Forward...

You can't believe your luck. After bringing Desiree to Mr. Andersen’s lake lot, you began working on her, and tapped tapped into a hidden submissiveness you hadn’t thought possible. She only gave a cursory struggle in the beginning because she thought that women weren’t supposed to want to be dominated anymore. You learned that her mother had been an ardent feminist, and had schooled her against showing any weakness whatsoever in front of any male, for fear that the man would take advantage of her and lock her into an abusive marriage. Victor had shown her how to surrender, and more importantly, trust.

“It feels so good to let my guard down.” she sighs before she falls asleep after what is perhaps her twelfth orgasm of the night. She is of mixed Native American and African American descent. Her long, dark hair flows over her creamy, peanut-butter skin like a gentle ebb tide. You hold her against you as you began to drift off to sleep. You have definitely unearthed a treasure in Desiree. It will take some time to undo her mother’s reactionary indoctrination, but since it goes along Desiree’s true grain, it can be done.

You awake before her, and start breakfast. Desiree is practically glowing with happiness as she comes down to breakfast.

"So how are you going to explain to Mr. Andersen that everybody you recruit is pregnant with your child?" Penelope asks telepathically, giving you pause.

Damn, I hadn’t thought about that, you think. "Thanks. I’ll have to think this over." Indeed, how are you going to explain all the pregnancies? Especially so close together. If they fire all the deadbeats and hire all of your prospects, the station will be severely understaffed when the women all came to term nearly simultaneously. You might be able to bullshit your way through an explanation of why all his recruits are women. You can use your power to smooth that over. But your recruits shouldn’t all be pregnant.

"Not even a majority, if you hope to pull this off." Penelope says telepathically. "And don’t forget, they take six months off for maternity leave."

"Thanks, precious." you reply. Penelope glares wickedly at you. Desiree doesn't seem to notice.