A New Series

"Piston" was booming, relatively speaking at least. Sure it looked like on the site that he was just a dude with a couple camera in the room but porn was rarely about the truth behind appearances. And the truth was that it may not of been as big as the train-wormhole industry, but the pronhub site "Piston" was big enough to have a dozen fill time employees with enough resources for dozens more. And with part-time and contract employees it was in the hundreds.

And Johnny was hungry for more, whether money or pussy he couldn't tell which some days. But usually Pussy. He acknowledged that in some ways he was the poster child of why NOT to have your child genetically touched up in the womb- but in other ways it was awesome to be Johnny.

"The Planet Leather line is down this quarter." the raven haired secretary reads off to him, Johnny himself barely managing to hear her. Normally, the rule was that female employees that entered his office actually expecting to get work done were 'heavily advised' to dress unsexy- otherwise he'd be too distracted. Rachel was ignoring that advise in favor of a very flattering power-suit-with-skirt.

"As in from last quarter or in the red?"

"Down from last quarter."

"Then it's fine. No need to pull out yet." he remarks, saving the jobs of a few of his people. Heh, pull out. He caught his pun.

"Accounting still says we're about a quarter million short in the books."

"Yeah, looked into it myself. All the earmarks of someone embezzling- get some investigators on it."

"Wow, really?"

"Why does everyone forget I also have an IQ of 170?" Johnny chuckles. Probably because he's too big a pussy hound to use said intelligence beyond business matters.

"Right, moving on. Notice from the Lawyers- about the new proposal."

"Ah, been waiting for this. What's the word?"

"That it's legality is borderline, but it should be fine if you get your co-stars to record a statement first. They've written up a sample of what the sample has to say. If it's not, well- a little infamy has never hurt us before."

Johnny smiles, loosening his tie and getting up, "Excellent."

"If I may ask, what new series?"

Johnny keeps the smile as he rounds his desk to sit on the edge, closer to Rachael in the chair across from the desk. She can't help but notice the bulge now much closer to eye level.

"When I started Piston, the first bit of stealth-publicity we did was to 'leak' that I was genetically engineered- which still isn't entirely legal."

"Right, and the little bit of infamy because real numbers."

"Well, a side effect is that I've gotten a LOT of requests for my sperm from female fans. Which makes sense, as while genetically engineering your kids isn't entirely legal nothing says genetically engineered people can't breed."

"So, you're the closest thing that they can get to getting a super-baby that's completely legal."

"Right, so before I've had to settle with sending them a syringe full of my sperm. But now. . ."

"You're gotten the legal people to clear you filming and selling vids of you impregnating women the old fashioned way."

"You got it. Working on the name, was thinking just 'Babymaker'."

Rachael visibly blushes, "What about 'Johnny Stork'?"

Johnny thinks on it, nodding. Alright- it's not a bad idea either. And keeps the theme of the site better, "Alright, yeah- sounds good."

"Um, boss?"

"Yes?"

". . .So, you're bringing in amateur talent for this?"

"Of course, I was planning for my co-stars to be women who legitimately and truly want to have my baby. With a bit of screening, of course."

"Could I be one of them?"

Johnny smiles, and gives a quick 'nothing up my sleeves' trick to produce a small remote. Pressing a button, small red lights turn on throughout the room.

"So, let's start with the obvious. What's your name?"

"Rachael Weiss"

"Any relation to the old Earth actress?"

"Not as far as I know."

"And you want me to give you a baby. Why?"

"Hate to pop your bubble, but it's just that my biological clock went off and your gene re-write is public record."

"So, if you have to have a baby- go for the best. Alright. Read the statement." Johnny reples, as he removes the tie entirely and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

"'I, Rachael Weiss, of sound body and mind, do publically state that I am not being **** or intimidated into this recording in anyway. I am aware that I will have sexual intercourse without any sort of protection and am not only aware of the possibility of becoming pregnant but I hope this is the result.' It's a bit dry boss."

"Usually what matters is that they say something to this effect that hits all the important points, the exact words can be twisted around a bit. So, how about we get those clothes off?"

"What, right now?"

"Don't tell me you've never fantasized about fucking someone on your boss' desk?"

"Well. . .