Orchid Lady Ranch

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Orchid Ladies Ranch Chapter 1 After slogging through twelve hours of inventory, the store manager calls me and my two coworkers into his office. There we learn the store has just been sold and is closed effective immediately. Apparently, his wife is showing signs of Alzheimer’s. Yesterday, she disappeared from the store before lunch along with their car. An alert had been issued at once, but it was dusk before local police informed Pop his wife had been found five hours away trying to get to a deli two blocks away. Pops now gathers us three employees and tells us he’s retiring to take care of her. He says we have been outstanding; hands us our last check plus one thousand dollars in cash, promises us each a great reference, and wishes us good luck.Just like that, the job that pays most of my bills is gone. Upset, I gather my things and leave the building, not even bothering to look around one last time. I hate that this has happened. His wife was completely fine two days ago double-checking our numbers as we tallied the yearly inventory. Getting into my old antique Luna, a 1978 Honda Civic hatchback, I get on the phone with my second job’s manager immediately. They can only give me one extra shift a week before hitting full-time hours which they do not offer.I pull up to my apartment building and look around carefully before getting out. It’s not easy living alone as a woman, but lately, I’ve been feeling watched. It isn’t anything I can identify specifically but a feeling I cannot shake nonetheless. And now this huge loss in income. I head straight to the leasing office and I pay my rent a month ahead with the cash from Pops. Back in the apartment, I put the receipt away and I pet my chunky black cat Ben and refill his bowl. Now I can breathe a little easier but it is time for some serious job hunting.******Today’s English breakfast tea and fig jam on wheat toast tastes delicious. For the past week, like every morning when I get off from my overnight gas station job, I shower, remain nude and have tea and toast while looking at newly published job posts in bed. I tuck my shoulder-length braids behind my ear and open my laptop to read through job posts. It’s been a week since the store closed and I have not even gotten a single callback from any of the twenty-plus places I applied to. I live in a college town and competition is stiff if you don’t have a degree for a simple ass retail job. Many employers are asking for that degree. I have a few college credits under my belt but no degree. The rest look like scams. I know nothing about welding, but the pay looks great. Moving on to the MISC section for odd jobs, one new job post catches my eye. It looks like an interesting opportunity, and I don’t see anything about minimum education requirements. It is a live-in position. I could very well be homeless if I don’t find a decent-paying job soon. A live-in position would be perfect if I can bring Ben, my cat.  The ad reads:  Female Resident Advisors Needed for Orchid Lady Ranch6 positions availableLive in + Weekly pay + Paid TrainingMust qualify for interview and pass a one-week PAID residential health assessment even if not hiredRequires long term commitment, Deep background check, LGBT friendlyTwenty-one years and older onlyI don’t see a problem with any of that. I don’t have anything to hide. I’m not sure what I can advise ladies about on a ranch but I’m good with people. At the least, I can call the number listed and get more information. I pick up the phone without delay and dial. It rings and a cultured voice picks up.“Good morning, Orchid Ladies’ Ranch, Mona speaking…”  “Good morning! I’m interested in a resident advisor position I saw in the newspaper.”“Yes, we still have two positions open.” I smile at that. Still a chance. “I will need,” she goes on,” to see the results of certain lab tests and documents before you can qualify for an interview. We will let you know if you have qualified by 6 pm Wednesday, provided you get to the lab first thing tomorrow morning.” “That’s great! Where are you located?” I ready my pen to write it down.  “We’re located about ten miles from the city. But do not worry about that, we will send a car for you if you qualify for an interview.” Ok well damn, that’s fancy. “How Ankara bayan escort about Thursday?” Mona suggests. She tells me the documents she needs and that she will email me that list as well as directions to the lab for reference. I give her my email address and she sets the interview tentatively for 1 pm Thursday. Thankfully, I have the papers she’s requesting and email them right away. I go to bed praying to Mother Earth that I get that interview. What kind of job sends a car? It wasn’t like I would be an executive or something. I’m not mad at it though! Hired Ben, my cat was brought on-site and quarantined as soon as I was hired. I was taken back home to pack a week’s worth of clothing and do anything else I needed. The driver waited the whole two hours it took me to take care of my personal business for the next week. Back at Orchid Lady Ranch, I was shown to a luxurious two-bedroom, three-bathroom suite. These luxurious suites feature glorious waterfall showerheads, bidets, a full kitchen, wet bar, closed study, French door access to a deck, and sliding glass door access to the heated indoor pool that eight suites surrounded, two on each side. Two are empty. I’ve been living well.In turn, though, I have been subject to numerous physical, blood, psychological, and critical thinking tests and assessments. Some were very invasive. Medical staff give no sign of what it was all for. I haven’t seen any of the other candidates so I can gossip and speculate about it with them. It will be a relief to get some more information on this job before I get accustomed to this, the good life. I still have a job hunt and bills to pay if it doesn’t work out. On the eighth day, it is Mona who brings lunch to the suite and informs me I have passed the health assessment and that all the candidates are to meet in the dining room for dinner that night and then an information session. She said we will find out what our jobs entail. I’m excited and at the same time overwhelmed. I am finally going to get some answers but all I want to do is take a nap beneath this plush duvet. My eyes drift close.  