all over the floor

‘Stop’. Alicia lightly grabbed Alexis’s arm. ‘Ah … the sweet smell of excess’.

‘Yes. I smell it too’. As the two girls stood in the middle of the sidewalk in downtown Douglas, they could detect the fragrance of a nearby vomit pile. But where could it be? The first to spot it was Alicia.

‘Aha! There it is’.

The pair retraced their last two paces, to an unobtrusive service entrance for a furniture store. Two long rays of vomit splat were the only visible signs.

‘Look here. They puked behind this thing’.

What Alicia was looking at, was a short metal utility box, next to the corner of the brick wall. Nonchalantly shuffling over to get a closer look without attracting attention of passers-by, Alexis could see the pile of sick, mounded in the gap between the box and the wall.

‘Well, that’s a bit disappointing. Plenty there alright. But it is completely shaded … no chance of a picture’.

As she nodded in agreement, Alicia felt a certain quantity of arousal, at the sight of the puke, still quite fresh from last night. It was chunky and plentiful, and still moist from being in the abyss behind the metal box. They resumed their stroll along the sidewalk, and Alexis gazed into the window of the next shop they passed.

‘Oh look. Remember this place?’

Alicia snorted a chuckle. ‘Oh yes. I can still see the look on Leo’s face. You practically threw that dildo at him’.

‘Oh yes, that’s right. But he had to take it back. And you gave it to him for real. You actually quoted State consumer law, word for word’.

They were looking at the window display of the Douglas Adult Depot, owned by an ‘interesting’ man called Leo Chalker. There was not much to see there, only a pair of mannequins with black lace lingerie. In the corner of the window was a little white rectangle, with the words STAFF WANTED APPLY WITHIN.

‘Look. Leo is hiring’.

‘What a joke. Who would work for him. Wanna go inside?’

‘Ha, ha. Why not’.

At the far end of the clinical space inside, an older man was sitting behind an enormous white counter. Both sides of the large space were crowded with racks of sex toys and apparatus. There was not much that Leo did not have on display.

‘Oh, look what the cat dragged in’.

‘Sup, Leo. Got any dodgy toys for sale?’

‘Actually, I discontinued that supplier, if you must know. I do happen to take these things seriously’.

They could not be mad at Leo. Despite his image of ruthless business efficiency, deep down he was a real softie. Under his mop of greying curly hair, he raised an eyebrow.

‘What can I do for you two?’ Alicia flashed him a broad smile.

‘Nothing. We were just gonna have a browse … if that’s OK’. He returned to his newspaper, and waved them away. There was nobody else in the shop, and a sale would be cheerful.

Ten minutes later, Alicia called out to Alexis. ‘Come over here and look at this’.

‘What the fuck is that!’

‘We could use it … um … for that threesome we talked about. With Terri. Remember?’

Her brow furrowed, and Alexis looked closely at the outlandish green object. It appeared to be a silicone ring with three fat shafts poking up, and between the dildos were handles set into the girth of the central circle. She had never seen anything like it. As she stared, Alicia fumbled with the price tag.

‘Crap. A bit out of our price range. Threesome might need to wait for a bit’.

‘Yeah. Why do we never have any money?’ She knew the reason. Rents were murder in Douglas, a college town with a famous school. ‘Maybe I should apply for the job here. Get paid in sex toys’.

‘I heard that. You could work for me here. I would take you on’. Trying not to laugh, Alicia gave her tall dark-haired girlfriend a wry grin. They returned to the counter.

‘Are you serious? What’s the job?’

‘Office manager. Well, more like clerical assistant, really. I just need help to get on top of all the paperwork, or whatever the computer equivalent of paperwork might be’. His stress levels were showing, because Leo slid back into his old English accent as he was describing the position.

‘I did not mean it … about being paid in sex toys’.

‘Pity. That would have worked well for me’. He released a nervous laugh. ‘No, the pay would be strictly cash, at the current rate’. He looked at her imploringly. ‘Thirty hours a week, flexible’.

‘Give me a day or two, to decide’.

