The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
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HoT FuN iN THe SuMMeRTiMe: YeLLoW CoRVeTTe WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Tell me TJ... Do you happen to know where my new secretary happens to be?"
"Adam? He didn't come back to his desk?" TJ wondered now, since he figured Adam reported upstairs.
"I thought that boy would have more responsibility, but I guess I was wrong in choosing him. Why can't the youth of today be more like your brother?"
It tortured TJ, thinking of himself as being the vehicle that could have gotten Adam sidetracked. He knew he got Adam as far as the lobby, so in all good prospects, he had to be someplace in the building. Sure he was a bit whoosie, but walking on his own. Then again, after what he himself has just been through, sucking down the Norseman's load, he couldn't think too straight about anything which happened prior to Pierre and he separating and going their own directions at the exec lounge. His mind jogging into the present, he didn't like what he was hearing. Chip had warned him about this, about how their father would try to get beneath his skin with digs as he's just taken, but he was presented with a dilemma now. His father had just placed the Chipster higher upon a pedestal and at the same time denouncing Adam, driving him down to the level of most teenagers, in his father's eyes, the lowest low, a group know as the `backsliders'. He knew
Adam was one of these, but was he willing to put himself on the line to recitfy Adam's innocence, especially since he's built up his own character and rapport with his father over the past year or so?
"Get me somebody responsible will ya?" his father startled him into the real world. "Are you listening Thomas?"
"Uh sure father. I'll get on it right away." TJ knew, once he left the office there was no going back. Once the door closed between them he was sealing Adam's fate, a reckless youth whom had no conception of what it meant to be serious about being employed, no responsibility and in his father's eyes would most likely be branded a loser. He knew. TJ's been there, on the lower part of the scale, where his father has weighed his worth against his brother's. One hand was on the doorknob, wanting to make it easy on himself by closing the door. The other hand braced his bod, pressure on the door frame, keeping him from passing over the ledge, his inner conscience working against his departure. He wasn't sixteen, or eighteen, wasn't a dumb kid who was irresponsible enough to steal cars, get drunk or do drugs. In a flash of a moment he made his decision. "Wait a second dad," he said.
"Huh?" Shipman said to his son, thinking he was on the verge of making an exit. It's been a long time since Alexander has heard his older son refer to him as dad'. For years it's been the impersonal father'. In an instant's time, as TJ retraces his steps back into the buffer zone between the business and CEO of Shipman-Inc, the head of the company feels something different than the usual banter. "What is it son?"
Knowing the drill, but not having experienced it for over a year, TJ had clicked the lock on the door. As he's paces towards his dad, standing at his office door, TJ removes his jacket. He tosses it midway onto the leather sofa.
"What is it Thomas?" he asks again.
"I've done it again."
"Done what?" Alexander asks, watching Thomas unlatch his belt, slide it through the loops of his pants.
"Failed you again," TJ responds with added gumption, not part of his personality in the past, when the most important thing was to evade responsibility.
"Oh?"
In one hand he held his belt, the other loosening his tie, removing it over his head. The top button of his shirt was already unfastened.
"Adam isn't a backslider."
"He isn't, is he? Then how do you explain..."
"I took Adam out to lunch at Chez Saviane. I wasn't using good judgement. I'm used to drinking. Adam is not. I allowed him to drink more than he could handle. I'm responsible for making him drunk. Adam isn't a slacker. It's the champagne which is keeping him from reporting back to his job. The new guy in security called me and told me he has Adam down in the security office, sleeping it off." He hands the belt to his father.
Forced to take it, Alexander holds the buckle and lets the leather strap dangle. "So what you're telling me is..."
"Yeah. It's my fault. I should have realized it instead of trying to show off by being the big-businessman-treating-the-newcomer-to-an-expensive-lunch." TJ knew the drill and after stripping his shirt, turned his back on his father, leaned to the front of the desk which would have been Adam's station, placed hands more than shoulder width apart and spread his legs. "Go ahead. I deserve it."
Force of habit, Shipman wraps the belt around his fist. He approaches Thomas, splayed out in the strapping position he's dictated to his son more than once, ever since he began to experience trouble for his private as well as public life. He then doubles the strap in his hand as he looks upon Thomas' shoulder blades.
