Chapter 9

Another New Applicant

Aurora examined the short goth girl with her curly, dark, almost-blue-black hair and heavily pierced ears sitting in front of the club. With her pale skin and dark eye makeup, it was difficult to tell her age.

“Seventeen,” Dor (short for Doreen) Peterson answered Henny’s query. The rest of the questionnaire went as expected: she was of average weight, with A-cups, a mostly regular period due in about three weeks, bisexual (she gave Babs a grin and a wink at that), definitely not a virgin, not on birth control, and her single dad wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon.

Babs took the clipboard from Henny. “Okay, thank you for your interest, Dor ... we’ll get back to you within the next week ... keep your schedule open.”

Dor got up with a disappointed look on her pretty face. “That’s it? Okay ... well, seeya.”

They watched the girl’s rounded hips sashaying in her tight black skirt over top of her fishnet stockings as she left.

“Thoughts?” Babs asked them.

“She seems perfect,” Aurora answered.

Babs tapped the pen on her lower lip. “Yeah ... how long have you known her, Jen?”

“She moved here just a couple months ago. I’d, uh, been eyeing her in the change room, she noticed and kinda went off on me about her small boobs. She’s so-so with her classes or I’d have recommended her for treasurer ... not that we’d want to replace you, Red.” She reached over and gave Henny a hug across her shoulders, causing the smaller girl to blush.

Babs nodded. “I’ll do some background checks, but so far so good.”

After Mr. Gormey found no issues with Dor’s file, Babs texted her a few days later. A few days after that, when they figured it would be about a day before her fertile time, the goth girl showed up in the nurse’s office in a black t-shirt and ripped jeans. “Almost thought you were gonna ghost me,” she commented. “So, what’re we doin’?”

After making Dor record herself saying that she was joining the Imp Club of her own volition, the initiation started.

“Whoa whoa whoa! I have to go blow a guy and bring it back here?! Seriously?” The pretty brunette looked at each of them in turn as they nodded back.

“Or whack him off, but you have to bring us his stuff in your mouth,” Aurora added.

Dor gave her a disbelieving look. “Right. And all of you have done this?”

“Well, Henny doesn’t like men so I had to help her, but essentially, yeah.”

Dor gave the skinny redhead an evaluating gaze. “How old are you?”

Henny frowned. “I’m sixteen!”

Dor held up her hands. “Sorry, sorry ... just overwhelmed. Uh, can I think about this?”

Jen pushed the stairwell key into the girl’s hand. “You can think about it while you go looking for your ‘sperm donor’.”

Dor stood there for a few seconds, looking uncertain. “Okay ... shit.”

Babs stepped forward. “There’s no shame in saying no, Dor, but this is how you get into the club and we can help you increase your bust. Here’s me before I joined.” She held up her phone showing her old B-cup pic.

“I’ll ... yeah, I’ll go ... do that thing,” Dor stammered and headed out of the nurse’s office.

“I know I sponsored her,” Jen commented, “but does anyone want to bet on her coming back? I’m thinking she won’t.”

“I’ll take some of that action,” Babs responded. “I think she might surprise us. Same as with Aurora’s initiation, the monthly visit with Gormey and Horst?” Jen nodded.

“Did you bet on me?” Henny asked.

“No, Aurora was helping you, and she already went through it,” Jen answered. “Hey, how you feeling? Just about six weeks now, right?” She put her hand on Henny’s tummy.

“Good, but no changes yet ... just enjoying not bleeding out of my hoo-ha,” Henny told her. “You? You’re a couple weeks ahead of me.” She put her own hand on Jen’s stomach.

Jen turned toward her, practically towering over the smaller girl. “Was feeling a little queasy this morning. Horst said she should have some abortion meds for me tomorrow ... I hate morning sickness. So I guess these...” She moved her hands up to Henny’s triple-A bust, “are gonna get bigger in just a few more weeks.”