The pair resumed their cruise down the sidewalk, in deep discussion about the job idea. The long debate about the position at the sex emporium lasted all through lunch, and then Alexis glanced at her phone.

‘Oh shit! It’s nearly 3!’ They paid the bill and raced out of the café. By the time they had gone home, and then driven down to the Bus Interchange, they were running late. Looking out of the window as they parked, Alexis saw her sister, Gina.

‘There she is!’

As it turned out, they had only missed Gina’s team bus by five minutes. Standing outside the terminal with an oversized black travel bag, she waved when she spied Alicia and Alexis. Tall like her older sister, but with long brunette hair, the 18-year-old was full of energy. Soon, she was stashing the large bag in the trunk of the car, and flopping down on the back seat, while Alicia started a conversation.

‘So, Alexis tells me your team is pretty good’.

‘Oh yeah. We’re OK. Guess we’ll find out tomorrow night’.

In fact, the Port Sirius varsity basketball side was favorite to win the Championship Final, against the Douglas side. It was considered a big deal, and the town was filling up with supporters, sports fans, and assorted families of players in two junior sides, which would be in a Final of their own, before the big one. All of the eateries were booked, so the three ordered pizza, and had a night in.

Following an early lunch, Alicia, Alexis, and Gina, were soon on their way to the big College Basketball Stadium. They pulled over directly behind the huge truck from the cable TV company, which was covering the Final. After Gina jumped out, with her sports bag, which had been enclosed like a Russian doll inside her travel bag, the pair began searching for a park.

Despite the fact that it was more than four hours before the main game, the huge parking lot was virtually full. Cruising like a shark up and down, the car meandered to the bottom corner of the lot. The tailgate was already pumping, just a short distance away, when they found a vacant spot.

‘Didn’t think it would be so hard to get a park’. As she turned off the engine, Alicia stared across at the gazebos and folding tables. ‘Looks like the tailgate is already going full tilt’.

‘What do you want to do?’

‘Let’s go inside and check it out.’

After sampling the experience of crowding into the stadium, checking out merchandise, and visiting the rest room, they were sitting in the stands. It was still hours before the main event, which was the only thing they were there for. Because Gina had always been an amazing athlete, Alexis had great hopes when she had heard that her sister was in the Port Sirius team. Perhaps those hopes were about to be realized.

‘Hey Leesh, my ass is sore. These seats’.

‘Mine too, wanna go back to the car for a while?’

‘Let’s do that. We can come back for the big game’.

The prospect of comfortable car seats was in both their minds, as they strolled against the flow of human traffic. When they were close to their parking spot, they could see that the tailgate was in full flight.

‘Wait here for a second’. A certain urgent tone in Alicia’s voice, made Alexis stop dead. ‘Don’t stare, but just across at the right of the big blue van … can you see him?’

After a moment, Alexis noticed the man. Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she saw that he was a big fella, and he was leaning forward in a folding chair. He looked very much like he was going to be sick. As they covered the last few yards to their car, the girls kept darting sly glances at the drunk jock on the chair. Inside the vehicle, they had a clear line of sight to the big guy. He was leaning further forward.

‘I think he’s gonna blow’. Alexis was wrong, because for a minute or two, nothing happened. But then, just as Alexis was losing interest, he started to throw up everywhere.

‘There he goes!’

‘He’s making a big splash’.

After the puke extravaganza dribbled to an end, Alicia dragged the camera out of her backpack. It was a good Japanese camera, and she had put a long lens on it, especially for the basketball action. She took off the lens cap, and cautiously lifting it, began to focus.

‘It looks like he had been drinking on an empty stomach … it’s all liquid’.

‘Can I have a look?’ Alicia passed the camera over.

‘Yes, I see what you mean. Hold on … it looks like he might be puking again’.

Snatching back the camera, Alicia had just managed to focus on the spot, when there was a gush. He had been sitting up, then had only just begun leaning forward when a plume of fluid appeared out of his mouth. The pale orange looking liquid fanned out as it swept downwards. Through the view finder, Alicia had an excellent view of the rapidly expanding pile of creamy chunks, near the back wheel of the van he was sitting next to.

