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!