VANCE STREET by Mike Austin
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VII.
Thursday morning was routine for Ivan, except meeting a guy coming downstairs. Fit, body builder, Dolf Lundgren type, introduced himself as Pat Snyder, insurance fraud investigator, firm handshake, before disappearing ahead of Ivan down the stairs and into a waiting taxi. Dave was leaving his apt as Ivan and he met at the entry, where Ivan announced having just met Pat Snyder and Dave added "yeah from Apt P, just over you. He is on the road a LOT." The two headed leisurely to the bus stop, as both were up early and ahead of schedule. Dave went on, "Heard from Alex last night and he says he really likes you and you seem really sharp and talented, good job there man. So you've met one of 4 on the 4th floor, let me clue you in on the next 3. Beginning with M and N on the front, there's Peter Grace a local jazz musician, 50 year old black guy, highly intelligent, affable, former electrical engineer, divorced w/2 kids in college. He used to do jazz as a hobby, but after landing a major gig, then a record contract, he quit as an engineer and became a musician full time. Travels with a band so is usually only here a few days/week one week a month. N, is Mary Oster, a fit, blonde 20 something hooker who does some porn work in Apt B, usually meets her johns at their hotels and/or travels with them and isn't around often. Nice enough and does some jazz dance and yoga for a hobby and to stay fit." The bus was a block away as they readied themselves to board and Dave concluded, "then there's Apt O, Ben Aaron; what a character he is. He's from down in TX, OK or thereabouts, fit muscle guy, does strip dancing at Womens' clubs and sidelines for their parties and MORE. One of those Chippendales sorts, sometimes dressed in a tux, other times in construction gear, sometimes in a dress suit, others in shorts and a T; just never know about him. He's a good looking guy though mid 30s, black hair, sports a 5 o'clock shadow, works out a lot in the basement during the day when he's not "employed", and with that the bus arrived; both guys greeted Tom, took their seats and Dave added, "thinks he swings both ways though as have seen "guests" ask for his apt on weekends and they sure aren't fellow construction workers" he said and grinned, winked and shook his head. "So Tom how was your birthday, anything special you can share with us run-o-the-mill sorts" Dave questioned their driver, grinning? Tom looked up in the wide mirror view of the bus aisle, winked into it, grinned, and replied "I'll never tell, but thanks again for the cheer and card." The bus settled into silence with an occasional cell ring and conversation, diesel roar or horns honking until they arrived at the New Town stop where Dave and Ivan left, waved to their bus driver, then each other and went their own ways.
Ivan's badge entry routine completed, he made his way down the long hall, paused at the beverage bar, returned to greet Gracie, and headed to his office. "WOW" he exclaimed and reappeared at Gracie's desk, "is that REALLY MY new desk chair?" Grace looked up, blinked as though it was an everyday event, then grinned some and nodded yes and followed Ivan back to his office where she found him already settling into the new high-back leather accommodation. "I could really get used to this life style" Ivan offered. Grace noted, "Don't get too comfy, John's on his way in a little late but wants you and Alex at the ready to meet so he can go over the choices from yesterday" turned and headed back to her post. With that his intercom buzzed. Alex said he was headed to meet with us and wanted to be sure I was in? Ivan had time for a few shots of his office and new desk chair he'd send to his folks when Alex surprised him at his office door. "We've got about 5 minutes before John gets here, are you excited as I am about this and oh BTW Dan and I sure enjoyed Nickels last night with you and we gotta do that on a regular basis" added Alex. "Oh and think Harry the bartender wants to get to know you better" then winked and again Ivan's intercom buzzed, this time it was Grace summoning us to John's office.
Making their way to the waiting room, they found John's office door open, he on the phone and waving them to come in. They took seats across from each other at the extended table desk from their boss and as he finished his call beamed and again began pacing. In an almost staccato assault he began, "So guys, I've got a plan and made a decision about teens vs adults for that Cat People routine, and BTW legal is working on that with Bowie's estate legal for rights use, but never mind with that, we'll get it no question about it, so here's my plan. Oh first let me say thanks again for the quick turnaround and team effort, you guys rock and glad I have you here. I know you'll pull this off and maybe even land more patronage from some of those fancy pants mothers who will attend this soiree and show. Teens are out, this takes some leadership talent, with no time for practice. Ivan, I was really surprised at your dance skill on such an improvised scenario. I tap you for the lead "CAT" and grinned. Alex, you do the blocking, Ivan you do the team application and chorography training. If you two work together and we get some added donations, you guys get bonuses. Any questions?.......... When can I see the initial routine?" He sat, peered from one to the other then leaned back and added "well?" Alex said, "I'm free to work this weekend, you Ivan?" The new team member remained stunned and slowly began nodding his head in agreement, then beamed broadly, stood up and replied "Hell yes, John how about a preview Monday afternoon?" John stood again, shook both their hands and said "Monday afternoon about 4 then it is" and dismissed the guys to go execute. As the pair passed Grace's desk, Ivan stuttered, "O fucking Christ, I can't believe this, he really liked the Cat People idea", Alex interjected, "Dude he really liked your form and display, those fucking leaps and that slow mo stuff were astounding, especially from a guy not in ready dance form. Great job it was your display that landed this."
