A phone call

I didn't tell my girlfriend about this. I had told her I was in a research study, but I wasn't about to go into details.

A week later I received a phone call after work. It was the secretary at the sperm bank calling to make an appointment with Dr. Jones. It was tomorrow after work.

I went in the next day and the secretary sent me back to Dr. Jones' office. She winked at me as I went through the door to the back. I opened the office door and walked in, closing it behind me.

Dr. Jones was sitting behind her desk and looked up from some paperwork. "Excellent! I was hoping you'd come in," she said enthusiastically. She indicated the chair in front of her desk. I sat. She looked as good as ever with her tits filling out her lab coat delightfully.

"Well, as you recall, your sperm is well-suited for artificial insemination. You could come in here up to twice a week and we'd pay you $30 a visit," she said rather clinically. "But given your performance last week," and I noticed her blush, "I have something else in mind for you."

"What's that?" I asked with curiousity.