‘OK. That was worth waiting for’.

‘Can I have a look – pass over the camera’. The camera made its way back to Alexis, after a brief delay.

‘Ooohhh. That is big. Oh wow … there he goes again. Geez … so much barf’.

An hour later, when the pair were back in the stands with their unforgiving seating, Alexis was bored with the pre-match entertainment. She turned to her adorable brunette girlfriend.

‘Hey, Leesh, get your camera out. I wanna have another look at that parking lot puke’.

‘Oh crap! Can you believe it – in all the excitement I forgot to take any snaps’.

“Ah, ggrrrrr’. She elbowed Alicia lightly in the ribs. ‘Dumbhead’.

Then the big game was about to start. It was hugely exciting and the crowd was roaring, but in the end an easy victory went to the Port Sirius college side. When the girls did finally catch up with Gina outside the change rooms, she flung her sports bag at them, told them not to wait up, and then vanished back inside. Much celebrating could be heard.

The puddle of vomit was still there when they returned to the vehicle, although the tailgate had dispersed. There was rubbish everywhere. Partly making up for her previous errors, Alicia used the flash to take some pictures of the pile of sick.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, and Alicia crashed early. Feeling concern for Gina, Alexis waited up with a book until about 3 a.m., when a very drunk athlete arrived. Her big sister put Gina to bed, and then slipped between the sheets herself.

It was after nine in the morning, and Alexis and Alicia had finished breakfast, when Gina crept into the kitchen. Her hair was everywhere and she looked like crap, as she eased herself into the chair.

‘Morning. Um. Have you guys seen my, er, thing … trophy’.

As Alicia stifled a laugh, Alexis pointed across the room.

‘It is just over there on the counter top. I had to practically prise it out of your hand when you got in last night … I mean, this morning’. Each player had been given a small replica of the famous Champions Cup.

‘Oh. There it is. …. Thanks for … that’. There was concern on Alicia’s face.

‘You look like you had a bit too much fun … let me get you some water. Get you re-hydrated’.

After draining the tumbler of cold water, Gina felt less hungover. But, as she tidied herself up a bit, she began to feel ill. For the first of many times that morning, Gina thought that she might throw up. The queasy sensation passed.

‘What’s for breakfast’. After exchanging meaningful glances, Alexis and Alicia organized smashed eggs on toast for Gina, and a banana smoothie, which were rapidly consumed.

‘What time is your team bus leaving Douglas?’

‘Twelve O’Clock sharp. High Noon. I want to get there a bit early. Is that gonna be OK with you guys?’

They agreed that it would be fine. While Gina was in the shower, the hangover kicked in again, and she very nearly puked in the sink while getting dry. But then, ten minutes later, she was fine and eating cookies.

The parking lot was crowded, and they had to go around twice before a place opened up. Each time the small car turned, Gina felt like she was about to hurl, but she kept it together. She had no inkling that hangovers could last all day. Noticing how wan and washed-out Gina looked, Alexis offered to carry her big black travel bag. They headed for the Interchange waiting area.

Half way to their destination, Alicia gave Alexis a quiet tap on the elbow, and pointed left with her head. In the gap between two vehicles was a line of pinkish vomit puddles. They were recent.

‘Oh no! I left my phone in the car. You two go on. I will catch you up’. Alexis smirked at the subterfuge, and she and her kid sister continued on their way. It seemed that hangovers were taking a toll today.

Inside the terminal it was crowded, and all of the seats were taken, so they put Gina’s bag with the rest of the luggage, turned around, and went back outside, to claim one of the many open-air benches. Just as they were settling down on the hard seat, Alicia came along with her phone. She flopped down on one side of Gina, who was in the middle.

‘Why are we out here?’

‘Nowhere to sit in the terminal, it’s packed out. Looks like we are stuck here for a half-hour’.

‘OK with me. I still have memories of puking my heart out in there, when I first came to Douglas’.

‘Oh yes! The infamous tale of the Good Samaritan. You tell that story so well’.

