Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2009 14:26:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee <survivalgame@yahoo.com>
Subject: HoT FuN iN THe SuMMeRTiMe:  YeLLoW CoRVeTTe

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.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

HoT FuN iN THe SuMMeRTiMe:  YeLLoW CoRVeTTe
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

"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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