#Stainless furniture legs

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Stainless furniture legs are also a kind of stainless steel product that gives a very aesthetic look to your home decor. Similarly, there are many other stainless steel products that come in handy for several use purposes. So let’s dig deeper into the advantages of stainless steel products.

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Kitchen Enclosed

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

House Calls.

Professor!Terrence x Aaliyah

Summary: Aaliyah has an elusive charm that can be alluring to some and frustrating to others. Professor Terry is compelled to have her. On one fateful evening at his college buddies bachelor party, he runs into Aaliyah. An interaction he hadn’t imagined would ever happen.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ CONTENT, based off of Players Club, Nasty Talk, Professor!Student.

Part Two

The calming effects of the incense burning within his Acadian–style home in Baton Raq. Lauryn Hill playing from a vinyl record was enough to ease his mind after grading over thirty midterm papers. Terry shut his laptop and released a soft sigh. He reached up with his long fingers, taking off his glasses. The burning at the corners of his blue-grey eyes caused him to rub. He was exhausted and in need of a long vacation somewhere tropical after this semester ended.

He pushed away from his elegant, black oak wood desk to stand, stretching his long legs and flexing his quads. Terry wore a boxy–fit graphic T-shirt with a photo of Nina Simone printed on the front and thigh–hugging drawstring, black shorts. His feet covered in long, black Adidas socks led him towards the door to his home office. He would have stepped on the tail of his British Brown Shorthair cat if he hadn’t spotted him creeping between his legs as he walked.

“Orion, watch out…”

The cat slowly moved away, staring up at Terry with its golden eyes.

His stomach grumbled. Terry remembered that he’d had leftover red beans and rice. He walked into his spacious kitchen, opening a cabinet to grab a soup bowl and then he strolled over to his silverware drawer, grabbing a large spoon. Ex–Factor faded in the background while he scooped the last of the food into his bowl. He paused, snapping his fingers in remembrance of the honey butter cornbread he’d made to eat with it.

After warming his food, Terry didn’t bother sitting in his dining room. He leaned over the counter and tucked into his food, appreciative sounds between bites mixed with his spoon scraping the side of the bowl the only noise. His tongue slipped out to catch a few crumbs from his lips after scarfing down the last of his cornbread. Terry shook his head and rubbed his belly as he cleared his mess.

“Damn good,” He muttered while walking towards his sink.

He accepted the burn of his muscles from his morning workout while crouching down to grab some surface disinfectant from beneath his sink. That let him know he went hard in the gym. His tongue smoothed over his teeth to get rid of food while he used a Bounty paper towel to clean. His eyes flicked to the window in his kitchen when he’d heard loud voices passing by his home.

The Apple Watch on his wrist with a stainless steel band alerted Terry to a phone call. He headed back to his office and reached over his desk to grab it from the charger.

“Wassam Bitch!”

Terry released a boisterous, deep laugh. All his teeth showing.

“Cousin! You good?” Terry replied.

“Chillin’ fam. Just left Unc house…”

“He straight?”

“You know how he do. Was in the garden wit’ his woman picking tomatoes and shit. I had to break it to ‘em that he ain’t invited tonight. HE CAN’T COME!”

“Mike, don’t do Unc like that…he wanna be there to support his son.”

“No old heads, TJ. We discussed this. I don’t want him getting a heart attack seeing all that buku ass clapping.”

Terry snickered with his phone to his ear as he made his way into his living room. He wanted to break in his new furniture.

“Layla snoopin’ ‘round the house. She heard about the strippers…”

“Thought you said she was cool about it?”

“She is. But ya know…”

Terry made a face on the other end of the line. He knew how his cousin could get. Tonight is indeed about fun, but if Mike messed up, Layla wouldn’t take him back a second time. Out of all the men attending, Terry is the most levelheaded. Majority of the men in his family and Mike��s friends were a bunch of crazy motherfuckers. He already knows how tonight is gonna turn out.

“No fuckin’ up, Cousin.” Terry stated.

“Already, Marine.” Mike joked.

——

She did a slow two–step with a roll of her hips in a sinuous manner to the late, great Aaliyah – she was honored to share her name – and Tank.

Can I come over? (Can I)

Come over (Stop by)

Come over (To see you)

Come over (Tonight?)

Can I come over? (Can I)

Come over (Get with you?)

Come over (I just wanna)

Come over (Be with you, baby)

Can I come over? (Can I)

Come over (Stop by)

Come over (To see you)

Come over (Tonight?)

Can I come over? (Can I)

Come over (Get with you?)

Come over (Just wanna)

Yeah (Be with you, baby)…

Bonnet on her head, a tank top that’s way too cropped and showing off under–boob with skimpy hot pink boy shorts covered her curvy frame. Aaliyah had just finished making her bed, freshly laundered sheets feeling cozy beneath her hands as she spread out the wrinkles. The next song on her Slow Jamz playlist was Ciara–Promise. Aaliyah tapped the side of her mouth in thought while staring at the neatly stacked money on her side table. She didn’t feel like digging for her mini safe tucked in the back of her closet, but she needed to put the money somewhere safe.

She made almost three grand. Aaliyah really enjoyed herself a week ago at the Fire Station. She craved that attention and excitement. Doing content from home was great, but to show out in person? Oh…it stroked her so good. She was so damn ecstatic that she came home and rubbed one out with her fingers deep in her pussy. Making a man react the way he does to her literal being just ignited something in her.

Aaliyah placed the money in her safe and organized her closet. After that, she grabbed herself a bowl of green grapes and crawled into bed. She popped a grape into her mouth while watching re–runs of P–Valley on mute, eyes reading the subtitles. She already knew what was going on, just something to distract her. She rocked her body in bed to Donell Jones–This Luv, lip syncing and snapping her fingers.

She wondered what Professor Richmond was up to…

Aaliyah kissed her teeth at her lingering thoughts. This week was filled with tension. She walked into that classroom on Wednesday, hauling her school bag and a pep in her step. She dressed in skater jeans and a tight Ed Hardy T-shirt with a gray hoodie unzipped.

“Today class, we’ll discuss morality…”

He had a tiny sculpture of Aristotle in his hand, long, manicured fingers grasping it firm. Today, he wore a perfectly fitting, short sleeve, mock neck black shirt with charcoal grey slacks and black loafers. The glasses on his face reflected the light perfectly whenever he moved his head. It was something about his eyes today that just…drew Aaliyah in. They seemed brighter.

She propped her elbow on her desk and rested her chin in her hand. That foot started to bounce beneath her desk, and when his eyes met hers, she had to turn away to simmer down the butterflies. Something embarrassing happened in the middle of his lecture. She forgot to turn her ringer off, the lyrics to P*$$Y Fairy playing.

Don't be surprised, baby, it's just me (Just me)

Don't be surprised, boy, when I bust it wide

I hypnotize you with this pussy (Pussy)

Now you feel like you can fly—

“Sorry! Sorry…”

Aaliyah silenced her phone and with a sheepish smile she allowed her eyes to roam the class, catching on to a few snickers. She felt heat creeping over her honey skin. Aaliyah bashfully tucked hair behind her ear, and then her sultry gaze connected with Professor Richmond’s.

He had one brow quirked up and his eyes were unblinking and concentrated on her firm. He was the first to slowly pull his eyes away before clearing his throat to finish speaking. That look in his eyes…

After class, Aaliyah approached his desk to drop off an in class assignment. She left her hoodie at her desk. Terry was standing there, propping himself up against his desk with his fingertips. He allowed his eyes to scan her body. She paid attention to the way his piercing eyes fixated on the exposed skin of her midriff. A quick circular motion of his eyes on her breasts caused her to part her lips, the tip of her tongue between her teeth.

“Here?” Aaliyah pointed to the pile of untidy papers.

“Yes.” Terry replied with a slower tone.

She slipped it there, patting the top of it. Terry clenched his jaw, his eyes returning to his laptop.

“Have a good day…”

He couldn’t stop himself from standing at his full height. He exhaled a long breath, his eyes trapping her.

“Yes, Ma’am. You as well.”

Aaliyah gave him one final once over, her eyes doing a double take to the veins in his arms…

Damn…

She walked away, the silence in the lecture hall unnerving. Terry crossed his arms in front of him and rocked back and forth on his heels. He lowered his head and shook it from side to side with a smirk. Aaliyah made her way out of the room, itching to look back and wave, but instead she looked back and gave him one final word.

“Sorry about my ringtone…I know it was inappropriate…”

Terry licked his lips, “Don’t even remember the lyrics.”

They chuckled, Aaliyah finally leaving the class.

——

Stickin' to the code, all these hoes for the streets

I put it in her nose, it's gon' make her pussy leak

Pussy niggas told, ain't gon' wake up out they sleep

You can't hear that switch, but you can hear them niggas scream…

That imposing beat had the house jumping off. Like That lyrics bounced off the walls, hyping up the room full of men that came out to support Mike.

Got your girl in this bitch, she twirlin' on the dick (he was once a thug, he was, he -)

(He was once a thug, he was, he -)

I got syrup in this bitch, turn up in this bitch (he was once a thug, he was, he -)

And it's 'bout the 'Ercs in this bitch, get murked in this bitch (he was once a thug, he was, he -)…

Terry wore an oversized tank top in beige with the sides cut low, giving you a peek at the muscles in his biceps and obliques. He gave himself a fresh line up and moisturized his low curls. Straight fit, light wash jeans hugged his lower half and he wore a pair of crisp, All White’s. Terry bopped his head precisely to the heavy bass, green solo cup in his hand between his lips. The gold Cuban link hanging from his neck matched the gold Cuban chain on his left wrist and the gold band of his Apple Watch on his right wrist.

The front door opened, more handsome black men pouring in and greeting everyone. Terry saluted the ones he recognized and shook hands firmly with those he didn’t. Terry knew the lyrics to Kendrick’s verse word for word. When the ‘Big Three’ line came up, everyone chimed in. Smile on his face, Terry headed towards the kitchen to fill his cup and mingle with some family he hadn’t seen in a while. He couldn’t believe his little cousins were old enough now to attend functions like this.

“This nigga freaked out already!”

One of Terry’s little cousins, Malik, who just turned 21 sucked his teeth at everyone laughing. Terry did notice the way he kept checking the door for the strippers every time it opened.

“They ain’t here yet, nigga!”

Mike entered the kitchen with enthusiasm and shades on. Terry caught the smell of weed on him when he approached his side. Terry picked up his trucker hat to clear some space from the kitchen island for more liquor bottles. A big ass bottle of Hennessy caught Terry’s eye. He was currently sipping on jungle juice.

“Got that shit that turn you into a beast, TJ. Real King Kong shit!” Mike shouted over the loud music.

“I see you came through,” Terry held the neck of the Hennessy bottle firm, veins in his arms popping out.

“We about to see TJ in rare form tonight!”

Terry shook his head at the men surrounding him all agreeing. He refused to let it get to him. He wasn’t the same tall, lanky kid from Red Stick. Wasn’t the same teenager who got picked on in the schoolyard for being too quiet or too nerdy. He was a grown ass man with intellect and vocabulary beyond the slang words and a muscle strength so powerful he could take down an entire room full of wannabe gangstas. But, he didn’t wear that on his sleeve. He remained stoic with his strong and silent presence. Tonight, however, he’d let himself enjoy what was to come. He had his money ready. He just hoped they were deserving of it.

He was a hard man to impress.

“Make yourself a stronger drink, Cousin. We got all night….”

Terry was more of a bourbon guy. But there wasn’t any around and he refused to bring his good shit for everybody to help themselves to. He poured Hennessy into his cup and took a sip. It was cool.

He sauntered towards the spread of party food they had catered. The smells made his mouth water. He grabbed himself a plate and piled fried chicken, smoked turkey greens, gator bites, mac and cheese, and whatever else he could fit. Today was his cheat day.

Terry ate his food while standing, catching bits and pieces of conversation here and there. On one end of the room, a group of men, most likely Mike’s friends, were laughing at whatever was on one of their phones. Across from him in the kitchen, there’s a debate about which they’d prefer: no ass and big titties or a big ass and no titties. Terry snorted. Childish behavior.

Tha Biz-, the Bizness

Uh, I like a long-haired, thick redbone

Open up her legs, then filet mignon that pussy

I'ma get in and on that pussy

If she let me in, I'ma own that pussy…

Terry didn’t care much for the mac and cheese. Too dry and not enough flavor. Every thing else was delicious. He tossed his plate and excused himself to the bathroom. He climbed the stairs to the guest bathroom instead of the basement because he was informed that the basement was reserved for the ladies who plan to entertain them tonight.

