The Donor 5


By Katzmarek


Jonathon stood in the plaza opposite the glass tower. 
Pure eighties, he thought, a mirror glass vertical slab. Atop the building stood the logo of NTC, about a 
dozen metres high.


He pinned on his press badge and tapped his DAT recorder kit, bumping at his hip.
Here goes, he said aloud.


Jonathon strode as purposefully as he could into the lobby of the building. He scanned the directory on the 
wall until he came to,
Chief Executive Officerfloor 35 west.
He scrambled into the elevator just as the doors were closing.


The elevator deposited him in a carpeted reception area. Polished wood veneer, a large desk with 
reception in gold letters, two women sat bent over monitors.
Can I help you? one said almost immediately.
Mr. J Wetherall, Radio City FM for Miss Van Wettering, Jonathon said as officially as he could.
Just a minute, the receptionist said. Then, what time was your appointment, Mr. Wetherall?
12, lunch, he tried to say casually.
Ive nothing here, she said, are you sure you have the right day?
Of course! Shes going to Europe tomorrow.
Well it wouldnt be then would it? the receptionist said with a smile. Wait a second will you, Ill just 
check.
Just like her to make appointments without telling anybody, said the other woman.
Now isnt that the truth! said Jonathon to the puzzled looks of the two women.


Joanne breezed into reception with what Jonathon decided was a businesslike expression.
In here, Mr. She said.
Wetherall,  Jonathon replied as he followed her into a conference room. Once inside she spun around and 
glared at Jonathon.
What stunt are you pulling, Jonathon? she said in a quiet but slightly menacing voice. Her edge voice 
Jonathon called it.
Where did you get that press card?
Borrowed it, its a spare. See, no photograph.
And that recorder?
Theres no recorder, I packed some lunch in the case, see!


Joanne clapped her hands together and threw her head back in a silent laugh.
What have you brought me? she asked.
Cajun chicken and salad sandwiches with a demi of Pinot Noir to wash it down, Jonathon announced 
proudly.
Lets go outside by the fountains, she said.


As they waited for the elevator Joanne leaned forward and whispered,
Kiss me!
What! Here!
Yes! Cmon, put your arms around me and give me a proper one, ok?
Jonathon leaned in smiling and fused his mouth to Joannes. Her tongue pushed its way in and sought out 
Jonathons. They remained kissing until the elevator arrived. As they entered Joanne turned towards the 
astonished receptionists,
Pick your jaws up ladies, she giggled.


Joanne giggled all the way to the ground floor.
I bet the news will be around the building before the elevator reaches ground. The boss has a boyfriend, 
haha, she chuckled.
I thought you didnt want a public private life.
Perhaps I have a bit of a private life to keep secret now Jonathon? she replied except now I dont care.


They sat on the cement ledge surrounding a fountain, featuring a collection of tin shapes someone called a 
sculpture.
Yum! The sandwiches are excellent, Jonathon, where did you get them?
The chicken was left over from last night, the bread I baked this morning, its Rye, he replied.
And he bakes his own bread! Im a lucky girl. Do you cook breakfast too?
What would you like? Jonathon grinned.
Youre leering again, Jonathon! Do you do pancakes?
Savoury or sweet?
Sweet, of course, maple syrup and lemon.
With or without cream?
Without. Stop smirkingI did get the double-entendre, ok? She said, play-punching him.


I want to thank you for lunch, Joanne said as they made their way back inside the building. I have to 
spend the day preparing for the Europe trip AND finish off a proposal for South Africa.
Whats happening there? Jonathon asked.
Joint venture, I hope. We need to find ways to grow the Corporation, Jonathon. To hang on to our talent as 
well as increase returns. Yknow, if you dont give the geeks something to do theyll go offshore.


