"Congratulations, by the way. Another excellence performance review," Ms. Jackson begins with a naughty smile, "Perhaps too good. Mrs. Nguyen is trying to figure out how to gently inform her incredibly boring-in-the-sack husband that she's discovered she likes being choked and fucked doggie style."
"Heh," escapes from your lips, "Tell her to just tell him, sometimes husbands really are that thick," you advise, unable to stop that brief moment that connects their situation to what happened to you and your ex-wife. How ironic would it be if her "rape" actually saved their marriage instead of putting a strain on it?
"Another bit of good news. A home pregnancy test gave a positive result to Mrs. Mendez. She'll need to see a doctor to know for sure, but odds are looking good."
That bit of news alone makes you want to beat your chest. The claiming of another man's wife and creating offspring from her feels like a moment of power. Between that and Ms. Jackson's outfit your pants suddenly feel much tighter.
"We were a little worried since you hadn't actually fathered a child in decades, but I'm glad to see they were unfounded. We can still get you on fertility medications of your own, if you like."
"I'll think about it," you politely answer back- and in all fairness you probably will later, "I did have a question of my own though."
"What is it?"
"Are we ever going to change it up a little? Like attacks in different locations?"
Ms. Jackson thinks about it, and responds like a true marketing wizard, "Eventually yes, but not right away. Right now we're establishing a brand to sell you as. Picture newspapers reading the headline 'Wedding Bell Rapist Strikes Again', housewives in supermarkets reading about a depraved criminal who spends hours repeatedly raping married women in their own homes in broad daylight. And, for our prospective clients, acting indignant in public while furiously masturbating and fantasizing about you attacking them."
"The newspapers?"
"Not really going to happen, but nice to think about in this job. Speaking of which. . ."
"Before that, one more thing. Sounds like you've put thought into this scenario before."
"Only from a business and marketing perspective. It's not my sex fantasy."
"And what would that be?" you respond, calling her bluff.
She takes a moment to answer- actually blushing a bit for perhaps the first time you've seen her. However, she says nothing.
"We were wondering why you didn't service Mrs. Rayne."
"Well, I'm not geneticist but you seem to just assume that I could make a healthy baby with Mrs. Rayne where her husband failed. For all you seemed to know, the heart defect could come exclusively from her or I could have to gene for it as well."
"Would you re-consider if we did some more tests to make sure?"
"I could rethink my choice with the new facts, sure. I don't guarantee new results but I'd weigh the evidence again."
"Excellent. Here's next week's potential clients. I'll wait right here while you look through to see if there's any questions. Congratulations beforehand by the way. Welcome to being an official Serial Rapist For Hire."
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Mrs. LePoitier, looks every bit the stereotypical dumb blond. Her file however makes her out to be surprisingly cunning. She seems to be a gold digger with an 80 year old husband, wants a child but his 'plumbing' hasn't worked in years.
Ms. Allbright, a brunette with smaller scale breasts but an amazing ass. While not married per se it's only because the bisexual Ms. Allbright is not legally allowed to marry her partner, but has entered into an official civil union. Her partner wants nothing to do with men, including their sperm.
Mrs. Hearst, a black woman whose husband has decided he's gay. Whether this is honest self-discovery or personal manipulations is unknown. What is known is that he hasn't had sex with her for years. |