THE BLOODDOLL FACTORY
After being unemployed for a year, William finally receives a call to come into Elite Surrogates and Adoption (ESA) for an interview. The sterile white interior does nothing for his confidence as he’s led to Sadie Jones' (HR manager’s) office where she proceeds to question him about his job experience and reproductive knowledge.
It all goes well in this paranormal medical romance until William realizes that he’s going to have to “perform” for the job. Fifty dollars an hour would help him catch up on his mortgage and get his wife to stop nagging him about the bills. However, using his own semen to propagate the reproductive cycle is more than a little weird. After considering the job and the busty HR manager, he agrees to continue the interview.
CHAPTER 1 – THE INTERVIEW
After 25 minutes and numerous warnings from his wife, he decided on a basic black off-the-rack jacket and pants with a white shirt and a red tie. He made it to his car with 20 minutes to spare and was thankful he lived close to the building. If his directions were correct, he’d be there in 10 minutes.
Now, his hard-soled shoes echoed across the white tile floors of ESA’s lobby. The walls and ceiling were equally white, only broken apart by the steel of an industrial chair rail. It reminded him of the clean rooms he’d been assigned to when he worked for Community Hospital, except the sterile interior design of ESA seemed to span the entire building.
One-hundred feet in front of him stood a black information desk with the front higher than the back. William ventured to guess, it was made out of marble. The contrast caused him to double-check his surroundings. The rest of the area was white. It created an odd ambiance, almost creepy.
When the receptionist acknowledged him, he spoke. “I have an interview with Sadie Jones at ten.”
“Your name please?” she asked.
“William Wilson.” He watched as she stared at her computer monitor and hit a few keys on her keyboard. The clicks echoed throughout the room as if there were multiple keyboards being hammered.
“I see you here. I’ll let Sadie know. You can have a seat.” She motioned to the white plastic and metal chairs located in a small seating area.
“Thank you,” William said before turning and stepping onto the white commercial rug with off-white edges that was meant to define the area. William thought it did a piss poor job. He still felt like he was in a giant white cavern or a state mental hospital.
He occupied the nearest seat. It smelled like fresh plastic. William expected it. This was the new ESA clinic. They’d moved from a location across the street from Community Hospital to this building in downtown Indianapolis. William remembered the moving trucks, mostly because they had moved the business in the middle of the night. While it was weird, he could see the board of directors demanding a midnight move in order to save money. William wished he had saved more money. Three months later, he’d found himself without a job. Unfortunately, it was hard to save money when his wife kept spending it.
Checking his watch, he saw it was five till 10. He was early and hoped Sadie would see it as a positive.
It was ten after ten when he heard the elevator door open and watched a woman who appeared to be in her mid-30s exit. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, matte black belt, high heels and a white dress shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned. He only allowed his eyes to trail down her shirt for a second before he realized what he was doing. William could have kicked himself and hoped she hadn’t seen his wondering eyes.
“Mr. Wilson.” She held out her hand. “I’m Sadie.”
William stood and shook her hand in greeting. “A pleasure, I’m William Wilson.”
“I’m so glad you could make it. Follow me. My office is upstairs.”
“Of course,” William said as he followed her into the elevator. He wasn’t surprised to find the interior steel of the elevator matched the wide chair railings that snaked their way through the lobby and corridors.
“Did you have trouble finding us? We recently moved.”
“No, not at all. MapQuest was quite the help.” He grinned when he heard her laugh.
“My office is this way,” Sadie said.
William followed her off the elevator and down to the end of the hall. He expected a window and a turn either right or left into Sadie’s office. Instead, there was a door and no windows at this end of the hall.
He watched as Sadie opened it and entered. William followed. “Did you want the door open or closed?”
“Closed, please. You can be seated at your leisure,” Sadie said.
William closed the door then positioned himself in one of the large black leather chairs in front of her desk. The chair was overkill for an office. It had to be either a La-Z-Boy or an Ashley, He was further convinced when he looked down and saw a reclining lever.
His attention focused on Sadie when he heard the rustling of paper. William assumed it was his resume.
“I see you have a bachelor’s of science in nursing and a computer science minor,” Sadie said.
“Yes, ma’am. I graduated in 1998,” William said.
“And you have almost 20 years of nursing experience. Most of it appears to be in the NICU,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am. Though for the last five years I was with Community East, I took care of the elderly. Slip and fall. Dementia patients.”
“Perfect,” Sadie said. “Well, let me tell you a little bit about ESA and the position. ESA was founded in 1960 by Dr. Jacob Blackwell. Since then, we have birthed and/or adopted almost 60,000 children, and we continue to be one of the most successful surrogate and adoption clinics in the country. Your position as a fertility specialist would be to propagate the fertility treatments and do everything within your power to ensure they are a success.”
