Justice Served Up Sweet: Andy's Revenge, Part One

It was one of those hot and humid summer days; the kind where the air is so thick and heavy that it’s anybody’s guess as to why no one has simply suffocated and dropped dead in their tracks. It was on one of these hot and humid days that Andy Cross lay back in his chair, staring blankly at his computer screen and drawing aimless circles with one finger over his smooth oak wood desk. It vaguely occurred to Andy that both his entire office and desk were eerily clean, but the sudden thought disappeared almost as quickly as it came. Andy found his right hand lazily drifting towards the latest issue of TIME, but then steadily drew it back, allowing it to fall limply into his lap. Andy had taken a look at the front cover earlier in the day before turning his head away in disgust. The top page article had displayed a mysterious black shadow sitting at a chair and typing on a keyboard -- it didn’t take a genus to figure out that some 30 year old woman had been tricked by a scanned picture of some Abercrombie model. “Oh well,” Andy thought to himself, “Let the lawyers deal with it. It’s not my problem.” At this point, Andy felt himself dozing off.

Andy was 20 years old and a little less than a month away from finally becoming a senior at Scarlet University, a small “liberal”-Arts College in Antolian, Illinois. As soon as he graduated with a bachelor’s degree, Andy planned on leaving Antolian and never come back. He wasn’t exactly sure where he would go from there, but that didn’t mater to him; Andy knew two things: Antolian had ruined his life and wherever he wound up going, Chris (who shall be introduced later on,) was going with him.

Antolian was a shit hole, redneck little town, and Andy wished he had followed his original instincts about not coming out in redneck heaven. Andy came out at 18 when he was still a junior in high school, and his friends (which he lost almost immediately,) hadn’t taken the news very well. This, however, is not what had shattered Andy and caused him to hate Antolian with a passion. What had shattered Andy, leaving an imposing scar, which, even now, he still had nightmare’s about, was his father’s reaction the night he had come out to his parents. His father, who had been a devout catholic his entire life, had stormed out of the house upon learning, in his own mind, “My own son, a God damned fucking faggot. My own flesh and blood, a disgrace to God; the spawn of Satan.” His father came home drunk that night, and had stormed into Andy’s room, waving a Bible in his hands and bellowing out a few selected passages incoherently until he chucked the Bible at his sons’ head. That night, Andy watched in paralyzed fear, shame, and shock as his father advanced toward his bed and nearly beat him to death. Well, that wasn’t necessarily accurate. Andy WOULD have been beaten to a coma had his father not passed out drunk sixteen minutes into the beating, lying still on the bedroom floor with a face entirely composed of frozen maniac rage.

Needless to say, Andy had made up his mind and graduated high school a year early just a few months later. The day Andy graduated was the day he left home for good and had immediately rented out an apartment and began settling in with college life and being on his own. Things had actually started getting better and looking up since then: Andy had ended up hooking up with a guy at Scarlet his freshman year, grades were good; he’d just barely missed making the Dean’s List thanks to percentiles (pun intended), and he had also managed to hold a steady job at Endspace, a company which hosted a popular online journal site, for the last two years.

All of this put aside, it should be noted that while Andy may understandably not always be the most stable person emotionally, there should be no mistaking that he is strikingly good looking. At 5’9 and 150 pounds, Andy has a nice and slender body that has come from being on the cross country team all throughout middle and high school, as well as participating in the University’s winter track team for the last three years. It should also be mentioned that when Andy had made the team for baseball last spring, all the time spent in the sun really paid off, as his nice and even tan reflected well upon his smooth body.

