"Are you sure you want a baby?"
The question sounded much more serious than before. Sarah tilted her head to the left and looked at Hannah who was staring and waiting for her to answer. Sarah didn't understand. She had told her before that she wanted a baby and of course she meant what she had just said.
"Yes, I really want a baby, my own baby," she nodded and added with a sweet smile, "I know this is silly because I don't think I would find any man that would like to donate his sperm to me, but I..."
She blushed prettily. Hannah had to admit that even though the older girl dressed so out of fashion but she was indeed an adorable girl. Though she wore a plain baggy sweater, it didn't hide the fact that she had the goods. Her skin was also so smooth. She didn't have much confidence and looked very shy but with a little touch, Hannah knew, she could make her a woman that even Chuck couldn't say no to.
"You will be a single parent, are you sure you're okay with that?" Hannah cut in, she bit her lower lip, she needed to make sure that what she was about to do was the right thing.
Sarah chuckled, "I don't mind. I don't have any family left. My mom protected me and raised me up very well, she did it all alone. Her mother had to worked so hard to give her the best she can when she was young. "I could raise my child just fine. I would love my child so much that I don't need a husband to help me."
"I still don't understand," Hannah started again, "you can just sleep with one of your students, I bet there are male students that are handsome amongst the students you teach in university, right?"
Hannah did not understand it. Sarah smiled. She knew Hannah didn't understand her reason at all. The reason why he wanted someone like Chuck Bartowski to impregnate her.
"I teach at Stanford University, Hannah, my students are geniuses. My IQ is 180, if the father of my baby were another genius, my baby would be born as a genius and that is terrible!"
Why would having a genius baby a terrible thing? Hannah narrowed her eyes and asked the question but Sarah shook her head.
"No, you don't know, I had been bullied at school because I was smarter than them, it was really hard. I... I don't have any friends, it was really lonely... Being a genius is so much pain, I don't want my child to be in the same position as me... I need a handsome yet not too bright guy to father my child."
Still didn't quite understand Hannah sighed, "then you could go to a bar and find a guy there, make them drunk, slept with him, and voila... You will get pregnant!"
"But I can't!" Sarah pouted, her eyes were still red and puffy but she doesn't look sad anymore, "I can't sleep with random any guy. I need to know about his health first, and also many things!"
Hannah let out a heavy sighed. She knew that this was one chance that God had showed her. She shouldn't let it go.
For few second Hannah told herself that this would be for the best of all of them.
"What would you say if I told you I could make Chuck Bartowski sleep with you?"
To tell the truth, Sarah wanted to go home right now. She didn't understand what she is doing here. In a place like this, dressed like this. The heels were killing her and the dress showed too much skin than what she used to, she felt naked. Not only because she put on some make up or because she curled her hair to be a little wavier and more sensual. But also, because she knew that in a few hours from now, she might sleep with one of the most famous athletes in the country, Chuck Bartowski.
That is if he wanted to sleep with her. Chuck had been infamous for being a playboy. His girlfriends were always those younger models whose weight was half of Sarah's weight. For the umpteenth time that night, Sarah lost her confidence. It shouldn't be too late for her to go back home now, just before Hannah's friend comes to pick her up.
This place wasn't her favorite kind of place. She could smell alcohol from every direction, the sound of unfamiliar music deafened her. She had never been in a night club before and she decided that she doesn't like it.
She really wanted to go home.
"Nervous?"
Sarah couldn't believe Hannah asked her that. Of course, she was nervous. It would be weird if she wasn't. She wasn't a virgin but she only knew one man in her whole life. What she was about to do now was humiliating but this was also her only chance to have a baby just like what she had always wanted. This kind of opportunity would not come to her twice and she couldn't waste it.
"Remember, you're a prostitute tonight," Hannah smiled, "you have to be confident. This is for your dream. For your baby!"
Sarah nodded though she didn't really understand why she did it. She wanted a baby and here she was, dressing up like a slut and had to act like one. How could she know how to act like one when she had never met one?
Hannah didn't know what was in Sarah's mind at the time but she looked gorgeous tonight. She couldn't believe that Sarah had never worn any dress before let alone an inviting one like this. Sarah had a perfect body that would make the girls green and the guys crazy. The black dress was new. It took an hour for Hannah to make Sarah agree to buy the dress. It wasn't that revealing actually but the way it hugged her body perfectly would make any man drool. Hannah also did Sarah's hair this evening. It's wavy and more girly now, it was cute yet sexy at the same time. Sarah blushed when she looked at herself in the mirror and told Hannah that she wasn't sure that it was a good idea to over-dress like this but Hannah told her that she needed to do this if she wanted to have a baby from Chuck.
