INFECTION 2.0

~ TWO ~

“What are doing back here all by yourself?” The voice that spoke was deep and cheerful.

Tandy looked up into Dan’s large, bright smile. He was holding out his hands and she got from the chair and gave him a big hug. “When did you start working weekends?” she wondered.

“Oh, I don’t,” he laughed, as they sat down, “just covering for Bill, he called in sick.”

“Aww, I hope he gets to feeling better soon.”

Dan shrugged, “Probably nothing more than a little exhaustion. It’s so good to see you! I heard about what happened last weekend.”

She rolled her eyes and slumped in her chair. “I’m sure it’s been all the talk around here.”

The guy laughed again, “Oh, don’t you worry about it. Happens way more than you want to think about around here, but look at the bright side, better sooner to find out than later, right?”

Tandy sighed, “It doesn’t feel that way, Dan.”

He reached over and hugged her again, “I’m sure it doesn’t, but I’ll tell you this. A lot of the guys in here don’t think it’s a bad thing.”

She tried to smile and he winked back at her.

“I better get behind the bar again. Hey, your next drink is on me, you just have to come up and get it.”

She watched his ass as he walked away. A handsome man in his own right, neat cut black hair, styled with just a little bit of gel, white shirt with a couple of the top buttons lose, just enough to glimpse a muscular chest beneath. And of course, those tight black jeans. Tandy wasn’t the only girl that took more than a peek at the man’s ass when his back was turned.

Not long after Dan went back to work Carly bee-bopped over to the table. She glowed with perspiration and wore a large, start of intoxication, smile.

“Come on, sweetie, we gotta dance!”

Tandy started to protest but the other grabbed her by the wrist and jerked her out of the chair. They wove their way through the crowd until Carly brought them to a place she had in mind. There she began a little bump and grind dance. “I’m gonna get lucky, tonight.” she purred.

Tandy giggled, “Oh my god, who?”

They danced until they had moved a quarter turn, “See the soldier boy over there in his army greens?”

The other giggled again, “He looks like a boy.”

“Mhmm, fresh from the farm, honey, but I know there’s a man under that uniform. I felt it when I did this,” Carly made a half turn and wiggled her butt against Tandy’s jeans. “I know a couple of his buddies are in here too.” she cooed to her friend.

“Oh, come on, let a broken leg heal before trying to run again.”

“Broken leg and broken hearts are two different things, sugar.” She popped her hips against her friend’s.

“You go get him, tiger,” Tandy laughed, “and if he’s really good have an orgasm for me.”

“Honey, I’ll have two or three for you, if he’s really good.”

By midnight Tandy had more than she could stand. The girls came to check in on her now and then, but after those first couple hours they all had at least one or more men they were finding much more interesting. She pushed her way through the crowd until she found Carly. She smiled politely as she was introduced to the soldier, his name was Frank, and then told her friend she was ready to leave. Carly argued, but only for a minute or two, before telling her it was okay, she’d catch a ride back to the apartment with one of the girls. Or maybe a chivalrous soldier, if one was around.

The cool night air washed over Tandy as she stepped outside. She let out a long sigh that seemed to leave the last little bit of the evening behind her. She found the keys in her purse and was almost to her car when she heard the sounds of someone throwing up then moaning somewhere in the near shadows.

She froze in her tracks and listened until she heard the soft moaning noise again.

“Hello?” her voice was soft and shy, “are you okay?”

“I’m not sure,” a man’s voice groaned in reply. “I think I ate some bad food or something tonight.”

Yeah, sure, Tandy thought, or maybe you drank a little too much, a little too fast.

He moaned in misery again before speaking, “There are some benches over by the doors, right?”

“Yes,” she looked back at the entrance even though she knew they were there.

“Maybe you could give me a hand? I don’t want to go back inside if I don’t start feeling better, but maybe if I’m on one of those, at least my friend can find me.” “Yeah, sure,” Tandy said and moved around until she found the man.

He was sitting on the ground with his back against a car. His skin looked pale and sweaty and she didn’t fail to notice the large puddle from where he emptied his stomach. Some of it had run back to touch the leg of his pants.

She knelt down, careful of the vomit, and slid her arm under his. “Come on, up you go.”

As she helped him to his feet he managed to clumsily grope her breasts. f*****g men, the curse skipped through her mind as she rolled her eyes.

“I really appreciate the help,” he said.

I bet you do, Tandy thought but kept silent as they began to walk.