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Winning the Genetic Lottery

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This (both picture and the text below) is a draft preview of “Winning the Genetic Lottery” (working title).  It’s presently 16k words long, and I think it’ll end up between 24k-30k.  It’s the first thing I’ve written with Scrivener, and I honestly think it’s going to make my job considerably easier.  I’m trying to decide what the best title would be for this story, so it would help me out a lot if you’d vote in the poll below.  If you like a couple of the titles, feel free to vote for multiples.


Scene: Jim has just sat down at a desk across from an attractive young Asian doctor.  He’s interviewing her for a very special position on the staff of his multi-million-dollar house.

I wasn’t particularly qualified to test a doctor’s knowledge, but I’d paid some decently skilled experts in the field of reproductive medicine to interview and eliminate a number of candidates, and Annie was what was left. This interview was more of a formality than anything else.

“Tell me, Dr. Chong, are you aware of what job you’re applying for?”

Annie leaned back in her chair, steepling her hands and fingers. “You’re the latest winner of Linus Ritchie’s little contests, and you’re the one whose plan was to impregnate more women than any man in history. You plan to use your billion dollars to pay women to be mothers to your children.”

I smiled and nodded. “Very good. Yes, that’s the plan all right. You’ll be the primary medical consultant on the largest surrogate parenthood program in the history of the world. I want you to check the women and me for STDs, make sure the women are all fertile, ensure that we have sex at the best parts of their ovulatory cycles, and diagnose pregnancy when we’re successful. I’ll also expect you to do your best to keep my sperm count as high as possible. Does any of this bother you?”, I asked.

Annie shook her head. “Nope, Julie filled me in on all of that, and I’m fine with it. I’m also interested in the ‘other’ perks of employment here.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Other perks?”, I asked.

She smiled shyly. “What, you’ve got sperm for every set of ovaries in this house except me?”

Now it was my turn to break out in a sheepish smile. “Ah. Well yes, I just assumed that you wouldn’t want to…”

Annie leaned forward. “Wouldn’t want to take part in every breeding fetishist’s fantasy, being bred by a billionaire? Mr. Baynor, hasn’t Julie told you where she’s been posting your jobs?”, she asked.

Now it was my turn to be puzzled. “I dunno, Kriegslist?”

Annie giggled. “She might want to kill me for saying this, but she knows all of us from an impregnation fetish internet forum. She says that except for one other girl you hired on the first day, every girl working for you is a breeder.”

I sat back in my chair, my mind blown. “Ok, I guess that explains why they all wanted to jump me.”

Annie smirked and nodded. “Seriously, some of us you could probably get away with not paying. But I’m still going to take your money, of course. And as many children as you can give me.”

I reached across the table to shake her hand. “Well then, welcome aboard”, I said. “I presume you’ll want to move in? I wondered why the rest of the girls were so eager to do so.”

Annie laughed. “They certainly were. You have no idea how many girls on that site are begging Julie for a job.”

I chuckled. “Well, they can get on Tammy’s list, if they want. I don’t really have a lot of job openings, but once you set up your clinic we’ll start working through the list. You and Julie can prioritize on site members if you want.”

Annie stood up, and walked over to me. She came around the back of my chair and whispered into my ear, “Just so you know, I’m fertile today.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled at her. “Let me guess: that’s why Julie didn’t call you in for your interview until today?”

“Bingo”, Annie said as she started to unbutton her shirt. I felt my cock beginning to stir as the buttons came off, going lower and lower until she peeled her top off. She was wearing a lacy black bra with thin straps, through which I could see her dark nipples. She stood there in her form-fitting black dress pants and her bra, her hands on her hips and her golden earrings reflecting the light. My eyes drank in her firm, well-honed physique. She was in her late 20s, clearly did a lot of cardio, and every line of her body seemed to come together artfully. “So, are we going to do this?”, she asked.

I took a deep breath and let it out with a hiss. Things were starting to make a lot more sense now. “Sure. And since discretion’s pretty much useless at this point, let’s just do this in my bedroom.”

Annie smiled and tossed her shirt over her shoulder. “Just lead the way, boss”, she said.

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