The pair hit Alex's office door and set to work, playing the Cat People Theme repeatedly for some general and specific inspiration. The show would be two weeks from this coming Saturday and Monday afternoon would be here before they knew it. The pair spent the rest of the day breaking the performance, determining the flow of song and dance actions, when and how to further stretch the music from a 9+ minute version. The music editor might be the key feature and it was to that editor, they began their afternoon's focus. After breaking for lunch and returning to the theme, by mid-afternoon they had the music down to a triple play and enhanced the various replays with dramatic lighting and use of backdrops/scrims. Ivan urged use of the fabric used for their office drapery for its reflective and illusionary properties. They headed for the facility's office and met with Townsend Grant (nicknamed Towns), the chief engineer. The guy was a late 40s nerd sort, but when he stood to greet Alex and get introduced to Ivan, his face grinned broadly and shaking Ivan's hand said "Alto Heights, you live in Alto Heights" and Ivan nodded quizzically, asking "how" and Towns added the grocery store, I saw you there with your family, I'm in the neighborhood too, glad you're on board how can I help guys?" Ivan described the fabric and their planned use and wondered if any of the fabric was available or how quickly they could get it and at what cost? With a few key strokes, Towns nodded affirmatively and added, "we've got lots of yardage in stock and it's already fully expensed so won't cost your project a cent. It's also fire proof so that should be a hit with your host facility." Alex indicated they'd come up with an approximate dimension needed if `Towns' could figure out a rigging mechanism? All agreed, Ivan shook Towns' hand eagerly and thanked him again, offered they might connect for dinner one night or a weekend lunch, to which Towns concurred. The guys left the facility office and returned to the staging area making a detour by the beverage bar. Alexi was propped up visiting with Gracie. Ivan wondered if they were setting up a repeat blow job backstage and how often that happened? Ivan begged Alex to join him in his office, as he checked emails and with iced coffees in hand, the pair settled in the Brno and desk chair. Making quick work of some test emails and a few security items, nothing of other importance found, Ivan shut down his workstation and the pair made for the staging area, passing Alexi, Ivan again noted that fine butt.
Landing in Alex's office for him to check emails, Ivan began his inquiry about Alexi, "So is Alexi bi, straight, what?" Alex paused, looked over his display at his new partner and shook his head offering "off limits" then resumed keyboarding. That reply only stimulated Ivan's interest and his raised eyebrows revealed his intrigue. Alex's emails done, the pair tried to resume work on the project, but the 800 pound gorilla in the room, namely Alexi, interrupted their progress. Alex began, "he's a boytoy of a patron and wife team and is off limits to us worker bees, though have to agree his ass is awesome and those pecs sublime!" After a brief pause, Alex added "and I've seen him in the showers and even flaccid he's HUNG." Ivan reflected on how lucky Gracie was or is, to be swallowing him. She must be very talented!!! They resumed work on The Cat and continued at it until the noises of staffers packing up for the day and rehearsal sounds began to subside. "So is it a wrap for the day Alex or do you want to continue, I just need to catch my bus if we're done for now and can get back at it Friday?" Alex Leaned back in his chair, stretched and Ivan noted the leg splay and crotch bulge, he replied "guess we can wrap for the day and get back at it tomorrow, but I've got a date Friday and have to leave on time and may be a little late Saturday, if I get some" he said winking and grinning. "You lucky fucker" added Ivan as both guys stood and Ivan returned to his office for laptop and backpack before heading to the bus stop for the later bus. Standing there, he knew Dave must already be at the gym, or perhaps even made it home already and he'd missed the bus where Stuart was the driver as well. He was delighted at meeting Juan a hot Latin driver and sat adjacent to the front door, where he could cruise Juan easily; admiring his profile and forearms. Ivan's dick stirred. At his exit, he thanked Juan and wished him a good weekend, then made his way to #14.
After checking his mailbox and finding it empty, he stepped through the interior door and met Dave with a laundry basket piled high. They chatted briefly about each other's day and he mentioned meeting a guy from the neighborhood, Towns Grant, from the company. Dave blushed a bit, nodded and stammered, "yes Towns and I are OLD FRIENDS, fuck buddies you might say and he does love to fuck" grinning broadly then hurried downstairs to the basement washing machines. Ivan climbed the stairs shaking his head and smirking. He stepped through the door to find "birdie" and a friend sitting on the ledge staring inside, waiting. Smiling again, he placed the food pellets on the tray ledge and watched the pair devour their feast, chirping and flapping back and forth. What a day and he was tired but also wanted to get the news off to his folks and share the pics of his new office. Emailing the pics, he then called them and was caught up on their status before launching into his accomplishments and future event. He also added that birdie' had a new friend', to his mother's delight. Their phone conversation ended after going over all the office pics and wishing each other a great Friday and that he'd be working most of the weekend. His mother warned him to not overdo and they hung up. Making some scrambled eggs and toast as it was fast, Ivan paused to imagine Alexi.......and in his reverie, almost burned the toast and eggs. After supper, he beat off furiously, no edging, but a full-on JACK HAMMER SESSION of cum.