The doors of the elevator opened once again on the reception area. There was only one woman behind the 
desk, suddenly finding the computer monitor fascinating.
Gail! Joanne said, Meet Jonathon, then to Jonathon, you can take off that stupid press card now, 
sugar. Youre now an official visitor.
Right, he said, unpinning the card.
Just check with me before you drop by, ok? Now, get your dimples out of here, I have work to do, she 
said, quickly pecking Jonathon on the lips. Ill see you tonight, I may be late, Ill pick you up, ok?
Sure.
I have an early flight, sorry. But you can stay and do my house work.
Thanks.
Then again, maybe you should move in? Is that too soon? Perhaps we need to talk about it, Im not too 
experienced at this. Think about it, ok? Bye.


On the way down Jonathon tried to digest what he just heard. 
Move in? She just asked him to move in? After, what, three weeks? He couldnt believe it. Could he live 
in that house? An estate agents show home, with polished brass, lacquered native timbers and obedient 
dust.


Then again, shes bound to have a twice a week cleaner, gardener and car-groomer. Joanne didnt seemed 
to have the time to sweat over that big house on the hill. So maybe it wouldnt be so bad. I might even get 
a chance to boss around the hired help, he mused with a chuckle.


Still, he figured it was a positive sign that Joanne had developed some kind of feeling for him, beyond a 
thrice-weekly workout in bed. I mean, she wouldnt ask him to move in if all she wanted was the 
occasional bounce, would she? he asked himself. Hell! Hed been at her beck and call anyway.


By the time hed got home, hed talked himself in and out of the idea, several times over. Just as he was 
fetching Roxys dinner the phone rang.
Jonathon, be a sweetie and baby-sit my baby for me while Im gone, the caller asked.
Baby, Joanne? Boy! That was quick.
Take your mind off your crotch for a minute Jonathon, if you can.
Ok, mind off crotch right
Good, have you a drivers license?
Yes.
Well can you look after my car, take her out and give her a run. Dont run it through any carwash, if 
youre feeling energetic, hand wash only, ok?
Youre trusting me with the BMW?
Not that! Thats a company car, its in for servicing. I mean my sports car.
I didnt know you had a sports car.
My little Mercedes, havent you seen it? I guess you havent Ill leave you with the key. Be careful with 
it, ok? Its quite powerful.
Um, how little, how powerful? Jonathon asked.
I dont know what they call it, alphabet soup, or something. 500K I think, something like that. Only men 
care about the letters on the side. All I know is, it goes like hell, so be careful, ok?
Ok, sure, Jonathon replied, stunned.
Im getting away at six, Ive had enough. Ill finish on the plane, pack your bag, bye. Jonathon stood for 
a few minutes staring at the phone in disbelief.




Jonathon heard the distinctive beat of the V8 pull to a stop outside. When Joanne knocked he had his bag 
ready.
Youre efficient today, she remarked.
I heard the Merc coming up the street. Thats quite a set of wheels you have, Jonathon replied looking 
over her shoulder.
I thought itll impress you. Hey! Im over here!
Sorry, he said, switching his attention back to the cars owner.


Do you want to eat out? Joanne asked.
Sure, where did you have in mind?
That seafood restaurant, on the pier, interested?
Sounds good. Am I going to be Mr. Mystery again?
Jonathon, youre a bloody mystery all right, she replied, shaking her head.


Joanne pulled onto the pier and parked close to the restaurant. Perched right at the end, the restaurant was 
surrounded on three sides by the ocean. The lights of the ships in the far off channel winked fitfully in the 
sea haze. Joanne held onto Jonathons hand as they were shown to their table. It made him tingle with 
wellbeing.


It was while they were sitting opposite each other that Jonathon saw that Joanne had had her hair done in a 
much softer style.
Your hairs beautiful, Jonathon remarked. Joannes face flushed red for a brief moment.
I need to impress the Zurich gnomes.
Not me? he retorted. Again she reddened.
Youre getting too sure of yourself. Stop looking at me! she hissed.
Cant help it, youre right in front. Would you prefer if I stare at the spoons?
No sorry Im not used to this attention. Im embarrassed I feel like a schoolgirl on her first date. 
Please be patient!


