The
walk to the Enlisted Men's Club took them across a parking lot, past one set of
barracks, through another parking lot and around a building to the front
entrance all the while Lynn pointed out landmarks in a mock-tour-guide manner.
As they entered the club Sidney saw a young man handcuffed to a chair in the office.
“Bummer, I bet he’s had better days.”
Lynn
laughed, “Yeah. He must have really pissed someone off. They don’t usually
start busting people until later.”
They
stopped at a small desk to show their ID’s. The bouncer was a large, incredibly
tanned man with an over-developed upper body amplified by an extra tight
T-shirt. Sid stifled a giggle and whispered, “Bet you he’s got a little dick.” Lynn
couldn’t contain her laughter and blushed as she presented her card.
He
smiled, “Good afternoon ladies.”
Everyone must show proof of age and get their hand
stamped either red or blue. Red, apparently for stop meant no alcohol. People
age twenty-one and older got a blue stamp. Sidney, only 19, received a blue
stamp with a wink from the bouncer. Lynn was 21 so she too was stamped blue.
Sidney showed Lynn her stamp, "I think I'm going
to like it here."
At
Lynn’s direction, they headed directly for the main ballroom. The red hue of
the décor reminded Sid of an Old West brothel. The ballroom was wrapped by
wallpaper of reddish-gold with a raised velveteen pattern. The carpet was in
the same color family though not a direct match. Booths lined the perimeter and
tables and chairs cluttered the carpet leading to the central dance floor and
stage. There was the typical scent of beer and cigarettes accentuated by the
oily odor of a distant deep-fryer. Jukebox music played muffled by the crack
and clunk of a pool game and the general buzz of conversation.
Lynn and Sidney stood just inside the ballroom
entrance scanning faces. Much to Sidney’s delight, the entire place was full of
physically fit, handsome young men. “It’s wall-to-wall testosterone in here. Let
the games begin.” She paused a minute then continued, “Aren’t there any women
on this base?”
"The
ratio here is about five-hundred men to one woman so they’re kind of hard to
spot, but trust me; they’re here and probably checking you out.
Sid looks at Lynn questioning her last statement.
“Oh, no, not like that. You’re the new meat and that
means you’re their competition.”
“Whatever.” Sid dismissed Lynn’s comment and turned
to head back to the smaller room they passed on the way in.
“Where are you going?” Lynn asked.
“Over
here.” Sid raised her cue-case and headed towards the pool tables. Lynn
followed.
Sid
found a small empty table near the door. She claimed it with her case and went
to the bar and ordered a beer. Lynn sat on a tall stool next to the table, waited
and watched.
Sid
returned to the table, placed her beer on a paper coaster and opened her case.
She took out her two-piece cue and screwed it together. Then she donned her
three-finger glove designed to eliminate the need for hand chalk.
“What
are you waiting for Lynn?”
“You’ll
see.”
Sid
reached in her back pocket, pulled out 4 quarters and put them on the table
closest to her. “Lynn, why don’t you get a beer or something?”
“I’m
waiting.”
“For
what?”
“Trust
me.”
A
few minutes later a drink showed up in front of Lynn. “See, that didn’t take
long.”
“Where’d
you get that?”
“Sid,
on this base, women rarely buy drinks. Guys are ready and willing to get us
drunk because they think they’ll get laid.”
“Gee,
you could have said something sooner.” Sid laughed, sat down and lit a
cigarette.
Lynn’s
about the same height as Sidney, but a little heavier. Not obviously overweight
like Janna, although not boot camp fit either. Her ample breasts, belly and
butt go with her round face topped by curly red hair.
Jokingly Sid asks, “So where are you from, how long
have you been in, what’s your rate and all that rot?”
“I’m from Columbus, Ohio, I’ve been in 3.5 years, I’m
a Yeoman and I have 155 days left. I have a serious short-timers attitude.”
“What about boyfriends -- girlfriends?”
Lynn chuckled, “Boyfriends thank you, and no I don’t
have one.”
“Why not, there are plenty here?”
“I don’t usually go out, I’m not really into the bar
thing. Besides all my friends that I used to hang with left already.”
“Well, we have to do something about that. I can’t
have my roommate sitting home at night dateless! What would the neighbors
think?” Sid jokes.
“Ok. Hey, do you like Sidney or Sid?”
“Either
is fine.”
“So how about you, how long have you been in, what’s
your rate, etc…?”
“I just finished my first year, I’m an AME. I start
at the LOX farm on Monday and someday I want to work on ejection seats.” She
smiled and waited Lynn’s admiration.
“What’s
LOX?”
“It’s
liquid oxygen that the pilots use to breathe when they’re flying. It’s pretty
cool.”
“Cool,”
Lynn replied without the expected awe.
“You’re
up” said a man as he tapped the table.
Sid
put the quarters in the slot of the table. The balls fell to the end reservoir to
be racked. Sid racked the balls making sure they were in the proper sequence
and as tight as possible before she took the form away.
“I’m
Jim.” The man said extending his hand for a shake.
“Sidney”
She shook his hand. “…just for shits and giggles?”
“What?”
Jim asked
“Are
we playing just for shits and giggles or do you want to bet?”
“I’ll
play for a beer, OK?”
“OK,
that works.”
Jim
broke the rack and the game began.
A
few minutes later Jim returned from the bar with the 2 beers. “Where did you
learn to shoot?”
“Memphis.”
“You’re
good, but I’m going to have to try and get my beer back.”
