This story is dedicated to two men that I have never met but consider great friends and loyal readers, C. and K.  Hope you enjoy!

My name is Mark Rivers and I am an accountant for Collins Distributing.  We are a general wholesale distributors of housewares, hardware, sporting goods, plumbing supplies, and other items.  Our Main customers are building supply and hardware stores and do-it-yourself centers.

The president and CEO, Brad Collins, is the son of the founder. He began working for the company his freshman year in high school and during his college years while working on a degree in business management.  He is thirty-four and still single and took over control of the company at the age of thirty-ne when his dad suffered a debilitating stroke. Like his dad, all employees were considered like family and everyone was on a first name basis.

It was late one Friday when Brad called me and asked me t come to his office.  When I walked in, Grace, his secretary, was getting ready to leave and as she looked at me said, "Brad's waiting o you.  Go on in."

I entered and found Brad in the process of changing from a shirt and tie into a casual polo shirt.  What I saw turned me on big time.  His chest was extremely muscular and covered with a heavy coating of dark blond hair and a 'ying-yang' tattoo o his left pec.

"Hey, brad," I said.  "You needing to see me?"

"Yea, Mark, I do," he replied as he pulled down his shirt, smiling.

Then, as he grabbed two beers from his mini-fridge, he said, "I need a favor."

"Sure, just name it," I replied, as he handed me one of the beers.

"You know Ted Baker don't you?"

"He's the salesman in the eastern part of the state, I believe."

"Yes, he is, and I've been getting a lot of complaints from his customers."

"What kind?" I asked.

"Nearly all of them pertain to him not ordering their stock properly.  From what they are telling me, he goes in writes a quick order of things they are out of then leaves.   Things they are low on sell out before he gets back and they loose sales," he said before sipping his beer.

He continued  by saying, "Here is where the favor comes in.  Ted is on vacation this week. I want you to get a list of his customers and go visit them and see exactly what they are referring to.  Here is a copy of all his orders from the past two weeks for you to compare with their stock on hand. Can you do this for me?"

"Sure," I replied.

He walked over to the wall safe and after opening it, handed me a company credit card.  "Put all your expenses on the card, and that includes food, gas, lodging , or any other charges.  Here is come cash for incidentals." He handed me a pack of twenties containing five hundred dollars. "What ever is left over, is yours."

"Well, I do need to get some service on my car before the trip," I said.

"Put it on the card or rent a car.  The choice is yours."

Since I needed the service, I said, "I'll have my car serviced.  I'd be more comfortable driving a car I'm used to."

"I understand," he replied, then added, "Mark, I want everything you find out detailed so when I talk with Ted, I have my as covered."

"Don't worry, Brad.  I have a mini-recorder and I'll have all conversations taped and labeled."

As we stood up, he said, "I knew I could depend on you," and gave me a casual yet sexual hug, something I had never known him  to do.

As I finished my beer, I asked if he would like for me to check in from time to time.

"That would be great.  Here is my cell number.  Use it to call me, just to make sure everything stays confidential.  Even Grace knows nothing about what you're going to be doing."

"I'll be in touch," I said before leaving.

I knew that Brad would let employees get away with a lot, but not at the detriment of the customer.

Saturday morning, I decided to use a small garage that had been recommended to me by a friend.  He said that Davis Auto Repair was owned by two brothers, Butch and Clay Davis.  I found the address and drove out to see them.

When I arrived I was greeted by Butch, according to the name on his coveralls, which were unzipped down to the waist.  He appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, had about a three or four day growth of facial hair, and his chest looked hairy and muscular.

"Howdy," he began.  "What can we do for you today?" he said with a sly smile.

"I need an oil and filter change," I replied, looking him over.

"No problem, guy.  You caught us before we get busy."  He then called out across the garage, "Hey, Clay, gotta oil change here for ya."

That's when I noticed his brother.  Clay was in his mid twenties and just as hot as Butch.  Both were slightly over six foot and between one seventy and one ninety in weigh and both were muscular.

As Clay pulled my car into the bay, Butch led me to the small waiting room and offered me coffee.  He poured two cups and as I added sugar to mine he said, "You have never been here before have you?"

"No, I haven't.  I was referred by a friend of mine."

"I knew that if you had been here before, I'd have remembered someone like you," he said with a sly grin.

I couldn't help but wonder what he meant.  Could he be making a pass at me?

He left and I saw he and Clay chatting a moment before looking back toward the waiting room.  I had made up my mind that once the service was finished and paid for and I had the keys in my hand, I was going to say something that I had never said to a complete stranger.

And hour later, as Clay returned to what he had been doing, Butch led me to the windowless office and presented me with the bill.  After having it charge to the card, Butch handed me the keys and said, "We thank you and hope to see you again soon."

I took a deep breath and said, "Oh, believe me, you will.  You two are so fucking hot, it's unbelievable."

"Oh really? You like what you see?"

"You're damn right I do," I replied wondering if I was going to get hit and thrown out.

What happened next was totally unexpected!

TO BE CONTINUED...........................



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