- Joined
- Jan 27, 2011
"Greetings, customer. We would like to cordially gift you a free session with one of our talented massage therapists. Come experience the wonders as we make all that stress of life practically melt away. Here at the House of Venus, we're not satisfied until you are."
That was the letter that Daniel 'Danny' Stuard received, out of the blue. He never filled out a survey, never got a telemarketing call, never had any inkling of this place. It was only when he showed the letter to some of his friends that he learned what it was and that it was a legitimate offer. And the things they had to say...Well, they successfully convinced him to go there.
"Prepare to have your mind blown" he muttered, unable to help but snort as he approached the establishment; that was what his friends said to him. Of course, the five-foot-nine, bald-headed, blue-eyed male would just have to see how 'mind-blowing' this really was. There was the sign about the entrance, reading in bright gold lettering "House of Venus" on a black background with the sub-caption "An experience that's out of this world". Danny pinched the bridge of his nose at that; they really had to use that tired-ass line? But then, he was a marketing executive whose job was to design advertising campaigns for the software company he worked at. A career that entailed many a sleepless night and because he was one of their best, often had his supers breathing down his neck. And it was partly due to this that he was convinced to go in, to help take the stress off.
He felt like it couldn't hurt; his latest project had his body all tensed up. He had to try to design a platform for a new campaign to pitch to consumers, something that would catch their eye. But he couldn't do that because their competitors were getting very good at hiding what they were doing. Not only that, but some of the new-hires came on recently and were still struggling to learn their job responsibilities. It also didn't help that he'd recently gotten back after nearly thirty-two hours of total time in the air, having to travel to Sydney out of LAX to attend a three-day seminar.
Pushing through the glass double doors, the handle being a gold-painted heart, he soon found himself in the waiting room: It was fairly plain, the walls a comforting shade of yellow to play up the whole Venus factor. But then there was a statue of Venus - or Aphrodite, if you went by the Greeks - in the middle. Plush chairs lined the wall, allowing plenty of walking space between.
While he was lost in thought, he heard "You must be Mr. Stuard" in a professional yet oddly playful tone. He turned his head to see something he would never have expected.
That was the letter that Daniel 'Danny' Stuard received, out of the blue. He never filled out a survey, never got a telemarketing call, never had any inkling of this place. It was only when he showed the letter to some of his friends that he learned what it was and that it was a legitimate offer. And the things they had to say...Well, they successfully convinced him to go there.
"Prepare to have your mind blown" he muttered, unable to help but snort as he approached the establishment; that was what his friends said to him. Of course, the five-foot-nine, bald-headed, blue-eyed male would just have to see how 'mind-blowing' this really was. There was the sign about the entrance, reading in bright gold lettering "House of Venus" on a black background with the sub-caption "An experience that's out of this world". Danny pinched the bridge of his nose at that; they really had to use that tired-ass line? But then, he was a marketing executive whose job was to design advertising campaigns for the software company he worked at. A career that entailed many a sleepless night and because he was one of their best, often had his supers breathing down his neck. And it was partly due to this that he was convinced to go in, to help take the stress off.
He felt like it couldn't hurt; his latest project had his body all tensed up. He had to try to design a platform for a new campaign to pitch to consumers, something that would catch their eye. But he couldn't do that because their competitors were getting very good at hiding what they were doing. Not only that, but some of the new-hires came on recently and were still struggling to learn their job responsibilities. It also didn't help that he'd recently gotten back after nearly thirty-two hours of total time in the air, having to travel to Sydney out of LAX to attend a three-day seminar.
Pushing through the glass double doors, the handle being a gold-painted heart, he soon found himself in the waiting room: It was fairly plain, the walls a comforting shade of yellow to play up the whole Venus factor. But then there was a statue of Venus - or Aphrodite, if you went by the Greeks - in the middle. Plush chairs lined the wall, allowing plenty of walking space between.
While he was lost in thought, he heard "You must be Mr. Stuard" in a professional yet oddly playful tone. He turned his head to see something he would never have expected.