“Of course,” William said. “I would be honored to help in the process. I understand how difficult it can be to conceive.”
Sadie nodded once. “If you don’t mind me asking, do you have any children? You can decline to answer.”
“I don’t mind the question. I don’t have any children. My wife is not fertile,” William said.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” She paused. “Are you fertile?”
He glanced around the room. “I was not the problem. She has PCOS.”
“Good, because that is a qualification of this job,” Sadie said. “We like our fertility specialists to also be donors. Are you familiar with the standard donation practices?”
“I am,” William said with a slight pause. Talking about his fertility and jacking off into a cup was the last thing he expected to be discussing during a job interview. “It’s...” He cleared his throat. “Fairly straightforward.”
“You would be required to donate nightly,” Sadie said.
“I see,” William said as he tried to keep his facial expressions neutral.
“Would you have a problem with that?” Sadie asked.
“No.” William shook his head. It was an unusual request, but one he could live with given the hourly pay and the fact that he was about to lose his house to the bank. Living under a bridge wasn’t on his to-do list.
“The job, as I am sure you are aware, pays $50 an hour. That’s significantly higher than most of the comparable positions,” Sadie said.
“I am aware,” William said.
“Can I assume that’s why you applied?” Sadie asked.
“You can,” William said and was certain he had just blown his opportunity for a job offer. There was no way in hell they were going to be turned-on by a job applicant who was solely interested in the money. Most interviewers wanted to hear about how the applicant was motivated by the cause or determined to learn and advance quickly. William was interested in none of it. At this point in time, he was motivated by money and the potential for a sign-on advance. He had heard through the grapevine that ESA paid a $5,000 sign-on bonus, and that money would help him catch-up his mortgage payment and other mounting bills.
Sadie smiled. “Excellent.”
“Excuse me?” William asked. He adjusted his position in the chair.
“Whenever I ask that question, I receive a heartfelt, prepared speech about how much the individual loves babies and wants to help barren women conceive. Your honesty is refreshing.” Sadie said as she unbuttoned the fourth button of her shirt. “Since you were honest with me, I am going to be honest with you. The position doesn’t require a drug test, per say, but it does require a battery of medical tests. In order to be considered,” she stood and walked around to the front of her desk, “you have to be healthy and free from any sexually transmitted diseases. You cannot have diabetes, high blood pressure, tuberculosis or any other chronic or communicable disease. Do you have any of those diseases or any diseases that would fall into that category?”
“I do not. At least, not that I know of,” William said as he watched her unbutton a fifth button. He could now see more than the edges of her bra. To remain polite, he focused on her face. “I don’t take any medications other than an allergy medicine and Advil for the occasional headache.”
“Over the counter medications are fine. When was your last physical?” she asked.
“As a nurse, I am required to get them yearly. My last physical was 12 months ago.”
“And I assume there were no problems?”
“None. Said I was healthy as a horse,” William said.
“You wouldn’t tell me if you had erectile dysfunction would you?” She said as she stepped between his legs.
“There’s a pill for that.” He watched in confusion and horror as she moved deeper between his legs. It caused him to scoot further back into the chair.
“Well, we don’t want you to take a little blue pill every night. We don’t think it’s healthy, and we don’t want you to damage your equipment. It is, after all, what will be earning your $50 an hour,” Sadie said.
“I… Yeah, I kinda figured,” William said.
“So how comfortable are you with your sexuality and sex?” Sadie asked.
“Uh… comfortable enough.” He stammered as he watched her hands move towards his belt. It looked as though she was going to unfasten his pants!
“Scoot towards me,” Sadie said.
He did as she said before clearing his throat. “What is going on here?”
“Your first test,” Sadie said as she unbuckled his belt. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you needed to be able to get and maintain an erection without medication.” She paused and watched him. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“Yes,” William said.
Sadie leaned back a few inches before unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on her shirt. She removed it and laid it across her desk. “Do you know how many of these interviews I’ve done in the past three years?”
“No,” William said.
“Hundreds, but only 30 were successful. Most of the men scramble out of my office the minute I unfasten their belts,” Sadie said.
“So, I’m doing better than most,” William said.
“So far,” Sadie said.
William watched her remove her skirt. To his surprise, she was wearing a bra but no panties, and she was shaven. He couldn’t imagine this was interview was legal. Yet, he found himself remaining in his seat as she leaned close.
Sadie pulled his belt free and tossed it onto the top of her desk before unzipping his pants. “If any of this makes you uncomfortable, you need to tell me immediately.”
“So you can stop and end the interview,” William said.
“And not have to deal with a sexual harassment lawsuit,” Sadie said as she freed his penis from the confines of his boxers.
“I’ll let you know if I find this intolerable,” William said. He was incredibly uncomfortable. He was letting a strange woman manhandle his manhood in a job interview. This was insane.