TJ didn't know where this was coming from, encouraging his father, "Go ahead. It'll make you feel better."
But somehow, even holding the belt in his hand wasn't making Alexander feel better. It wasn't his intention all these years to get some pleasure out of painting his son's back with stripes, but a mixture of making him tote the line with a tinge of venting his anger. Suddenly he wasn't feeling either of these. He wasn't angry at Thomas for confessing his own fault for Adam's absence. Something in the positive, he was sensing joy at his older son, the black sheep of the family, finally owning up to the `criminal act' which caused another human being's demise.
"Will you just do it!" TJ spoke with indignation. Whatever was running through his mind, most likely courage, he was not at all intimidated by his own belt in his father's hand.
However he wasn't dissapointed when he saw his belt tossed on the desk in front of him, pushing the container of pencils and pens off the edge, papers scattering as well. Still, he held the almost eagle-spread position, feeling the AC glide over his sweating bod. He figured his father decided upon using his own belt. After all, two different personalities, they too had two different perspectives on dressing, himself desiring a more younger look, the wider dress belt to his father's thinner alligator style. He knew how it could hurt, which was mild for when it thrashed against his skin. "Ohhhhh," he sighed when instead of feeling the lash, a warm hand rubbed up the back of his rib cage, coursing over his back, up his spine and over his right shoulder blade, sliding over his shoulder and dropping off.
"No son... you're a man now. Someday you're going to have to think on your own about decisions made, regarding the company business."
It didn't sink in right away. Still in the position, TJ watched as his father retreated to his office without a single word more on this incident. Before the door closed, TJ asks, "Does Adam still have his job?"
"No," his father says.
"Oh," TJ replies, downcast. He straightens up, but his shoulders still fall in a slump.
"I'm creating a new position. Assistant to the Human Resources Manager. It will be your job to fully train Mr. Telemann in every facet of his job." Now he closed the door!
"Adam, my assistant?" TJ interrogates himself as he feeds his arm back into his dress shirt. He fastens two buttons as he walks towards the exit door, tucking his shirt into his pants. He snaps his fingers, forgetting the tie. He puts the loop over his head, it falling inside the collar. He continues to the door, still thinking on what has transpired between him and his `dad'. Forgetting Adam for a moment, he considers, "Assistant?" Snapping his fingers once again before handling the doorknob he proceeds over to the desk, picking up around it first, then claiming his belt. He holds it in his hand like a symbol and then letting the loop untangle. Feeding it through his pants TJ has a feeling the past is really the past now and from now on maybe things will look up for him, especially from where the father-son relationship is concerned. Leaving the middle office, he returns briefly to his own office for his keys, always stashed in the center
draw of his desk for safekeeping throughout the day. Departing his office, he takes leave with a smile on his face. "Wait till Adam hears about this!"
Feeling responsible for Adam's absence all afternoon, TJ sensed he should go all the way and not in the sexual sense, but in character, be the one now responsible for making Adam available in the morning, getting him to work on time and in presentable condition. "I'm here for... Adam?" he asks, rather than talking with someone else.
"It's the last time I'm going out to lunch with you!" Adam brightly informs TJ, fixing his tie under his chin, as he passes by Kafry. "If it wasn't for Kafry here, I would probably still be faced down and feeling more than groggy."
"What did you do?" TJ turns to Kafry, off in the shadows of the room, in front of filing cabinet, placing papers inside.
As Kafry explains modestly, "Old remedy handed down in the family. It's not written down anywhere..." as he talks, TJ listens, his eyes giving the twenty year old's a bod a quick scan, then focusing on what he's doing.
"Wait! I don't recall hiring you," he stops the Middle Eastern-British accented young man in mid sentence.
"You were attending a seminar. Sam needed somebody fast and I suggested he fax you something to your office, so you would at least have something in writing. This way Sam could forget about the issue and the same time, leave evidence of a binding agreement between myself and Shipman incorporated. I also had him word the faxed item so it reflected the case, that this was a true emergency, so it would grab your attention, rather than wind up in a pile of shit... excuse me, rather as a stack of papers."
He didn't have to amend his calling, Adam informing him, "I think TJ gets it, Kafry."