He relieved himself and flushed before washing his hands. He checked himself in the mirror making sure he hadn’t stained his new shirt.

“Ladies Ladies Ladies!”

Terry could overhear the commotion downstairs.

“The basement is all yours…hey, Keisha, lookin’ good…nice to meet you…don’t worry, the groom ain’t here right now he went out back…”

That sounded like Mike’s best man and bestfriend, Cliff.

“Take your time ladies…don’t rush the process…we won’t complain TRUST ME…”

Terry left the bathroom and walked down the stairs at the same moment they closed the basement door behind them. His eyes that appeared blue–green in the dim light scanned the room, taking in the eager and impatient looks on the faces of men ready to throw cash.

“Fuck you mean they gotta get ready? Type of shit is this here?” One dude complained.

“They work at Crazy Horse, Bruda, you know how them dancers are.”

“Busted and dusted,” Another replied with a drunk cackle.

Terry held up the wall, cup in hand, tripping off of the conversation.

“Kiesha thick ass can get this anytime, anywhere…but that one that walked in last? Man…”

The man that spoke, short in height with a bald fade and teeth lined with gold caught Terry’s eyes and shook his head as he blew air out his cheeks. Terry smirked into his cup.

“She the truth. I wanna see what she do…”

“She one a ‘dem pretty natural ones…rare.”

That interested Terry. He paid closer attention.

“Probably taste like sugar.”

“Im’a put my tongue in it!”

Cliff cracked the door to the basement. He stuck his head between the opening and shouted down the steps. Terry could hear him communicating with one of the dancers. He shut the door quickly and motioned for his friend to pause the music.

“I’m a grab Mike. It’s about to go down.”

He did the Birdman hand rub as he rushed away to collect the groom. The room started to flood with the others, all too anxious to get a glimpse and participate in the fun. Terry pat his back pocket, feeling the folded stack of cash he’d brought. He had more tucked away in his wallet just in case. Mike entered the room cross–faded. He moved with unsteady legs and a bottle in hand, the contents almost spilling onto the carpet.

Terry grabbed the bottle and sat it down on a table.

“AIGHT! ITS ABOUT TO JUMP OFF YA’LL READY?!!!”

Someone activated the strobe lights and the room flooded with ultraviolet light. The melanin in the room looked a deep blue beneath the black lights. Terry knocked the rest of his drink back and sat his cup down next to the Hennessy bottle Mike was holding. From the corner of his eye, he could see someone carrying a chair out from the dining room. They forced Mike to sit, Terry laughing at his cousin’s goofy smile.

Ear Drummers

Strippers

Mike WiLL Made-It

Bands a make her dance

Bands a make her dance…

The door opened and Terry locked his eyes forward, cupping his mouth and howling along with the others.

——

Aaliyah couldn’t control her indecisive habits if she tried. She’d spent majority of her day into the early afternoon cleaning and now her room looked like a disaster. It was nearing eight and she still couldn’t decide what to wear! Keisha was gonna kill her ass…

Aaliyah flipped through her clear tote filled with old outfits from her stripper days. She was about to give up and settle for a neon green fishnet set until she spotted a bright pink holster top with matching bottoms. There were hot pink fishnets with the back cut out for her ass that she could pair with it. Oh! pink pasties over the nipples would spice it up real nice. Aaliyah remembered her seven inch stiletto heels with rhinestone fringes. Perfect. She quickly grabbed it and worked as fast as she could, glancing at her phone.

So far, Keisha hadn’t called her. Aaliyah slipped off her satin, black robe and flung it over the chair situated in front of her vanity. She already applied her body oil with the aroma of fresh peaches blended perfectly with a hint of the tropics creating this rich, sweet, sultry scent. Her favorite fairy dust body powder clung to her soft skin and glittered in the light like diamonds.

Aaliyah tied the last tight bow on her bottoms before sitting to slip on her heels. She decided to go with a light beat, not wanted to wear anything too heavy and end up sweating it all off. She tapped the screen of her phone and with twenty minutes left, she swooped her edges and sprayed oil sheen over her two, long braids. Her French tip fingers smoothed down as much frizz as she could to keep it neat.

Situated in front of her body length mirror, Aaliyah admired the final look. Lastly, she tugged on a white, bodycon dress with a sway of her hips.

Buzz Buzz…Buzz Buzz…

“Hello?”

“I’m outside. Diamond and Precious is in the back. You ready?”

“Yeah,” Aaliyah grabbed a pair of black, thong flip flops, “heading out now.”

She ended the call and with one final sweep of her room, she turned off the lights and headed straight for the door. Stanley cup in the crease of her arm, she locked her front door. Aaliyah angled her body, descending the stairs carefully. She didn’t want a repeat of what happened a year ago. She sprained her ankle so bad she couldn’t dance for two months.

Kiesha rolled the window down to her Hellcat, smoke billowing out. Aaliyah rolled her eyes. She did not want weed smell lingering on her. Keisha leaned over and opened the door since Aaliyah’s hands were full. She climbed in and shut the door, Keisha not waiting a moment longer before hitting the gas hard. Aaliyah looked over at Keisha with a mug on her face while her friend laughed.

She noticed that she was the only one ready. Aaliyah looked back at Diamond and Precious. Redbone Diamond had her bubble gum pink frontal pinned up while holding a Hello Kitty compact mirror as steady as she could, drawing on her thin eyebrows. She had on a matching camouflage, short set. Aaliyah recognized that set from Fashion Nova. Her eyes moved towards Precious. Precious was a tiny girl. Petite and spunky. She had a buz cut dyed blonde. She was wearing her outfit beneath a tube dress while puffing on a fat blunt. Her eyes squinted at Aaliyah before giving her a toothy grin filled with braces.

“How ya’ll been?” Aaliyah asked.

“Good!” Diamond replied.

“Straight! How ‘bout you?” Precious said.

“Been good. Dealing wit’ school. Good to see ya’ll. Ready for tonight?”

“Can’t wait!”

“Turnt!” Diamond shouted before snapping her mirror shut, “Pass that here…”

Aaliyah relaxed into her seat.

“Girl, you told me to be ready by eight. Why the fuck you ain’t dressed?”

Keisha reached back, accepting the blunt while one–hand whipping the car.

“Cliffy told me we could use the basement if we needed to. I brought all the goods just in case. The coochie spray for Diamond—”

“BITCH don’t get hurt!”

Aaliyah chuckled.

“You got your LED plug?” Keisha asked Aaliyah excitedly.

Aaliyah dragged her upper teeth over her bottom lip with a mischievous smile.

“Nasty bitch….lemme see it.”

Aaliyah leaned her body against the door so her meaty buns could face Keisha. She lifted her white bodycon dress over her cakes and with one hand, she spread one hefty cheek. There, buried in her ass, was the LED plug. It lit up like a pair of sketchers. Keisha giggled.

“Girrrrrlllllllllll I told Cliff about you…”

Aaliyah fixed herself and straightened up in her seat.

“Keisha, don’t set me up with no nigga. No more of that shit.” Aaliyah retorted.

“I didn’t set you up. He remembers you from Crazy Horse. When he used to show up on Tuesdays…”

“Keish, not that nigga…he ugly and his breath stank. You know exactly what to do to piss me off!”

Diamond and Precious cackled in the back seat.

“His dick big.” Keisha replied as if that would change Aaliyah’s mind.

“Bitch, big dick, little dick, a dick made out of the purest gold if phat ma don’t get wet and this heart don’t skip a beat I’m not finna give you my time. That shit is crazy…”

“You shake ass for an ugly nigga though.” Keisha argued back.

“THEY PAYIN’ ME! Girl…” Aaliyah kissed her teeth, fixing her lash extensions because the windows are rolled down, “How far out?”

“Ten minutes.”

They rode in silence the rest of the way while blasting a bounce mix. Keisha’s Hellcat slowed to a stop in front of a cute little house with a lengthy drive way. Kiesha parked on the grass and killed the ignition. She gave the blunt one final hit before tossing it out the window. The ladies exited the car and before the went inside, Keisha had an idea for them to take some pics and video before heading in. Aaliyah acted as photographer and videographer while Diamond, Precious and Keisha did their thing.

When they finished, Keisha begged Aaliyah to do a video. Aaliyah scoped out the area and yanked her dress off, darting to stand next to a white SUV parked haphazardly on the front lawn. Keisha moved her phone in different angles, Aaliyah staring back at her with a hand on the car and her ass moving like a tidal wave.

“Damn, mama…show out!”

Diamond and Precious clapped their hands in time to Aaliyah’s twerking.

“Cool it nah,” Aaliyah shooed them off before putting her dress back on, “You see that?”

The other ladies followed her gaze through the windows of the home. They all gawked at the amount of men throughout that house.

“Dayummmmm…we leaving chubby tonight. Money, money, money!” Diamond said.

This was Aaliyah’s vibe. Although she had a ball at the fire station, nothing compared to a room full of black men. She grinned beautifully and squealed. They grabbed their things and Aaliyah was last to trail behind because she forgot her thong flip flops. Keisha knocked on the door boldly and it opened two seconds later.

It was Cliff.

He hugged Keisha and kissed her cheek. Cliff did the same greeting for Diamond and Precious. However. He held his hand out for Aaliyah. Her sultry eyes flicked to Keisha then back at Cliff. She accepted his hand and he guided her inside softly, his eyes scanning her body.

“Liyah Alllure…mmm, mmm, mmm…”

“Hey you,” Aaliyah titled her head in greeting with a sweet smile.

“Still just as gorgeous…happy you could join us tonight.”

“Happy to be here…”

“Ladies Ladies Ladies!”

Some dude with a skinny frame and a gold grill greeted them. They all said hello, ignoring the men in the room eye–fucking them. Aaliyah could suffocate from their stares alone.

“The basement is all yours…hey, Keisha, lookin’ good…nice to meet you…don’t worry, the groom ain’t here right now he went out back…Take your time ladies…don’t rush the process…we won’t complain TRUST ME…”

Aaliyah remained close behind Precious as they disappeared into the basement. The door shut behind her with a soft click. They entered the finished basement and Aaliyah excused herself to the rest room. She’d been drinking water all day and needed to go before doing a bunch of dancing. Keisha got dressed while Precious and Diamond helped each other out on jewelry. Aaliyah exited the bathroom in just her pink, outfit with rhinestones to match her heels.

“How we goin’ in? One by one or?” Diamond questioned.

She was dressed in neon green. A full body fishnet outfit with black stilettos. Aaliyah was happy she decided on the ensemble she had on.

“One by one. I’m supposed to give the lap dance. After that, ya’ll come out. Simple.” Keisha said.

The intro to Bandz A Make Her Dance started playing.

“That’s me!” Keisha stood up. She was wearing a white cowgirl hat with a fringe bikini set to match and white stilettos. She reminded Aaliyah of Megan The Stallion with her blue hair cascading down her back.

Keisha climbed the stairs and when the door opened, howling and yelling pierced her ears. The other three ladies shared a look with each other and laughed.

“I’m a need some liquor.” Aaliyah said.

——

Terry’s bottom lip sat between his teeth to contain his laughter.

When the first girl entered, going by the name of Keisha, he loved her vibrant personality and spit fire attitude. Keisha had the men in that room foaming at the mouth. She sashayed over to Mike with that brazen attitude and revealing body. Ain’t no way in hell she could fit that white bikini set and that was the point. Terry’s brows rose in surprise at Keisha straddling Mike. Her bountiful curves almost swallowed him while he was in that chair. Big ol’ ass and fat titties. That country thick you got lost in.

Terry grunted when she turned and made that big, fucking ass clap in Mike’s face. His thick brows knitted together and he shared a look with a friend before chuckling. Mike didn’t know what do to. He kept his hands to his sides, grasping the back legs of the chair he was stuck in.

“All that ass, Mike!”

“You better get it in while you can!”

“Suffocate that nigga, Keisha!”

“You good down there groom?” Keisha teased.

Money flew in the air when she plucked her top off. When them titties dropped, Terry’s large hand stuffed into his back pocket. He didn’t make it rain yet, he was waiting for Keisha to do something special. The body was crazy, but where’s the tricks?

“Throw that shit, TJ.” His friend nudged him with his elbow.

Terry ignored him.

Keisha stood up and went down to the floor in front of Mike in a split. She made those twin globes dribble and that was good enough to earn some of his cash. Terry leaned over the back of Mike’s chair and flicked two Benjamin’s on her. He watched it connect with that ass before falling to the floor. Keisha arched forward and spread her cheeks before going into a head stand.

