Olivia was an average looking woman. Milk chocolate skin. Dark chocolate brown hair which was naturally straight and hung down to her shoulders. Her roasted chestnut eyes were brought out fully by the gold dusting of eyeliner she wore. The green and white outfit she had on accentuated the curvy nature of her body.
Her perky breasts matched the rounded curve of her ass which was only made more rounded-like by the rolling curves of her hips. She was the vision of any fertility goddess statue. She glanced down at her watch as she sat on the wooden bench outside the mall.
The cars had started filling in the parking lot. Which wasn't a surprise since it was a Friday. People had taken off work to go enjoy a day with family. For Olivia, there was no day off. Not in her line of work. She had over a hundred clients and worked around the clock to feed their...eccentric desires which kept her fed.
Actually it kept her more than fed. It allowed her to do just about anything. Go anywhere at almost anytime. She collected fifty percent of the profit from the business while the other half went to those that provided the item itself. Her chestnut eyes followed the gray four door sedan as it drove up the lot and parked on the side.
A smirk slid across her face as he stepped out. Kyle was a behemoth of a man. Nearly all muscle. Standing six and a half feet tall with golden brown hair that looked like someone had taken a honey glazed Graham cracker and made it his hair color. His tan skin, even from a distance was thick with muscles.
He walked with even trides and a sway in his step that displayed confidence. The alluring kind, not the pompous sort. She had always wondered what was beneath it all. Olivia was a professional. She kept to her business, never mixing it with pleasure. But this particular piece of pleasure blurred the lines of her ethical boundaries.
When he walked up to her she stared up at the behemoth of a man. A mountain of masculinity molded into raw gorgeous attraction that might have swayed some lesbians just a little. Olivia glanced at the bag in his hand and then back up at his eyes. Gorgeous sky blue eyes. She held his gaze for a moment more before extending a hand.
He let her take the bag and as always, she was surprised by its weight.
"The client has been eagerly looking forward to this." She smiled.
"Oh? How eager?" He asked, voice deep and rich.
"Try five hundred dollars an ounce eager."
His blue eyes widened. The most he had ever earned from a semen sell was nine hundred. This was triple that. Which would give him just shy of seventeen hundred. Olivia smirked. She saw that he was catching on and getting further drawn in. All she had to do was give him the guaranteed numbers.
"I have got five more clients waiting. Each willing to pay three hundred to six hundred an ounce. When do you think you can be ready?"
Kyle blushed slightly. Talking about him masturbating into a jar so openly seemed strange. The flush to his cheeks brought out a boyish appearance that gave him a cute look rather than his strict handsome expression. Olivia bit the corner of her lip again. She knew how young he was, which was why she approached him in the first place.
At the time she had no idea he ejaculated like a fucking stallion.
"When can you get me another jar?" He asked, glancing around as though others might catch on to what their conversation was pertaining to.
"I have several in my car right now. I can give you another one-"
"Three." He cut her off. "I'll take three. Let's meet on Monday."