Sadie drug her hand along his shaft. “This is nice.”
William smirked. “I’m glad you approve,” he said as she continued to stroke his cock. Part of him couldn’t believe he was letting her do this.
This had to be sexual assault, and it was definitely sexual harassment. Then again, if he waited for his wife to touch it, he’d be waiting for the rest of eternity.
“It does get hard. This is a good sign.” She said as she continued to squeeze and stroke it.
William grunted and slid further down into the chair. It wasn’t long before he felt her tongue gliding up his shaft. “I haven’t ever had any problems with it,” he said as he looked up at the ceiling. He was trying to envision his wife, but all he could mentally see was Sadie’s bra covered chest as he felt her wrap her mouth around his cock and apply gentle suction.
He found himself sliding his hands through her hair as her mouth slipped up and down his cock. He grunted. “You’re going to make it cum.” William half-expected her to stop. He didn’t know any women that wanted a load in the mouth.
He glanced down. She didn’t appear to be stopping. In fact, she was taking him deeper into her mouth. William could almost feel the back of her throat.
Seconds later, he was thrusting into her mouth and breathing heavily. “Oh god… It’s really going to cum.” It was then that he felt her hand cupping his balls and squeezing as if she were encouraging his release. He panted and groaned as he ejaculated into her mouth.
He was left bewildered and semi-erect as she stood and spit it into a wad of Kleenex.
“That was perfect.” She took off her bra and brushed the palms of her hands across her nipples.
William could see they were hard. His heartbeat was still way too fast, and he found himself stroking his cock to regain his erection. “Did you want to try it personally?”
Sadie threw the Kleenex in the trash before gazing down at his cock. He was a good size. She could only envision what he’d feel like inside her. “Let me try it.” She turned and placed her hands on the top of her desk.
William stood and moved the two feet to her backside. He pulled her hips backward before guiding his cock into her pussy. He wasn’t wearing a condom, but it didn’t seem to matter. He just started thrusting, fucking her deep then shallow as she moaned. When she requested faster, he pistoned faster. Then harder until they were both panting and moaning.
His loins felt like they were on fire. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum twice in a row, but here it was again. He could feel the pressure building along with his own eagerness. He grunted with each thrust. She was trembling as if she were about to climax. “Close?” he asked.
“Keep going.” Her words were harsh, strained.
William fucked harder, burying himself with each thrust, his hands wrapped around her hips, pulling her backward to make the impact harder. He accomplished two more thrusts before pushing himself deep and letting it loose.
He felt Sadie tense and tremble before collapsing to her elbows on the top of the desk, breathing hard.
William pulled out of her a few seconds later with a deep exhale. He sat down in the chair, not bothering to pull his pants up yet.
“If you pass the medical portion, the job is yours,” Sadie said as she moved to sit on the edge of her desk.
“When will I be doing the testing?” William asked as he started to redress himself.
“I’ll email you later tonight. I have to set it up with our doctor. Expect tomorrow, but it could be a few days, depending on his schedule,” Sadie said.
William nodded as he finished zipping his pants and buckling his belt. “I appreciate this opportunity.” He almost laughed. The words seemed mundane after what had just occurred.
“Have a good afternoon,” Sadie said.
William couldn’t help but chuckle as he took a few steps towards the door of her office.
“Oh, I almost forgot. If you pass tomorrow’s medical tests, you’ll receive a $5,000 bonus on your first check,” Sadie said.
William turned and thanked her. He wasn’t surprised when he saw her rebuttoning her shirt. Turning back toward the door, he continued his
trek into the hallway, closing her office door behind him.
He was relaxed, which was not normal for him after an interview. However, he had never had an interview that required him to drop two loads of cum into the HR manager. He shook his head as he entered the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby.
As he walked through the lobby, William heard the front desk girl call out to him. “Good interview.”
William stopped and turned towards her. “More or less. I’m due back tomorrow.”
“Excellent. See you tomorrow,” the woman said.
CHAPTER 2 – THE WIFE
William turned into his driveway and parked in front of the garage door. A quick peek through the window confirmed that his wife’s car was not in the garage. She was probably still at work, and for that, William was thankful. He didn’t feel like answering any questions about his job interview just yet. What he felt like was a shower.
He unlocked the back door and walked into the kitchen. The breakfast dishes were still in the sink, and his wife had failed to turn off the coffee maker before leaving. William turned it off before closing the back door.
He walked upstairs to the master bedroom and disrobed. He left his clothes on the floor and walked into the master bathroom to turn on the shower. Sticking his hand under the stream of water, he realized it was going to take a minute before the hot water reached the shower.
Turning, he opted to brush his teeth. By the time he was finished, the shower was steaming. William stepped inside and closed the glass shower door, letting the hot water relax his body.