Despite all of this, Andy’s best physical feature arguably came down to one of two things, the first of the two being Andy’s face. Andy was one of those kind of guys that always produced the best kind of smile; the kind that showed such genuine care and friendliness that made it next to impossible to not be filled with a sudden warmth -- even if it lasts only a second or two. Aside from Andy’s literally flawless complexion (a slight rarity for anyone in school,) he also had a set of the most beautiful blue sapphire eyes. If you ever looked into Andy’s eyes during the day, you could swear you were actually staring out at an amazing view of an ocean, and if you looked into his eyes at night, you suddenly found yourself being drawn to a sparkling sapphire blue diamond. Although Andy was a little modest, he did know that his short, light brown hair went amazingly perfect with his face. However, as is usual with most guys, Andy didn’t have much of an idea when it came to his second, could be considered by some first, best physical feature: His ass. Andy had the kind of ass that when he wore any kind of khakis, especially brown, his butt took on a magnificently perfectly round fitted shape that you couldn’t help but just want to cup. Actually, even outside of khakis, Andy’s ass was still one to behold. He was one of the few extremely lucky guys that had such soft and light hair that you would never notice nor feel a single hairy spot on his wonderful backside beauty.

Anyway, we now turn our attention back to Andy, who was just starting to doze off while at work. The whole entire day had been dragging on incredibly slowly for Andy. No one had sent the servers a desperate plea for help because their incompetent CSS skills had rendered their blog unviewable, nor had anyone sent an email bitching about how the hot college guy that randomly sent them an IM was really some kid in 8th grade using his brother’s image for self-gain and demanding the kid’s site to be shut down, and perhaps the most amazing thing of all was that the servers were actually working completely smoothly for the first time in a month without a single sign of crashing anytime soon. It was days like this that Andy found it nearly impossible to believe that Endspace had over twenty-seven million users, and growing a couple thousand every day.

Just as Andy was getting comfortable with the idea that he could doze off and wait for his watch to beep 5:00, the telephone in his mostly empty little oval-shaped office began to ring. Andy was barely able to contain his surprise and sat upright a little too quickly, instantly feeling the consequence from the immediate rush of blood pulsing through his head. Andy simply sat in his chair momentarily dazed, regarding the phone stupidly as it continued to ring another three times. Both reality and the beginning of a throbbing headache suddenly surged through Andy, and he picked up the phone, colliding his elbow with the desk and managing to unintentionally blurt out a pained, “Hello?” On the other line was Mr. Robin, the CEO of Endspace. Mr. Robin apologized for apparently interrupting and then went on to tell Andy he wanted to see him immediately in his office.

As Andy hung up the phone, he began to get a little worried. In the two years Andy had been here, he had never even so much as spoken more than 50 words to Mr. Robin, and probably 88% of those words were spoken on the black cordless phone about 10 seconds ago. However, the little back voice in Andy’s mind spoke up and told him that before he headed down to Mr. Robin’s office, he should probably take something to ward off the light throb in his head before the throb could eventually manifest. Andy thought this was probably a good idea and pulled out the little bottle of Tylenol that he kept in the first drawer of his desk and swallowed two down. With that out of the way, he put the Tylenol back in the drawer and now listened as the voice of reason took a turn speaking to Andy. The voice of reason told Andy there was nothing to be afraid of -- at 20 years old, there were only 8 people on the staff of nearly 500 that were either younger or the same age as him, meaning that since he couldn’t even remember a time without having computers around, he was one of the best when it came to fixing server problems and such. This wasn’t actually completely naïve thinking either; Andy’s impressive performance and ability at creating site wide updates, fixing bugs, creating new styles for the site, etc. would probably be impressive to even those at Microsoft. As Andy told himself these things over in his mind, he finally felt confident enough, and walked up to the red stain-glass door which proudly bore the permanently engraved Endspace company logo with dark red letters, and headed out.

As Andy made his way down the hall to the CEO’s office, he found himself slightly annoyed, and not for the first time, at the blinding white fluorescent ceiling lights which shone menacingly down at the gray marble tiled floor. The hallways wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that the walls were painted completely white. Andy had no fucking idea what sort of atrocious joke the designers of the building had in mind when they were constructing the place, and Andy really found no humor in the idea that someone working here for maybe 15 years would probably increase their chances by at least 40% for becoming blind as a bat before the age of 60. Not that he was worried or anything, he only had a year till he blew this shit hole town, but still, it bothered him repeatedly nonetheless.