Meowing in my ear wakes me up and that’s how I find out Ben has been considered healthy and released from quarantine. It is nearing dusk. I put on my shower cap and step my five-foot-eight-inch, slightly chubby body into the shower to wash my smooth mahogany skin. This place has better bath products than my beloved Bath and Body Works products. Excited about the possibilities, my dark brown nipples harden. I bring my hands up to my thirty-eight c-cup breasts to gently cup, squeeze and tease my hard nipples. My clit swells as my pussy start to get wet. I want to masturbate but I must get to dinner. I oil my body with coconut oil and get dressed. Ben tries to lick the coconut oil from my toes. I pet him and head out. I walk toward the dining room in my white heels with my braids in an elegant updo, and a blue chambray shirt tucked into a navy-blue A-line skirt that drapes my slender hips. Thank God for quality thrift stores. I walk in and Mona comes over to greet me, a brief hug and air kiss to each cheek. She guides me in and sits me down at the dinner table with the two other candidates already present. The final three arrive and the dining staff serves dinner. We eat in nervous but comfortable silence, checking each other out while pretending not to. They are all beautiful women.The dining staff clear the table and return to pour everyone a glass of wine.  Mona raises her glass, “Cheers to new possibilities!” Everyone raises their glass and says a bright, “Cheers!” before taking a sip.  “Tonight, I am filling you in on your job descriptions. If you no longer want to be employed here, you may pack your bags and stop by the accountant’s office for your guaranteed four-week payout even though you’ve only been here eight days. You are bound by a non-disclosure agreement or you will suffer severe penalties. We do after all know nearly everything about you. The driver will take you home at lunchtime tomorrow. Any questions about that?” Everyone shakes their heads.“We needed to make sure you are healthy and stable of mind before moving on to the reason you are here. You will be impregnating Escort bayan Ankara the women who walk through these doors. Have you heard of Futaki?”  I start to put two and two together slowly. Renee, Mehali, and Juula look perplexed. Marcia tilts her head with a smile and nods. Sophia claps and giggles, understanding instantly what our job is to be. Mona continues,” Futaki is a treatment that has been developed to boost dying populations. It allows women to grow penises and produce sperm. It has only been FDA-approved for two years now and is being heavily regulated. There are three places in the USA and five in North America that offer Futaki sperm and that is through sperm banking. We offer a unique hands-on experience for women wishing to be pregnant. We are not the first of our kind in the world, but the first in North America.””You need to know there are groups strongly opposed to this means of reproduction and willing to get their point across with violence. This makes medical offices and people involved with Futaki in any way, hate group targets. It is a hazardous venture. It requires utmost discretion.” I suddenly understand the vetting process and secrecy. Mona leads us to a cozy home theatre with a small stage and movie screen and instructs us to sit. A handsome man steps onto the stage and introduces himself.”I am Dr. Ahmadi. I am the Medical Director and will be giving you some background on Futaki today. This research began twenty-two years ago when the government noticed a trend toward population decline. Low sperm count and poor motility rates, as well as a declining male to female ratio, had slowed the birth of new blood. Furthermore, not all the male population were straight, and increasingly few had the desire to reproduce, even with government offered incentives. Laws all over then changed to allow an individual to have up to four spouses. This was and is to provide “legitimacy” if you will, to people for whom that is important. Some places, as you might know, have also reversed a ban on the Consanguinity Statute, which allows first cousins to get married without sterility.” “Enterprising males began to emerge and they still exist. They make impregnating women for a fee, their life’s work. The best ones get checked regularly and make their body their temple and eat well and exercise. The worse Jacks are low-life infertile males scamming less than wealthy couples with fake motility results. Fucking wives and girlfriends for a fee, knowing damn well a baby will never be produced. There are also rumors of unwilling men being stalked, kidnapped, forced to produce sperm for underground sperm banking. Jacks of any caliber are illegal and unregulated.””In response, the government stepped in to hire a recruiter who headhunted the best of the best specialists centering around reproduction. The government built a secure lab and call it RePro.””The effort to increase the quality and movement of male sperm has seen the creation of MotoGo which has only