He had no idea what to tell his wife about the interview. Technically, it had gone well, but it was the strangest damned interview he’d ever experienced. William wondered if it counted as cheating on his wife. He felt like he had just interviewed at the local brothel as a male gigolo.
William scrubbed his body twice and washed his hair before rinsing. Upon exiting the shower, he realized he still had no idea of his exact job duties. If he passed the medical tests tomorrow, he would be one of several, he assumed, fertility specialists, and he was obviously supposed to propagate the success with his own sperm.
That was creepy. William remembered a news story about a man in Utah who had used his own sperm to impregnate hundreds of women. William could only imagine how many he’d father over the course of the next year. The thought was alarming. What if they interbred? All the expectant mothers had to live in this general location.
He wanted to call Sadie and tell her to forget he applied, but if he did, he knew his wife would file for divorce the minute the legal offices opened in the morning. They were in dire financial straights. She was driving a modern jalopy that needed more repairs than they could afford. The radiator leaked. The oil leaked. The brake fluid leaked. The steering was going out. She was driving a death trap, and there was nothing he could do about it. Never mind the fact that they were underwater on their mortgage and two months behind. William blamed himself.
He’d been fired from Community East for mistaking Chlorpromazine for Chlorpropamide at four in the morning. It didn’t help his case that one of those pills was blue and the other one was Tennessee orange. He was lucky he hadn’t lost his nursing license for the mistake.
William blamed the doctor’s crappy handwriting, but his protests hadn’t made much of a difference. They argued that he should have double-checked the medication order. Perhaps he should have, but he knew that no doctor would answer their phone at four in the morning.
Instead of sending him to the medical board, the hospital had fired him. Unfortunately, the hospital had also appealed his unemployment compensation. William appealed the denial. He had worked the better part of 20 years with the hospital. He was a well-respected nurse, and his annual reviews proved it, but it didn’t seem to matter. His appeal was denied. It was a two-month long process to get the final denial, and he was now three months away from that letter. The $7,800 he would have gotten from unemployment would have gone a long way toward keeping their mortgage current.
His wife’s teaching salary didn’t cover all their bills because they had financed the house with both of their incomes, which had amounted to just over $90,000 a year.
Their mortgage was almost $1,200 a month. His wife brought home $1,900 a month after taxes. It was a losing situation. He really needed this job. With it, he could catch up the mortgage and all of their back bills with the first week’s pay plus the bonus.
As he walked out of the master bath into the bedroom, William decided he was not going to mention the odd job duties or turn down any offers of employment. It was a $20 an hour raise, and this company wasn’t asking him why he left his hospital job after 20 years.
William dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt before walking into his home office to check his email. Sadie had mentioned that she would email him with the time for his medical tests. He turned on the computer and checked Thunderbird.
There was a message from Sadie. His medical testing would begin at six in the morning. The letter also told him to wear something comfortable. William was certain he had a pair of relaxed fit jeans and a basic t-shirt in his closet.
He logged out of his email and shut the computer down before heading into the kitchen. His wife would be home in about an hour, and like most individuals who went to school all day, he knew she’d be starving.
He opened the fridge. There were a couple ears of corn in the crisper. He could make some mashed potatoes. They still had five pounds of a 10-pound bag in the pantry, but he didn’t see any thawed meat.
William opened the freezer and found two parchment paper wrapped steaks. These would work. They’d take a little longer to grill than thawed meat, but he had most of an hour. Now, he just needed sides. The corn looked fine. He could throw those on the grill in their husks, and he could open a can of baked beans and throw those on the side burner of the grill in a stainless steel pot. It’d be quick and easy.
He decided to toss the frozen steaks in a pot on the stove with some water to thaw them while he prepared everything else. Boiling the steak would ensure it was moist, and it’d make the steak cook faster on the grill.
William walked outside and started the propane grill. It was a monster with six burners, two levels of grilling, a side burner and two warming drawers. He closed the lid and walked back into the kitchen while the grilled heated to 450 degrees.
He opened the can of beans and put them in a stainless steel pot. Then, he wrapped the four ears of corn in heavy-duty foil. William put the pot on the side burner and the corn on the top grate. The thermometer read 350 degrees. He’d need to wait another 10 minutes before putting the steaks on.
William relegated himself back to the kitchen where he grabbed a beer out of the fridge and checked on the boiling steaks. They were looking good. By the time the grill was ready, they’d be thawed and partially cooked.
William chose a seat at the kitchen table where he could watch the grill and the stove. He opened his beer and took a long drink. The clock on the wall told him had 30 minutes to pull this meal together.