"Uh, sure, I do remember getting a memo about this," TJ replies, remembering, but today if somebody asked for a copy he probably could not produce it, being he was on top of things at Shipman-Inc, but his filing system sucked! But something stuck in his mind, a detail from Kafry's application. TJ cuts in with, "The muscled dude who knows karate, right?"
"That's me."
"So, do you really know karate?" TJ quizzes him.
"Want a demonstration?"
"Not today," TJ chooses wisely.
Getting back to reality, especially since it's two minutes till `punch-out-time', Adam breaks off their chat with a cough, "Um, next time I think I'm going to go the peanut butter and jelly sandwich route?"
"Oh yeah. The reason I'm here. I thought maybe you might need a ride home, but `voila', it looks like you're sober enough to drive yourself, Adam?"
"I don't have a ride home. I can drive him," Kafry offered.
`Rats!' TJ thought. He wanted to provide the chaffeur service, then give Adam a gift to show he's welcomed to the company upon mentioning his promotion. That too, TJ figured he would tell Adam about his moving up, when a tender moment occured as they talked in the car. Of course, TJ's mind ran on, thinking of moving his and Adam's conversation to the back seat, but all that was kaput now. "That's fine," TJ replied. He figured having Adam as a right hand man there would be plenty of time to fuck around. So since he wasn't providing limosine service, he says, "Before you two hit the road I have a little announcement.
"What?" Adam and Kafry said in unison, the two tearing their attention away from TJ and smiling at each other.
Focused back, TJ announces, "I've spoken with my father," and of course TJ rewords it so it sounds like it's his own brainer, "and starting tomorrow you are being moved up from executive secretary to my assistant!" He waited for the reaction, a smile on his lips.
"Assistant what?" Adam asks.
"Starting tomorrow you will," TJ counts on his fingers, "have applicants fill out paper work, learn how to conduct an interview, and sharpen pencils!"
Thinking he was being funny, the title of comedian went to Adam as he informs his new boss, "I don't do pencils!"
The chuckling at his own stab at comedy broadened into fierce laughter, Adam telling Kafry, "Don't mind him. He laughs at anything I say!"
When the storm of laughter calmed, TJ also bestowed the next matter of business upon Adam, "And since you are moving up, you can't drive that heap you call a car."
"It's all I can afford and thanks for making me feel crappy about it TJ."
At first TJ felt embarrassed, but then made amends by taking Adam's hand in his and placing a set of keys on it like a silver spoon on a platter.
"What's this?"
"If you're going to work for Shipman, you've got to drive in style!"
It still didn't hit Adam as he held the keys in his hand. "Which mean?"
Kafry smartly points out, "I think they are car keys."
"No, dah. So what's this about TJ?"
"Simple. My yellow corvette is now your yellow corvette!"
"No way," he forced TJ's hand from his side and plunked the keys in his palm.
"Are you crazy Adam?" Kafry says.
"Yes, he is crazy," TJ replies, forcing the keys back on Adam. He wouldn't let TJ grab his hand, so TJ forced the two keys into Adam's shirt pocket.
"Owch! You just poked me in the nipple TJ!"
"Did it feel good?"
The action stopped, the talking silent, the two looking at Kafry after his remark.
After the brief break, Adam starts back in, "I still don't know why you are giving me a $30,000 car."
"Uh, the sounds system was an extra five grand."
"Whatever TJ. The point is I can't take an expensive gift like this. What will the other employees think?" TJ was ready to say, but Adam railroaded him, "They'll think you're buying me off." And then Adam addresses Kafry, "Right? Isn't it what you're thinking right now Kafry?"
Cut off seconds ago, TJ butts in, "You might also want to have it cleaned. It kind of stinks inside after you upchucked at the red light."
"Good thing I had my seat belt on or else it would be than my throw up on the windshield! And besides, you don't throw a car out because it gets a little throw up on it!" Adam tested." Again, Adam comments to Kafry, "TJ is like a maniac behind the wheel. Take my advice, if he offers you a ride, take the bus!"
"Well I just thought I would mention that little tidbit, Adam."
"And what are you going to do for a set of wheels, TJ?"
"Not a problem. I was thinking of getting a blue one."
"But you don't have a car to go home in."
"I'll take yours. In fact, since you won't be needing it, I'll keep it. I like to collect vintage cars."
`Jet-set' TJ? Adam was wise to the fact Adam probably didn't have anything of equity which was older than 2002-ish.
