The Sperm Clinic Interviews a New Nurse Candidate - Sex Stories

The Sperm Clinic Interviews a New Nurse Candidate

Monday, Jane answered the ad. Tuesday, she got an email that she had been selected for an interview.The Lilly Cummins Institute for Reproductive Health would like to meet with you to discuss the opening it has for an assistant fertility coordinator.

It sounded like she'd be some kind of counselor, or maybe a public-facing representative, or someone in marketing? Public relations? Because while Jane, 53, did have a background in the pharmaceutical industry, she didn't have any medical training. The speed of the application process, and the fact they asked for a current headshot, kind of set off alarm bells in a too-good-to-be-true way.Why would they be so interested in me?she wondered.

It had been four months since she was laid off from her job, and the severance they gave her had almost run out. And besides, it’s a sperm donor clinic.Sounds … kinda fun!Jane thought, taking another long sip of chardonnay. When the wine hit her bloodstream, she decided what the fuck.Go for it..

The next morning she showed up to the clinic, a nondescript, postmodern, run-of-the-mill commercial real estate office park out by the freeway, that actually had no signage out front, to interview for this position. A receptionist at the intake desk noted her arrival and motioned Jane to sit in the waiting room, where they had a coffee machine. As she watched a house-flipping show on the waiting room TV, she was suddenly aware of a man's muffled cries beyond the thin drywall of the cheap and ...

... shabbily arranged office.

“Oh God, oh yes, just like that! Fuck!" he gasped. It sounded like he was being tortured. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!!!! Ohhhhhhh God yes!”

The sound of male orgasm made Jane flush red, purse her lips, cross her legs and then pick up a fashion magazine off the waiting room table to pretend to be interested in its gossip.Well, someone’s having a good time, she thought. Then the receptionist stepped out from behind her desk, clipboard in hand, and said — so cheerfully, as if she was deliberately oblivious to the sex sounds coming from the back of the clinic — “Mr. Owen will see you now.”

Mister. Jane thought, suspiciously.Not doctor.

She opened the door to usher Jane into the back of the dark, windowless facility, where she was immediately met with an asphyxiating aroma of lube, sweat, and cum. It didn't make Jane gag; rather it made her nostrils flare. It was like being hit in the face with a cloud of sex pheromones. There was a row of what basically looked like dressing room stalls along the right side of the clinic. Two nurses were at a central desk, talking on the phone and tippity-tapping on their computer keyboards. Except they were not dressed like real nurses, in blue scrubs. They were wearing what looks like the kind of sexy nurse costume you'd find from one of those spice-up-your marriage lingerie catalogs. Further, their makeup and hair was so provocative to the point of unprofessional.

They looked like strippers in nurse costumes, ...