FriendlyCare pharmacy wasn't necessarily a bad place to work, but sometimes the hours were a little too much to handle. When one came home thoroughly exhausted from filling orders for a nursing home until ten o'clock at night, it was hard to maintain much of a social life. Bernie sighed, this was the exact thought passing through his mind as he continued his mind-numbing task of dropping pills into little vials. The place was kind of like a warehouse, he didn't actually have to deal with people face to face. They sent their orders out through drivers, a comfortable buffer zone which also canceled out the possibility of meeting too many new people. There were a few coworkers that Bernie fraternized with, but they were merely acquaintances at best. The place was packed with attractive women, but Bernie was the shy type, and most of them were married or had kids. He was usually able to swallow his passions and work casually with the women he pined for, all except one. Camilla. The very sound of her name sent a flutter through his chest and a twinge in his crotch. She was his purest idea of perfection in absolute beauty. Immaculately styled dark hair framed a face of creamy pale skin, with inquisitive arched eyebrows and a perfectly crafted nose. She always dressed very stylishly, perfectly accentuating her incredible curves. Camilla worked the night shift, and every day at four o'clock, Bernie's torture would begin.
He couldn't even talk to her, it was almost pathetic the way he completely lost his cool every time she focused her attention toward him. He would make his approach nervously, after spending ten minutes coming up with something clever to say, and would usually get through his first line before she turned her coy smile his way and he completely fell to pieces, stuttering and yammering his way back to his station. Daily he yearned for her, a fire that consumed him completely, he wished he could be with her for just one night. Although honestly, given his performance with her so far, he wasn't sure his heart could handle it if it ever happened.
On a rainy Thursday that seemed to drag on forever, Bernie was just wrapping up to what he hoped would be his first early evening in a while. He stepped out of his station, headed toward the time clock, when he saw her approaching with a smile. Immediately halting his step, Bernie's mind raced to come up with something witty while he tried to calm his breathing to a normal level. She slinked up to his station and stopped before him, laying an arm on the metal cart before him while he immediately forgot what he was going to say.
"Hey Bern," she breathed. "Two people called out sick tonight, leaving me all alone to fill new orders. How would you feel about some overtime?"
Bernie gulped hard, the thought of spending the whole evening alone with her, under the watchful eye of a pharmacist of course, in the tiny new order room sent his mind reeling. A moment passed while he summoned the energy to get his mouth working again.
"S-sure!" he managed, "I'll give you a hand tonight."
"Beautiful. The two of us can knock out those orders before the shift is over, then maybe I can thank you properly..."
He knew she was kidding, at least he thought she was. This was part of the reason he lost all control when confronted with his own private goddess Camilla, she was quite full of innuendo. Common sense told him that she wasn't serious, but that little voice in his head (or perhaps below his belt) kept trying to convince him that paradise was there for him to grasp, if only he'd try.
The next few hours passed in a blur for Bernie, most of the staff filing out with goodnight wishes until it was only he, Camilla, and a night pharmacist who seemed too concerned about his pregnant wife at home to pay much attention to the work at hand. Bernie and Camilla retreated to the new order room, where light conversation fluttered about as much as he could manage. Hours passed, and Bernie cursed himself for his shameful attempt at being cool and aloof. The conversation had soured into tedium, and they lapsed into an uncomfortable silence as they worked. Just when he was about to give up on himself completely and vow to a lifetime of chastity to save him from future embarrassment like this, the pharmacist rushed in the room looking extremely harried.
"Guys, I just got a call from my wife, and she's going into labor. I can't get in touch with anyone to cover for me! I know it's against the rules, but would it be all right if I left you guys alone for a few hours while I get her to the hospital?"
Dumbfounded, Bernie turned toward Camilla in time to see a slow smile spread across her luscious lips. "Don't worry about us!" she chirped, "Go take care of your wife man! We'll be fine."
Needing no further provocation, he thanked them quickly and fled for the door, slamming it behind him with a decisive thud. They were alone, completely alone.
Camilla turned toward Bernie, still smiling seductively. "Looks like it's just you and me."