“Anytime.”
Jim
noticed a friend entering the room and excused himself. As he walked away,
Sidney took a quick inventory. Broad shoulders, nice butt, great smile and not
an ounce of fat on him, “Not bad.”
“Yeah,
he’s cute. But, forget it, he’s taken. The girl across the hall, Meg is his
girlfriend. They’ve been hot and heavy for a long time” Lynn added.
“Nah,
I wasn’t thinking that––just checking him out.”
“Hey
honey! It’s your break,” a man shouted from the other side of the table.
“Oh
sorry.” Sid got up quickly and began to play.
Jim
and his friend Steen took a seat on the opposite wall and prepared to play on
the second of two pool tables in the room.
“So
who the new chick? Some Admiral’s daughter slumming?” Steve asked Jim.
“No,
she’s a new squid-ette. She’s over at the Lox Farm. It think she moved into the
room across the hall from Meg.”
“Too
bad. Did I see you buying her a beer?”
“Yeah,
she beat me in a game.”
“Psssh,
anyone can beat you.” Steve continued to chalk his already chalked cue while
stealing glances at Sid’s pool game. Impatient for the break Steve growled,
“Are you done with that rack yet?”
“I’m
done now. Just like we like ‘em, nice and tight.”
Steve
took a house stick and broke the rack with a mighty stroke. The crack was loud
and the force of his stroke sent the cue ball sailing off the floor and right
by Sidney’s foot. She laughed, “Oops, I think you dropped something.” Lynn ran
and retrieved the ball and handed it to Steve.
Embarrassed
at is error he accepted the ball and quickly turned back to the table,
“Thanks.”
Jim
completely amused said, “Scratch on the break, that means I win right.”
“Shut
up and shoot” Steve said as he gulped his beer.
Sidney
shook her opponent’s hand, “Good game.”
“Yeah,
thanks” the man said as he walked away.
Jim
asked, “You win?”
“I
was stripes,” the man said with a grimace. Steve and Jim looked at the table
where there were four striped balls still sitting on the green.
“He
probably sucked,” Steve said.
“I
don’t know dude, she’s not bad.”
“Are
you going to shoot or what?”
“Alright,
I’m just saying the girls got some skill.”
The
balls fell on Sidney’s table as her third opponent of the evening began to
rack. Lynn finished her free drinks and looked to see if there were any more on
the way. “Well, I guess the free ride is over for a while.”
“Lynn,
do you drink beer?”
“Yeah,
sometimes.”
“Well,
here” Sid hands Lynn a five-dollar bill “go get us a pitcher. It’s cheaper that
way.”
“Ok”
and Lynn bounced off to the bar. She returned shortly afterwards with a large
clear pitcher and two fresh glasses. A waitress came over, emptied the ashtray
and took the dirty glasses away.
Sid
grabbed a house stick and made a solid break sinking one striped ball in the
process without knocking any balls off the table. She grinned and looked at
Steve, “Let me know if you need me to show you how to do that without dropping
your balls on the floor.”
Jim
laughed loudly but was quickly stifled by a glare from Steve. With a fake
laughed Steve said, “Just shoot your game and keep your mind off my balls.”
Sid
turned and continued shooting. Jim chuckled and once again received a glare
from Steve.
The
men played each other several times. Sidney beat her third opponent and had no
more challengers. Steve sinks the eight ball and celebrates, “Ha! That’s three
for me, you’re buying!”
“Hey
Lynn” Jim called “Do you shoot?”
“Not
really.”
“Oh
that’s too bad. I was thinking we could shoot partners. You and her” pointing
at Sidney “against me and Steve.”
Steve
interrupts, “Uh, no, that’s OK. It wouldn’t be fair, we’d beat them too
easily.” Steve starts to break his stick down.
“Oh
really.” Sid walks towards Steve with cue in hand.
“You
know what? I don’t really want to play” says Lynn looking at Jim twitching her
head indicating that he should back out too.
“Uh,
yeah, I think I need a break. Why don’t you two play with each… oops I mean
play each other” Jim suggests.
“I’m
in if he doesn’t think it’s beneath him to play a woman” Sid challenges.
“Beneath
me is a very good place for a woman, but I hardly think it would be a fair
competition. I mean, your OK, but… please.”
“Hey,
I’m not the one chasing my balls all over the room.”
“Fine.
You’re on.”
“Bet?”
“Shots.”
“Done.”
They
split the cost of the table and Sidney offered to rack. “You think you can do
this without putting holes in the walls?”
“You
gotta get a new line.”
The
game was short and beautifully played. In the end, the eight ball was the only
ball on the table. Sidney missed it on a long bank shot. Steve sliced it
masterfully into the corner pocket.
“Beautiful.
Very nice game” Sid said extending her hand.
“You
surprised me. Nice game” He shook her hand “Now about those shots…”
“What’s
your poison?”
“Jack”
“OK”
Sid went to the bar and Steve followed behind. She ordered to shots of Jack
Daniels. They clinked to the game and tossed them back. The smacked the glasses
down on the bar in a race to see who finished first.
“You
going inside?” Steve asked
“Not
tonight, it’s been a long day.”
Sid packed up her stick and waved good-bye to the guys as she and Lynn left. Steve watched her leave and raised an eyebrow. Jim looked at him and shook his head.
Sid packed up her stick and waved good-bye to the guys as she and Lynn left. Steve watched her leave and raised an eyebrow. Jim looked at him and shook his head.