She shook her legs and clicked her heels before dropping into another split.

“THERE YOU GO!”

“Baby going stupid…”

“Buku ass…”

Terry remained close. Keisha’s eyes locked onto him and it was enough to bring her to her feet. Terry held her steady gaze, a smirk teasing his thick lips.

“You a pretty nigga, ain’t you?” Keisha walked up on him with her hands on her hips, “What’s your name?!”

“TJ.” Terry replied.

Keisha pushed her breasts up with her fists in his face.

“Like what you see with those green eyes. A pretty boi like you ain’t used to a woman like me, huh?”

Terry’s tongue grazed his bottom lip and he locked on to the dizzying motion of her fat tits. Bringing his eyes back on her, he displayed a bill and sat it in the crease. Keisha leaned forward and grabbed the money with her teeth.

“Keep impressin’ me and there’s more for you…”

Keisha had to blink out of a trance. Terry had this unspoken power that rendered her speechless. To top it all off, that deep baritone shot straight to her clit.

“Come get this money, baby!”

Keisha pulled herself away from Terry, but not before dragging a hand down his chest. The look in her hazel eyes told him she wanted to do more than give him a lap dance.

She wanted to spin on that dick.

The door pushed open and the next girl to enter had pink hair. She was a cutie.

“I’m Diamond…”

When she turned, Terry looked away.

A BBL. A bad one at that.

He folded his money back up and made his way to where he stood earlier. The other men in the room were probably so used to seeing it that it didn’t even phase them. Terry watched Diamond do her thing. She hit the splits, shook that ass as best she could, but it was boring. Terry filled his cup and just vibed, laughing at the way some of the men in the room went bonkers over her. Even Mike was stuck. Mouth wide and eyes equally wide.

Next came a tiny girl that showed off acrobatic skills and flexibility. Terry had his money out again and he made it rain on her. She made that little booty shake. Keisha was making her way around, grinding and talking shit. Diamond allowed some of the men to grab ass. The three women scoped out Terry and winked at him. He played nice with Diamond and slipped her a crisp bill. With the tiny one named Precious, he tipped more.

“Where’s Liyah?!”

Cliff scanned the room. Another girl?

“There’s more?! Ahhh shit…”

——

Aaliyah watched from the bottom of the stairs as Precious made her entrance. She wrung her hands and exhaled a sigh. She didn’t know what to expect past those doors. Aaliyah applied more gloss and with a shaky hand, she grasped the railing and climbed. They kept the light off to avoid being spotted right away. Aaliyah stared through the crack of the door at Precious working the room.

So many…so many men.

The floor was covered with money.

She allowed her eyes to scan, taking everything in. As her eyes swept past the groom in his chair, she couldn’t see the entire room because of the door, but the sound of Cliff’s voice let her know it was time.

“Where’s Liyah?!”

“Put on her old intro!”

That was Keisha’s voice.

Aaliyah felt her nerves settle. The blacklights and the song reminded her of Crazy Horse. This was her walk out song….

Waka Flocka Ft. Roscoe Dash–No Handz Instrumental.

With one hand Aaliyah pushed open that door and stepped one shaky leg out past the darkness. The ultraviolet light caused her skin to twinkle and the blue hue made the pink she wore pop. She fully came into view, her tongue curled up over her top teeth to tease and those ‘come fuck me eyes’ staring into the faces of horny men with the money she wanted.

She allowed her body to rock to the beat. Aaliyah turned her back on everyone, brought her hands up, and gave them a thunderous applause with that beautiful ass before arching her back. She twerked those honey buns and looked back at it before a lusty smile appeared on her lips. Both hands twirled her braids while she rocked those hips.

Back. Forth. Back. Forth.

Bounce, Bounce, Bounce

*clap clap clap*

Nobody wasted time throwing money. She could work that entire room on her own. Aaliyah got down on her hands and knees, crawling like a jungle cat before turning to show off that LED plug while twerking.

“You see that shit?!”

“Hot damn!”

“Fuck, she’s nice.”

“C’mere pretty lady…”

“Freaky girl!”

That song…she owned it.

She staked her claim on it.

She spread those legs on her back and gyrated, thighs separated and the barely there crotch of her pink bikini covering her meaty pussy lips. She rubbed the money that rained down on her into her pussy and around her breasts. They…were…obsessed.

The way she looked at you, it made you feel like the only man in the world worthy of her attention.

How nasty she talked…

“I better see some thick bulges tonight, boys…”

On her feet, Aaliyah strutted dangerously slow, further into the crowd of men. As her eyes swept, she came across a pair of blue eyes that reminded her of a bottle of Hypnotiq beneath the blacklights. Too familiar…

Holy FUCKING shit…

She tried to mask her surprise but his was so boldly present.

The Professor.

His jaw dropped, eyes widening in disbelief as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through his veins leaving him momentarily stunned. To others, it could seem as if Terry was so overwhelmed with how motherfucking fine Aaliyah is that he couldn’t even function. She knew the real reason. She simmered down her astonishment as best as she could and turning away, focusing on a cute guy with thick locs to his shoulders.

Her heart raced. Panic consumed her.

She had no time to panic.

“Prettiest thang in Louisiana…”

Aaliyah cupped her breasts covered in nipple tape and licked her lips. She could feel Terry’s gaze burning a hole into the side of her face. She was nervous. Oh so nervous. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Everybody was too drunk or too hype to take notice.

all except Professor Richmond. He could see right through her.

What the fuck was he doing here of all places?!

She blended in with her girls and tried her best to shield herself from Terry’s view.

That intensity in his eyes this time around left her shaken up.

Aaliyah pushed herself to perform. The space was too cramped. They scattered to watch her hit a clean split and when she glanced over her shoulder, Terry was right there. Like he appeared out of thin air.

He was standing above her. Towering over her. She had no choice but to look up.

Aaliyah couldn’t hide. She couldn’t if she tried.

“Back up, TJ. I’m tryna see all that…”

He was shoved to the side and Aaliyah felt the rain of money on her while she avoided Terry’s hard eyes zeroed in on her ass. He was so stuck.

Her breath hitched at the way he looked at her. Like he wanted to ravage her.

Her eyes glided down his frame and she loved the way he dressed. He looked delectable.

“Arch that back, bitch…”

“Yeahhhh…”

Aaliyah grabbed her ankles and made each cheek dance on its own. The heavy bass and quick melody of the bounce song compelled her to shake some ass.

The sound of her pulse in her ears drowned out the music. She locked eyes with him again and for once she grew timid. His eyes drank her in and when she lifted one leg up to pop that ass he chewed on that lip and tilted his head to see how that pussy looked from that angle.

You like what you see, huh?

“You got skills baby…Think you can show me more?”

Terry cut his eyes at the men circling Aaliyah.

Things were turning up like a raging storm.

“Pull that pussy part…”

They wanted to see her pussy. Aaliyah giggled and trailed a finger between her legs before rubbing it against one of their noses. They enjoyed that way too much. He tried to suck on that finger but Terry yoked him up by the wrist. The dread head looked at Terry like he was asking for a death wish.

“We don’t touch unless they say so…remember the rules.”

��Let go, nigga. I don’t need you tellin’ me what the fuck to do…”

“Woah, woah, woah…”

Aaliyah used that opportunity to disappear. A prickling sensation shot up her spine. She slipped down into the basement and hid herself within the darkness.

She needed a second.

“Get it together, Liyah…”

Aaliyah picked up a shorty bottle of Paul Masson Peach and took a long swig. She recapped the drink and scrunched her face from the burn. Aaliyah shook out her hands to stop them from trembling. How was she going to show her face in class on Wednesday?

All she would be able to think about was the shock on his face. There was no turning back. Aaliyah drank some more. She needed the liquor to get her through the rest of the night. The door to the basement opened and Keisha appeared. She had a look of concern on her face.

“Li–Li. You okay?”

“I’m fine, Keisha. Go back up. I was just feeling a little queasy that’s all.”

“Some shit was about to pop off. Did they touch you without your consent?”

“It’s cool. I’ll be up…”

“Don’t lie to me Li–Li…”

Aaliyah gave Keisha a reassuring smile.

“No reason to lie, mamas. I’m feeling better,” Aaliyah pushed herself up, “C’mon…”

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Frozen.

When that door pushed open and she crept out like a sex goddess, he almost spilled his cognac.

Aaliyah?

The small hairs across his arms stood on end. Desire rushed in the moment the initial shock faded.

*clap clap clap*

Gahdamn…

He knew it. He fucking knew it.

That body outta be in a museum. This fine ass woman held a confidence so powerful he could bend at her will.

Terry Richmond sucked in a breath when her eyes connected with his.

He saw the power drain from her like Superman to Kryptonite. Terry’s chest grew tight. She drew in closer, his mouth unhinged. The glitter on her skin and the smell of her sweet fragrance made the big boy between his legs react.

Down boy…

He fought the urge to palm his bulge because it was growing out of his control. He didn’t know where to look first. Those titties sat up round and perfect. That ass was so fat he wanted to sink his teeth in it. Leave his imprint on that thick fucking shit. His eyes still lit up like Miracle on 34th Street from the glow emitting from that asshole.

Freak nasty.

He was speechless. His star pupil is a Stripper.

The biggest plot twist.

Terry wanted her even more. He wanted to tell her that it was going to be okay and she didn’t need to feel embarrassed or afraid. He could sense she was trying to avoid him as she moved around the room.

Terry needed her to know that he liked what he saw.

They weren’t in his classroom. It was okay to free her inhibitions and show him what Liyah Allure is all about. He found her popping ass and talking shit.

“Tip me, daddy…”

“You want it?”

“Don’t just stare at me. Spoil me…”

Honeyed voice as smooth as silk. Terry drew in closer and allowed himself to be consumed by her.

The glitter on her skin looked edible and if he could lick every single fleck off with his tongue he would.

The dip in her spine leading down to a full ass with hips and thighs to match told him she could take it deep and it would be a warm, tight, wet paradise.

He did say he wanted to escape somewhere tropical…

Those two braids would be anchored around his hands while he drilled deep with every goddamn stroke of his fat dick.

Unh…Unh…Unh…

Make her weep on his dick.

Professor…Professor…Don’t stop…

There she was.

Those eyes focused on him again and he saw the hint of shyness.

“I wanna pull that pussy part…”

Something primal and predatory sparked within him. Aaliyah stroked her lower lips with a single finger and shoved that finger against Darrell’s nose.

Darrell tried to take it too far.

Terry was quicker.

He wrapped his large hand around Darrell’s wrist with a vice grip similar to a boa constrictor. He would knock the daylights outta Darrell and leave him slumped over if he so much as put that finger in his mouth.

Darrell was stunned by Terry’s strength and the fact that he couldn’t break free. Weak ass nigga…

She disappeared.

Mike came over to settle down the growing altercation and with a pat on Terry’s back, he walked away in search of Aaliyah. She was nowhere in sight.

Terry waited for about ten minutes and then she resurfaced from the basement with Keisha. She probably needed a moment to gather her thoughts and energy. His presence stumped her.

Aaliyah scanned the room until she found Terry.

She got down on her hands and knees and popped ass in a split. Nobody else in that room mattered. She locked in on him from across the room. Terry sipped his drink and watched her.

“Who wants a private show?!”

Keisha pointed at Terry.

He gave a quick nod of his head. Keisha was about to be let down. He ain’t want nobody but Aaliyah. She was getting the rest of his money tonight. She deserves it and so much more. And when Terry gets his hands on her…

“I’ll take one. But I want her.”

Aaliyah saw the cash in his hand and smiled.

“Only if she ain’t scared.”

Aaliyah couldn’t believe he just said that.

“I get the impression she likes to tease…”

Aaliyah walked up to Terry with a seductive look in her eyes. He held onto her gaze with his money on display.

“Your call, beautiful.”

Aaliyah stared at him for another moment before taking him by the hand and down into the basement.

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Terry allowed her to guide him. They headed towards the sofas, silence hanging between them. Aaliyah turned fully to face him before Terry took a seat. Without taking his eyes off of her, he placed his cup on the table and settled back into the cushion. Terry spread his thighs and with one hand over the top of the couch, the other smoothed down his left thigh invitingly. Aaliyah dropped her eyes to his lap and with a faint smile, she took a seat where his hand once was.

Aaliyah watched him spread his money out across his other thigh. She parted her glossy lips a fraction, eyeing nothing but one hundred dollar bills. Her eyes lit up. Terry looked up at her with low, lust filled eyes and a sly smirk. He removed his glasses with one hand and folded it against his chest before sitting it on the table, all while staring at her.

