The two young men stood hunched against the bitter wind reading the front page of the Chicago Tribune. Directly below the date--February 13, 1929--was the headline that held their collective interest: CAPONE TO BE IN MIAMI VALENTINE'S DAY.
"It's too fuckin' beautiful," hooted Willy Marks.
"Too good to be fuckin' true," added Jimmy Clark as he folded the paper under his arm. "Let's get outta this wind."
The two walked down the side walk toward a coffee shop, careful to avoid getting mud on their spats. They were nearly identically dressed in snap brim fedoras and long overcoats which covered dark pinstriped suits.
"The boss is gonna love that fat bastard being outta town," said Jimmy.
"Lucky fat bastard," replied Willy. "At least he's outta this wind."
The boss was George "Bugs" Moran, head of the North Side Gang and sworn enemy of Al Capone.
Once inside the coffee shop, Willy and Jimmy doffed their coats and hats and hung them near the door. They slid into the nearest booth as a waitress came up to take their order. She was a pretty girl, too much makeup but a generous bosom.
"What'll ya have, gents?" she said before biting the tip of her pen with sharp looking white teeth. Her red lips formed a perfect O around it.
Willy stretched his arm over the back of his seat and said, with a sly grin, "How 'bout a blowjob?"
The two men cackled at the joke and the girl, spying the grip of Willy snub nosed revolver, joined in cautiously.
"Sorry, hon, that's not on the menu today." she said.
"Oh, what day are they served?" asked Jimmy Clark.
"Yeah. We'll be back," said Willy Marks.
"How about February 29th?" the waitress said with a genuine grin this time.
The men gaffawed.
"But leap year was last year. Means we'll have to wait three more years." said Willy.
"Well, if you come back in three years, blow jobs will be on the menu," she rejoined, with a wink.
Jimmy said, "Fair enough sweetheart. For now, we'll take a couple cups of coffee."
They watched with wide grins as the waitress moved away, swinging her hips perhaps a bit more than necessary. Then they caught each others eyes and arched their bows simultaneously-Barney Google style. The day was going real well except for the fucking weather. Goddamn Chicago wind.
"Things'll go real smooth with Capone outta town," started Willy.
"Shouldn't be a hitch."
"So we meet up at the garage what time?"
"Bugs says 10:30."
"Which garage again?"
"The one at 2212 North Clark."
The waitress delivered two cups of steaming coffee. Both men grinned up at her then eyed her bursting chest. The girl smiled down and threw her shoulders back causing her breasts to thrust out even more before she stepped away to another customer.
Willy and Jimmy watched her backside sway away once more before dumping cream and sugar into their hot coffee.
"Whose the gang?" asked Willy.
"The usual. Jonny May, Frankie and Pete G. Ted and Bugs, acourse."
"That asshole Reinhardt gonna be there?"
"Probably." Jimmy looked out the window. "He always is."
Reinhardt Schwimmer was an eye doctor who got a kick out of hanging out with gangsters. Bugs Moran allowed it because he got off on watching Schwimmer ball his wife, Alice. Jimmy knew this because he was married to Moran's sister, Aggie. And Alice and Aggie shared everything.
Willy said, "I can't believe Bugs got such a deal on that much booze. Shit, it'll be almost a ninety percent markup."
Jimmy nodded and sipped his coffee. "You drivin' Bugs?"
"Usually do."
"I'll be with Frankie and Pete. Probably Jonny and Schwimmer."
Jimmy gazed out the window for a moment. He realized the flirtation with the waitress had gotten him a little worked up. He hesitated only bit before asking, "So...have you thought about it?"
Willy eyed him carefully.
"Well, yeah."
Jimmy could hear in his head his wife's voice as she told him about Moran watching Reinhardt Shwimmer shtup her sister-in-law. He remembered the feel of her mouth on his dick as she made her request.
"She really wants to try it, Willy."
"Why me?"
"You're my best pal. And she likes ya."
"Why tonight?"
Jimmy winked. "Be a great Valentine's Day gift, wouldn't it?"
"Valentine's Day is tomorrow."
"Yeah, but the kids are gone tonight."
Willy watched the waitress bustling about. He'd always found Aggie attractive but never acted on it for obvious reasons. Now this strange proposal Jimmy had been offering for the past few days had him spinning. Not only would Jimmy watch, his wife wanted him to join in. A threesome.
The waitress bent over to clean a table. What a fuckin' ass!
Shit, why not.
"What time you want me to show up?"
Jimmy's face split wide open in a grin.
"How about eight o'clock?"
The two men finished their coffee in a palpable silence.
They tipped the waitress generously before leaving the coffee shop.
******
Willy Marks arrived at the Clarks apartment a few minutes past 8:00pm. He had considered bringing something but for the life of him could figure out what. Flowers didn't seem right. And he knew Jimmy would have plenty of booze.
Jimmy met him at the door dressed in a blue silk robe. Willy could tell he had had a few. He also had the feeling that his friend was naked beneath the robe.
Jimmy led him into the warm living room. Candles lit the way in flickering orange glow.
"Happy Valentine's Day, honey," Jimmy chirped, almost too gleefully.
Aggie was seated on the chaise lounge. She wore only a shiny full slip and a strand of large black pearls. Willy could see the impression of her taut nipples straining against the moist looking fabric. Her dark hair was cut in a Theda Bara style, bangs and short on the sides and back. She gazed at him with a mixture of apprehension and lust. After a rather long sip of her glass of gin, Aggie rose and moved toward the men.
She carefully took her husband's arm and rested her head on his shoulder looking at Willy.
"I'm so glad you decided to do this, Willy," she said, looking at him with half closed eyes.
Willy thought any reply he could make would have been inane so said nothing.
Finally, Jimmy broke the silence: "How 'bout a drink, Will? Aggie, take his hat and coat while I get him a drink."
Jimmy moved to the bar and Aggie received the hat and coat Willy handed her. But before putting them away, she leaned into him and huskily said, "I've been waiting for this for a long time."
She slid her hand under his suit coat and brushed the front of his crotch. Willy Marks manhood popped to attention at her touch.
Smiling, Aggie Clark whirled away and took the clothes to the hall closet.
Jimmy delivered Willy's drink which Willy took a deep swallow of. Jimmy sipped his own gin. Willy looked after where Aggie had gone and turned to Jimmy. "So, how's this gonna work?"
Jimmy sat down on a small sofa and said, "It's her ballpark. Let's let her pitch. Have a seat."
Willy sat down next to Jimmy just as Aggie returned.
When she caught sight of the two men sitting on the sofa, Jimmy Clark's wife's face broke into a broad grin. Then, slowly twisting the long strand of pearls out and around her neck, she moved towards the phonegraph. She selected a record and placed it on the turntable. Then carefully adjusted the needle at the start. A smooth jazz filled the air. Willy didn't recognise it but thought it was some of that great stuff the Negroes were creating.
Aggie danced toward the men, her slightly chunky ass swaying to the beat.
Willy marveled at the movement of her hips and at the bouncing of her pert breasts. He felt his cock come to life in his trousers. Beside him, Jimmy shifted slightly as though he also had experienced a shift of flesh.
Aggie stopped before them and looked for a moment into Willy eyes. Then she knelt before her husband and slowly drew her hands the length of his thighs toward his crotch.