been marginally successful but FDA approved. Unsatisfied scientists continued research that aimed to make sperm available to any woman who wanted to have a baby. To do this, they needed to use what they had plenty of, and that was women. Six years later, the prototype for Futaki was introduced to government officials. To get approval, RePro had to document all potential side effects Futa would be exposed to. They then needed to produce at least four happy, healthy children who lived to at least seven years of age. Officials needed to be sure there were no inherent birth defects from babies born of Futaki sperm.””Erring on the side of caution, RePro researchers did not apply for approval of Futaki as a medicine until the sixth of the oldest children turned nine. Far exceeding requirements, RePro received the official approval of Futaki as legitimate medicine. The government granted them millions more dollars to continue research. Researchers have now already turned their focus to custom genetics. Biodiversity is vital.” Dr. Ahmadi finishes and turns on a video. It is a year-old documentary on Futaki.A news camera follows scientists in lab coats as they complete the preparation of an implant. They then Bayan escort Ankara walk into an adjoining room, a doctor’s office. There stands, uncensored on the late-night news, a fully naked blond-haired woman with perky 34B breasts who receives a Futaki implant. Time lapses to two hours when the woman becomes sleepy and takes a nap. A further two hours later, the woman is still asleep, but we watch as the skin just above her clitoris tightens and begins to jut out like a finger beneath her skin to form a small phallic shape. We watch in amazement as it continues stretching and forming until her new cock has reached 10 inches in length. It is a penis, minus the ball sack. My jaw drops down to my toes and my eyes widen. She lays there peacefully asleep with a ten-inch cock between her legs.  The doctor wakes her up and tells her a sperm sample is needed. The woman gasps and moans as she grabs her newly grown cock and begins to jerk it as the doctor has asked. There is no time lapse, the woman cums in under two minutes, shooting thick, creamy-looking ropes of cum from her fat cock out into the cup. She, the doctor then puts a small sample on a slide and places it under a microscope, revealing millions of sperm wriggling about. Here is the proof. It is a reality now. Women can grow penises and release viable sperm with Futaki.  Scientists on screen explain that Futaki sperm is fifty times more potent than male sperm and we can get fully hard again in three to five minutes, making the breeding process more efficient. We learn that effects are reversible for five years and that our futa penises can retract to what would look like an extra belly button if we want to conceal them. Our sperm glands will be inside and situated alongside our ovaries, hijacking the fallopian tubes that will now shoot our sperm out of our future cocks.The documentary goes on to focus on the developmental lives of the first twenty-five children born of Futaki, from birth to their then-current age. There are interviews with various Futa whose images are censored and the women who had become pregnant by them. A few of the women wanted their child to know their sperm donor and some Futa were open to that. The children called them Fata. It was adorable seeing the Fatas meet some of their progeny for the first time.  Ending the video Mona states, “We are called Orchid Lady Ranch after the fact that some orchids have both female and male parts and are thus able to self-pollinate. You as resident advisors are to be our Orchid Ladies, having both male and female parts, except your job is inseminating the women that come through these doors. The ovulating women will live here with you in your suite, during their five-day ovulation cycle, and return monthly until they are pregnant. Only ever one woman at a time. These women do not have to have to be at the highest levels of health, but they are thoroughly assessed for disease and such. You will never be legally or financially responsible for any children produced. These women are coming from all over the world, some have certain expectations. Alyssa will provide you with a portfolio of each woman before her arrival. She is your Vessel.””There are no real days off, ovulation waits for no one. However, I do not expect you to work between the hours of eleven pm and seven am or have sex in your own bedroom. The women will know this. You receive twelve weeks (about three months) of paid vacation time per year.””Your pay is twelve thousand dollars a week tax-free as we are partially government-funded. You have no living expenses if you do not want any. Our concierge called Concierge is available twenty-four-seven; let him know what you want, and he will source it for you. You will also receive full health benefits; you do not have to use the doctors here onsite. Any objections so far?” No one had any except if she said twelve thousand dollars every week for eighteen months. She had. We were all stunned at the pay before the prospect of growing cocks to get women pregnant fully dawns on us. I try not to feel like a gigolo as I calculate my eighteen-month contract to be worth a cool $864,000. This explains why we had to be LGBT-friendly, the invasive exams, why our sexual histories were taken, the hypnotic journey through our childhoods, and why all the long personality tests had been given. Clearly chosen because we were of good breeding qualities and open to the idea of growing dicks and breeding women. I wonder how long they’d been watching us. Had they been watching me? I laughed off the thought.