Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
The handsome man nods, and sits in one of the comfortable arm chairs in the waiting room. Meanwhile, Freya shoots me a meaningful look.
“H-O-T,” she mouths wordlessly.
I nod back, eyes wide. She gestures with her hands, which means, do you want to show him to his room? OMG, do I? Do I look okay? With a self-conscious shake of my head, I take a deep breath and paste a smile on my face. Then I get up from where I’ve been semi-hidden behind some file folders and approach the handsome man.
“Hi Mr. Select, I’m Addy,” I say in a friendly yet professional tone. “This is your first time with us, right?”
He stands, and my insides go hot because this man towers over me. I’m just average at five foot five, and he has to be at least six three. I shiver a bit with awareness, but manage to maintain a neutral smile on my face.
“Yes,” he growls. “And please call me Caleb because no one calls me Mr. Select. I’m looking forward to today.”
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Hmm, so he’s looking forward to making a sperm donation? There are a million replies to that quip, but instead, I merely smile.
“Great! I’ll be taking good care of you today.”
Somehow, that came out a little weird, but quickly, I spin on my heel so I can’t see what Caleb Select has to say. “Follow me, please,” I call over my shoulder before proceeding down a hall to the left. I can hear his footsteps behind me, and my insides tingle a bit. Goodness, he’s so hot that my nipples are hardening beneath my loose pink scrubs. But I have to stay professional because Caleb’s here to make a deposit into a test tube, and not somewhere else … right?
2
Addy
* * *
Practically delirious, I bring Caleb back to exam room 3, which was recently retrofitted. It’s got the newest TV and the most comfortable La-Z-Boy recliner, so it basically counts as state of the art. Plus, next to the ginormous chair is a rack of magazines, fully stocked with all the best laddie mags that our clients might want to flip through while they “get in the mood.” I glance quickly at the rags. Okay, they look in decent shape because sometimes our clients lose their aim and the pages can get sticky and crinkled from you-know-what. It sounds gross, but honestly, it’s just part of the deal.
But most importantly, there’s a small table which holds the specimen cup that Caleb will use to collect his sample. It’s already labeled with his name and client ID number because I made sure to set everything up just so. It’s part of why Valley Cryo has stayed in business for so long. We’re one of the best at keeping our shit organized because god knows some of the other sperm banks out there have lost specimens, mislabeled them, or they just plain vanished into thin air. No wonder our industry gets a bad rap sometimes.
But right now, I’m a beacon of positivity.
“So let me know if you need anything, Mr. Select. I hope you find it comfortable enough in here, and if it’s too hot or cold, you can control the temp with the thermostat on the wall. Your clothes go here, and also, the lube, paper towels, and even latex gloves are in the drawer on the left side of the console.”
Caleb nods thoughtfully.
“Very thorough, thanks.”
Smiling like nothing’s weird, I grab the remote that controls the TV and flick on the big screen.
“We also have access to all the best channels,” I say, my voice sounding a little like a tour guide. “If you’re interested in video, you can get to most porn sites using this remote. Just use these arrows to move up and down, and of course, the volume can be controlled as well.”
Caleb grins. “That’s good to know. For some reason, I thought you’d want me to use headphones.”
I shake my head.
“No, it’s okay. The walls are insulated here at Valley Cryo, so make all the noise you want.”
He grins before taking the remote from me and randomly browsing a bit.
“I see you have all the free channels,” he remarks. “There’s PornHub, YouPorn and Taboo Hotties. Very nice.”
I blush even though I shouldn’t be embarrassed. This is all part of my job, after all.
“Do you have access to some of the premium channels?” Caleb inquires, those blue eyes fixed on the screen.
I smile professionally, even as my heart races.
“Yes, in fact we do. We have paid subscriptions to Bang Brothers, Penthouse Letters, as well as Xtreme Anal.”
One black brow goes flying off his forehead.
“Xtreme Anal? Really?”
I shrug.
“I’m not sure how they selected the paid streaming services around here, but yes, that’s one of your choices.”
He nods, impressed.
“Wow, that’s one of the better ones. But let me ask: does Valley Cryo also subscribe to gay and LGBTQ channels? It makes sense after all, right? There could be gay men who are donors.”