He drank half his beer at the kitchen table before walking back outside to check the grill. The attached thermometer read 450. He grabbed the pot off the stove and a pair of tongs before draining 90 percent of the water into the sink. He walked back out to the grill for what seemed like the thousandth time and opened the hood. The corn smelled delicious as did the beans. He tonged the steaks onto the grates, grabbed the salt and pepper mix and doused the steaks in deliciousness. He had some grill rub in the house, but he preferred a simple shake of salt and pepper to anything else.
William closed the lid so the grill could work its magic and sat down with his beer at the outdoor table. He had enough time to think this was turning into a nice afternoon until he heard his wife’s car climbing up the driveway. She was going to start asking him questions about his interview, and he still wasn’t sure what to tell her.
William decided to retrieve two more beers from the fridge while she rearranged the cars and parked her car in the garage. By the time his wife reached the steps of the deck, he was back in his chair with two cold beers. “How was school?”
She shook her head as she sat down and popped the top on her beer.
“That good?” William asked.
“Two Juniors were caught having sex in the gymnasium equipment room,” she said.
“Again?” William asked.
“Again. Somehow, they are getting a hold of the keys and unlocking the door, but they won’t tell us who’s giving them the keys.”
“The gym teacher?”
“He has his set, or at least, he always does when the principal asks him to prove that he has the keys.”
“How many pregnancies so far this year?” William asked.
“Five, and it’s only October. They are considering reopening the basement daycare and starting prenatal classes as well as home economics.”
“I think those should be part of the curriculum anyway.” William said.
“The budget doesn’t allow for them under normal circumstances, but with five pregnant girls and potentially another one, we might be able to get funding for pregnancy prevention and other types of classes under the guise of preparing them for motherhood.”
William took a long drink of his beer.
“But anyway. How was your interview at ESA?” she asked.
“It was all right,” William said.
“What’s all right? Like, all right they might call you or all right, they liked you but they gave the job to someone else?” she asked.
“All right, like they are going to give me the job,” William said.
“When will they call? When will you find out?” she asked.
“I have an appointment in the morning at six for a physical. If I pass the physical, I think I’ll have an official start date later in the afternoon,” William said.
“A physical for what?”
“They want to make sure I don’t have any communicable diseases. I’ll be working directly with the surrogates. They want to make sure there’s no possible way I can transmit anything to them,” William said.
“You just had a physical before the hospital fired you,” she said.
“I know. They want another one. We’re not paying for it. Relax.” William said as he stood. He walked over to the grilled and opened the hood. The steaks looked good. He tested one with the tongs. It was not stuck to the grill, so he flipped both of them and applied more salt and pepper. “I made dinner.”
“It smells delicious. What is it? Steaks and corn?”
“And baked beans.”
“Wonderful,” she said.
William felt arms around his waist as he closed the grill lid and turned in her arms. “Should be done in about 15 minutes.” He kissed her. “If you wanted a shower, the food will be done by the time you get out.”
“I’ll be back in a minute,” she said.
“No rush. The food’s not going anywhere,” William said. If it finished before she got back, he could always turn off the grill and let the accumulated heat keep the food warm.
William walked inside behind her to grab plates, forks, a serving spoon and butter for the corn. He contemplated grabbing a bottle of wine, but that could wait until he officially had the job. He set the dishes and butter on the outdoor table and grabbed one plate to retrieve the steaks.
By the time his wife stepped through the sliding glass doors, he had the table set, four more beers and a steak and corn on each plate.
“Didn’t know how many beans you wanted, so I figured I’d leave it up to you,” he said as he buttered his corn then salted and peppered it.
“That’s fine. It looks delicious.” She picked up her beer and took a long drink. “I moved your clothes off the bathroom floor and into the hamper.”
“Thanks,” William said.
“I noticed your boxers were a little stiff in the crotch.” She picked up her plate and walked over to the grill.
William put some beans on his plate. “What?” He asked as he walked over to the table.
“Did you feel the need to let off a little steam after your interview?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah,” William said. “It was intense.” He cut up his steak while his wife sat down at the table to begin eating. He was halfway done with his steak when she turned the conversation back to his job interview.
“Did they say how much it paid?” she asked.
“Fifty an hour,” he said.
“Are there any benefits?”
“We didn’t get that far. I’m sure I’ll see what it is when they hand me the new hire paperwork,” William said. He took a long drink of his beer, hoping his wife would focus on her food instead of continuing to quiz him. When she started eating, William relaxed.
They annihilated all the food except the beans. He could see half a cup still in the pan.
“Did they ask you about the hospital?” she asked.
“Nope. They either didn’t care or didn’t call references. Either way, I’m not complaining. We’ll get our bills caught up in about three weeks,” William said.
“I hope so. The bank called today,” she said.
“What did you tell them?” William asked.
“We would have the check in the mail soon,” she said.
“Did they say when they were sending us the foreclosure notice?” he asked.
“No, but I assume it will be on its way by the end of this week,” she said.
“Well, don’t worry about it too much. If it comes, it comes. We’re doing all we can.”
