… well, they were people at least.
Through the haze stepped a blonde haired woman, tall and strong shouldered with a small piercing in her belly button.
“so … hi”
Another woman stepped forward, shorter than her lover. A darker skinned woman with short black hair, chunky but not unfit, her assets attempting to escape the modesty of her standard-issue undergarments.
“Hi, sir”
There was an awkward pause as you stared at them dumbfoundedly. Then a realization crept in real time across the taller blonde one’s face.
“Oh! Yeah! Sorry about the grabbing thing, it was a bit sudden I admit but we just had to get you.”
“That makes it sound worse!” the black haired woman hushed, hands on her hips.
“Well you go on then!” the blonde hushed back in the well practiced tones of a bickering couple.
The darker-skinned woman cleared her throat.
“I’m Louise and this tall sexy thing here is Michelle and yeah we are sorry about the shock of grabbing you like that. Are you ok?” she remarked, placing a warm hand on your seated knee.
“Uh … yeah … but … why?” you stammered out, as Louise bent over down to your level.
Michelle’s eyes widened as your words triggered excitement. “I can answer that!”
Louise shot her an endearing look.
“Well y’see … we have a thing we’d like to do but we don’t just want to use any old thing to do it so we got our friend in the clinic to give us the scans of each person that came in so we could get exactly what we want!” Michelle beamed, holding her hands innocently.
You still had no idea what that meant.
“Yes, when you came into the clinic you were scanned at the front desk. Our friend passed that scan to us and we took a look and we think you might be able to help us” Louise motioned to her partner, embracing Michelle closely.
The cogs started turning as a fear boner perked up at the ominous vagueness of these two women. You weren’t tied down, but who knows what would happen if you made a move …
“So … what’s the … what’s this thing?” you asked, the burning question released to the air.
“Well … we want to have kids. To be moms. With babies.” said Michelle sweetly staring into her lover’s smile.
Oh no.
“I’m sorry, real sorry but … but I’m not dad material! I don’t think I’m ready for … any of that!”
Louise stridently walked behind you and the chair, placing a relaxing hand on your shoulders and softly cooing.
“Shh shh shh … relax … we don’t want *your* babies. We want our own, with your help” she said, starting up a gentle massage.
“Yeah, we could get any old sperm from anybody but … well, the scan showed you have the right combination of other things to help us” said Michelle, bending in front of you to place her hands on your legs and come down to eye level.
Michelle and Louise shot each other a knowing smile as they were a step closer to their goals, and you simply couldn’t grasp what that goal was.
“Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you. But we would like your help.”