When Andy made it to Mr. Robin’s office, he lightly knocked on the door and respectfully waited for a sign to come in. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Mr. Robin greeted Andy and invited him to sit in one of two lounge chairs in the far back of the office -- one of probably many advantages of being the CEO for any company, Andy thought. Andy thanked him and walked over to the end of the office, taking a seat in a comfy green lounge chair. Mr. Robin walked over to join Andy when his own phone rang. Mr. Robin quickly excused himself, and walked back over to his desk to answer the phone.

As Andy patiently waited for Mr. Robin to finish getting off the phone, he couldn’t help but stare at Mr. Robin and admire his body - AND casual clothing -- apparently another little advantage of being a CEO. Mr. Robin was 24 years old and about 5’7, 135 pounds with an overall pretty nice physique. Although there wasn’t anything amazing about Mr. Robin, he did have a nice six-pack going on, and, as Andy could now see while checking out Mr. Robin’s lower half with his back turned, Andy couldn’t help but like what he saw. Mr. Robin had nice muscular legs that weren’t too big, but not too small either. Andy had the feeling that Mr. Robin might have been a wrestler when he was in college. As Andy continued checking Mr. Robin out, he couldn’t help but admire how firm and tight his ass looked through his black and blue Nike shorts. Again, Andy had to wonder how the hell CEO’s could seriously get away with wearing something so casually, but at this point, Andy didn’t give the idea much thought. Andy could just imagine pulling down Mr. Robin’s shorts, gently bending him over the desk, gently straddling his cock, giving his ass a firm squeeze, unzipping his own pants, and…

Andy’s slowly growing hard on came to an abrupt and hurtful stop when Chris flashed through his mind. Feeling slightly shamed and bad, his penis continued to diminish to normal size, and by the time Mr. Robin was off the phone and walked across the room, his erection had fully died down and only his normal 5 inch cock remained.

Mr. Robin gave Andy a quick look, and started off with,
“Look, I have to go really soon and tend to a most important appointment, so I’ll try to keep this short.”
He walked over to his desk and pulled something out from the middle drawer and headed back over to Andy.
“Now, look, Mr. Cross, I hate to do this since you’re one of the best we’ve got, but, I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go.”
Mr. Robin held out the magazine he had pulled out of his desk and handed it to Andy.
“Yesterday, one of the janitors pulled THIS piece of filth out from your office. Under other circumstances, I would never hold anyone accountable for this type of thing without proof, but the address information on the back makes it fairly simple to figure out who it belongs to.”
Andy attempted to interject, but Mr. Robin held his left hand up.
“I don’t want to hear it, Mr. Andrew Cross. Company policy doesn’t allow this kind of filth, and I will not tolerate it. You are hereby fired.”
Andy finally spoke up and gave Mr. Robin a cold stare, his eyes filled with livid disgust.
“Sir, this isn’t mine.”
“Oh, it isn’t yours? So I suppose this belongs to some other fucking fay -- … er, face, that just happens to have the same name as you?”
Mr. Robin winced after he finished the sentence, realizing he had accidentally gone a word too far.
“No, it really isn’t mine. For one, I never have and never will own a Playboy magazine in my life. You should already know this, considering you just called me a “fucking fag,” you asshole. Secondly, I believe this is addressed to YOU.”
Mr. Robin stared at the magazine in complete disbelief and shock as he saw a young woman with a pair of inflated breasts on the front cover and both his name and home address near the bottom of the magazine. He tried to speak, but his throat immediately became so chocked up and dry that the only sound produced was a hoarse gasp.
Andy continued speaking angrily through gritted teeth,
“Sir, you won’t have to worry about firing me, or me suing your ass, -- there’s really no point in working for a bunch of apparent homophobic bastards such as yourself. Rather, I’ll just quit. However, Mr. Robin, before I leave, I just want you to know that whatever goes around will indeed come around.”
And with that, Andy walked out of the CEO’s office and back to his own office, grabbing his bottle of Tylenol, and then making his way out the exit doors to the parking lot of the Endspace building.