She looked at him.

He looked at her.

“…I don’t know what to say…”

Aaliyah’s eyelashes fluttered as she blinked away from him. Terry used his thumb to gently pull her attention back towards him.

“I should be embarrassed right now…”

Terry was trying to keep his composure but her breasts in his face was melting his cool exterior.

“Aaliyah…I don’t want you to feel embarrassed. I’m not judging you…”

She giggled nervously, “maybe not…but this was so unexpected, ya know?”

“Very. How long have you been doing this?”

Aaliyah stared heavenward shyly while deep in thought. He liked seeing her like this. It was another side to her he enjoyed.

“Well…this in particular…it’s my second time. Stripping…I did it for about five years before I quit Crazy Horse a year ago…now I just film content and work Verizon part time.”

Her eyes connected with his again.

“So…what do ya want me to do? A lap dance? What?”

Terry trailed his eyes down her body.

“Do whatever makes you feel comfortable…”

Terry’s hand molded into her back. Aaliyah shivered. The feeling of his hand on her skin was exhilarating.

She stood, facing Terry. He placed his money beside him, and his hands out of the way. Aaliyah straddled him, bracing herself on his shoulders. She looked down at him with a slow blink and the erotic smile she gave him forced his hands into fists.

“Have you ever had a lap dance before, Professor?”

“…Call me Terrence.”

“…Terrence…”

“Once. It wasn’t memorable.” Terry responded with a hushed tone.

He reclined his head back slightly and stared up into her eyes with practiced restraint.

Aaliyah gave him a mean whine over his crotch. Her chest would graze his goatee ever so slightly. He had to stop his tongue from poking out to drag between those titties.

“Ooh, that’s too bad…is this okay?”

That melodic voice…

“You’re doin’ just fine, Miss Aaliyah.”

Terry flexed his fingers. Aaliyah looked down at his hands.

“Can I admit something?” Aaliyah asked with a sultry smile.

“What’s that?”

Aaliyah tucked her chin and giggled softly. She blinked away briefly before her eyes met his again.

“What?” Terry pushed.

“I think about you every day…”

“Enough to stick around after class?”

Aaliyah’s bottom lip sat between her teeth. Terry smiled.

“Why did you turn me down?” He questioned.

Aaliyah dragged her hands down his chest and stilled her hips. Terrence rested his hands on the sides of her thighs. He couldn’t resist. Aaliyah didn’t protest.

The feel of her against his hands. The heft of her on him. The images he pictured in his mind…

“I’m not an easy girl, Terrence. You gotta work harder for me. I wanted you to…”

“Chase you.” Terry concluded with an elevated brow.

“May seem silly but…it turns me on.”

“I wonder what else turns you on…”

“That brain of yours,” Aaliyah trailed her fingers through his short, soft curls, “Your passion…expressive hands…your voice…those eyes…”

Terry licked his lips, “I would have chased you and went along with your lil’ game. If that means I get to play with you in the end…”

His eyes dropped to her lips.

“You do this…tongue bite thing…I like that…” Terry said.

“What else you like?” Aaliyah asked softly, doing exactly what Terry liked. Displaying the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Moving it back and forth…

“Everything about you…you’re so damn sexy…the way you look at me just…Aaliyah, you’re aware of your beauty. That confidence lights a fire under me, baby…”

“I’m baby?”

“Mhm, the prettiest baby…”

Aaliyah played with his Cuban link. Terry’s right thumb stroked the beauty mark below her lip.

Terry groped her thigh with his free hand and glided it up to her waist. He used his thumb to trace circles into her soft skin.

“I don’t like how you put your finger on Darrell’s nose.”

“You wish it were you? Darrell didn’t get a lap dance…”

Aaliyah lifted from his lap and turned so that she was grinding against his tent with enough pressure to rub her pussy over it. The hard bulge against her fat, lower lips caused her to moan.

Terry threw money over her, his ears enjoying the way her moans sounded so angelic despite her naughty actions.

After all, she is The Dark Angel.

“Aaliyah…”

That signature look back would have had him busting a fat ass nut in his jeans.

The way she moved her hips on him.

“I want you so fuckin’ bad…”

“I know.”

She smiled.

Aaliyah stood from his lap and Terry groaned deep.

“Times up.”

He glared at her with lust and frustration. Aaliyah leaned over him with her hands on the back of the couch. Their eyes connected and her glossy lips feathered over his.

“Until next time…I think I’m free for that lunch on Wednesday…”

She brought her lips to his cheek and with her jeweled tongue, Aaliyah dragged it over his ear tantalizingly slow. She pushed away from him and Terry stood from the couch. He fixed his attire while Aaliyah stared up at him with faux innocence and her hands crossed behind her back. She swayed back and forth, parting her lips to rest her tongue in the corner of her mouth.

“It’s a date.”

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Warnings: Ngl, I wrote this a few months ago, and I'm honestly too lazy to edit some parts, so excuse the poor quality 🙏🏻 Also possible spelling errors? :D

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A pleasant smell, a smell that reminds you of a particular warmth, a particular comfort, is what greets you with a wide smile and an even wider embrace as you step into Yunjin's place of residence. The interior was cosy, easy to look at and confine within.

Taking another step into the dorm, your eyes drift to the outer canopy of your umbrella. It’s a splash away from creating a waterfall as rain still trails from the end tip, small swells of puffy water clump in cults- shining so delicately under the impression of whatever light it can grasp at. “Here-” Yunjin says, holding her hand out to you as she closes the door behind you.

Handing her the rain-stained umbrella, she places it within a convenient umbrella rack, hanging it with a gentle ease. “Please, make yourself comfortable” She smiles, nodding towards the main living space.

“Thanks” you reply, giving her a grateful nod as you move to take your pick of seat, instantly finding yourself sitting on a soft spot of cushioned padding, naturally lining the surface of her stainless couch.

“Looks like we’re just on time” You look over to where Yunjin had nodded to, eyebrows furrowing slightly as your brain loads the visual of the window behind you and the scene it held.

And surely enough, just as Yunjin had said, it was instantly proven that you had gotten to her place just in time. The outside world beyond the window was that of a mob raid of brainless rain. It thrashed around, whipping and slashing at the glass pane as if it were desperate to get inside, desperate to flee the harshness of the outside situation. But it was bound, flung, and pinned down in a raw entertainment for the twisted sky. The clouds let out great gouts of something between either sorrow or boast- nothing is ever truly certain anymore.

“It seems so” you smile, eyes following the rigid trails the small clusters of water had left behind, little slipstreams for their fellow kind allow for flocks and herds of rushing liquid to squelch themselves from existence- waving a small farewell in their formula race. That's where you draw the winner's flag.

“It wouldn't have ended so well if we had got caught up in that-” Yunjin begins,“being ill isn’t something I plan to do” you hum at the words, averting your attention to the way she moulds herself into the furniture- almost seeming as if she was the house instead of the tenant.

“You? Being ill?” You pause, your direct vision tracing over the smaller decorations present within the room- particularly the small vase of flowers on the coffee table- a delicate assortment of light pinks and soft purple roses- presumably plastic. It’s cute. “Sounds like a nightmare”

“Huh?” her eyebrows raise as her mouth goes slightly slack “Why? How?”

“Relax” you let out an airy laugh, mind relaying the visual image of Yunjin's face,”I’m joking”

“Sorry but who is this?” A new voice interrupts from beyond your sight, soft yet loud as it intrudes on your small conversation.

“Rosie,” Yunjin begins,”I thought you’d be asleep”

“I was” she smiled, her face going smooth against the odds,”But I woke up and now I'm thirsty”

“Oh… well I washed the dishes earlier” Yunjin pauses, glancing back to you,”Rosé, meet Y/n”

It was apparent that this roommate was acting, although, it's also apparent that you’re rather oblivious. Her smile had widened and her balance shifted from one leg to another as she looked at you. “Hello Y/n. I hope Yunjin isn’t freaking you out too much”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yunjin scoffs jokingly, standing up “Y/n, do you want a drink or anything?”

“Uhm… a water please” you tilt your head down, powering on your phone to see the few missed calls and unanswered messages from Lia and your friends.

“A water? You sure? You can have anything”

“Your stash of coffee that even I’m not allowed?” Rosé asks, folding her arms expectantly as she leans slightly closer to her brown haired friend. “Even that” Yunjin nods approvingly.

“Nope, I'm good with just water. Thank you though” You offer them both a smile before they disappear into the kitchen.

You open your phone again and instantly begin to read through your texts.

“Sorry that took so long, Rosie needed me to cut her some apples while she made herself a drink" Yunjin apologises, placing your tall glass of water on the coffee table for you, causing the sea of chilled water to delicately swoosh around like an enraged storm was present within the room with you.

“I thought she was thirsty?” You eye the taller girl as she crashes back into her seat. “So did I… guess she got hungry too” Yunjin smiles, readjusting the way she’s sat to face you better, her elbow upon the top of the couch. “You’re sure you don't want anything else?”

“Yunjinnn!” You almost whine, laughing as the other girl acts almost confused at the sudden drag of her name “I'm sure”

“Sure, sure?”

“Yes”

“Certain?”

“Absolutely certain”

You take a second to just stare at her, your eyes meeting for a brief moment before you suddenly both burst out laughing. An ugly combination of belly-rupturing chortles and sniffles fill the space, bouncing from wall to wall as if the dorm was a soft play area.

“Fine, fine” Yunjin squeezes out between a particularly deep breath,”If you say so”

“I do say so” you claim, calming yourself down as you reach over to coin your drink from its stance.

“Fair enough…” Yunjin pauses, leaning slightly closer to you with a curious glance,”Can I ask you a question?”

You take a second to think, but ultimately nod regardless,”Yeah, sure. Go ahead”

“Are you close with your parents? You mentioned them earlier, about having a set list of jobs to pick from and whatnot…” Yunjin's voice lowers as her sentence comes to an end, her eyes evidently searching yours for a hidden reaction.

You open your mouth to speak, but it’s almost as if even the word ‘yeah’ refused to crawl from your lips, and instead, evaporated at the base of your tongue, leaving like a mist into the depths of a pending volcano, or even the pending of what could easily be described as a crime scene. However, you had to force the four letters out, almost choking upon the basic syllables. “Yeah”

But that was arguably the most simple answer possible. Anyone could say “Yeah” and get away on less than even a warning. Like, for instance, someone being pulled over for speeding- the officer could give them a speech as long as a university essay- and all the offender would have to do is say “Yeah” to get away from the situation faster. Or even a student in a behavioural meeting- the staff could bash on for hours about the students behaviour and attitude- and all the student would have to do is say “Yeah” and leave, only to return the next day and do the exact same thing over... but it worked!

So, the need and urge to expand on your response bubbled around like a plague within your chest. “Yeah- I mean, I haven't talked to them in a while, but personally, i'd like to say we’re okay”

Your hair sticks like another layer of skin on the back of your neck as you gulp down some cool air, feeling it swash around within your anxious lungs. Her look was almost venomous, like the point of a snake’s fang, or a sharpened elephant tusk. It almost hurt to look at her with how much your throat closed at the idea of… everything.

“You sure? You don't look or sound so sure about that” You sigh at her concern, taking another sip of your drink before tutting gently. “You really don’t need to answer, I just wanted to understand if you’re close with your family or not…”

“No. no. It’s okay. Trust me, it’s just complicated. I love my family as much as the next guy, but they’re not always available. I can never seem to call them anymore, not on their personal numbers anyway. I have to call the homeline…” You almost cringe at the fact your family even have a homeline. It just seems so outdated. “-and even then, it’s not them who answers”

“Who answers?”

Pausing, you almost feel your bottom lip quiver. “My grandpa” you smile sadly, exhaling deeply through your mouth. “He lives with my parents due to paralysis in his left leg. His wife- my grandma- still lives in another country due to visa issues. So when I can't get ahold of my parents, I ring the family homeline and talk to my grandpa about grandma and how much they’ve talked”

Noticing a small smile playing on the plush of Yunjin's lips, you can’t help but smile too. “That’s cute” she beams, holding eye contact as she does so. Somehow, her smile felt different this time, and it somehow made the miraculous happen- a certain heat reached your neck. It’s tingly, and it’s certainly not unwelcome as the onlook of your new friend ceases to flatten your mood.

“We’re probably the closest in the family, me and my grandpa. He’s always telling me about a new story every few weeks- and a life lesson that comes along with it too”

“He sounds like a charming man. I can really see where you got yours from”

There it was again, the same warmth that resided upon your neck just seconds ago was back for a suffocating round two. It strangled you in a calm grasp. Your neck acts as a bottle of rose champagne, fizzing and bubbling the more it’s aggravated- rising in volume and colour with the increase of verbal intimacy and attentiveness present within the room.

