I stepped into the large, cold office. It was empty, save for a large, vintage wooden desk, an ordinary office chair on either side of it, and a small, metal table under the window. There was nothing on either the desk nor the table, but that's how Dr. Hu liked it, simple. Sheri Hu was a middle-aged Chinese-American urologist, who had been with the program since its inception. She was kind and very smart, but also to the point. She was also my boss.
"Sandra, please sit," the doctor instructed, entering the office behind me. "Do tell me, how is our newest donor faring? What is his name again? Dan?"
"Do you mean Ben?" I chuckled, both of us taking a seat at the desk.
"Ah, yes. Ben. He seems like a good fit."
"I think so. He did well today," I explained. "He gave four participants a healthy deposit with no trouble."
"That's fantastic," Dr. Hu exclaimed with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, which wasn't much at all. "Sandra, I'd like you to begin coaching him. We're seeing an unprecedented number of young women signing up for the program and we just don't have the men to handle the demand."
"You'd like me to coach him?" I asked. "I'm not sure if I understand." My job was simply to monitor the donor I was assigned. Coaching was not in my job description.
"We need to start thinking about the future of the USRP. The program is a resounding success and women are signing up in droves for the opportunity to have a child and help our country. In less than a century, our population has dwindled to a mere one-hundred and twenty million. We all need to do our part. I'm only asking you to do this because I believe in you, and I like what I see in young Ben. We need more like him, he's confident and strong."
"And super hot," I whispered under my breath.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Oh...I, uh...was just agreeing with you, doctor. You're absolutely right, Ben is a great guy...I mean, a great donor."
"Okay, then. So I take it you're on board?"
"I guess so, but what am I supposed to coach him on?" I asked.
"First things first, he'll need to continue getting injections. Once a week until I feel he's in optimum condition."
"Wait," I interrupted, "more injections? I thought that three was all that the donors could be given."
"Sandra, we must be able to keep up with demand. There's no risk in giving him more injections as long as he can handle the physical demand. That's where you come in, as his coach."
"Okay, so what exactly am I going to coach him on?" I asked, still confused.
"Four deposits is an excellent start. Don't get me wrong. I remember when the program started, most men would be lucky if they could inseminate three women in one day. We're continually developing the treatment, Sandra. My goal would be to have Ben inseminate ten girls in a session"
"Ten!?" I almost fell out of my chair when she said it. "Are you still planning on him doing three sessions per shift? That's thirty women! It's impossible!"
"Oh, it is very possible, but like I said, Ben will have to be able to control his orgasms, and his stamina. He can't expel all of his seed prematurely. Your job will be to help him regulate ejaculations and last long enough to succeed."
"Oh, man, this is crazy," I said, now sweating from the thought of this new task.
"Not crazy. Necessary," Dr. Hu said, bluntly. "I will see Ben tomorrow morning for his next injection, he will need a full day before you can start working with him. I will lower his workload to twice a week, one session a day to start. His next session will be Monday. Any questions?"
"Um, yeah, a ton! For starters, how am I supposed to know what to do to help him?"
"Oh, come now, Sandra. You're a young, attractive woman. I think you'll know exactly what to do."
Dr. Hu rose abruptly from her chair and exited the office, leaving me slumped in the chair opposite her. I sat there for a good ten minutes, wrapping my head around what just happened. I did my best to remain professional around Ben even though I found him incredibly attractive. He was a few years younger than me, at twenty-two. I knew all his stats, of course: six-three, a hundred and eighty pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, size eleven shoes, occasional drinker, moderate sex life.
What wasn't listed in his file was his penis size, which I had been growing more curious about since joining the program. For me, penis size wasn't something I ever thought about when I was with a guy. Now, I would be wondering how big the guy was sitting across from me on the bus, or better yet, if he was a donor. I knew the injections donors received caused some growth in that department, but it varied by donor. It wasn't quite clear in what fashion I'd be "helping" Ben, but I hoped it would be physical in nature.