Page 1 of Baby Daddy
PROLOGUE
Drake
Ten Years Earlier
“Hi, handsome.”
“Hi, gorgeous,” I replied with a wink, lying through my teeth. Constance, the buxom blond receptionist was far from gorgeous, but I sure knew how to charm her. Minoring in What a Woman Wants had its benefits. A big smile lit up her face.
“Sheila will take you back to Room 2.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I know the routine.” Sheila was her recently divorced co-worker with the spray tan and fake boobs. I knew she had a thing for me. Except I didn’t have a thing for her and fooling around with the staff was definitely a no-no.
Swinging open the heavy door that led to my destination, I walked down a short corridor, past several administration offices, marveling at how many times I’d walked this path before. I did some mental calculations—I’d frequented this place three times a week regularly for the past four years. So, that was over five hundred times. By now, I could walk to infamous Room 2 with my eyes closed.
Room 2 was at the very end of the hallway and when I got there, I cranked open another door. I took in my surroundings. Not a thing had changed from the last time I’d been here two days ago. In fact, nothing had changed since the first time I’d set foot in this room.
It was small and sterile, a lot like a doctor’s examining room. Except instead of an exam table, there was a TV, DVD player, a rack of familiar magazines, and a chair covered with a disposable towel and holding jar labeled with my name. Forcing myself to not overthink the fact that hundreds of dudes had gotten off in this room, I bypassed the porn, (at this point, I’ve seen the DVDs a hundred times and leafed through every Hustler), grabbed the specimen jar, and sat down in my wanking throne, ready to get to work.
Setting the jar between my legs, I zipped down my fly and freed my dick. I cast my eyes downward and stared at it. It might be eight inches of limpness now, but in a few strokes, it was going to be ten inches of rock-hard, pulsating magnificence. A smile warmed my lips and pride soared in my heart as I curled my fingers around my already swelling length and aimed it at the jar. I should mention some dudes wore goggles they provided just in case they missed, but me, the hockey player, never missed a goal.
Call me God’s gift to mankind. Not only was I going to give some childless couple a family, I was going to make the world a better and more beautiful place with my premium genes. Why have an ugly baby when you could have a beautiful one? Seriously, there’s nothing worse than an ugly baby. Remember that Seinfeld episode with the ugly baby? Well, it’s true. You stare at it and cringe, but put on a big smiley face and lie through your teeth, “Oh, what a beautiful child.” Kill me now. These couples deserved better. They were dropping upwards of $40,000 per child, so it sure as hell well be the Rolls Royce of babies. And not a freak.
It’s good thing I didn’t have a steady girlfriend. The only downside of this job was that I couldn’t fuck for forty-eight hours prior to reporting for active duty. So, I could only hook up a few nights a week. But don’t feel sorry for me. The amount of action I got totally compensated for my days off.
I slid my hand down my long, thick shaft. Man, the lucky kid who got my package. Yeah, the more I thought about it, the more I thought I was doing mankind a huge favor. A big dick gives you confidence; a big hard one gives you power. Those future little Drakesters had a lot to look forward to with great futures ahead of them. Who knew…maybe one would grow up to become President and rule the world.
Staring down at my cock, I thought about my first hard-on; I was in fifth grade, ten-years-old. The new girl walked into gym class in her PE outfit, the shorts so short I thought my jeans were going to explode. Then, I thought about the first time I fucked her. Kimmy Sanders. Head cheerleader. The last virgin on the squad. I practically ripped her apart as she cheered us on and then begged for more. I quickly learned size had its benefits.
My mind wandered. Who should I think about during today’s session? Jasmine? Amber? Carrie?…yeah, she was good. I loved the way she went down on me the other night with that big mouth of hers, taking me to the hilt. Imagining her soft pillowy lips clamped around my rigid shaft, I began to slide my hand up and down, picking up speed until I was pumping fast and furiously. My eyes squeezed shut, I felt my cock swelling in my palm, the blood rushing to it. In five, four, three, two, one, I had a blast off as I fantasized coming in Carrie’s warm mouth, my load coating her throat. I peeled my eyes open and watched as my jizz dripped down the interior of the jar. Grinning, I screwed on the lid and put it on the shelf where I always did. Baby gravy.
My fly still down, I headed over to the sink area where I washed up.
Wank, bank, and go. Tonight, I was going out on the town and was going to fuck my brains out. A couple of hundred dollars would come in handy at the high-end club I was planning to go to and plunk down some big bucks.
I tucked my spent dick back in my jeans and zipped up my fly. Seriously, jerking off for money was the best damn job in the world.
But when I graduated this year, my father had other plans for me in the kids’ biz.