You were going to need some time to get used to this girls' compliments...

“Thank you, Yunjin”

Yunjin laughs, shaking her head,”Please call me Jennifer, or Jen for short”

Your eyebrows almost lift in surprise, a nickname? “If you say so Yunji- I mean Jen” you’re quick to salute jokingly, face going slack as a smile threatens your lips into a not so covert grin.

This only makes her laugh again though, her hand moving to brush through the brown of her silky hair away from covering her face.

“Sorry” you mumble bashfully, a small smile finally breaking from your lips.

“It’s all good” Yunjin pauses to yawn, her hand moving to now cover her mouth as her jaw inevitably stretches open,”don’t sweat it”

“Are you tired?” You ask, feeling kind of stupid now that you think about it. Why else would she be yawning? “I can leave if you want to get some rest-”

“No!” Yunjin surprises both you and herself with the sudden uproar in her tone, her voice reaching far beyond what it normally does. She coughs,”sorry, it’s just that it’s still raining, and I don’t want you getting sick… you know?”

Glancing back to the window, you take a mental note at the progression of the on-going storm outside. It looks far worse now… “Yeah… I do understand, thanks for looking out for me”

“It’s no big deal, you would’ve done the same for me... I hope?”

“I would've” You confirm, observing as she nuzzles her head against a pillow, her body language seeming more so relaxed. “There’s no way I’d let you go out in that”

"That's good to know"

You hum,"you never answered my other question though…" A flash of concentration blimps within her eyes,"What question?"

"Are you tired?"

"What? What's that got to do with the question you asked earlier? A tired brain wouldn't stop me from remembering, it shouldn't-"

"No, Jen" you smile,"the question was, are you tired?"

Her face morphs to one of disappointment and understanding, eyebrows tightly pinched together "Oh… sorry, that must've completely slipped my mind," she laughs awkwardly. “I guess I am tired”

“You should rest then”

“But who’ll keep you company? I don’t want to leave you alone… not because I don’t trust you or anything! I just want-”

“Want to be a good host?” You cut her off with a smile,”Yeah, I understand”

“I’m glad you do, I don’t want to leave the impression that I don’t care”

“I could never get that impression from you” you reassure, gaze shifting to the blonde that’s walked into the room again, a contentless plate in one hand while her phone occupies the other. You make brief eye contact before she continues on into what you've mapped out to be the kitchen. You sip on your water again.

“What are you looking at?” Yunjin asks, turning to evaluate the rest of the room with a suspicious eye.

“Your roommate came back out” is what you would’ve said… if you hadn’t noticed the small flare in her eyes, a look that spoke a thousand words without a vocal meaning. But instead, you just shook your head. “Nothing, just thinking”

“Oh?” She turns back to face you, quirking an eyebrow at your response,”What were you thinking about?”

"Not much," you smile before downing the rest of your drink,"mind if I go and refill this?"

"Not at all. It's just through there," she points in the general direction.

"Thanks"

Walking into the kitchen meant coming face to face with Yunjin's roommate and her more innocent looking features. Rosie, a name you remember so vaguely, though, that’s not what she used to call her.

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: A new college means new faces, and although you already have a set of friends to hang out with, you can't help but be drawn to the two campus heartthrobs... and they can't help but be drawn to you too...

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[violet-stormbringer]

The Razor's Edge and the Stormbringer's many deaths

Chapter One: The Razor.

She was on a path in the woods. At the end of that path, was a cabin. In the basement of that cabin was a Princess. She was here to slay her.

Naturally, she was likely going to end up doing the exact opposite of that. If it were her, and she were locked up for who knows how long? She’d probably be cranky enough to end the world too.

She stared down at her left arm, the gold metal of the prosthetic gleaming in the moonlight. She almost did, the more she thought about it.

As she walked, she had more than enough time to reflect on her previous adventures, and she recalled her crusade on The Heavens. She recalled how the conflict had almost been enough to wipe out her home.

The thought of home brought her attention to the sky, the stars twinkling above her in peaceful rhythm. She was so far from Inferia, she couldn’t help but wonder where it was up there; if it was up there at all.

Unfortunately, her reflection was cut short as she felt the ground beneath her change; from soft soil of the dirt path to the hard wood of the cabin porch. She took a deep breath, looking up to the structure before her. It was now or never.

She ducked underneath the slanted wooden awning and the doorframe, only to find herself met with a pleasant surprise. The interior of the cabin was big enough to fit her, even as she stood at her full height; even leaving some room to spare between her head and the ceiling above.

She frowned at that thought, it was definitely smaller on the outside. Some kind of magic, perhaps?

She shook her head, looking around the room before her. The interior of the cabin was a jagged mess of warped wooden and broken boards, their splintered edges as uninviting as shattered glass. 

The only furniture of note was a mirror made of stainless steel and glass covered in a thick layer of dust. On the other side of the door was a pointed table with a pristine blade perched on its edge.

She felt the weight of the greatsword on her back, and figured that if danger did arise, it would be enough to defend herself with. So she opted to leave the blade on the table as she stepped to the mirror, reaching out and wiping the dust off the ornate object.

After wiping the entirety of the mirror off, she was met with the sight of herself as she stepped back to take a look at the reflection before her.

She stood at ten feet tall, with earthy brown skin accompanied by dark purple hair with white streaks running through the darkened locks and tied into a neat ponytail that fell behind her and stopped just at the midsection of her back. She had dark purple eyes that seemed to sparkle even in the dimmed light of the cabin.

She flashed the mirror a grin, confidence lighting her face aglow.

She wore a red and black tabard, a gold badge on the left side of the breast, with a pocket on the right side of the breast. A black and white sash with gold decorations was sewn onto the tabard and spanning from her left shoulder all the way down her chest and stopping just below her bust.

Accompanying the tabard was a pair of white trousers with a gold design on either side of the legs. The trousers ended as they were tucked into black socks which were firmly planted within her gold colored babouches, the point of the shoes curving upwards.

Her greatsword was barely visible in the mirror, sheathed on her back as it was, but she still caught a glimpse of the emerald colored blade with red accents near the base and hilt of the weapon. 

"Howdy Princess," she spoke, practicing her introduction into the mirror. "My name is Violet, and I'm here 'ta rescue you."

A pause, then she shook her head. There was no time to admire herself or practice her etiquette! There was a Princess to save, after all!

The door to the basement, made of the same splintered wood as the rest of the cabin, creaked open to reveal what must have once been a set of stairs. The fractured slats looked as if they’d been torn from their source and violently jammed into the wall.

The air coming from below held an almost metallic quality to it, like the scent or taste of fresh blood. The sounds of rhythmic scraping came up from below, as if someone were dragging something sharp across the stone of the basement floor.

‘Gods, if I were stuck down here forever …’ She shook her head, ignoring that thought.

“Hello?” She called out.

“I hope you’ve come to rescue me!” Her voice was grating, like metal scraping against metal, or nails against a blackboard. “I’ve been stuck down here foreverrr!”

There was something wrong with that voice. Almost like it had an edge to it. A smug edge, even. Like she thought she was superior to Violet. Irritating, to be sure, but she’d dealt with royals like this before.

“Y-Yeah, I’m here to rescue you!” She replied back as she descended. Totally. She really hoped it was that easy.

‘If anything bad happens to me here…’ she thought. ‘I’m gonna be real damned cross.’

She descended to the final step, stopping just in the doorframe leading back to the stairs upwards, and the Princess was in sight.

She had sharp eyes, a dull grey, like the first signs of a thunderstorm in an otherwise cloudless sky, and they seemed to follow Violet from across the room. 

Her hair was as pale as snow, the absence of any color adding to it’s sharp edge and giving it the appearance of crudely scribbled lines of graphite on paper.

Her dress, contrasting against both her pale skin and snowy white hair, a sharp splash of crimson; like blood across freshly fallen snow, the colors fading to a softer pink around the edges and yet deepening the further inwards one looked.

As Violet stopped moving, she spoke, her grating voice more prominent in the cruel and sharply angled stone basement.

“Finally, somebody! Quick, get me out of these chains, we’re not safe here.”

She had to resist the urge to let out a huff and roll her eyes. If she was going to put on an act, she could at least put some effort into it!

Then, she shook her head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts. There was always the chance it wasn’t an act. At the very least, she could give The Princess the benefit of the doubt.

“What’re you waiting foooor?” She asked, drawing the last word out as much she could. “You are here to rescue me, right?”

“Listen…” Violet spoke calmly as she kept pointedly in the frame of the doorway leading from the basement to the stairs leading upwards. 

“I can help you, but I need you to put any weapons aside for me. I’ll even do th’same for you, see?”

She unsheathed her massive greatsword, and set it against the wall. “Just…this is a dangerous situation, y’know?”

“But I don’t even have any knives to stab you with!” The Princess lied, lyingly. Like a liar. Because Violet didn’t explicitly mention knives. 

…Nor did she mention being stabbed, now that she’d given that a bit of thought. She was just trying to keep the two of them safe in case something awful happened the moment she fiddled with the chains.

That wasn’t suspicious at all. (It was.)

She sighed. What was the worst that could happen? She could think of plenty, but she wasn’t paid to think. 

Come to think of it, she wasn’t really paid at all. For this at least. A shame.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming closer. Try not ‘ta move funny, yeah?”

“Of course I won’t!” She gave Violet a wide mouthed grin as the other approached her. 

Against Violet’s better judgement, she walked across the room, leaving her greatsword behind, and approached within arm’s reach of the Princess. That was when she heard it. The horrible sound of metal slicing through meat.

First the metal sliced through the flesh of the Princess, cleaving through her left arm as a blade emerged and left the fleshy remains of the torn open arm dangling from her elbow.

Then, the sound of metal through meat gave way to metal crashing against metal. Violet instinctively brought her left arm to bear, and the Princess’ blade caught against the golden prosthetic.

Violet dropped to a kneel as the overwhelming force of the Princess, something that should not have been possible with how damned small she was compared to her, pressed against her. The Princess held a wicked smile the entire time.

“Ooh!” She exclaimed. “I was aiming to cut open your stomach and look at your insides, but you’re made of metal, just like me!”

It was a struggle just to remain on her knees before the Princess, with Violet grunting as she pushed back against the blade that had been meant to slice her open. “Nngh, y-yeah. Yep. Pure metal. That’s me. So if you could just—”

She was interrupted as the Princess pulled her blade back, swinging it once more and cleaving the left arm from Violet, sending it clattering uselessly to the ground. “Hehe!” The Princess let out a laugh at the dismemberment.

Violet stared in amazement at her arm on the ground beside her, then she looked up to the Princess, eyes widened.

“You’re going to die now~” The Princess declared. She lifted her blade, pulling it back and thrusting it forward. Only, her blade cleaved through the air instead of through Violet as the woman dropped to a prone position.

Violet rolled to her right, leaping to her feet; a maneuver she could only do without her left arm, thanks to the confines of the basement of the cabin. The remaining metal of her prosthetic grinded against the wall, Violet made a rush towards her sword, resting near the entrance.

The Princess huffed at Violet’s dodging, and she rushed to keep up with the giantess. She swung at her back, her blade cleaving through flesh and cloth as she added a new wound to the already deformed flesh. The blood darkened the already red fabric of her tabard, and Violet stumbled at the blow.

“You’re not made of metal after all!” The Princess exclaimed, and Violet whipped around to see the insufferably smug grin still plastered on her face. “Neat!”

Violet grit her teeth as she grabbed the hilt of her greatsword. Down an arm and being taunted by a lady with a sword for an arm. The Princess was lucky she was cute, otherwise Violet might’ve held a grudge.

She was going to have to wield her sword with only one hand, and that was already a problem. If the blade were just smaller—

Then it hit her. Not the Princess, no, she was still busy marveling at the fact that Violet had flesh for her to cut. A realization. That’s what hit her.

The pristine blade was still upstairs, residing on that table. Granted, it would be no more than a chefs knife in her hand, but it would be hells of a lot easier to wield with only one hand. She silently cursed herself for not grabbing it when she had the chance.

She couldn’t turn around, the Princess would just stab her in the back. That only meant she had to risk climbing the stairs backwards. She had to hope she remembered the way.

The cut from earlier ached, and it dawned on Violet that she couldn’t swing the greatsword efficiently even if she wanted to only use one hand for the large weapon. That would only risk further injury.

