Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
After all, I’m here to offer myself for a particularly naughty event: a breeding party. When Ellen first told me about it, I was shocked.
“What?” I gasped. “Are you serious?”
My pretty friend nodded, her hands caressing her bump. She was probably only in her first trimester at that point, and was barely showing.
“Yes. Don’t get me wrong because I’ve never been to one before, but yeah. Club Z puts them on sometimes. I’ve seen it in the event line-up.”
I blink.
“But why? It seems so weird. I thought the club catered to filthy rich guys who pay through the nose to join. These same guys want to breed a woman?”
Ellen laughed, the sound melodious.
“Yeah, I guess. But it’s not “breeding” in the usual sense, Kimber. I mean, you’re basically “breeding” a woman whenever you go without protection because we all know the pill isn’t a hundred percent. But a breeding party has ulterior motives. You know how a lot of ladies have to turn to assisted reproductive technology these days?”
I nod slowly.
“Like IVF, right?”
Ellen nods, her expression serious.
“Yeah, and that shit is expensive. I mean, I heard that one round of IVF costs about fifteen thousand dollars. But one round might not be enough. You might have to repeat the process two or three times before successfully conceiving, so the total cost winds up somewhere in the ballpark of fifty k.”
“Fifty thousand dollars?” I gasp. “But getting pregnant the natural way is free!”
“I know, right?” Ellen asks, patting her belly. “It’s insane. Mother Nature is such a good bargain by comparison. But that’s how much IVF costs, and I guess you could go to Mexico to get it done, but I doubt it’s that much cheaper. Plus, you’d have to pay for airfare and a hotel, so costs add up.”
I stare.
“Okay, but has Club Z turned into a fertility clinic? I don’t get it.”
“No, of course not!” Ellen laughed. “Club Z is trying to help in its own way, that’s all. They have an arm dedicated to charities, fund-raising, and general do-gooder stuff. They’re not all about debauchery, you know. Only most of the time.”
I stare at my pregnant friend.
“But who does this even benefit? I’m sorry, I’m just not getting it.”
Ellen winks.
“Ha ha, good question. Basically, the club’s looking to help women who want to get pregnant, but who can’t afford to go through the traditional IVF process. So they offer breeding parties where a woman can be “bred” by multiple guys in the hopes that one of the little swimmers will fertilize her egg.”
I stare at Ellen.
“No way. This is too bizarre.”
“No, it’s not,” my friend says in a practical voice. “Basically, the club coordinates everything. They figure out the woman’s most fertile day of the month, and then book her for a sex party with a couple different guys who don’t mind inseminating a woman. The natural way, of course. No test tubes or turkey basters needed here!”
I sputter.
“But who would agree to this?”
Ellen looks unbothered.
“You mean, the girl or the guy?”
“I don’t know! The girl! The guy! Both!”
Ellen grins.
“Well, the girls definitely agree because the service is free. Plus, the guys are all alpha males with incredible genes. You’ve seen the members of Club Z. They’re huge, handsome, and rich up the wazoo. Who wouldn’t want to have a baby with one of them? You’d definitely have good-looking kids at least.”
I sputter again.
“But it’s so wrong to get pregnant at a breeding party! Even the words “breeding party” are insane. I can’t believe that this even exists.”
Ellen shrugs, tossing a brown curl over one shoulder.
“I mean, breeding parties are unconventional, of course. But everything about Club Z is unconventional. They have tons of different kinds of events, and this just happens to be one type. In fact, there are regular gang-bangs going on all the time. You know that. It’s just that this particular type of gang-bang has a noble purpose, that’s all.”
My jaw hits the ground.
“Noble purpose? Do you think that’s really the right choice of words?”
Ellen’s expression is smug.
“Yeah, definitely. It’s noble, because you’re saving a future mama tens of thousands of dollars that she doesn’t have.” I guffaw, growing red, but my buddy ignores me. “Plus, the guys don’t mind either. A lot of people don’t believe that genetic connection bullshit these days. A child is a child, and a lot of guys are open to helping when it comes to this kind of thing.”
I shake my head, astonished.
“Holy cow. But do the dads have input after a baby’s born?”
Ellen’s expression goes thoughtful then.
“You know, I’m not sure because I don’t know that much about the program. But my guess is that they figure out everything beforehand –paternity rights, paternal involvement, whose name goes on the birth certificate, and the whole she-bang. Club Z always dots its I’s and crosses its T’s. I’m sure they know how to handle the process, legally and administratively.”