Hannah looked at her watch, "He should be here anytime soon. Remember, don't let them know who you really are. You're a prostitute right now, a high-class one but still, they 'bought' you as a present. Don't be too shy, ok? We don't want them to know about our plan."
She could only nod nervously while praying that her mother in heaven would forgive her for what she would do tonight. She had never had sex with anyone but her ex-boyfriend before and tonight she would do it with the infamous playboy, Chuck Bartowski. Someone like Chuck must have many experiences with woman. He would know that she wasn't a real prostitute. What if... What if he realized that she had so little experience and decided not to do it with her? Hannah had told her that the boys would make him really drunk so it would be easy for her to seduce Chuck but the problem was, Sarah Walker had never seduced anyone!
"Yo, Hannah!"
Sarah stiffened and turned to see a man who was grinning and waving his hand at her friend. It must have been Manoosh Depak, Hannah's boyfriend and also Chuck's friend who would buy her as a present.
"You're fifteen minutes late, Manoosh!" Hannah frowned, "what are you doing?"
The man named Manoosh shrugged boyishly, "sorry but I have to find the right time to leave his place. Told them I'm off buying some more booze and pizza."
His girlfriend snickered, "whatever. This is the woman I told you. She is twenty-five, good enough, right?"
Sarah fought the urge to pout. She was twenty-eight years old and she didn't want to pretend to be younger than she actually was but Hannah said that Chuck would only go for younger girls. Manoosh looked at her from head to toe and back to her face. She blushed a little and hoped that Manoosh wouldn't realize it. A prostitute wasn't supposed to blush so easily after all. Manoosh was about to say something when his cellphone rang. Sarah sighed secretly when Manoosh took his eyes away from her as he answered the phone.
"Yo, Lazlo, yeah, I met her. She's with me now," Manoosh rubbed under his nose with one hand Manoosh turned to look at Sarah one more time, smirking this time, "Yeah, she's good. Hmm? Twenty-four, she is twenty-four years old."
Sarah frowned; she had lost four years from her real age.
"Yeah, I know. Just make sure he is drunk, okay? I'll be there soon," Manoosh ended the conversation with a laugh, "yeah sure, see you later."
"So," Manoosh smiled, "what's your name, babe?"
"Uh, Kara..." she choked, she knew she shouldn't give him her real name, "just call me Kara,"
Manoosh whistled, he turned to his girlfriend, "you got him a princess?"
Hannah smirked, "well, he's the prince charming tonight."
Manoosh nodded and he handed Sarah a white envelope, "this is your payment, if you do it good, he might give you more."
Sarah was speechless but she accepted the money and put it in her purse without even bothering to look at it. She didn't really need the money; she only needs Chuck's sperm but of course she couldn't say it. She was a prostitute for tonight she shouldn't complain about how they treat her. She just made a mental note to donate the money the first thing tomorrow morning.
"Ok, we gotta go now," Manoosh pulled Hannah for a quick kiss, "I will call you later, ok?"
Hannah just waved her hand. When Sarah turned to look at her friend as she walked out of the room with Manoosh, the younger girl mouthed an inaudible "good luck" for her.
Sure. She would really need it.
"Ah," they were in the car when Manoosh remembered about something important, Sarah looked at the man confusedly as he looked for something in his coat's pocket. He grinned when he found it. Manoosh pulled out a big fat shiny ribbon, "since you were a birthday gift, would you wear this around your neck?"
Sarah bit her lower lip.
It was a pink ribbon.
There was something his friends were hiding from him. He didn't know what it was but knowing his friends, it must have been something crazy. He didn't say anything though. He pretended not to notice how Manoosh had suddenly announced that he would go out to buy some pizzas, or how Fernando kept looking at his watch every five minutes, or how Lazlo excused himself to make a phone call twenty minutes after Manoosh left the room, or how Jeff and Lester tried to make him drunk... Chuck Bartowski wasn't stupid. He could see clearly that his friends were planning something for his birthday but he decided to play along. After all it was so nice of them to prepare for such a surprise for him.
Chuck drank his beer and laughed at whatever joke Jeff had just said, he didn't really care. He had another thing in his mind at the time. Like what the surprised would be.
To be honest, he didn't really want to celebrate his twenty ninth birthday. Twenty ninth was a sacred number for him. One more year before he became thirty years old man. That wasn't young anymore, he had to admit it. And he didn't really want to grow old. He wasn't ready. Twenty-nine years old and loveless... Chuck didn't really want to celebrate tonight but these people who called themselves his friends had told him that this was the right time to party.