Later, they sat in the car watching the lights of the city over the curve of the bay. Their arms rested on each 
others inside leg.
Have you thought about what I said, earlier? Joanne asked.
About?
About moving in with me.
Do you want me to? Jonathon asked.
I guess I dont know do you think its too soon?
Are we compatible? Dont you think we would drive each other crazy? he suggested.
You drive me crazy now! So what would be different?


Jonathon snuggled into the leather upholstery while the Mercedes whisked them back to Joannes. He could 
certainly handle some aspects of this life he thought, but he couldnt see himself living up there on the hill. 
It just wasnt his life.
What about the cat? he suddenly said aloud.
What about it?
Where would she sleep? And what about my furniture, bed?
Have a bonfire, hell! I dont know. Look! If its going to be too much trouble
No, no! Not too much I want to its just I dont know how it would work out.
Neither do I Jonathon. Maybe we both have to learn some new strategies.


Jonathon! Joanne said as they were kissing in her lounge. I I suddenly feel very lonely, yknow? I 
dont want to spend the rest of my life on my own.
Ok honey, Jonathon responded,  maybe we can work something out, ok? He drew her in, hugging her 
to him.


Take a shower with me? Joanne asked as they ascended the stairs.
Ok, sure. They entered the en-suite.


Joanne took off her business clothes while Jonathon quickly stripped to his underpants. Joanne turned on 
the water as he came up behind her.
Here, he said, let me. Jonathon started to undo her bra. Peeling off the strap, he reached around to cup 
her breasts.
Oh Jonathon! she said and rested her head on his. You do make me feel sweet.


They shed the last of their underwear and got under the water. Standing face to face they soaped each other 
with gentle caresses, exploring each others bodies. After a while Joanne had her hand around Jonathons 
cock while he paid attention to her breasts and nipples.
Jonathon, would you like me to um do you yknow with my mouth. Would you like that?
If you want to yes it would be nice, he replied.
Well a first time for everythingyou have to guide metell me how you like it, ok?
Ok, sure.
Now dont shoot in my mouth, she said kneeling down.
I wont, trust me.
Huh! Joanne said taking him in her hand and kissing under the bulb.


Yes thats good, Jonathon said, underneath go easy! Its very sensitive. Be careful with your 
teeth!
I wont bite! Joanne said, Yknow, I dont think Ive seen one this close before, funny! 37 and Ive 
never touched a penis with my tongue. A bit soapy Mmm and faintly salty weird. Oh well! Here 
goes Joanne took a breath and put her mouth over him.


At first she was content to hold the bulb of Jonathons cock in her mouth. She started to move her head 
backwards and forwards, exploring the sensations. Jonathon ran his fingers through her hair. Instinctively 
he began to push forward, trying to get more of his cock in her mouth.
Hey! Dont choke me, Joanne said, pulling off him. If youre going to get carried away
No! I wont, said Jonathon, a little desperately, dont stop.
Well you behave!


Jonathon put a hand on the shower box to steady himself as Joanne took him in her mouth again, a little 
deeper each time.
Maybe itd taste better coated in maple syrup and lemon, she suggested.
Maple syrup, maybe but the lemon juice? She giggled as she went back down on him.
Anything but chili paste. He added.


Dont ever get the urge after preparing chili sauce, Jonathon said.
Why, Joanne asked.
Um once I was cooking, making chili and I started to feel horny for some reason.
Making chili gets you horny! Ill remember that.
No, no it was something else I dont remember anyway I went to the bathroom and yknow
No, what? asked Joanne innocently.
I went to have a jerk, yknow.
Oh dear. You must really stop that, yknow. One hand will grow bigger than the other, she giggled.
Well I had chili on my hand andit was excruciating ow, stop laughing while your sucking me.
Sorry, she said, straightening up, thats so funny. Hey, guess what youve gone soft all of a sudden. 
They both laughed uncontrollably.


