The crime rate was pretty low in our part of Adelaide.
My company's head office occupied two professionally restored Edwardian brick houses, set back from a busy six lane road and sitting next to each other in an old garden. In spite of our central location the two buildings were an oasis of quiet.
The modern glass extension at the rear of the main building, which housed the administration offices and the boardroom, gave me a spacious office overlooking the back garden. The garden was small but always immaculate, with a perfect half circle of lawn, some climbers over the big corrugated iron storage shed beyond it and a leaning old fig tree hanging over a well-placed wooden bench.
Not bad, I thought, looking up from my computer screen and sighting the bench. Not bad at all.
In business there's nothing better than an optimistic budget that's being realized. And the wooden bench situated only yards away from me through the floor to ceiling glass reminded me of Arnold. Working back on long summer evenings had it's advantages, and Arnold's willingness to lie back over anything and have his arse mined had always been the principal one. I could even now see him draped over the back of the wooden bench, moaning, as I drilled deep inside his tight access shaft, set between the round hills of his bubble butt. There sure was gold in them thar hills I thought. My white creamy gold. Shame he was out bush exploring for the real thing at the moment I thought. I sighed, and returned to my forecasts.
At the very rear of the block, behind the shed, was a cream gravelled parking area, and I'd vaguely noticed a white van driving in as I'd looked back at my spreadsheets. There was plenty of room in the carpark. I knew that most of the staff had already left for the weekend as the big boss was off at our mine site. So being a summer Friday afternoon it was a race to leave and get to the beach or head off down the coast for the weekend.
I had an empty house to go back to or some really good figures to massage into a glowing report for Monday's month end meeting. So I was happy to hang about finishing it off and putting in a bit more effort than I would have with Arnold about. By now he'd be waiting to be driven home for his early evening fuck, or be ready to be fucked at the office if we had the place to ourselves. An advantage of us both working for the same small company.
I was briefly distracted by two guys walking past through the garden and turning off to the back door of the other house, which was the main office for the exploration team. Shortly after they reappeared, and came around to the rear entrance of my building. I may not have taken much notice earlier but now I certainly couldn't help seeing how good they both looked as they entered the sparsely furnished, open plan rear office. Both were wearing white singlets and long dark shorts, the white setting off their deep even golden tans and the well-defined muscles of their shoulders and arms.
One smiled broadly at me, and I realized that I didn't recognize either of them and it was a bit late for visitors. I got up and went out to meet them wondering vaguely if anyone was still inside the other building.
"Hi," I said, "Can I help you?"
"Sure hope so," the taller, more muscular of the two replied, "Have you got a key for the building next door? We came to pick up some tenement maps but there doesn't seem to be anyone in there."
I was taken back by the question. The trouble with working in a small mining company is that exploration staff come and go at odd times, and also that being in the admin building and working in the Adelaide office all the time I never even saw half of them. I was annoyed.
"There's no one there?" I asked.
"No," the two of them replied in unison.
"Well we're closed now," I said, "So you will have to come back Monday. There is usually someone there from seven thirty, or if it's urgent you can ring Dave Parmenter at home. Have you got his number?" I asked, wondering where I had it written down. I never had any reason to call him.
"It's kinda urgent," the taller one replied. "We're flying up there tomorrow and need those maps."
It came to me finally that for some reason they didn't really look like our field staff. For one thing our geologists always wore khaki on the job, the boss was old fashioned and liked it. I had rarely seen anyone come to the exploration office in anything else.
"I'm sorry," I said, now wary, "I can't help you. You'll just have to come back on Monday. I'll see you out," I added making a move towards them, and the back door, which I was now kicking myself for not having locked earlier.
The shorter one moved in behind me as I passed him and stood close. "You here alone?" he asked in a quiet voice that instantly made me freeze up.
It wasn't that he said it threateningly, it was just where he stood and said it, and the situation, that made it frightening.
"No," I stammered suddenly panicking, "Um, no. Someone is coming back soon." I'd hesitated too long trying to think straight for my excuse to sound true, but carried on helplessly. "That's what I'm waiting for."
"Oh, so whose that?" the tall one asked.
My mind was blank as I opened and closed my mouth silently, looking for inspiration. I couldn't right then think of anyone who might come back. "Tony," I finally said. "Tony forgot something."
"I think he's lying Dene," the taller one said smiling broadly and showing perfect white teeth.
"Are you lying?" the short one, Dene, who was standing behind me, asked.
I could smell Dene he was so close, and he smelt good, he looked good too - they both did, and I thought 'hey' they shouldn't be doing this to me. Dene looks too nice to be doing this.
"I think you should leave," I stammered, and made to move to the door with some vague idea of making a run for it.
"No," I cried in fright as Dene grabbed my elbows from behind and pulled them back, pressing his body against my back and his legs against mine. I was panting, high on an adrenaline rush of fear, ultra aware of him and shocked to feel his drill was rigid and pressing against my butt.
I struggled against the strong fingers biting into my arms as he held them, but I couldn't help doing it half heartedly, overwhelmed by the coolness of the two of them.
"Sure looks like he's lying," said Dene, and I felt his hot breath against my neck as he spoke, his face was so close to me.