He watched his wife nod as she stood from the table and cleared the dishes. He turned off the grill and brought the grill tools inside where his wife was doing dishes. “Stop worrying.” He kissed the side of her face. “Unfortunately, I need to go to bed. I have an early day tomorrow.”
“I’ll be right behind you,” she said.
William walked through the house and upstairs where he disrobed, throwing his clothes in a pile next to the wall. He knew his wife would be at least an hour. She’d do the dishes, start the laundry and perform 1,000 other things before joining him in bed. He was glad they didn’t have kids. He was certain if they did, that extra 1,000 would be 2,000.
CHAPTER 3 – THE PHYSICAL
William walked through the glass and stainless steel doors of ESA at five till six in the morning. It was still dark outside, and the hallways were just as white as he remembered. He still felt like he was walking through the doors of a state-sponsored insane asylum, but no asylum paid the wage he was about to earn.
Putting it out of his mind, he stepped up to the front desk and told the same woman that had been sitting behind the desk yesterday that he was there for the physical.
“You passed the interview,” the receptionist said.
William blinked then chuckled. “I hear not many do.”
“Not many,” she said. “If you’ll have a seat, I’ll alert the doctor of your arrival.”
William thanked the woman before sitting in the same seat he’d sat in yesterday. Once the woman was off the phone, he asked, “How long have you worked here?”
“About five years.”
“So, you moved with them?” William asked.
“I did,” she said.
“How do you like the new building?” William asked.
“It’s amazing compared to the old one. There’s a full cafeteria that serves fresh food. Vending machines on almost every floor, and as long as you do your job, they leave you alone.”
“Sounds like job heaven.” William heard the elevator doors open and watched as the woman turned back to her computer screens. He wasn’t sure it was a good sign. William decided to watch the man in the light gray suit and white lab coat as he approached the small seating area.
“Mr. Wilson,” the man said.
“That’s me,” William said as he stood and extended his hand.
The man shook William’s hand before releasing it. “I’m Dr. Sam Jones. I’ll be performing your physical and medical tests today. Follow me.”
William followed the man to the elevator and watched as he pressed the button for the Lower Level.
“All the medical testing is performed in the basement. Has anyone explained the tests to you?” Dr. Jones asked.
“Not really. Just that it’s part of the job hiring process,” William said.
“It is. You can’t have any communicable diseases or physical ailments that would hinder your job performance. If you have a clean bill of health after this physical, you are advised to never come to work sick. If you have a cold, the flu, sinus infection, stay home. They won’t write you up for being sick. We’d rather you not walk through the doors if you’ll ill, lying or otherwise.”
“That’s pretty impressive,” William said.
“They give you 16 hours a month in sick time. The rest of it is docked from your pay. If you fail to show up for 30 days straight, you’ll be terminated.”
“That’s generous,” William said.
“They figure the flu takes about 30 days to recover. That’s where they get that number.”
“Do I need to bring in a Dr’s note?” William asked.
“No,” Dr. Jones said. “No one wants to touch it.”
“How do I clock in?” William asked.
“The lady at the front desk will make a note in your file that you showed up for work,” Dr. Jones said.
“Do you always provide this much information to the new hires?” William asked. He had expected Sadie to give him this information later today.
“Did Sadie?” Dr. Jones asked.
“Not yet,” William said.
“She never does. You’ll get a new hire folder later today if you pass all the tests. It will contain the information, but I always like to do an overview.” Dr. Jones said as he exited the elevator and lead them down the hall to a stark white door.
William waited for the doctor to unlock it.
“If you’ll just walk into the back room, disrobe and put on a paper gown, we’ll be ready to start.”
“Disrobe everything?” William asked.
“You can leave your boxers and socks on,” Dr. Jones said.
William nodded as he walked through the rather large examination room and into a room that looked like a combination changing and medical supply room. He was surprised to see a dual purpose room since the building appeared to have ample space for multiple storage closets. William wondered if this wasn't the doctor’s personal stash of supplies.
He could see one rack that was full of various types of medical equipment. Another steel rack appeared to have IV bags and syringes. Yet, another rack appeared to have a variety of medications organized across all the shelves. The last two racks contained pillows, blankets and paper gowns, which were all wrapped in plastic. In fact, everything seemed to be wrapped in some form of plastic.
William undressed, leaving his socks and boxers on. He folded his shirt and his pants and laid them on a sterile looking white bench before putting his watch and cell phone on top. He placed his shoes on the floor in front of his clothes before grabbing a paper gown.
He removed the plastic and slid it on, leaving his backside exposed. He hated these gowns. It fit well enough, but he could just imagine the indecency if it were to get wet or torn.
William walked into the medical examination room. The doctor appeared to be preparing a chart on a clipboard.
