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Title: Taking Steps: Date by Appointment
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 881

The flight of stairs was inviting, the dark texture of the stones so solidly uncompromising under the lush living greenery spilling over it at the sides. The blades of those plants seemed to stretch towards whoever mounted those steps.

Everett paused. The advertisement had said, ‘Cash for those who dare. Donate blood. We do all the Work.’ The house at the top of the stairs didn’t look like a Blood Bank. The time of day was late too, but he’d thought that the appointment had been arranged with the idea of being able to fit the donating around people’s day time jobs. That had worked for him, he’d spent all day going from interview to interview and had had time for quick stop to pick up a burger before showing up here.

Taking a breath, he started climbing hoping that this wouldn’t take too long. The appointment made on-line had seemed efficient and clinical, a little creepy and anonymous; user name: guest, password: blood. There’d been a few questions about his medical history once he’d filled in the normal; age, gender, weight, blood type. Sexual orientation wasn’t that odd an addition to the list anymore and he expected it when the little popup box questioned his last HIV test date and results. Evidently his answers were judged to be acceptable as he was told to check back the next day using his log-in information. And so, here he was climbing ‘interesting’ stairs towards an equally ‘interesting’ house, he blew out a breath to ease his tension.

The door was solid, no windows, and looked able to withstand any attack from a zombie apocalypse. Perhaps these were survivalists, who were prepping for all eventualities. The hill the house stood on could easily hide quite a large underground compound. He scanned the front of the house and spotted the cameras discretely concealed under the eaves and nodded to himself, ‘Yep, preppers. Best to get this over and done and back to trying to make a living in the present.’

The door opened silently before he even sought out the doorbell, revealing a mirrored antechamber that gave the illusion of openness in the small space of the common elevator. He’d been in such an elevator once at a hospital and had the same reaction. There was something unsettling about seeing multiples of yourself reflected from whatever direction you looked. The door behind him had closed just as soundlessly as it had opened and the wall in front of him slid to the side.

“Ah, you are punctual. That is a favorable attribute in a donor. Please follow me and we’ll get you hooked up.” The woman wore a closed smile and a costume somewhat like a nurse dressed as a governess with long skirts in dark muted colors.
‘Okay, so maybe a Steampunk club or variation there of.’ He shrugged internally. It was getting curiouser and curiouser but the room she led him to was nice. The lights were dimmed and there was a large comfortable recliner next to a small table with a quaint linen cloth draped down over the top. There was no sign of the implements of torture and he found himself smiling at the whimsical thought.

“If you could take off your jacket and shirt please? I will need to do a small verifying physical; nothing more than temperature, heart rate and blood pressure. Here let me place a cloth over the chair.” She fit the action to the words and carried out the mini-exam with the efficiency of the long practice. Again she gave that closed mouth smile, “You seem to be a bit excited. That happens more often than you’d think with such affairs, especially with first time donors. We are very avant-garde and have nitrous oxide available, just enough to take the edge off nerves.”

Before he knew it a mask was over his mouth and nose.

“Breathe deeply please. Afterwards you’ll be given a large glass of orange juice and some oxygen to counteract the effects.” The smile sweetened or the laughing gas was working. “I’ll send in your individual now, I think you are ready.” She patted him on the shoulder, “Any arrangement for other services are between the two of you and usually are reflected in the monetary amount paid to you.”

Everett didn’t even notice as she left. A man in evening attire entered and smiled at him.

“Oh, you are perfect.” He pulled up a chair beside the recliner and sat. “I need to prepare you,” and the smile widened, “so luscious.” Fingers played over Everett’s chest, cool fingers circling and then scraping lightly over his nipples before rolling them. “Absolutely perfect,” was said as lips mouthed over the plains of his abdomen and a hand worked the zipper of his pants. Cool air fanned over his rapidly stiffening cock and a kiss was placed over the small mouth at its head. “You set such a delectable table, I don’t know where to start,” was breathed near his ear. “I think with a kiss to the lips,” and Everett felt chilled lips on his own before the sucking nip as he was savored.

His cock grew under the expert manipulation of his diner’s grasp and waited for its turn, probably for dessert.

Continues with Part 2

The Rijks museum in Holland had an idea: Let's bring the art to the people and then, hopefully, they will come to see more - at the museum. They took one Rembrandt painting from 1642, Night Watch and brought to life the characters in it, placed them in a busy mall and the rest you can see for yourself!



BEFORE YOU CLICK on the link below.....take a good look at the painting above. Then click to enjoy the video.

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http://www.youtube.com/embed/a6W2ZMpsxhg?feature=player_embedded