Alfred Linden loves his calendar boys, loves em, loves em, loves em. And then they disappear.
They each posed for a calendar. Twelve gorgeous, muscular, barely clothed men raising money for a good cause. Now, one by one, the calendar guys are going missing.
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Lawrence was Mr. January and his sculptured abs and chiseled chest made him the kind of guy you wanted to start the New Year off with.
“Lawrence my boy you’ve helped put Linden Industries on the map. I don’t mind telling you that industry stocks have soared. The demographics are showing that the housewives are on our side and we owe it all to you!”
Alfred Linden was ‘Charlie Farrell’, the swinging executive from the 50’s “My little Margie” television series. Ruggedly handsome, fit, full head of gray hair, mustache, dimples and an extremely winning smile.
“Sir, you flatter me. I’m just one of twelve other men who did what they could to bring the urgency to environmental issues and show the public just how much Linden Industries is helping the environment.” Despite his rugged good looks and beefy build, Lawrence was a quiet man, shy and not quite taken to flattery. It was a work colleague who had convinced him to go topless and throw a little ass cleavage in for good measure.
“Your modesty is quite disarming m’friend and I’m sure men ...and women find you irresistible.” Alfred was laying it on thick, he was enjoying making this gorgeous giant squirm. He wondered if Lawrence was a top or bottom. No worry, even tops spread their holes wide for the man who signed their paychecks. Some had to be convinced.
“You know why you’re here Lawrence?” Alfred asked. “No sir. There’s rumors round the water fountain though sir. Promotion sir?” Lawrence had heard other stories as well but not any he wanted to share with the boss of the company. “Mr. Linden, this is an amazing sculpture. The faces look real. Amazing work. Expensive huh?” Lawrence thought changing the subject might avoid the subject of him all together.
“Four exquisite faces. I’m planning on adding a few more, twelve in all when its complete. Drink?” Alfred walked to the bar while Lawrence did a quick head count. “Since you didn’t answer I took the liberty of pouring you a scotch. It’s a good one of course. Drink up, I think it’s time we got down to business.” Alfred took a long gulp of his drink, set down the empty glass and shook his head in satisfaction. “Damn, scotch like that will steel your loins against anything. Don't’ you agree Lawrence?” Alfred smiled at his employee who shifted nervously in his seat. “You do trust me don’t you? I mean there’re men out there who trust me to pay them, thus feeding their fat little wives and cherubic but rowdy children. Send them off to college. The circle of life and all that rot....it means a lot to me that you trust me boy!”
Albert walked casually over to his desk. Standing behind it he opened one drawer in particular. “Here’s going to be the chance you’ve been waiting for to really get up in the company.” Albert leveled the gun at Lawrence and fired.
Cain Berlinger has published innumerable short stories in various gay publications throughout Europe and America. His self published books include essays on Black America, a book on meditation, a series of fitness books (under RD Cain) and several illustrated, as he describes them as “pure JO fiction”
He has lived in Holland, Germany and Switzerland for over a decade and now resides in New York City where he works as a life coach, fitness trainer, interfaith minister and party promoter. “I have no discipline for 9-5,” he says. His website is www.cainberlingers.com