Indy Heat

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It was Andy who got that first bit of ass, down at GenCon. Of course it was accidental, walking in the doorway into the foyer of the Omni in broad August daylight.

That made it perfect, in a way. He was the last one through the door, and went straight into the arms of a milf in Prada walking out.

It was one of those events of perfect timing that could never be choreographed, and all at once she was in his arms for a lingering moment as they tried to pass one another, managing just to rub up close. With someone else’s grace, Andy moved his hand out and twirled the woman, who spun slowly once, with grace. “May I have this dance?” she said, bemused. Gallantly he then held the door, and she made a very obvious gesture of looking him up and down while walking out of the lobby and into the brutal August afternoon.

“Score one for Andy,” Hemp said, still wearing sunglasses and gazing around the lobby, hands in his pockets, taking in the marble and glass all around. They were all transfixed, for that brief moment after Andy’s dance. The stifling heat of the afternoon was outside, a world away. Crisp cool Omni air settled on them. Somewhere a grand piano was playing something ragtime.

“It’s not New York, but it’ll do, I imagine,” Pete said. A backpack slung over his shoulder and a blue case that read “Johnny Walker” in his hand.

Chris was all smile and shoulders, elated. “Great days we’re living, bros… -great- days…”

Great days indeed. They were in Indy, at the Omni.

At GenCon.


“Andy?”

They all turned to the voice, jarring, and saw her. She was there, in the lobby of the Omni Hotel. Short and wide, her chest pushing aggressively towards Andy. He showed none of the suave calm of a moment ago, as he recognized her. He was babbling now. “Angela,” he stammered. “Uh, what, what are you doing here?”

“I’m staying here for GenCon, Andy. And it’s ‘Alecia’…” Her hands on her hips, nipples that Andy had rubbed years ago pointing straight at him in the air conditioning.

Alecia had gotten bigger since they’d last seen her. Her squat shape was in striking contrast to Andy’s. Pete, Hemp, and Chris instinctively backed away from the pair.

“Your gonna need a bigger truck,” Hemp muttered. As one, they turned towards the front desk, abandoning their friend.

He’d be fine.


Andy continued to waffle.

“Er, Alecia, How are you? I mean, what are the odds, eh?”

“Andy, I was looking for you. My contact told me you'd be here." A pause. "I need you.”

Andy blanched at her words, then stammered. “Well, Alecia, like I said before, I don’t think I could do that to Pete… you know he’s kinda-“

“Oh Andy, not like that.” she made a dismissive face, as if a fly was bothering her. “I’m in real trouble, and I need your help.”

Despite himself, Andy was now looking at those nipples, as they looked at him. They’d gotten him into trouble two years ago, and they were calling to him now. Then he realized what she’d just said, and met her eyes again.

“Trouble? What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m scared, Andy. I need your help. You and your friends.” She looked past him to the rest of the group, at the front desk and receiving card keys. She took a step closer, right into his space. “I don’t have anyone else to turn to…” She shivered a bit, her gaze up into his.

Words from the past echoed in his head. ‘You look a little cold’ he almost told her, but he caught himself. He took in a breath. Instead he just asked “What can we do?”

She pressed against him, her notable chest flush against him as she drew close. She deftly put an old antique key into his palm, the gesture hidden by her girth from anyone who might be watching. “This key opens the Safehouse,” she whispered in his ear. “You know, the bar under Union Station. It doesn't open until Thursday night. Go there tonight after dark,” She looked fitfully over his shoulder, around the lobby. “Don’t let anyone see you. Someone will meet you there, and tell you all. Bring your friends Andy, but be careful…” Her fingers dug into his arm and shoulder for a moment, her eyes anime-wide before she kissed his cheek quickly, then turning and fleeing through the doorway.


Pete’s hand came down on Andy’s shoulder as the guys circled around. “I’ve decided, Andy… you can have her. I can’t let a girl threaten our friendship.”

“What’s that, jackass?” Chris said, seeing the key in Andy’s hand.

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