"Still, I am in the need of a ride home?"
Reading TJ like a will, Adam replies, "There's only room for two and I'm taking Kafry. Sorry boss!"
"So, I'll take the keys for your car?"
"Sure. I paid eight hundred bucks for it, but being you were so nice in giving me your yellow Corvette, I'll give you give you a break. You can have it for five hundred."
Kafry kept his mouth shut. He thought what a little swindler Adam was and he was loving it!
On the other side of the fence, TJ was thinking what a shrewdie businessman Adam was being. "The keys?"
"First the five hundred."
"You don't trust your new boss?" TJ questions, both palms faced towards his own chest.
"I'll take a check if you don't have the cash."
TJ couldn't help it, bursting into laughter.
Adam was sick of it, but he was making five hundred dollars on his old piece of scrap metal.
Whipping out a check book, TJ begins to write, stops and says, "Maybe we should take care of this tomorrow?"
"Sure and you can back out. Besides, are you going to rob of the sight of me, driving through my neighborhood in my new yellow Corvette, watching all the neighbors getting bonked out of their gourds, when they see the poor kid on the block behind the wheel?"
Suddenly TJ didn't feel so bad, writing the check out made it for a little more, feeling sorry for Adam, the poor kid on the block. "I added a little for gas money. I think the tank is running on empty."
"A thousand bucks? I only asked for five hundred. This'll fill up the `vette like a hundred times!"
"Take it," Kafry said, him taking the check and folding it up conservatively and stuffing it into Adam's front pocket of his pants.
Kafry teases, asking TJ, "Do you happen to have another one at home you're interested in giving away? I'm not particular about the color!"
Knowing it a joke, TJ replies, "You have to earn your way up, which brings me to..."
Adam and Kafry look at each other, then focus their attention on TJ.
"What?" Adam asks, as the two draw their attention to TJ.
"Remember what I was telling you about being the black sheep of the family?"
"Black sheep?" Kafry questions them both.
"I'll explain it to you later," Adam tells Kafry. "So?" he turns to TJ.
"I think I've just become bleached-white!"
As they walked out of the building and into the parking lot, TJ can't shut up about it, telling everything about his confrontation with his father, except editing out so much about himself being a hero. In the end, leaving Adam at the side of the yellow Corvette, he feels mighty good about himself.
"And what about the job which was mine for all of fifteen minutes?"
"Your job?" TJ asks, not getting it right away.
"My secretary to the big boss?"
"I'll think about it tomorrow."
Stallling, while he waited for Kafry, whom had to wait for the next security guard to come on board, Adam says, "If you hadn't noticed, the office where I was napping, is the same place security keeps their paperwork and if you don't me saying so, I think Kafry Walsh would be a good contender for the position. Trust me, he's a very organized person."
If he was going to be a good mentor to Adam, he would have to start trusting him. Also, "I noticed. I'll take him into consideration. So, Kafry? Is he `like' you and me?"
Perhaps TJ was reading into things, his gaydar picking up some good vibes, but if he thought he could get ahead of Adam, he had another thing coming. "Don't ask me a question about something you already know the answer, TJ." He began playing with the buttons on the fob.
Again, for however times, Adam wasn't counting, but again he did it to TJ, TJ awarding him the title, "You're such a funny guy," in between chuckles of laughter. "Here. This unlocks the doors."
"What's so funny?" Kafry asks.
Adam replies, "I just tickled TJ with the truth." It set TJ off on another laughing spell as Adam nods his head, "Let's go."
They both waved to TJ as he watched his yellow corvette back out and then move forwards out of the company parking lot. Then Adam put on some speed. He watched it till he saw the last of the yellow paint. They both waved to TJ, leaving him standing there in the space where the yellow Corvette occupied. He then turns and there, across the parking lot, is Adam's `junk' in between two white lines. "Oh shit!" he then exclaimed, scratching someplace on his chest, a nervous habit. "That little rat didn't give me the keys!"
The head office manager, Jonathan Treat, pulls by in his shiny new car, stopping, the window dropping. "Car break down, TJ?"
He glanced at Adam's former junkyard-ready vehicle, deliberates for all of twenty seconds and replies, "Yeah. Would it put you out if you could give me a ride home Jonathan?"
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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