Slumped down on the bench seat between Alexis and Alicia, this was the last thing which poor Gina needed to hear. She was still feeling hungover, and almost ready to puke. Her mouth was watering.

‘Yes, I don’t want to sit in there. Especially not near that table I hurled all over. Hate to be reminded of blowing chunks that morning. Such a mess’. Alicia was relishing the thought, that her words could trigger a gut reaction. On the other side of the bench, Alexis could intuitively feel her sister’s rising nausea.

‘Let’s not talk about that. Gina is not feeling well’.

‘Oh, sorry. Aren’t you feeling good?’

‘Um … not really. I think … I might have had too many cookies’.

‘Please try not to toss them this way. Ha, ha’.

‘Leave the poor girl alone’.

‘Sorry’.

The minutes went by in silence.

‘Hey sis. Feeling any better?’

Unable to speak due to the sick feeling which was overtaking her, Gina just shook her head. She was turning visibly greenish.

‘Oh, that’s too bad’.

‘You look how I felt, that morning I barfed my breakfast all over the floor of the rest room here’.

‘Hey. No talk of that. You promised’.

‘Oops. It just sort of … came up’.

‘Stop it!’

‘I think I’m going to throw up’.

‘See what you did’.

The hangover was winning, and Gina regretted all the things which she had been eating and drinking, since she got out of bed. It was not going to stay down. That was for sure. She tucked her feet under the bench, and leaned forward.

‘You poor thing’. It was nice to feel her sister’s hand, giving her an encouraging back rub, but the nausea kept rising. She leaned further forward. Her mouth was awash.

‘Oooohhh … I’m going to spew’.

A sudden jerk, and a gagging sensation, followed. It was unproductive.

“Ooooohhh … that was bad’. She gagged again, and spat. Still nothing.

After rummaging in her backpack Alicia conjured a small bottle of spring water. ‘Have a swig of water. It will help’.

‘No thanks … I … oooohhhhhh …’

Following a moment of perfect silence, Alicia and Alexis heard a sound like a quiet, low growl. With her cheeks bulging like tennis balls, Gina’s face erupted in a fanning explosion of liquid chunks. With a sharp splash, the dark grey tiles at their feet were inundated. And then poor Gina was there, staring into space, breathing heavily. She closed her eyes, grimaced, and spat out some stray particles of stomach contents. When she spoke, her voice was harsh.

‘Sorry. Sorry ‘bout that’. Her sister was rubbing her back softly.

‘No, don’t apologize. It’s OK. You’re OK’.

The puddle of fresh vomit was big and shallow. There was plenty of yellow-white splatter. It smelled terrible.

‘Oh shit … I’m gonna be sick again’.

After she leaned forward again, Gina hurked, and a narrow dribble flowed out of her, into the puddle of puke. There was a break, then another hurk, and more spew pouring out of her mouth. It made a circle of sloppy sick within the vomit puddle. Was this the end? Was it finished?

For some time, the three just sat there. A few bystanders were observing the tableau, with the two on either side of the bench sitting up, and the one in the middle leaning far forward, presiding over a chaotic splat of yellowish barf. Where Alexis was concerned for her sister, Alicia was merely turned on, by all of the throwing up. She was trying not to show how excited it was making her.

At this point, Alexis checked the time on her phone. ‘Ten minutes’. Soon they would need to attempt to get their hungover charge on board. But, even as Alexis was contemplating the issue, there was a groan.

‘Oh … no …’

This time, the growling sound was louder. A thick, steady outpouring of pale lumpy liquid gushed forth, as Gina vomited, and vomited, and vomited. A parabolic fan of puke hit the pavement, and rapidly transformed the puddle, into a pile. As it trickled to a stop, the mound of fresh, wet sick was enormous. The bystanders were astonished.

‘I’m finished. Pretty sure I’m finished’. Her voice was raspy, and her throat hurt. Alicia silently passed her the water bottle. After Gina rinsed her mouth and spat out the water, she drained the bottle.