“I need you to read and sign these forms. They’re consent forms for the most part,” Dr. Jones said.
William took the clipboard and started reading the paperwork. All of his information appeared to be correct. It looked like it was gleaned from his resume. At least, he knew they had read it. William signed all the forms and paused at the back form. “This is a termination of parental rights, but I don’t have any kids.”
“You don’t, but you are a sperm donor. We don’t want you coming back to us in 10 years, claiming that all the babies you helped produce are yours,” Dr. Jones said.
“Fair enough.” William signed the form and handed the clipboard back to the doctor.
A few minutes later he found himself being led around the room to check his weight, height, blood pressure and temperature.
Next, his sight was checked along with his ears, nose and throat. The doctor listened to his breathing and checked his pulse and heart rate.
“Your vitals are good. Better than I’ve seen in a while,” Dr. Jones said. “Now, if you’ll lie down over here.” He motioned towards an examination table. “I need to take a few vials of blood. How well do you handle blood draws?”
“Well enough,” William said as he laid down on the exam table.
“You ever been to a chiropractor?” Dr. Jones asked as he prepared William’s arm for the blood draw.
“No. Why?” William asked.
“You should go. You walk like your back hurts.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” William said before grimacing as the needle was placed into his arm.
“It does. You just don’t notice the pain anymore,” Dr. Jones said.
“I’ll see what I can do about that,” he said as he heard a third vial being attached to the needle and tube in his arm. “How many vials do you need?”
“Four. It’s a rigorous set of blood tests.” Dr. Jones connected the last vial. “Almost done.”
A few minutes later, William found himself needle-free with a dinosaur band-aide on his arm and instructions to lie where he was with his arm folded for a few minutes. William heard the doctor enter another room. He assumed it was to start the blood tests. He didn’t know why, but he felt like everything was done in-house. There wouldn’t be any waiting on an external lab.
“Let me know when you feel all right,” Dr. Jones said as he reentered the room.
“I feel fine now.”
“Then sit up. I’d recommend slowly,” Dr. Jones said.
William sat up and swung his legs over the side of the exam table. “Oh, whoa.” He felt the doctor’s hand on his shoulder.
“Four vials.” He handed William a bottle of orange juice and a packet of graham crackers. “Drink and eat that. There’s more testing but I have to get the vials in the machines.”
William took a long drink of the orange juice and unwrapped the crackers. “What other tests are there?”
“Heart rate and a sperm count,” Dr. Jones said.
William choked on his graham cracker. “Are you kidding?”
“Not at all. We have to make sure you won’t have a heart attack while performing your job, and we want you to be successful.”
“Jesus Christ,” William said.
“It’s better than working as a gigolo, or so I hear,” Dr. Jones said.
“The interview definitely had gigolo overtones.” William finished his orange juice and graham crackers and slid off the examination table. “Well, I think I feel better,” William said.
The doctor laughed as he motioned towards the treadmill. “This way.”
It took five minutes for the doctor to hook all the wires and electrodes to William’s body. By the time it was all said and done and the treadmill was moving, William felt like electrode man. He walked. Then, he fast-walked. Then, he jogged. Finally, the doctor punched the machine up to 8 miles an hour.
The rigorous pace lasted about a minute. By the end of it, William was out of breath and feeling like he was about to have a heart attack. He braced himself by the rails along the side of the treadmill. “I haven’t ran that hard in years.”
“You did well,” Dr. Jones said. “Not great. You’re obviously not an athlete, but you could be if you started exercising.”
“That means I passed?” William asked.
“You passed,” Dr. Jones said.
“Thank God. I’d hate to think I did all that running for nothing,” William said.
Dr. Jones chuckled. “The reproductive test is the last test.”
“Is that on purpose?” William asked. He was still trying to catch his breath, and after having had four vials removed, he doubted his ability to get it up.
“It’s all about virility.” The doctor handed William a small, clear plastic cup and lid.
“You know. I expected to be handling other people’s deposits, not my own,” William said.
“You and everyone else that walks through the door. I hear that type of work doesn’t pay well.”
“So I hear.” William glanced around. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Two doors to the right down the hall. I’ll be here when you finish,” Dr. Jones said.
William walked out of the examination room and turned to the right. The bathroom was the second door from the medical room, and it was also on the right.
William walked inside and closed and locked the door before taking a long, hard look at the plastic cup in his hand. He had more or less expected this type of test, but he was hoping they’d skip it. The last thing he felt like doing was jerking off into a tiny plastic cup while wearing a paper gown exposing his ass.
“They told me you were down here.”
William turned around to view Sadie coming out of the single stall. The rest of the bathroom was open space and a sink. “What are you… Shouldn’t you be working?”
“I am working. I’m delivering your new hire folder,” Sadie said.
William laughed. “In a bathroom?”
