Spicy Sugar

The Vice City Job: Plotting

Andrei's POV:

No further distractions!

It was time to finally start with my plan for the job in Vice City. If I wanted this plan to work out, I needed to take precautions for the worst case. It was time to call in some old favors.

"H... Hello?" the sleep drunken voice answered from the other side.

"Rise and shine, redhead." I chuckled into the phone.

"Andrei? What the hell? Why are you calling me at fucking two in the morning?" July asked with a slight groan.

I smiled even though I knew she could not see me, "You remember that Trevor job? You still owe me my reward."

"And you want to pick that up now? I need some time to prepare it." she sounded both annoyed and nervous at this.

"No. But I need it for another job pretty damn soon."

"Define son to me." she gave in with a sigh.

"You got one week at max. I'll come and pick it up at your place." I explained with a very 'no more questions' kind of voice.

"What? How do you even ... you know what? Forget it. It will be ready by the end of the week." she mumbled out.

"Perfect. See you then." I just hung up.

Now, that was part one of my little double bluff done. Time for part two. I started typing on my phone to send a list of stuff I needed to Rory. He might be a wimp and a nerd, but when it came to getting me my stuff, for a good price and with no questions asked, he was my man. The reply came quickly, and of course he agreed. I still think that might be mainly due to him being scared of me.

I placed my phone on the table of the Boiler Room again and took a lip from my bourbon. So all I had to do now was wait for the stuff and start building my activation devices. Then place both parts of my bluff in the right places of the city. The harder part was creating a distraction for the police.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see a blonde enter the bar. A short glance revealing it to be Shelly. She smiled at me and I gave a short absentminded wave. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed the playful banter and talking about shit with her occasionally, but right now I had to keep planning. I also saw two guys standing up and making their way over to her.

"Hey there cutie." the smaller, slightly ratty one said as he leaned against the bar.

"Hey, Honey. What can I do for you two fine gentlemen?" she was relaxed and not bothered by the approach, just casually sipping the drink the barkeep slid in front of her.

"Oh, I'm sure there is plenty of stuff you could do for me and my friend here." he nudged his friend's slightly floppy belly. "We three can surely have a good time together."

"I bet we could. Just hope you know that it won't be a cheap experience." she was a hooker sometimes, so I didn't think she would just send them off.

The taller one placed a hand on her thigh now while the ratty one slid in closer, "I'm certain it would be to all of our enjoyments. So that should make sure you don't end up empty-handed."

I rolled my eyes at this point. If Shelly really wanted to fuck these guys, they would not have to make the first move. So like this they would either pay or be turned down. She snaked one of her arms around the smaller ones hips and subtly towards his back pocket. Her legs crossed, and I could notice her pushing at her heels. What is she doing?

"Oh, so you don't intend to offer up a good price then? That's quite a shame." she said with an innocent smile.

The bigger guy now placed both his hands on her thighs and parted them slightly, clearly against her will, "Don't worry about that. We will try and be gentle."