‘Yes. I needed that water. I do feel better, now’. She was wiping her nose and face with some tissues from her sister, when Alexis noticed that it was almost time for the bus to go. The scrunched tissues floated down onto the vomit, as the pair gently got Gina to her feet, easing her out of the way of all of the thickly splattered barf on the tiles.

By the time the trio was nearing the waiting bus, Gina had shaken off her two helpers, and was striding confidently. Her cheeks were rosy, as if nothing had happened. If one did not notice the bits of puke on the shoes, or the smell of sick on her breath, a person would not know that she had just been throwing up everywhere. Before they left Gina there, Alicia gave her a strong plastic bag, which she had produced by magic from her backpack. Just in case.

Just after 10 that night, as the two girls were gaming on the monitors in the spare room, and discussing the job at Leo’s sex shop, Alexis’s phone went off. She took the call, wandering away to the living area of the compact apartment. It was some time before she returned.

‘Who was that, ringing you this late?’

‘That was Gina. Just letting me know that she arrived home’.

‘That’s good. Everything OK?’

‘I think she is still recovering from the hangover, poor darling’.

‘Live and learn. That’s what I say’.

‘True. It was an eventful bus ride back to Port Sirius, according to her. She was not the only one with stomach trouble … apparently half the team were puking, when they were going down the bendy bit of the highway’.

“Play hard, puke hard’.

Well. Being into this puke kink from an early age, not many years ago, much teenage delight was had looking for good puke pics, via google image. Wasted hours, in the hunt for the best #pukepic which never was found .... ho well! A few real good ones came, via the well established foto site Flickr. Like this one here.

The club was just beginning to fill up, as more of the regulars arrived at the top of the long set of stairs. Among these were a formidable trio of uncompromising lesbians, Alicia, Terri, and Alexis.

‘Make mine a double!’ Terri was her usual dominating self, as Alexis hurried off towards the bar at the other end of the large room. They were looking forward to a good Thursday night out at their favorite watering hole. Plenty of the regulars were arriving, and the music was thumping.

An hour later, while Alexis was still on her third drink and Alicia was thoughtfully sipping a coke, Terri returned from the bar with her fifth.

‘Hey you two … drink up!! Let’s party … party hard, yeah!!’

Alicia gave the tall platinum blonde a hard look. Then she smirked.

‘Oh, we know what you are up to. You are chatting up the new bartender. Admit it’.

Alexis chimed in. ‘We have a clear view of the bar from here you know. Saw you flirting. Tart’.

‘Well … she is cute’.

They had to admit that Ashley, the new bar girl, was very cute. Alicia raised a finger.

‘A bit young for you isn’t she”.

‘Haha. No, she needs an old hand like me to show her … stuff. Lots of … stuff … hmmm’.

The pair watched Terri sway a little, as she thought very, very naughty thoughts. Then she quaffed her drink, and grinned.

‘Arright … back to the bar!!’

Barely a minute after Terri had swiveled, and stalked back to the attention of the attractive bartender, Alicia’s phone began to make noises. She fumbled it out of her pants. There was a brief and intense conversation. As she put the phone away, Alicia looked concerned.

‘Is everything OK Leesie?’

‘That was the boss from work. Got a situation’.

‘What’s up’.

‘A problem with Judge Fullerton. Family emergency of some sort. He has to go back home urgently to Port Sirius, but we can’t get him a car and driver till the morning. So, he has agreed to do our two important bail hearings tonight. I have to go to the Courthouse right now’. She was gathering her bag. “God, why can’t we have our own Judge here in Douglas’.

‘How long will you be?’

‘Well … both are quickies … so probably only an hour or so. I’ll come back here’. She gave Alexis a peck on the cheek, then swept out of the club.

Two hours later, Alexis, who was fairly wasted herself, was cowering at their table, as Terri loomed ominously over her. The big platinum blonde was as drunk as a skunk.

‘Oh Lexie … Lexie … how could I be so dumb. I was … *HIC* … I was … y’know … I was just getting somewhere with that cutie … y’know … how could I be so stupid … how …’

Even in her drunk condition, Alexis could barely tolerate Terri being right in her grill like that. Her breath smelled like the slops in the drain behind the bar. How many drinks had she had?