“Ohh...” Henny moaned as Jen felt her up through the thin fabric of her t-shirt and sports bra. “That’ll be nice ... d’you think they’ll get as big as yours?” Blushing, she moved her hands up to Jen’s prodigious boobs.

“Probably not that big, but you never know.” Jen was tweaking Henny’s nipples now.

“Um ... do you want us to leave you two alone?” Babs asked.

Jen and Henny looked over at Babs and Aurora standing there, Aurora’s eyes wide. “Actually, don’t care,” Jen responded, and pulled Henny over to the cot. “I get really horny when I’m pregnant, and thinking about that apple-bottomed goth maybe inseminating herself soon really got me going. You can stay and watch, or not. Take off those jeans, Henny.”

Babs crossed her arms and leaned her firm ass back into the counter. “How are you feeling, Aurora?” The strawberry blonde had revealed her positive pregnancy test to the group just a couple weeks previous.

“I’m ... okay,” Aurora replied distractedly as Jen went down on Henny on the cot each of them had inseminated themselves on during their initiations. Aurora felt very strange between her legs, and didn’t know what to do with herself as the two girls switched into a sixty-nine position, Henny on top.

The twiggy girl had cum twice and Jen once before Dor walked uncertainly back into the nurse’s office, her lips sealed. She didn’t see the copulating women until she came around the edge of the curtain bordering the cot, and then stopped, eyes wide. “Glk?”

“Shit! Here, Dor...” Babs grabbed a cup and put it under the goth girl’s lips, allowing her to spit out the load of sperm. “How’d you get this?”

“Uh ... I have a guy.”

“Handy,” Jen said as she got off the cot, wiping her mouth. Henny pulled her jeans back on, her face blazing red.

“Lay down, Dor,” Babs directed her before explaining how the club really worked, and how the sperm would be used to increase Dor’s bust size.

“I ... fuck ... uh ... I can’t ... you want me to...?” She just stared at the cup.

“Deep breaths,” Aurora told her.

“This is the worst time of the month to do ... that,” Dor complained.

“Yeah, that’s how you get pregnant,” Jen retorted.

Dor’s eyes were wide. “Can ... can you tell me more about what we’ll be doing in the club? Like, am I just blowing lots of guys to get sperm?”

Babs sighed. “Normally we make you do this part first...” she held up the cup, “but if it’ll help, we line up jobs where you’ll have sex with guys for money ... we vet them so we know they’re clean and won’t talk. Half goes to the abortion fund, and you keep the rest. We need you for an annual party next month where you’ll have lots of sex and make a ton of money.”

“My sister bought a car after she attended one,” Aurora added.

“I do like money...” Dor said. She took another deep breath and pulled down her jeans, revealing her lack of underwear. She took the cup, inhaled deeply a couple more times, put her fingers into the sperm, and then directed them down between her legs. “Jeez, I’m ... really wet,” she revealed before pushing those digits inside her. “Can’t believe I’m ... uhr ... doing this.” She extracted her fingers and gulped as she saw that they were conspicuously free of sperm. “Holy fuck.” Then she repeated the process until the cup was empty.

“You didn’t cum?” Jen asked.

“Uh, no ... do I need to do that to join?”

“No,” Babs replied, “you’re in provisionally.” Then she explained the deal with the principal and school nurse.

As Dor put her jeans back on, Babs turned to Jen with a smile. “I won the bet! Gormey and Horst are yours this month. Good thing, too, as that wouldn’t be a safe day for me.” The voluptuous blonde had previously mentioned that she didn’t want to get pregnant again in her senior year.

Jen returned her grin. “I wanted to lose. After the abortion, I might be fertile again by then ... maybe he can knock me up a third time?”

Dor stared at them, wide-eyed.

The rest of Dor’s initiation was completed the next day after school, though Mr. Gormey did ask the club later if the girl had been a virgin due to her hesitance to have sex with him and Ms. Horst.