“You’re body has character. I can tell.”
I’ve never been groomed, but I imagine this is how it feels.
The advert on the noticeboard just said ‘Models Required. Cash Paid’. I needed cash.
The sperm bank had already refused my deposit. Apparently they already had more than enough of my seed.
“Now it’s £15. Unless…”
“Unless what?” Stupid, stupid question.
“I can make it £50 if you’d pose nude for the class.”
I nod and get naked.
“Where do you want me?”
He peers over his glasses.
“I admire your enthusiasm, but the class, dear boy, is tomorrow night.”