Still, she could hopefully at least use the blade to fend the Princess off as she made her way back upstairs. So she lifted it, the tip of the blade pointed downwards as Violet faced the flat end towards the Princess. A defensive stance. Her back was, almost literally, against the wall.

The Princess had gotten over her marveling at the fact that Violet could bleed, and began her advance, speeding towards Violet and swinging. Her blade caught against Violet’s greatsword, and it was everything Violet could do to push her back, using her momentum against her to slide the blade harmlessly away from her.

And so the dance continued even as Violet climbed the staircase behind her, the Princess following after her with the wickedest of grins on her face. Her grey eyes filled with murderous glee, she wasn’t even breaking a damned sweat.

Eventually, they did reach the top of the stairs, and Violet stumbled backwards through the threshold of the door leading out of the basement. She slammed the door shut just as the Princess was climbing the last of the stairs. She propped her greatsword against it, hoping it would be enough to stop her.

It wouldn’t, but it would buy her enough time. She reached over and grabbed the pristine blade from the table in the corner and she backed away from the door, gripping the dagger in her hand as she took a battle stance.

The door, was, in fact, no match for the Princess, for she sliced through the wood like it was nothing, and Violet’s greatsword clattered uselessly to the ground at the feet of the Princess.

She stared at Violet, a smile still on her face. “You know…that was fun! But you should know that you can’t run away from me! You’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna make it out alive!”

A pause, as she lifted her blade and gestured at Violet. “Not that you’re going to make it out alive~!”

With that, she rushed Violet, bringing her blade to the side in a horizontal slash. Violet parried the blow with the pristine blade, the dagger little more than a knife in her hand, but it was easier to defend herself with it than the greatsword.

As the Princess’ blade glanced off the dagger, Violet took this opportunity to lunge forward, thrusting out with the pristine blade aimed at the Princess’ neck.

That was when she heard it again. The horrible, horrible sound of metal slicing through meat, an awful squelching noise emanating from the Princess. A sharp pain in Violet’s leg, and she looked down.

Her right leg had been impaled by a long, thin sheet of metal, another blade; this time protruding from an angry red slit along the flesh of the Princess’ thigh, where it had been nestled just moments ago. It was still lodged within her leg, emerging from her knee, hinging up and out of the Princess like an extra limb.

“Now that’s just unfair…” Violet huffed, lifting her gaze to stare at the Princess.

The Princess merely offered a smile as she brought her arm across Violet, slashing across her chest as well as her right hand, cleaving the appendage clean from her arm, and with it, her last line of defense.

Violet staggered back, the blade of the Princess’ thigh glistening with her blood as she dropped to the ground.

The Princess stood there, staring down at Violet. “You’re going to die now.”

And with a thrust of the Princess blade, followed by an unceremonious squelch, that’s exactly what happened as the Princess stabbed through Violet’s neck and cleaved her head from her body.

Everything went dark, and she died.

[thecglcatalog]

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The design goals are two: to provide restraints that keep baby in place for every part of its little day, and to furnish a flexible, attractive nursery that caregiver will enjoy!  

Every nursery centers around baby’s sleeping space, and this one is no exception!  Vacuum Bassinet tucks baby in on a thick, tufted rubber mattress with a sleek neck-high rubber blanket.  Port in the left side lets you suck the air out from in between to pinion baby safely on its back for the night!  Head remains uncovered so baby can still see and hear your comforting presence – though if this is undesirable, an optional matching Total Pacifier Rubber Hood fills the mouth with a soothing pacifier bulb while encasing little one’s head in rubber to match the vacuum sheet.

Outside baby’s vacuum-bed prison, bassinet has a beautifully curvilinear shape with a convertible cover that folds back or pops up at the flick of a switch.  The whole streamlined frame moves on silent locking casters so you can roll baby around as you wish.  The cover and sides are luxuriously upholstered in nylon canvas in your choice of delightfully vintage-futuristic prints: Pink Atomic, Powder Blue Starburst, or White/Multi Geo.  The same fabric makes up the lightly gathered skirt.  Select your rubber color to match or contrast as you please: Silky Pink, Little Boy Blue, Vintage Mint.

Bassinet includes a supportive keepsake pillow and a handsome steel-cased Baby Monitor so you can remotely view your vacuum-bound dolly.  Hooks on right side provide convenient places to hang the Baby Monitor and optional catheter bag.

Height-matched Vacuum Activation Stool is a chic way to integrate with all other furniture pieces – and gives owner an observation seat, too!  The small drum-shaped vacuum device with its coiled hose fits under a round vanity stool on silent casters, padded with comfortable foam rubber under a vinyl skirt.  All-around piping in your chosen solid rubber color gives it a neatly finished look.

Use the device to power the Vacuum Feeding Seat, too – this backward-tilted baby-slave lounger encloses baby’s shoulders, arms, and thighs in a vacuum-tight rubber sleeve, so baby’s struggles are limited during bottle-feeding or spoon-feeding.  And if baby misbehaves at breakfast time, some time in the Full Enclosure Nap Mat may be in order – it unfolds like a futon to provide head-to-toe vacuum coverage, with breathing possible through a large pacifier-shaped mouth port.

Position changes make for a healthy baby, so many caregivers also choose a Crawly Cube, a square steel “tent” with rubber sheets that seal tightly together to hold baby in place on all fours.  For restraint variety, Tummy Time Mat is a soft, thick rubber floor tile with jigsaw edges that will integrate with most interlocking floor mats.  Anchored through the durable rubber in four places, a rigid four-hole shackle holds ankles and wrists in a neat little line.  Baby will be forced to assume a face-down, bottoms-up posture when locked into the shackles … or use just the inner or outer ones for less restrictive floor playtime.

Transfer to the Upright Play Chair for a change of scenery.  Its hard molded rubber seat cups baby’s shoulders and buttocks comfortably, while anchoring flexible rubber-and-nylon straps that can be buckled around baby at waist, sternum, and thigh.  Straps retract into the core of the chair when not in use.  Molded rubber armrests “waterfall” down to become colorful front legs, which conceal pull-out ankle and knee straps for when spread legs are preferred to closed ones.  The wrist straps are extra-special – they can either restrain baby’s hands or be used to securely attach the included Play Tray, a steel “desk” space for completing slave’s little homework or playing with toys.  Included rubber Play Tray Mat is a smooth surface for suction cups or dishwasher-safe liner for feeding.  Extra Play Tray Mat Set includes one rubber and one patterned nylon liner for easy swapping, too!

Upright Play Chair has steel legs and locking casters for sturdiness and ease in positioning baby.  Its seat has a discreet center hole so baby can go potty while strapped in.  The hard rubber Stillness Potty slides right underneath!  Potty’s matching soft rubber lap strap with its solid steel buckles retracts underneath to keep out of the way when baby goes peepee from above … springs right back out at a gentle tug to secure slave on the potty.  Complete baby’s little potty corner by positioning the Stainless Full-Length Mirror in front of the chair so slave can watch themself go.

When slaves aren’t ready for potty training – or whenever playtime pauses for changies – Stillness Changing Table is ready for service.  Beautifully upholstered in wipe-clean patterned nylon with rubber corner bumpers, this sturdy nursery necessity has two arching arms that swivel into place above baby’s chest.  The lower arm has two sliding clamps with stay-on rubber tips for attachment to slave’s nipples.  The upper arm has two welded-on loops to hold short chains, where baby’s wrists and ankles can be attached to keep the legs raised in diaper position.  You’ll see very little wiggling when both are in use – especially if you lift the velcro flap from the changing pad and tuck it across baby’s middle, securing it firmly on the other side.

Changing table includes four detachable Velcro Cuffs in matching solid rubber/patterned nylon – and the low steel rails that surround the changing pad furnish extra tie points for absolute flexibility in adult baby restraint.  Two undershelves – one full-width, one half-width to accommodate taller items – are sturdy sheet steel perforated with a subtle space-age pattern.  Don’t risk losing a cuff; order an extra Velcro Cuff Set for half off normal price when you commission your Changing Table.

To complete your nursery furniture, sleek Stainless Steel Nursery Shelf matches Changing Table design and offers three shelves in baby’s reach, while Hanging Steel Nursery Shelf has the same dimensions but screws into drywall at caregiver’s eye level.  Stillness Nylon Baby Wardrobe stands five feet high and contains hanging space, four half-width drawers, and two full-width drawers on silent-glide sliders.  Twelve molded rubber hangers are included to keep cute little outfits looking fresh.

No nursery is complete without matching accessories, so we are also proud to offer nylon-upholstered Lidded Storage Boxes in nesting sets of two, made from heavy chipboard and finished with rubber grips.  These slide easily into the Changing Table’s undershelves.  Hard rubber Toy Bins match your chosen solid color and nest neatly inside the smaller Storage Boxes for perfect organization.  

Complete nursery’s look with Stainless Stillness Nursery Decor Set, including three stand-or-hang stainless steel Picture Frames – one 5x7, two 6x8 – an egg-shaped steel Keepsake Box, and a Steel Planets Mobile.  Prepare for baby care with Stillness Rubber Nursery Essentials, a collection of enema bag, bulb syringe, molded posture collar, and strap-in pacifier, plus two rounded steel padlocks, all in a sleek nylon-upholstered box.  A slightly scaled-up version of this box with sturdy interior dividers contains the Stainless Stillness Restraint Essentials: two telescoping Spreader Bars, spider gag, twelve clover clamps, chain collar, and six additional padlocks in a decorative lock-shaped container.

Help baby sleep soundly with a fleece-lined nylon Eyemask and nylon rod-pocket Blackout Curtains or Blackout Pulldown Shades – and if you do not have a curtain rod, we offer a Space Age Steel Curtain Rod with sleek geometric finials.  Interlocking Rubber Floor Tiles that integrate with the Tummy Time Mat are available in the standard Silky Pink, Little Boy Blue, and Vintage Mint options, plus Black; order two or more sets to create your own high-impact flooring pattern with the low-impact springy tread.

All items may be ordered separately.  10% discount if you order the full suite.  Steel parts can be coated in rose gold or black enamel for an upcharge; contact us for more customization details.

[craftmasterplans]

How to Build the Perfect Adirondack Chair

Materials and Tools

Materials:

Wood: Cedar, pine, or redwood are great for outdoor durability.

Wood screws: Stainless steel or galvanized to resist rust.

Wood glue: Exterior-rated for added stability.

Sandpaper: Various grits (80, 120, 220).

Exterior wood finish: For weather protection (paint, stain, or sealer).

Tools:

Circular saw or jigsaw

Power drill and bits

Sanding block or power sander

Measuring tape

Clamps

Pencil and square

Step-by-Step Instructions

Step 1: Prepare the Wood

Choose Quality Wood: Start by selecting high-quality wood boards that are thick and durable. Cedar or redwood is ideal for outdoor furniture due to its resistance to weather and pests.

Cut the Boards to Size: Measure and cut your wood to the following pieces:

Back slats: 5–7 boards (1"x4"), about 30-36 inches in length, depending on your preferred back height.

Seat slats: 5–6 boards (1"x4") for a comfortable seat width.

Armrests: Two pieces, each about 4 inches wide, 20–24 inches long.

Legs: 4 pieces cut to provide a sturdy, slightly reclined angle.

Sand the Wood: Smooth all cut pieces with 80-grit sandpaper, progressing to finer grits (120, then 220) for a comfortable finish.

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Step 2: Assemble the Base

Attach the Front and Back Legs: Position the legs to achieve a gentle backward slope. Connect the front legs to the side of each back leg with screws, ensuring both sides match for stability.

Build the Seat Frame: Attach horizontal supports between the legs to create a sturdy base frame for the seat slats.

Secure the Seat Slats: Evenly space the slats across the frame and secure each with wood screws, leaving a slight gap between slats for water drainage if outdoors.

Step 3: Construct the Chair Back

Arrange the Back Slats: Line up the slats vertically with a slight curve or slight angle outward for extra comfort.

Attach Slats to the Back Frame: Secure each slat to a horizontal support, making sure they’re evenly spaced.

Attach the Back to the Seat Frame: Use wood screws to connect the back of the chair to the base securely.

Step 4: Add Armrests and Finishing Touches

Attach Armrests: Position the armrests on top of the legs, ensuring they’re level. Secure them with screws.

Sand and Finish: Sand any remaining rough areas, especially edges, to prevent splinters.

Apply a Weatherproof Finish: Coat your chair with an outdoor-rated finish like paint, stain, or clear sealer to enhance durability.

Tips for a Professional Finish

Test the Chair: Sit in your chair to make sure it’s comfortable. Adjust the back angle if needed.

