Hayden's Tale

Dear, Diary.  
As the private jet approached the beautiful tropical island, I started to look back at the events of the past four weeks that had sent me here.  It all seems so far away and strange.  I am writing what I can remember here, as I doubt I will be able to remember any of this at the end of my year on the island.

A month ago, I read an ad for a secretary on a private island while at my yearly ob/gyn check-up.  After my doctor pronounced my reproductive system healthy and my IUD still in perfect position for the 5th year in a row, I ask her about the ad.  She smiled and that several of her patients had worked for the group over the past ten years and enjoyed.  She said they paid well, provided a great place to live, and the weather and beaches were lovely.

I copied down the number as I left her office and made the call while I sat in my car waiting for the heater to warm things up.  It was the middle of January and it was a balmy 34 degrees Fahrenheit in the sun.  So the idea of a tropical island for a year was a wonderful thought.

The woman that answered the phone asked me to come in for an interview right away.  I asked for more time as I had just left the doctor's office and wasn't dressed for an interview.  I could almost hear her smiling as she said that if I had just gotten out of a doctor's office where I would have seen the ad I would be fine.  So, I took her at her word and drove over to the office.

It was a spacious building with placards indicating that several doctors, lawyers, and other professionals had offices there.  The office I was looking for was marked - Dr. Casey Jones - Sex/Reproductive Therapist.  It was the first door to the right of the big atrium and had a small waiting room with beautiful paintings all over the walls.

The woman at the window was in her late-30s and smiled as she worked.  When I tapped on the window, her smile brightened and she gave me a very cheery, "hello."  I told her I was there for an interview and she said I would love the island.  After she announced my presence, she told me that all the women working in the building had spent time on the island.  Even the lawyer and accountant that had offices on the third floor had started out as secretaries on the island.  She told me all this with a smile and went on to tell me about the weather and the beaches.  She was just finishing up her description when a woman in her mid to late-40s came into the office and introduced herself as Jane Dawson - the doctor's head secretary and nurse.

I followed her back to her office and took a seat in the comfortably oversized leather chair in front of her desk.  She looked me up and down, smiling the whole time.  She had some papers on her desk and began asking me questions, some made sense, some confused me, and other had me wondering what they had to do with the job:
Name: Hayden Snow   Age: 25	Height:5'4"	Weight: 130lbs	Breast size: 36D
Secretarial experience/training: typing and business courses in high school and college; three years as secretary at now closed jewelry store
Employer: none, lost job 3 month ago when jewelry store closed	
Family: nothing closer than second cousins
Married or in a relationship: no	Sexual orientation: heterosexual
How was your last physical: great		Last ob/gyn visit: excellent
Last period: two weeks ago	Ever been pregnant: twice	Give birth: once, adopted out	The other: aborted	How did you feel about that: it was the best thing and was relieved when it was over
Birth Control: IUD	How long: 5 years	
How long do you plan to use it: until doctor says it has to come out
What would you do if you got pregnant while on birth control: abort it
Would you stop using birth control if asked to for the position: yes
What would you do if became pregnant after stopping birth control: abort it

	Her smile just kept getting wider and brighter as I answered each question.  She would nod and make notes as she went and sighed contentedly as she wrote down my answer to the last question.

	"Well, Hayden, we can have you starting on the island in four weeks.  Think you can pack up and take care of all your business by then?" She asked me with a smile and a gleam in her eyes.  Of course I said "yes" otherwise I would not be about to land on the beautiful island I see out my window on the airplane.  However, I did ask her if there was anything I would have to do for the job before I left for the island.

	She smiled sweetly, "Of course there are a few things, mostly just the usually employee paper work.  However, for this particular position, there are a few more things you would need to do if you want the job."  I nodded and looked in her eyes as I ask, "what would those things be?"  Her smile turned almost into a leer as she said, "Have that IUD removed right away.  Find any man and have sex for the next week.  If you need help finding a guy we can help you." I stared at her for a moment with my mouth wide open and silent.  She sighed, "We need to be certain that if you become pregnant during your time in our employment on the island you will abort if you conceive.  The doctor would be most happy if you arrive pregnant."  I nodded numbly, "how long do I have to decide?"  Her smile did turn into a wicked grin as she said, "The IUD must be removed by the end of work today and you must start having sex tonight."

I gulped, how could I get an appointment to have the IUD removed today? How could I find a guy to have sex with on short notice?  Was the job worth all this?  As if sensing my thoughts, she went on, "Your doctor will see you before she goes home tonight if you wish, she has an agreement with us.  We can provide a fertile male to spend the next several days with you if you cannot find one yourself.  The job pays $70,000 for the year, plus two more years at $35,000.  While on the island all your meals and expenses are covered, you pay only for any thing extra you may want from the market on the next island over."

I continue to stare at her as she tells me all this.  I decide the money and the promise of three years of income is just too good to turn down.  "I will do it." I say in a small voice, and she looks at me.  "I will do it," I say in a more assertive voice, positive of my decision now.  She nods and picks up the phone, I hear her taking to my doctor and setting up my appointment.  When she is off the phone, "The doctor will remove the IUD as soon as you get there.  She says there is a good chance of you getting pregnant right now as she saw two follicles ready to release eggs when she did you sonogram earlier.

I nod with a weak smile, "And a guy to help in this?"  She presses her intercom, "Maya, send in Tomas please."  The door opened and a tall tanned man walked into the room.  "Tomas, this is Hayden.  She will be the new island secretary for Dr. Casey."  Tomas looks me up and down with a wicked grin on his face.  "She needs your help for a few days, to see if her eggs will take."  Tomas grins, "I could do that."  "Good take her to her doctor's office where she will have her IUD removed, then take her to the doctor's cabin for the next several days.  Neither of you is to come back to town in less than 10 days.  Make sure plenty of sperm makes its way to her eggs Tomas."  He grins and nods, "I will."  I gulp and get up to leave with him, "My car?" "It will be safe here until you return." I nod and follow Tomas out the door.

As you can guess, from there we went to the doctor, Tomas watched from behind the doctor as she carefully removed the IUD and then revivified that I would soon have at least two eggs waiting to be fertilized.  Tomas then took me to the cabin and for 10 days he left his tick sperm deep inside me twice a day with my butt raised up on cushions for up to an hour after each time.

When we got back to town I packed up what I needed and had the rest put into storage.  I cancelled all my utilities and broke my rental agreement for the apartment.  My period did not come, but I was not allowed to test.  I was told the doc would test me in an exam right after I land on the island.  Tomas or another man from the doctor's office was always watching me, making sure I would be ready on time and not test or change my mind.  The day I was to leave for the island Tomas picked me up and walked me to my seat on the plane.  He patted my belly, "I hope and think there is something in there of mine.  If there is, please ask the doc to inform me when it is no longer there," he said with a wicked grin and left the plane.  He was outside watching until the door was closed and the plane started to taxi.

Now here I am, my period two weeks late and about to land on a beautiful secluded island.  I hope I made the right decision.  It's too late to turn back now.
