enhance the experience?”

Connie shook her head. “I love the way you think. I know you do that during a ‘date’, too. Off-hand, the answer is no. You were so creative during the evening with everyone.”

Connie turned to Allie, “Your costume as a schoolgirl was truly a stroke of genius. Brent and Melissa got a huge turn-on from your performance. I guess you could call it ‘cosplay’ – I’ll add that to your repertoire. I’m sure that will make you more attractive to other clients.”

Allie said, “We were a little concerned. We got them doing some sexually daring and possibly gross things in some people’s eyes – eating cum from someone else’s pussy that came from men other than their spouse, snowballing that, and then I got DPed, DVed, and made airtight, as everyone watched. The other women were interested but not that night.”

Connie grinned. “Well, I’m sure that I’ll be calling you for another engagement with them soon, based on what they said.

“On another topic, my friend that makes pornography, Mike Holiday, is very interested in doing a longer video with you, Allie, both personally and from a business point of view. Here’s his number in case you don’t have it from before. Please give him a call and see what you can negotiate. I’m only doing the introduction and playing messenger for the contact.”

Connie turned to me and got a serious expression on her face. “As for you Adam, I have a ... special request that you need to consider; at least I think you do.”

“A request?” I posed.

I got a call from a young wife that begged to become a new client. She’s about thirty-two and has been married seven years. She said her husband knew of the call and blessed what she was asking for. He’s a bit older than she is. For now, let me call them Peter and Beth.

“They have a problem that they want you to help them with. Peter is infertile. Bjorn described the situation as ‘he’s shooting blanks’. He can’t get Beth pregnant. They would like to hire you, especially you, to help them make that happen. It’s a non-standard job, but I’m sure you’ll make some money. I told them that I’d let you set the price because the situation is so unusual.”

I sat back, slightly in shock that a couple would pick me to impregnant the wife.

I asked Connie, “Why not use IVF or something like that?”

Connie replied, “The couple has kept their ‘problem’ a secret from the rest of their families. Apparently, a very large inheritance and trust fund is involved somehow. They don’t want anybody – and they mean anybody – to know about Peter’s problem or how the couple solve the issue.

“They feel that if they go to the medical community there will be a record, word will get out. What little they did to understand their problem was done under an assumed name and by paying cash for lab tests and such. My understanding is that unless the heir is ‘pure’ that the money they’re interested in goes in some other direction.”

I nodded, “Follow the money. What else?”

“They want you to get a genetic screening that they’ll pay for to ensure you’re not passing on any dreaded diseased to the child. I figured it would give you some peace of mind about future children, too.”

“Why me?”

“I’m told that you look like a ringer for Peter, at least they thought so from your pictures on the Internet. They looked through over a ten-thousand men. When I met Peter, I realized how accurate that statement is. I thought I was seeing a Chris Reed who’d suddenly aged into his late thirties. Your facial features, hair color, physique, and so on are a perfect match.”

“What about DNA testing? A test of the baby will show that Peter isn’t the father.”

“I mentioned that and was told it wasn’t a concern. They will have your DNA and substitute that for Peter’s as part of the genetic testing.”

I looked at Allie. She was very thoughtful and studying me.

“Can we think about it?” I asked Connie.

“Of course. They did offer an incentive.” Connie pushed an envelope across the desk.

I opened the sealed envelope that had the name Adam on the front. Inside was a bank check for $25,000, made out to Adam Nice. I’d had other checks from other clients that I’d arranged with my bank to cash under my alias. Apparently, I wasn’t unique. The amount, however, was staggering.

I told Connie, “I’m going to sit on this check. I’ll only cash this if I accept, but even then, it’s probably excessive. Let me think about this.”

“They’re buying anonymity from you along with some potent sperm.”

Allie and I left Connie’s and I promised to think about the situation. The two of us were very quiet in the car driving home. Once in the apartment, we both just started to study to make up for the hours we’d been away at Connie’s – normally part of our study schedule.

Allie had a ‘date’ that Saturday evening. She left about five o’clock. To my surprise and delight, Lily reappeared on my doorstep. She was even carrying some textbooks she had to study and her backpack. She just wanted to be with me, maybe go out and grab a quick meal, and then make sure I knew I was loved. That’s the way the evening unfolded.

I seemed to have a deep ethical dilemma about the transaction that Connie had described: accepting a pile of money to impregnate a woman so she could have a healthy child that would enable the child or parents to get hold of a larger pile of money.

Lily knew I was distracted, but I just blamed it on an overload of school work. After we came back from dinner, we made love a couple of times and then went to bed.

Allie didn’t come home that night. She texted that the ‘date’ had turned into an overnighter. That meant a large bonus for her, so she accepted. Connie had predicted the event.