‘Oh hey, that is my phone. Give me a second’. She extricated herself from the platinum blonde, and took the brief call.

‘Hey Terri. Terri. That was … yes I know, I know … just listen for a second’.

‘Oh, you need me to listen … *HIC* … oh … alright then what … is so … um ..’

‘Look at me. Look at me. That was Alicia.’ She was practically shouting. ‘She is running late … she will be another 20 minutes’.

‘OK … time for some more … time for some drinks … I think …’

‘No more for you! We will just wait, then we will get you home, OK’.

‘Whatever …’

Within a few minutes, Terri was face down on the table, more or less passed out.

‘There you are!’ When she looked across Alexis saw Alicia coming towards their table, and gave her a boozy smile.

‘Hey Babe. Howsh it goin …’

‘I see our pal has passed out on the table. Hmmm. How much have you had to drink, you bad girl’.

‘A bit … but she made me … she … she kept buying shots’. Understanding dawned on Alicia. It was the doomed infatuation with the new bar girl. At that point there was some movement behind her, and she turned to see the bouncer of the club towering next to her. Everybody called her Gloria, but that was not her real name. For some time, she had not taken her eyes off Terri, who was a close friend. Now the butch-looking giant spoke up.

‘Hi guys! I’m Gloria. I’m a friend of Terri. Is she gonna be OK?’

While Alexis was trying to speak, Alicia cut in.

‘Hey Gloria. We have met, actually. Um … we might need your help with Terri, poor thing, she is a bit … um …’

‘Wasted!’ Alexis finished the sentence.

‘Yes, that’s right. So … would you be able to help us get her downstairs, so I can drive her home? Please?’

‘Sure. Happy to help’.

As it turned out, Gloria was a big help indeed, because Terri was tall and heavy, almost a dead weight in her condition. She and Alicia managed to haul Terri out onto the sidewalk, as Alexis followed behind, concentrating on not missing the steps in her befuddled state.

‘I have to go back inside. Where are you parked?’

‘There were no spots here, so I had to park almost two blocks down’.

‘It’s OK. S’alright. I’m awake now, I can … make it’.

Relieved to see that Terri had come to, Gloria departed. Both Terri and Alexis were leaning back against the bricks, side by side. As she gave the pair a withering stare, Alicia raised both eyebrows.

‘Come on you two. This way. Move!!’ She had been working hard with the judge and her boss, and now she had to get Terri back to her house out of town. It was clear that Alexis would not be much help, either. She was not happy.

The three of them were about halfway along the second block when they came to a stop at the bench of a bus shelter. It was Terri who insisted they stop, although Alexis was also feeling like she needed to sit down. The pair were on either end of the bench, while Alicia leaned on the side of the shelter, waiting.

When Alexis sat down, she glanced across at Terri, who looked terrible. She did not feel great either. She never ought to have had that last shot. She tried to focus. When she looked back at Terri, Alexis realised that the tall girl was about to be sick.

When it happened, it took Alicia by surprise. As she watched, Terri simply leaned slightly to the side and immediately vomited. There was a downward rush of fluids, and when it abruptly ended, the pavement was covered in a puddle of alcoholic beverages, with scattered chunks. She moaned, and then Terri erupted a second time, producing a pale outpouring, and a splat of lumpy yellow puke. Again, it ended suddenly.

The splatter was excellent, and the light was good enough for Alicia to get a picture. Meanwhile, Alexis was feeling sick also, and only just managing to keep it together.

A short while later, Terri rallied, and they managed to reach the car.

‘You two wait here for a second, OK. I need to get some things out of the trunk’.

While Alicia was busy rummaging in the back for a few items, Terri managed to puke again, this time in the gutter. She tried to ignore it, but Alexis was close enough to get a whiff of the vomit smell, and almost hurled herself. She knew that her chances of making it to the end of the evening, without throwing up, were low.