Consider Padding: For extra comfort, add outdoor-rated cushions to the seat and back.

Customize with Paint or Stain: For added style, paint your chair a bright color or stain it for a natural look.

Final Thoughts

Building an Adirondack chair is a rewarding project that combines woodworking skills with functionality. Taking time to get each step right ensures a comfortable, long-lasting piece that will become a cherished part of your outdoor space. Enjoy the satisfaction of crafting a classic chair that’s both stylish and practical!

With this guide, you’ll be able to create a perfect Adirondack chair that’s both beautiful and functional, ready to bring comfort and style to your backyard or patio. Happy building!

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[homo-rashi]

The Girls Dorm (an omo fic)

Chapter 1 : Meeting (Read it on Ao3)

Aspen, for the life of her, could not figure out why her dorm situations had been changed so last minute. Her dad rushed in holding a fat, thick letter, worried it was something to do with her sports scholarship falling through, only for it to be a letter from the head of housing, informing her that her two-person dorm was being changed to a four person accommodation suite.

“This might work out in your favor, Honey.” Aspen's dad said, digging the letting out from the kitchen trash so she could actually read it word for word, After Aspen read the first few lines and immediately decided the rest of the latter was pointless, because she was annoyed and somewhat pissed.

“What if they only did this so all the poor, scholarship charity cases are together, away from all the stupid rich elite students.” Aspen frowned, She couldn't think of any other reason they would change her roommate situation, three days before she is set to roadtrip out to her new university.

“You know that's not the case, and you're not a charity case! You're a prized athlete who worked hard for that scholarship, so enough of that.” Her dad paused, reading farther into the letter, “The new dorm you're getting is bigger, you have your own kitchen and…bathroom.” He said, making Aspen’s cheeks immediately flush at what he was insinuating.

“Dad! I told you…I'm in college now! That's not going to be an issue anymore.” Aspen sighed, she was really, really hoping to not have this conversation with anyone, let alone her dad before leaving.

“I'm just saying honey, Just last week you-”

“Yes! And it was a fluke! I'm practically an adult now, and adults don't…have that issue.” Her dad gave her a sympathetic smile, a sight she is used to seeing and handed the letter back to her,

“Just, maybe don't get so upset. Having more roommates might be fun.” Aspen offered a half smile back to her dad, deciding that now she has to completely rethink her dorm decorating plans before she set off on their drive Monday morning.

***

Monday morning came and went and Aspen was and is still the only person occupying one of the two rooms in their dorm…Or more like, apartment.

Unlike the original dorm photos that were sent in the brochures when Aspen was accepted into Trader University, Lined with old, blue carpeting, Her whole dorm was lined with shiny, soft oak wood floors, Even the bathroom had a fancy, subway tile versus whatever monstrosity the communal dorms she was not looking forwards to had.

The bedrooms were larger than she was expecting. The typical dorm furniture that was expected, feels small in the spacious room, one whole wall being floor to ceiling windows overlooking the quad. Two large, well, large for University standards, closets take up one wall of the room, and two twin beds take up the respective other walls.

Aspen, not really feeling ready to venture out and explore the new city surrounding the university by herself, has taken the time all morning to unpack her thinks, make her bed up just how she likes and needs it to be and place a grocery order curtasity of her dad’s generosity so she had some food in their (very lovely) french door stainless steel refrigerator.

Just as Aspen was thinking about putting said groceries to use and making lunch, the electronic lock on the door into her dorm clicked, starrling her enough she had to cross her legs for a moment.

“Hello?” a thick accented voice echoed through the minimally furnished common area.

“Hello? I'm in the kitchen!” Aspen called back, to who she assumed was one of her three other roommates.

“Holy crap! We have a kitchen? Oh my fucking god, Is that a flat screen tv!?” The tall, black haired girl quickly abandoned her two large purple suit cases in the hallways, running into the living room and sitting down on the simple gray sectional that was there when Aspen arrived, along with a large flat screen mounted on the wall.

“Yeah, I was pretty shocked when I saw it too.” Aspen said, awkwardly. Not really sure how to introduce herself,

“Shocked is an understatement!” The girl got up from the Sofa and walked over to the bar, sitting down on one of the provided black leather bar stools. “Whatcha makin?” She asked, Aspen picks up on her accent again, this time she almost thinks it's Australian, but not quite what she is used to hearing Australian influencers she follows sound like.

“Just a salad, I got some groceries for us to use until we all get settled in, You want me to make you one?” Aspen asks, pointing her knife to the onion she is currently chopping.

“Nah, but thank you though! I ate at the airport, I'm Sydney, by the way.” Sydney shot out her hand, Aspen set her knife down and shook it, noticing instantly that the girls grip is strong,

“Aspen. Hey, Do you play sports by any chance?” Aspen asked, feeling like her handshake is somewhat telling.

“Yes mam! I'm here on a softball scholarship!” Sydney said proudly, “Here representing the New Zealand ducks!” She said with a big grin on her face, The irony of a girl named Sydney being from New Zealand did not go over Aspen’s head, but a more pressing thought popped into her brain at that moment.

“Hmmm, I wonder if we really all were roommates because we are on sports scholarships.” Aspen thinks out loud,

“You play softball?” Sydney asked with an excited inflection

“Oh no! I run track, Track and Field scholarship, uh, Go quails!” Aspen says, although she hasn't really thought of her high school track team since summer started, not really having been close with any of the members on her team for many reasons, one above all others…Teenage girls can be cruel, especially when it comes to things you can help.

“Oh sick! So you run really fast then? That could come in handy playing softball, if you ever decided to play for the other team, You know who to call!” Sydney said, laughing as she grabbed a single piece of raw onion off Aspen’s cutting board and chucked it into her mouth. “Where is the bathroom in this place? Fourteen hour flight with free drinks.” Sydney says standing up from the bar,

“It's down the hall, right by the open bedroom door with the light on.” Aspen said, pointing towards her bedroom…Her bedroom that she definitely didn't pick because it was in fact closest to the bathroom…not at all.

“Holy fuck! It's beautiful-Is that a Javuzzi tub!?” Aspen held back her laughter at her roommate's reaction to the restroom. Her own reaction, albeing less ridden with cursing, was somewhat the same upon seeing the bathtub.

“So you think we really get this fancy ass dorm because we're on a sports scholarship?” Sydney asked, exiting the bathroom and pulling her hooded sweatshirt off over her head, chucking it onto the couch.

“I mean…I'm not sure the letter I got was vague. It only makes sense though, right?” Aspen said, picking up her now completed salad and joining Sydney on the couch.

“I'm excited to find out what sports our other two roomies play! I hope one of them plays softball, ooooh or what if we get one of those mega-buff field hockey girls?” Sydney says, excitement evident ,

“What if we get a cheerleader?” Aspen said, remembering how well, genuinely and completely awful the cheerleaders were to her back in high school, Even thought she knows and respects it as a sport, she never understood why it was always the meanest girls who were interested in cheer,

“We don't have cheerleaders back home, that's so…american! That would be kinda cool” Sydney laughs, Aspen decides maybe trauma dumping about being picked on by cheerleaders for being the school pants wetter, is maybe not the best way to make herself have a better social standing on university, so she just laughs with her.

“Ah, oh no.” The electronic lock clicks again, followed by a sharp hiss of someone baning into the door. Aspen jumps again, crossing her legs. This time however, she feels that similar feeling, the one her body is thankful for, had started giving her before she was on the brink of a full blown accident. Part of the reason she thinks she wont have issues like she did back in high school, is because of that particular new development.

“Roomie three? Is that you?” Sydney says, standing up from the sofa. Aspen stays seated for a moment longer, just enough to compose herself long enough to greet the new arrival, then she will excuse herself to the restroom.

“Hi, um yes?” A soft, small voice comes faintly down the hallway, followed by the sound of wheels rolling on the hardwood. Aspen stands up, expecting to help take some of the heavy sounding suitcases from the girl, but instead, she stops to find a small framed, brown haired girl with glasses, in a silver and red accented wheelchair, struggling to open the door completely.

“Here, let me prop it open, there is a door stop, I used it when I got here.” Aspen says, helping the girl get herself and her one suitcase inside. Aspen shares a confused look with Sydney, clearly their sports scholarship idea might not be the most accurate.

“Thank you, you're so nice!” The girl's soft voice is so…gentle. Aspen immediately feels like a monster next to her. Watching her wheel herself down the hallway, Aspen noticed how thin and longer her fingers are, delicate, very much not giving field hockey much to Sydney's dismay. “This is Aspen, I'm Sydney…Hey, quick question, do you play water polo?” Sydney is already speaking before Aspen can think to stop her,

“Water what? Um, no I uh, I haven't picked my major yet.” The girl says quietly. “My name is Lucy, by the way. Um- Did you guys already pick your rooms?” She says, pointing down the hallway.

“I did, I got here last night. Sydney hasn't though.” Aspen says, already going to walk down the hallway toward the bedroom, “This is the one I choose.” Aspen walks inside, Sydney follows and looks around,

“Oh, hmm.” Lucy pauses at the door, stopping at the small step down into the bedroom, Aspen hadn't even noticed it until then,

“Oh, I'll eat shit on that in the middle of the night…Lucy, was it? Let's take the other room! looks like we're gonna be roomies!” Sydney says, taking ahold of Lucy's wheelchair handles, with permission, and wheeling her into the room just a few feet down the hall. Aspen takes the moment of quiet to excuse herself to the restroom, the nagging feeling from being spooked earlier never quite went away.

[narangmedical]

HF071A Delivery Table Telescopic features an adjustable height frame made of pre-treated and epoxy powder-coated mild steel, with a three-sectional top crafted from stainless steel fixed on a trolley base, complete with 125mm castors; its leg section slides entirely under the main section, and the Trendelenburg position is easily adjusted via a pneumatic pump ... https://www.narang.com/hospital-medical-furniture/obstetric-tables/HF071A.php

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Hasta La Vista! Biomorphic room divider. For a Life Less Ordinary. Late 2023.

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Hasta La Vista room divider. Formed aluminum frame in anodized Ebony, stainless steel base and ball bearing locking pistons. Solid teak or white oak biomorphic panels. 42”w X 72” or 84” H X 12” leg depth, 2” frame depth.

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Mirror Polished Stainless Furniture Legs – Ningbo Hanchi Metal Product Co., Ltd.

Stainless furniture legs are also a kind of stainless steel product that gives a very aesthetic look to your home decor. Similarly, there are many other stainless steel products that come in handy for several useful purposes. So let’s dig deeper into the advantages of stainless steel products.

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5 Innovative Uses of Pipes and Tubes You Never Knew About

Sagar Steel Corporation, one of the leading Pipes and Tubes Manufacturers in India, constantly explores and supplies pipes and tubes for these unique applications. From architectural projects to unconventional engineering solutions, let’s dive into five lesser-known uses of pipes and tubes that might surprise you.

Architectural Designs and Aesthetic Structures

Modern architecture increasingly incorporates pipes and tubes as design elements. Architects today utilize pipes and tubes to add structural beauty, creating sleek, minimalist facades, decorative stair railings, and other stylish features. Stainless steel tubes, for instance, are popular for creating open, industrial-themed interiors in homes and offices. Their durability, coupled with their ability to be easily molded, makes pipes and tubes an ideal choice for adding a contemporary look to buildings. Sagar Steel Corporation, a leading name among Pipes and Tubes Suppliers in India, provides high-quality materials suited to these design needs, making any architectural concept possible with style and stability.

Renewable Energy Applications

In the pursuit of sustainable energy, pipes and tubes are playing a critical role. Solar farms, for example, use metal tubes to construct the frames that hold solar panels in place, ensuring durability against harsh weather. Additionally, in wind farms, pipes and tubes form part of the turbine structures, bearing the weight of the large blades and standing firm against strong winds. The ability of tubes and pipes to withstand environmental stress makes them vital in supporting renewable energy infrastructure. Sagar Steel Corporation’s commitment to high-quality materials enables their pipes and tubes to reliably serve in green energy projects across India and beyond, supporting sustainability in innovative ways.

Agricultural Systems and Greenhouse Frames

Agriculture relies on a sturdy infrastructure to support greenhouses, irrigation, and crop protection systems. Pipes and tubes serve as the backbone for greenhouse frames, making them resilient against wind, rain, and other elements, allowing farmers to grow crops year-round. Further, these structures are ideal for installing efficient irrigation systems, where tubes carry water precisely to each plant. As one of the premier Pipes and Tubes Manufacturers, Sagar Steel Corporation offers products that can endure the rugged demands of agricultural use, aiding in efficient farming practices and contributing to increased agricultural productivity.