The room was practically a mess. Chuck sat on the couch, a can of beer in his hand, Lester was in the kitchen answering some phone call from one of his wags, Jeff was on the carpeted floor, half drunk and telling some bad jokes to whoever listening. Lazlo was in the other side of the room, playing darts with Fernando. This sure was a boring party. Chuck had drunk too much and now his got a headache. He was about to tell the guys that he would go back to his bed room when the door bell rang. It must have been Manoosh.
Lazlo was the first one to move, "I'll see who's that."
Chuck followed him with his eyes. For some reason he was glad. Finally, Manoosh was back and he could know what his friends were actually hiding from him.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUCK!"
Chuck dropped the beer.
In front of him standing is a woman he had never met before. The woman looked ridiculous with the big pink satin ribbon around her neck but still he had to admit that the woman had a pair of beautiful long legs. And perfect proportions.
When he realized it, all of his friend had retreated at the back of the room, singing some weird happy birthday song for him. The whole time, his eyes were on the woman. What was she doing here? More importantly, who the hell was this damn woman? Don't tell me... they bought me a woman as a birthday present? Chuck cursed mentally. He knew his friends were crazy but not this crazy.
"Happy twenty ninth birthday, Chuck!"
Chuck groaned, "what the hell is this?"
Manoosh grinned. his hands on the woman's shoulder, "this is your birthday present."
"ARE YOU CRAZY?!" Chuck shouted, "I DON'T WANT A SLUT AS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT!"
Sarah flinched at the word. She chewed on her lower lip. She didn't think it would be wise of her to say anything at the time. She was surprised. She hasn't thought that Chuck Bartowski would be so different than what she saw in television. In reality, the man looks much more intimidating. His hair didn't look as weird as what she saw in the television. He looked more refined... More handsome. And his voice... He was shouting but Sarah couldn't help but to notice how manly he sound.
"That wasn't so nice, Chuck," Jeff pouted, "we paid so much for this one..." he looked at Sarah and licked his lips, "don't you think she looked fabulous... Look at those ass..."
"If you want, you can have her yourself," once again, Sarah tried to control her emotion, she was a prostitute, she shouldn't be angry just because of... that, "I don't want her. Listen, I don't like old women."
Sarah opened her mouth but nothing came out. She was too shocked to find the right word to say. Old woman? How could he call her old? She was at least few months younger than him!
"She wasn't old, she is twenty years old," Manoosh explained, "only two years older than your ex-girlfriend."
Just like that, she was aged back eight more year.
"No is no, she is too old," Chuck folded his arm and scowled, "she isn't my type, listen, you guys can do whatever you want with her if you like, I appreciate the thought but... no, I won't do her."
Sarah panicked. She had to do something. It would be ultra-embarrassing if she had come this far and done nothing. No, she had been this close to her dream, she wouldn't stop here.
"Well, that's too bad," Sarah sighed, she hoped that she sounded as bored as she planned to, "when they booked me, they only told me that you're hard to please, Chuck..." His name gave a weird sensation to her tongue but she continued, "if only they told me, you have an ED, I would never agree no matter how much they pay me."
In a second the room had been filled with silence. The men couldn't believe in what the woman had said. The woman, the prostitute they had bought as a birthday present, had accused Chuck Bartowski of having an ED. Chuck was red, he opened his mouth then closed it again only to open it again but no word came out. She stood there bravely, looked at him right in his eyes, she had no way to give up right now.
"You say I have an ED huh?" Chuck was angry, his friends could see it.
Sarah smiled innocently, "you don't? Don't worry, I think it's normal for an over-stressed old man to..."
"You're calling me an OLD MAN?!"
This was exactly what she wanted, a stupid man to be the father of her baby. Sarah smiled sweetly, "but you called me an old woman. You're twenty-nine now, right? Then it means you're an old man. Am I wrong?" she added some more fuel to the fire, "well, actually, it's okay... when I work, I don't expect to be pleased. So even if you couldn't please me, it's okay, it's my job to please you. But of course, an ED is another story... We can't get anywhere if you couldn't get hard, can we?"
By the time she finished taunting him, Sarah prayed in her mind that what she had done was the right thing. If Chuck was really a man with such a high pride like what Hannah had told her then she wished she could provoke him with her words. That had been her last resort though, if it didn't work then she had no choice but to give up her dream to have a baby from a stupid yet handsome man.
"I am sorry guys, but could you leave us alone? I will be very busy tonight so please close the door when you leave this place."
It happened so fast. Chuck grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her to his bed room.