Alicia came over to them. She had some things from the trunk.

‘Hey, Terri. Can you hear me. Are you finished? OK. Good. Now we have to get you into the back seat of the car. OK?’ A model of efficiency, Alicia soon had Terri on the seat with a towel across her lap, and a big plastic bucket placed on the towel. She made Alexis sit on the back seat, next to Terri, mainly to keep an eye on her, but also in case she needed to use the bucket herself.

The drive to the little farmhouse which Terri rented, out on Rangers Hill, took about 15 minutes, and it was hilly.

When the small car was negotiating the third of many bends in the road, Alexis began to feel very unwell indeed. It was worse for Terri. She started to regain consciousness, and then let out a low moan. ‘I … I think I’m gonna barf’. This was not what Alexis wanted to hear.

They were midway around the next curve, when Terri exploded. She began to lean forward, and then there was a roaring sound as her face vanished in a blur of spraying chunks. The vomit was going everywhere. Reacting quickly, Alexis raised the edge of the bucket, and managed to catch most of the puke. What she missed, went below the rim, coating the near side of the plastic vessel, and pooling in the towel on Terri’s lap. Terri now had a lap full of sick.

The second and third vomit eruptions were also large, yet nothing like the first. After that, Terri was just spasmodically gagging and retching into the bucket, which Alexis was still holding with white knuckles.

Finally, they pulled up outside the farmhouse in the hills. It was amazing to Alexis that she had not thrown up. Yet.

After carefully and slowly extracting Terri from the back seat, letting the vomit encrusted towel fall to the ground, Alicia turned to Alexis, who was leaning on the trunk of the car getting some fresh air.

‘I think I can get her inside OK. Could you go and empty the bucket. Please’.

As the pair headed to the front door, Alexis went back to the rear seat and hefted the heavy bucket. One side was coated in throw up, and she slowly removed it from the car, careful not to touch the seat with it. Given her intoxicated state, she did remarkably well.

As she began to tip the contents onto some bushes, Alexis could not help noticing the messy stuff, all lumps and chunks, spilling down. She gave the bucket a shake, put it on the grass, and went into a crouch. There was a dry heave, and then another. Nothing came up.

Their return journey to town was somewhat tense. The car smelled of puke, and a few bits had strayed onto the seat and floor in the back. That was not ideal. Even though she was now sitting in the front, Alexis was still feeling very drunk, and very sick. As for Alicia, her bad mood was causing her to drive more quickly than usual, and the small car was taking the curves sharply.

By the time they were halfway home, Alexis was quite green. Each bend in the narrow road almost made her throw up everywhere. To make things worse, she could not erase the sight of all that puke, and the loud noise Terri made being sick into the big bucket. It had almost echoed.

‘Tell you what, if I ever get that Judge Fullerton in a dark alley … what a prick. And all of this babysitting of drunk chicks has not helped, by the way. Oh well. At least I got one nice picture for the collection’.

She did not reply, because Alexis was totally on the brink of hurling. For no particular reason, their apartment was full of baked goods that week. Before going out, Alexis had helped herself to a lot of pastries. That was at 6, and now, at 12, all of those baked goods were threatening to reappear, in a semi-liquid format.

They were driving towards the center of Douglas, not far from the club, and close to their apartment, when Alexis finally lost it.

‘I think I’m going to be sick’.

‘Can’t you just hold on. We’re nearly home’.

‘I’m going to be sick’. At this point, Alicia knew it was serious.

‘Hang on, Sweetie. I’m looking for a place to stop’.

‘Hurry!!’

There was a space ahead, almost directly under a street lamp. As Alicia slowed down, she could hear small noises. While Alexis undid her seatbelt with one hand, she used the other hand to hold in the mouthful of fluid which she had just gagged up. She was already starting to vomit.

The car stopped, Alexis flung open her car door, and simultaneously puked violently into the gutter below. There was some respite, as the release of stomach contents had made her feel slightly better.

