Every Boy's Fantasy - PART TWO of Guns & Roses

A Blast From the Past

The man in question was waiting in a small room of what he was pretty sure, was a small, abandoned warehouse just outside the city limits. From inside, he could still hear the distant sound of traffic flying by on the highway, but it was faint and punctuated with the occasional roiling sound of planes taking off from the nearby Airport a few miles out.

It was a small office space, very sparse, with weird squishy tile floors in gray, a folding card table, and two chairs one of which he was sitting in. He was being kept company by two, very, very large men in casual street clothes, leaning against the wall. One was smoking, and when he glanced their way he'd just smile and nod his head. The other didn't bother and looked a little bored, and a little sleepy.

He wasn't sure why he was here, other than the man who had knocked on his door, had said, "Hey there. My boss wants to chat with you. He said you had some connections he was interested in. Said to give you this as a down payment for your time." Then had given him a grand on the spot and grinned at him under the biggest handlebar mustache he had ever laid eyes on. "He's not a cop, you get what I'm saying?"

For a man, who was broke, jobless, fresh out of jail, and totally screwed, he had been delighted for the cash and assumed maybe this guy, had some tastes that couldn't go public which is why he was here, and why he hadn't come to him directly. Wasn't the first time someone had found him for it.

He wasn't sure but he knew there were a lot of rich people, so he heard, that had crazy hobbies. Blood drinking, cults, shit like that. That's what the tabloids said at least.

So, when the door finally opened, he was shocked to see that he knew the man. Not directly but rather from billboards around the city, housing development signs, and even magazines. It made him perk up, stand in thrill, and grin immediately. "Holy shit! You're Caleb Walker right?"

The blonde man was better in person, shined to the nines, and came in with two other men who could have only been his brothers or very close cousins, and he flashed back a bright smile at the recognition. "Yeah, that's me. You know me?"

"Holy fuck, yeah!" He was actually excited because this man was almost like a celebrity in Roster. "I see your face everywhere. I had a lady friend who had some of your magazine articles on her walls."

Caleb just laughed, and was very pleasant, very slick, and shook his hand. "Yeah, well, we try to get our name out to the public." He motioned to the chair, and said, "Please. Sit down."

"Yeah. Yeah." He sat and looked at the other two, and thought, definitely brothers. "Are these your brothers?"

Those two just sort of posted up by the door, and one went to a guard to bum a cigarette, but Caleb sat across from him with a languid flop and looked mild, easy, and bright-eyed with enthusiasm. "They are. They were bored tonight, so I invited them along." He leaned forward then and flashed an almost cat-ate-the-canary type of grin. "We share some...exclusive tastes you get me?"

He was wildly surprised, and suddenly a little uncomfortable, and shifted a bit, glancing at the other two blonds, one who just lit the cig, and grinned at him. The others looked a little young, but honestly, they all did and they all screamed money and high rollers from top to bottom. "Look, I'm..." He started, but Caleb just put up a hand and stopped him with an easy smile.

"No need to explain. Hey, a man's got needs, and you know," He sat back and tilted his head at him. "You know what I read recently?"

The man shifted a bit. "What was that?"

"They did this study, somewhere I guess. Said, that usually pedophiles, are just sick, like the brain chemistry is off. I mean, I know," Caleb put fingers to his chest, and felt his brothers look at him in real fucking query now, but, they were good, and it didn't show beyond much more than a surprised glance over. "I have bad days, you know, and I like the ladies and all, but sometimes, you just...see something else a little softer you know what I mean?" He lowered his voice when he said it, and those eyes were a little predatory, and after a second, Charles Higgins leaned in a bit, and looked a little clammy.