Healthcare and Laboratory Equipment

In medical and laboratory settings, cleanliness, durability, and resistance to corrosion are critical. Pipes and tubes are used in various medical devices and laboratory setups, such as for transporting gasses, in diagnostic tools, and even as frames for equipment. Stainless steel tubes, in particular, are widely used in sterile environments due to their non-reactive and easy-to-clean nature. Sagar Steel Corporation supplies pipes and tubes specifically tailored for such sensitive applications, helping healthcare providers and researchers maintain high standards of hygiene and safety in their equipment and facilities.

Furniture and Interior Décor

Beyond industrial uses, pipes and tubes have found a place in the realm of interior design and furniture. The trend of using metal pipes in furniture, especially in creating industrial-chic décor, has gained popularity. Pipes and tubes are now a common feature in items like table legs, shelving units, and even lighting fixtures, adding a rustic yet modern appeal to spaces. These elements offer unique aesthetics, blending durability with visual interest, and making them a popular choice for homes, cafes, and offices alike. With products from Sagar Steel Corporation, a top name among Pipes and Tubes Suppliers, designers and homeowners can achieve creative, durable, and cost-effective furniture solutions.

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Creative Design Ideas Using Betonred

Betonred, with its minimalist aesthetic and versatility, has become a popular choice in modern architecture and design. This material, inspired by concrete's raw appeal, is not only durable but offers a sleek, contemporary look that adds sophistication to both interiors and exteriors. Here, we’ll explore creative design ideas utilizing Betonred in diverse spaces, bringing out its potential in creating stunning, functional, and enduring designs.

1. Interior Walls with a Statement

Betonred’s smooth finish and monochromatic tones make it an ideal choice for accent walls in living rooms, bedrooms, or offices. The subtle texture brings a sense of depth and character, often transforming a basic room into an elegant, modern space.

Living Room Accents: A Betonred accent wall in the living room can instantly elevate the room’s ambiance, offering a backdrop for minimalistic furniture or vibrant artwork. Paired with large, natural fiber rugs and soft lighting, it achieves a warm yet industrial look.

Bedroom Serenity: In bedrooms, Betonred walls create a serene, calming environment. You can add a headboard in contrasting colors like navy or black to create a focal point.

Office Spaces: Betonred in office interiors reflects a sleek, professional look. It can enhance focus while offering a backdrop for open shelving, monochrome artwork, or indoor plants.

2. Flooring with Betonred for a Seamless Look

The durability and visual appeal of Betonred make it a perfect choice for flooring, whether in residential or commercial spaces. The material's consistency provides a continuous, unbroken surface, creating a seamless and spacious appearance.

Open-Plan Homes: Betonred flooring works exceptionally well in open-plan homes, connecting different spaces without interruptions. It’s particularly effective in loft-style apartments, as it enhances the raw, industrial vibe that many of these spaces embrace.

Retail Spaces: In retail environments, Betonred floors provide a durable yet chic foundation, allowing merchandise to stand out without distracting patterns. It’s a practical choice, easy to clean and maintain, while offering a fashionable, urban edge.

Outdoor Patios: Extending Betonred flooring to outdoor patios or terraces ties interior and exterior spaces together, creating a cohesive look. It’s resilient to weather changes, making it suitable for high-traffic areas.

3. Betonred for Furniture: Adding Subtlety and Style

Betonred can also be used creatively in furniture design. Its minimalist look pairs well with various materials like wood, glass, and metal, allowing it to complement diverse interior styles.

Kitchen Countertops: Betonred countertops are an excellent option for modern, minimalist kitchens. The smooth surface adds a touch of industrial sophistication, working well with stainless steel appliances and sleek cabinetry.

Dining Tables: A Betonred dining table with wooden or metal legs makes for a striking centerpiece. The muted color scheme allows for a variety of decor, whether you prefer earthy tableware or vibrant accents.

Shelving and Storage Units: Betonred can also be used for open shelving units in living rooms, kitchens, or bathrooms. Its sturdy nature ensures durability, while its sleek look keeps things visually light and contemporary.

4. Kitchen Design: Betonred Backsplashes and Islands

The kitchen is one of the most popular places to use Betonred, as it brings both aesthetics and functionality to the space. Backsplashes and islands made from Betonred are not only eye-catching but also highly practical, given their easy-to-clean surfaces.

Backsplashes: A Betonred backsplash can act as a statement feature in the kitchen, pairing beautifully with white or black cabinetry. Its neutral tone also provides the flexibility to play with various textures and colors in other kitchen elements.

Islands: Betonred kitchen islands are not only visually striking but highly durable, making them perfect for heavy kitchen use. The island can serve as a focal point, especially when contrasted with pendant lighting or wooden stools.

5. Bathroom Elegance with Betonred

Betonred’s water resistance and sleek finish make it a popular choice for bathrooms. It can be used in various forms – from walls to sinks and even bathtubs – creating a spa-like experience within the home.

Vanities and Sinks: Betonred vanities provide a modern twist to traditional bathroom aesthetics. Paired with chrome or matte black fixtures, they add a luxurious touch to the bathroom without overwhelming the space.

Bathtubs and Showers: Betonred bathtubs are not only beautiful but also retain heat well, enhancing the bathing experience. For showers, consider using Betonred for both the walls and floors, creating a cohesive and minimalist design.

Accent Walls: A Betonred accent wall in the bathroom can transform the space, offering a grounding, earthy element that complements other materials like glass and metal.

6. Betonred in Outdoor Spaces: Pathways, Planters, and Seating

Betonred’s durability makes it an ideal choice for outdoor applications as well. Its subtle color blends well with natural surroundings, adding a modern yet organic feel to gardens, patios, and terraces.

Pathways and Driveways: Betonred pathways create a minimalist, clean look that guides the eye through the landscape. It’s also resilient, so it withstands wear from foot traffic and various weather conditions.

Garden Planters: Betonred planters give a contemporary touch to any garden or terrace. Their neutral tone enhances the vibrancy of plants, while their sturdy nature ensures they withstand outdoor elements.

Seating Solutions: Outdoor benches and seating made from Betonred can be both functional and visually appealing. They provide a low-maintenance seating solution for patios, terraces, or pool areas.

7. Facade Treatments: Betonred as Exterior Cladding

Using Betonred as an exterior cladding material adds a sleek, urban feel to a building’s facade. Its weather-resistant properties make it a durable choice that requires minimal upkeep, all while making a strong architectural statement.

Modern Homes: For residential buildings, Betonred facades offer a unique look that breaks away from conventional brick or wood exteriors. It’s a great choice for those seeking a modern aesthetic with a touch of industrial elegance.

Commercial Buildings: In commercial buildings, Betonred cladding conveys professionalism and sophistication. Its understated color scheme allows for easy branding integration, as signage or logos stand out prominently against its surface.

Apartment Complexes: Apartment buildings clad in Betonred exude a chic, metropolitan vibe. It pairs well with large glass windows and metal accents, resulting in a contemporary urban appeal.

8. Artistic Accents and Decorative Elements

Betonred can also be used for smaller design elements, giving a polished touch to interiors and exteriors alike. These subtle additions can add texture and sophistication without overwhelming a space.

Fireplace Surrounds: Betonred is an excellent choice for fireplace surrounds, adding a modern touch to a classic feature. Its heat resistance makes it safe, while its sleek look enhances the ambiance of living rooms or outdoor seating areas.

Decorative Panels: Betonred panels can be used as decorative wall elements in hallways, staircases, or bedrooms. These panels bring texture and dimension to otherwise flat surfaces.

Sculptures and Decorative Pieces: Betonred can be shaped into artistic sculptures or decorative items that add visual interest to interiors. Small Betonred figurines, bowls, or even vases bring a modern touch to any room.

9. Sustainability and Maintenance

Betonred’s eco-friendliness is another advantage. It’s often made using eco-conscious methods and can contribute to sustainable building practices. Additionally, its easy-to-maintain nature makes it an appealing option for those looking to reduce the time and resources spent on upkeep.

Eco-Friendly Choice: Betonred’s production process can be environmentally friendly when compared to other materials, especially if using recycled concrete or eco-friendly binding agents.

Easy to Maintain: Betonred requires little maintenance, as it is resistant to stains and wear. A simple wipe-down is usually enough to keep it looking pristine, making it perfect for high-traffic areas.

Conclusion

Betonred’s versatility and durability make it an excellent choice for various design applications, from interiors to exteriors. Its minimalist aesthetic, ease of maintenance, and ability to blend with multiple design elements ensure that Betonred will continue to be a sought-after material in contemporary architecture and interior design. Whether used as a wall finish, flooring, furniture, or for outdoor elements, Betonred elevates spaces, offering a timeless and chic look that resonates with modern lifestyles.

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Common Mistakes When Using Metal Furniture Legs

Metal furniture legs are a stylish and durable option for modern home decor, offering a sleek aesthetic and robust support. However, like any material, metal requires proper care and attention to detail when used in furniture design. Many people unintentionally make mistakes when incorporating metal furniture legs into their homes, leading to long-term damage or subpar results. In this article, we’ll explore common mistakes when using metal furniture legs and how to avoid them.

1. Neglecting the Weight Capacity

One of the most common mistakes people make when selecting metal furniture legs is failing to consider weight capacity. Not all metal legs are designed to support heavy loads. Using legs that are not strong enough for the weight of the furniture can lead to warping, bending, or even collapsing.

Solution:

Before purchasing metal legs, always check their weight capacity. Manufacturers typically provide this information, so match it with the weight of your furniture, especially for items like sofas, large tables, or cabinets.

2. Ignoring Floor Compatibility

Metal legs can be harsh on certain types of flooring, particularly hardwood, tile, and laminate. Without proper protection, metal legs can scratch, dent, or wear down your floors over time.

Solution:

Invest in rubber or felt protectors for the bottom of your metal furniture legs. These simple additions will protect your floors from scratches and allow the furniture to glide smoothly when moved.

3. Improper Installation

Many DIY enthusiasts make the mistake of poorly installing metal legs. Incorrect installation can lead to instability or wobbling furniture. This happens when screws are not tightly secured, or the legs are unevenly attached.

Solution:

Carefully follow the installation instructions provided by the manufacturer. Use the right tools to secure screws tightly, and ensure that the legs are evenly attached to prevent wobbling. Use a leveling tool to confirm that all legs are aligned properly.

4. Choosing the Wrong Style for the Furniture

Another common mistake is choosing metal legs that don't complement the style of the furniture or the room. While metal legs can be sleek and modern, they may not suit all types of furniture or decor styles.

Solution:

Select metal legs that match both the style of the furniture and the overall aesthetic of the room. For instance, industrial-style metal legs may look out of place in a traditional or rustic home, whereas minimalist metal legs work well with contemporary furniture.

5. Overlooking Rust and Corrosion Prevention

Metal furniture legs, especially those made of iron or steel, can be prone to rust and corrosion if not properly treated or maintained. Exposure to moisture, humidity, or spills can cause rust spots to develop, affecting both the look and integrity of the legs.

Solution:

Opt for metal legs that are either made from stainless steel or coated with a rust-resistant finish. For extra protection, regularly clean the legs with a soft cloth and apply a rust-preventative spray, especially in high-humidity environments or if the furniture is used outdoors.

6. Incorrect Leg Height

Choosing the wrong height for metal furniture legs can compromise both functionality and aesthetics. Furniture legs that are too short or too tall can make the piece uncomfortable to use, or cause it to look out of proportion.

Solution:

Measure the ideal height for your furniture before purchasing metal legs. Consider the overall balance of the piece and ensure that the leg height allows for comfortable use, especially for chairs, tables, and desks. Adjustable metal legs are a great option for customizable height.

Conclusion

Metal furniture legs are a versatile and durable choice for many types of furniture, but they require careful consideration to avoid common pitfalls. By ensuring proper installation, choosing the right style, protecting your floors, and maintaining the legs, you can enjoy the sleek, modern look of metal furniture legs for years to come. Take time to measure, plan, and maintain, and you’ll avoid the most frequent mistakes and keep your furniture both functional and beautiful.

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[narangmedical]

The NET brand HF071A - Delivery Table Telescopic (Adjustable Height) is a high-quality product trusted all across the globe, featuring a frame made of pre-treated and epoxy powder-coated mild steel. Its three-sectional top, constructed from stainless steel, is fixed on a trolley base with 125 mm castors, allowing for easy mobility. The leg section smoothly slides completely under the main section, and the Tendelenburg position can be effortlessly adjusted using a pneumatic pump.