Later, they had dried each other and were lying in bed. Jonathons arm was around Joanne who was playing 
with his chest hairs.
Im glad youre not hairy, Joanne observed,  I dont fancy lying next to a rug.
Geminis dont have much body hair. It says so in Linda Goodmans Star Signs.
Youve certainly wasted your reading opportunities.
It was a phase.


Youre good for me, Jonathon, she said, a tonic. I would like to come home to you. She kissed his 
chest. She suddenly sat up,
Ive got an idea, wont be a minute, she said jumping out of bed. When she returned she was carrying a 
bottle.
Oh no, not the maple syrup, complained Jonathon.


Ow, its coldAw look at the mess, its going everywhere. What is this, nine and a half weeks?
Stop whining, said Joanne, Ill clean it up. And she began to lick off the syrup around Jonathon cock 
and balls.


Oh Yum, I do like maple syrup with my men, Joanne chuckled. Despite himself, Jonathon was soon hard 
as a post. The feeling of her flicking tongue and the gooey liquid was having its effect.
Oh dear, she said in a childlike voice, I seem to have got some on my nipples. Here what shall I do? 
Jonathon had a solution and was soon suckling them.


Moments later, Joanne was on her back as Jonathon drilled her, fast and furiously. Her head was thrown 
back, her face screwed up and her breath was rasping in her throat.
Slow ohoh no uh uh cumming oh god OOOOHHHH, she bellowed. Jonathon, 
anxious for his own release kept pounding at her.
Thats it baby come for me fill me honey, she said, I love your cock in me babe Cmon, 
give it to me, love. With a roar, Jonathon obliged.


Whew! Joanne said afterwards, you give a lady a workout.
Sorry, I dont know what got into me.
Ha! I sure know what got into ME, she laughed.


They were curled up together, spooning. Jonathon listened to Joannes rhythmic breathing, he thought he 
could hear her heart beating.
Jonathon, you awake? she asked.
Yes.
Will you drive me to the airport in the morning?
Sure, what time?
5. Im sorry, thats too early for you, she said feeling Jonathon jerk in shock.
No, no it isnt. Ill cope.
You sure? Youre such a honey. Ive never had anyone drive me to the airport, except cab drivers of 
course.
Joanne, you suddenly seem so vulnerable. Are you feeling alright?


Ive never had a lover before, I mean a real one, yknow? she said. Ive had fucks, but not lovers. Dont 
take this the wrong way, babe, but Ive had better fucks too. Real athletes, young guys that can pop and be 
ready to go again, yknow? I once picked this kid up, about 17 or so. He finger-fucked me in my own car, 
while I was driving! I almost ran off the road. I had to stop. 
But no one, Jonathon, ever made me feel the way you do. I never had a guy who can turn me to jelly like 
you do. I see you and I go all fluttery inside. Like those horrible romance novels.
You mean the ones you dont read?
Yes those, smartass!


You make love, Jonathon, she went on,  I know its a clich, but you make LOVE, you dont just fuck.
When you make me have an orgasm, it just goes on and on, Jonathon. Ive never had that before. Its so 
intense and I just want to hold on to you afterwards and I dont want to let you go. Is that silly?
Of course not. I enjoy you holding me. I feel special, Jonathon replied.
Exactly, babe. You make me feel special. Perhaps thats why I seem vulnerable. Im out of my comfort 
zone as the course junkies say. Youre the first guy I ever wanted to see the morning after.
Wow, Joanne, Im speechless.
Good, I dont want to listen to you anyway.
Thanks.
Dont be grumpy. Sometimes I just need to get it out and its easier if you dont feel you have to make 
some profound comment. You are a very smart guy, Jonathon, but sometimes you can be impossibly 
dumb.
That doesnt make me feel better, Joanne.
What! You want your ego massaged some more?
If you like.
Ok, I think Im falling in love with you. Will that do?
Yes. That works for me.
Good! Then hug me tighter and go to sleep. We have an early start.
Jonathon lay awake for ages.


















                                                            




 