Sadie shrugged as she stepped forward. “And making sure you pass this last test. I know they draw blood first. There’s no way you’re in the mood.”
“Never been less in the mood, but I’m sure I can work it out,” William said as he started to reach for the door, only to have his hand grabbed and placed on her chest. He mentally cursed as he felt her other hand wrap around his cock.
Sadie took the plastic cup out of his hand. “I’m sure you could, and I’m sure you’d be in here for an hour trying to get an erection after all those medical tests.”
“Maybe, but I think they’d wait,” William said.
“And interrupt you fifteen times,” Sadie said as she drug her hand up his cock and back down.
William grunted. He was surprised when it started to respond. He was starting to hate that she was good at arousing him. He wished his wife were as good.
He leaned with his back against the wall as he teased her nipples through her shirt and bra until he could see little bulges through the cloth. His cock was starting to ache. He grunted again and started thrusting into her hand. Seconds later, he groaned as his cock let loose with a load of cum.
William cleared his throat. “Did that work?”
“Yes,” she said as she popped the plastic top on the cup and handed it to him before walking over to the sink to wash her hands. “When you’re finished with your tests, come up to my office.”
William nodded and exited the bathroom with his specimen.
It was a short walk back to the examination room where he handed the doctor the cup.
“Thank you.” Dr. Jones examined the cup for a second before speaking. “You can get dressed. We’re almost done. Sadie called. She wants you to pick up your paperwork from her office.”
“Okay. Thanks. How long until you have the results?”
“I’d say 30 to 40 minutes.” He checked his watch. “I can have them up in her office by ten.”
“Sounds good. I’ll wait up there then.” William walked to the back room. He discarded the paper gown in the trash and redressed.
He was thankful to be back in his own clothes as he traversed his way through the examination room and down the hall towards the elevators. He pushed the button for the third floor and waited until the doors opened.
If he recalled correctly, Sadie’s office was at the very end. He knocked on her office door and entered when he heard a “Come in.”
“Close the door. Did he say when he would have the results?” Sadie asked.
William closed the door and glanced at the clock on the wall. “About 30 minutes.”
“Perfect. I have your new hire folder. It’s just a bunch of information. You can also elect to get health coverage if you want. The cheapest plan is $50 every two weeks, and the most expensive plan is $100 every two weeks.”
William walked up to her desk and picked up the folder. “I might. I’ll have to look through it.” He watched her for a moment. “So, you seem to think I passed the tests.”
“I know you did,” Sadie said. “By the time anyone gets to the cum in a cup portion, they’ve passed. The blood tests and sperm counts are a formality.” She paused. “For the most part. If you had taken an hour….”
“Right,” William said as he sat down in the chair he had claimed during his interview. “When do you expect my first day to be?”
“Tomorrow if you’d like,” Sadie said as she stood and walked around her desk with a clipboard of papers. “It’s just your tax information. If you could fill it out.”
“Of course.” William took the clipboard and filled out his W-2 and I-9 before handing it back. “Is there anything else I need to do?”
“Just wait with me for the doctor,” Sadie said.
William had half expected her to jump on his cock in the 10 minutes they had left before the doctor was slated to arrive. When she simply sat at her desk pouring over paperwork, he was somewhat relieved and strangely disappointed. This, he knew, was going to be a weird place to work. Weird, but well-paying.
At exactly ten the doctor walked into the office without knocking or announcing himself.
“Did he pass?” Sadie asked.
“With flying colors.” The doctor handed her the sheath of papers. “No illnesses, chronic conditions or contagious diseases. His sperm count was high normal, which is a plus, and he ran well on the treadmill.”
“Excellent,” Sadie said. “Did you want to start tomorrow, William?”
“Yeah. Do you have a preferred time?” William asked.
“If we could get started by eight. We need to tour the building, and I need to show you your floor.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be here a little before eight,” William said. “Did you need anything else from me?”
Sadie shook her head. “Have a nice afternoon.”
“You too,” William said. He stood and walked out of her office and into the hallway. The office door closed behind him.
William turned to watch it. He wasn’t sure if Sadie had walked behind him to the door or if it had some sort of spring-loaded device that closed it. He didn’t remember any springs on the door yesterday. In fact, he remembered closing it manually after asking Sadie if she wanted it closed. She must have followed behind him.
He inhaled as he walked down the empty hallway toward the elevators. When the doors opened, the elevator was also empty. It seemed odd to William. The building had hundreds of employees, but so far, he had seen very few. Three to be exact.
Shaking his head, he exited the elevator and walked through the lobby.
“Done already?” the woman at the front desk asked.
“Yeah. I’m back tomorrow for my official first day. I think,” William said.
“See you tomorrow,” she said.
William walked out the lobby doors. He resolved himself to not answering any questions from his wife if she asked any. He was not in the mood.