Stud House

It was supposed to be a simple business transaction. Jacqueline has paid for membership at a secret 'stud house' where women can get knocked up by the men employed there. Anonymously. No strings attached. But the stud she chooses gets under her skin in more ways than one, and she finds herself longing for much more than just his seed...

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Even as I drove up to the house, I still couldn’t believe that it existed. That it really was what its owners said it was.

It looked non-descript and perfectly ordinary.

I supposed that was part of the disguise. A way to hide what was really going on here.

I checked the address one more time, however. Just to make sure.

After all, I had paid a pretty hefty fee to be here.

This was a private club with a very specific purpose. To pair women who wanted to get pregnant with men who wanted to impregnate them. No strings. No expectations.

Completely anonymous.

There were three main options.

The most private, of course, was for a woman to submit a list of what she was looking for in her future child. The establishment would then arrange a room for her, where the man—or men—that they chose as the best fit for her needs would meet her.

The other two options were more public, so to speak.

One was a general dance. A party. Where everyone would mingle and anyone could fuck anyone at any time. For women who didn’t care anything about the qualities of the men who were going to knock her up. Secure in the knowledge that everyone had been carefully pre-screened as far as health and the possibility of genetic issues.

The third was the one that I was considering.

It was called the auction, though of course, no money would be exchanging hands directly tonight. Men would stand on the stage, allowing the potential mothers to browse and select the one she wanted.

I’d heard that it wasn’t always easy to find the ideal guy in the auction. But there was a back-up plan, of course, so that I wouldn’t have to let this fertile cycle go to waste. There would have been arrangements made for a pre-selected man to be ready to step in for the most private option, if necessary.

I was hoping it wouldn’t be necessary.

Call me crazy, but I kind of wanted to get a good look at the guy that was going to father my future child, before we met to fuck.