Time to find out what this is all about

The trip up the several stories was a thrill of its own; the glass window provided a breathtaking glimpse to enormous city below you gradually shrinking. A bell dinged, signaling that you had reached your destination, and you turned around to enter the room. What you saw was marvelous: a gigantic room, nearly empty except for the two sole figures inhabiting it and a large desk in the center. The man occupying the seat was doubtlessly the mysterious Goodfellow, an aging man with a gentlemanly look to him. His grey hair was neatly combed, and his immaculate gray suit ostentatiously flaunted his wealth. Nonetheless, the most impressive sight of all was the woman beside him.

She was _the _embodiment of female sexuality, like a fertility goddess descended from the heavens. Her flawless face held two ocean-blue eyes and puffy lips that were tailor-made for sucking. Long red hair the color of fiery passion. The formal attire she wore did little to hide her lust-inspiring figure. Granted, nothing could possibly hide her heaving tits, each bigger than her face, but the tight outfit only amplified her unmatchable beauty
. Nor did the outfit obscure her enviable hourglass shape: the tapering waist and round, fat ass which completed her perfection. There was no question about it: she was a trophy wife of the highest caliber.

"Ah, Mr. Doe," the dapper man greets you, breaking you from your trance. "Please sit down, I've been looking forward to your visit! As you may well have guessed, I represent the interests of the Repopulation Initiative. Do you happen to be familiar with this organization?"

You sat comfortably, focusing your willpower to look at Mr. Goodfellow and not his arm candy. "Umm, not much, sir. I know they're the ones trying to combat the virus and ensure there are enough people in the next generation, but I don't really know how exactly you go about that."

"Of course," Mr. Goodfellow responded in a tone that indicated he had anticipated your answer. "I'm afraid I'm going to have a fair amount of explaining to do then." He cleared his throat before proceeding.

"All of what you've heard is true. You may even be aware that a few select individuals are curiously immune to the ailments of the epidemic we are facing. However," he leaned in and faced you plainly. "What the media don't report are our explicit measures. I will have to speak to you frankly about a number of matters. Is that alright?" You nodded, a hint of curiosity in your mind. "Good, then I hope you'll excuse me for saying it this crudely, but we need the few fertile males like you to breed. A lot. In fact, we need you to impregnate a number of different partners to make up for the deficit of virile sperm left on Earth."

It sounded absurd, like a bad porn plot. It was all too good to be true; this man was telling you your task was to just fuck and cum inside some women? Where was the drawback?

Mr. Goodfellow cleared his throat again, though this time the purpose was to regain your attention. "With that piece of information in mind, we have a rather unorthodox plan to save humanity. **** times and all that. We've established a healthy little community we call Venusia. It's not far from the city. Its purpose is to provide a conducive environment for all of the reported males we've been able to track to intentionally reproduce with as many fertile women as possible."

This was definitely starting to sound like a porn plot. The buxom blonde blushed a bit as the expository information continued. "Now be careful to not misunderstand me, young man. Just because a woman is there doesn't mean any male in Venusia is free to have her or anything horrible of that nature. Women still will want to copulate with whomsoever they choose. We merely... _encourage _procreation. We will provide you a stipend if you choose to live there, but it is your task to persuade them to sleep with you.

"The only caveat is that this is by its nature a very competitive program. So we've set a challenge, so to speak, for you. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to have 20 children in the span of the first month you're there. It doesn't matter with which women you sleep or what the nature of the insemination is, so long as you meet our 'quota.' Does that sound difficult? Your report here seems to offer glowing praise, so I'm sure someone of your caliber and reputation should be able to handle it no sweat."