<strong>Character:</strong>Virgil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Partner<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Pre-lunch, August 21st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Raina<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Post Paperwork and Doctor Visit<br/><br/>“Then let’s get to your room. We have time for you to get to your room and either take a relaxing soak in the hot tub, or get a tour of the ranch, but not both unfortunately.” said Virgil with a smile before taking her bag from her.<br/><br/>“As for how I do this? One day at a time. I actually hadn’t planned on taking over the Ranch for another decade or so, but my parents both died in a car crash. One thing led to another and the ranch started losing money. Devi and I had always been on the kinky side as we’d been swingers since college. Well one day one of our friends told me that I’d gotten her pregnant. Very long story short, we found that there were women who wanted children but for one reason or another had problems. Be it that they wanted the child, but not the ‘Baby’s Daddy’ drama, or they were a lesbian couple and needed a man but didn’t want the uncomfortable issue of having to choose between a stranger, a man that they knew, or a fertility clinic. The reasons go on and on.”<br/><br/>“Finally we were talking with a couple on Vacation from England who said that they’d<em>pay</em>to have the wife get pregnant as the husband was firing blanks. The invitro process seemed too callous for them. So Devi was the one who came up with the idea. Soon word started moving in our select circle of friends and we had women lined up for it. As our bills started getting caught up, she got the idea of turning it into a business.”<br/><br/>“After practically entering Law School, Devi found a way to do what we’re doing in a completely legal manner. By marketing ourselves as a specialized fertility clinic and insemination center, we avoid a lot of the scrutiny of being a whore house. As you know, all of our guests are expected to produce an up to date STD screening. All of our studs are screened both for STD’s and virility. We only allow those with a high sperm count to be studs. Those that contract anything that can’t be cured are not allowed to be studs. They’re welcome to work and live on the Ranch and they get paid rather well for their work. I value all of my employees. In fact there are many men and women who work for me who simply aren’t interested in this aspect of the Ranch. Many work here to work as proper ranch hands.”<br/><br/>“As far as my dream job is concerned…. Not really. I wanted to be a masseuse and chiropractor. I’d finished massage school about three weeks before my parent’s death and never finished my education for being a chiropractor. I’m still helping people like I wanted too… just never thought I’d do it this way. I won’t lie and say that it hasn’t caused some rifts between Devi and I though.”<br/><br/>Finally they got to a room. He pulled out a key and said, “This is your copy, we ask that you don’t lose it. Management has the other copy, but we won’t enter your room unless we feel you are in danger.”<br/><br/>He guided her through the suite. It was essentially a studio apartment. Given that most guests would be here no longer than two weeks, there was no need for anything larger. However, the suite did have a jacuzzi tub large enough for three. All of the suites did.<br/><br/>There was a cushioned bench in front of a make up vanity and he guided her over to it.<br/><br/>“Please have a seat. I think you could benefit from a shoulder massage to help you unwind a little bit. If I might be so bold.” Said Virgil as he reached up from behind her and began to massage her shoulders and neck. He started gently, but the intensity changed depending on if he found a knot to work loose. He would stop if she sought him to do so, but if she didn’t he would continue to give her a massage.<br/><br/>He never slipped anywhere improper, never going any lower than her collarbone and up to the base of her skull.<br/>