‘Ooohhhh. That was not good’. She exited the vehicle, stepping onto the sidewalk and ignoring the pool of puke. The improvement in her condition was short-lived, and as Alexis took another step on the sidewalk, she began to feel pukey again. ‘Oh crap …’

The next part was like a slow-motion picture. All of the pastries did indeed reappear.

Following her instincts, Alexis went into a low crouch, with her hands firmly gripping her knees. She swayed, and hoped that she could stay on her feet, but just then, things went black. It was at this point that she felt her abdomen going into a colossal clench, followed a split second later by the sensation of being a human fire hose. Warm liquid was gushing through her.

When the surge came to a stop, Alexis was a little surprised to see that she had puked up a great deal of yellow stuff, all over the pavement. It was more than expected, but she did not have time to think about it.

Meanwhile, Alicia was closing the door on her side of the car, and going over to where her partner was throwing up everywhere. She approached Alexis cautiously from behind. Just as she began to give Alexis a reassuring back rub, there was a second event.

The sight of so much fresh wet vomit at her feet was too much. Just as she felt the caress of Alicia’s warm hand, Alexis revisited the pukey feeling. Again, things went dark for a moment, but this time she felt the warm puke rising up inside her, and surging through her mouth. As she crouched there, Alexis puked and puked and puked. It was steady, and never seemed to end.

When Alicia felt the shudder beneath her hand, she knew what was happening. She had been staring in wonder at the chunky puddle on the sidewalk, when the new stream of sloppy puke began to hit, and splatter. After a second, it dawned on her that this gush was an unusually large and productive blast. Her heart missed a beat. There was so much lumpy wet vomit splashing everywhere. The yellow torrent just kept coming!

Eventually, Alexis felt a little better, and breathed steadily. She spat out some bits. ‘I feel better now’.

No sooner had she uttered the words, than she had to retract. “Oh … actually … oh no …’

Her body again clenched, as her abdomen heaved, and more mouthfuls of chunky vomit tumbled into the middle of the pile. There was a short hiatus, and then it happened again.

‘Oohhh …. That was bad’. By now, Alexis was sore in her stomach muscles from all of the heaving. She had really done a good job. The sidewalk in front of the tall girl with the short black hair was awash.

The irresistible urge to heave was there again. She bent further forward and let it happen, and another surge engulfed her. This was another large plume of barf, more liquid than the others, and it ended in a series of dry retches. Now there was even more stuff all over the ground, with some little circular voids in places, and a great amount of splatter. The strong smell of vomit was blended with the aroma of alcohol.

This time, Alexis really did feel better. They decided to go home, but first Alicia took a bunch of pictures of all the fresh puke. It looked impressive.

The short trip back to theirs was uneventful, although Alexis had her car window down just in case.

The silence was broken by a burst of terrible music from the speaker on the desk.

‘Level up!’ As she punched the air, Alicia sounded less than enthusiastic.

Rays of golden autumn light streaming through the high window, were still penetrating the gloom of the spare bedroom in their apartment, as Alexis and Alicia sat at the desk, and stared into the screens. The short brunette, Alicia, was trying to keep up her interest in the game, but tall dark Alexis had given up and was playing solitaire. Making a decision, Alicia paused the game, and opened a browser.

‘That level sucks … think I’ll just … um, do a quick search’. The tall girl with the short black hair kept playing solitaire, barely grunting an answer to her lovely companion. For some time, there was silence, punctuated by soft plastic clicks, and then Alexis heard a little gasp.

‘Oh … nice. Wasn’t expecting that’.

‘Mmmm … what? What is it?’ She looked across at the other screen. At first, Alexis could not quite make out the whole picture.

‘Is that … oh yes, all over the car seat’. The picture was clear, especially when Alicia clicked on it, and it filled the whole screen. ‘And the floor as well, I see. Impressive. What site are you on?’

‘Here. I’ll show you’. Two clicks, and a scroll upwards, revealed that it was a user site for drivers of a popular ride share app. Almost all of the posts were either text, or screen shots of maps, as Alicia scrolled back down. Then there was the picture they had been looking at, with ample piles of fresh vomit on the back seat and floor of a car. Then more text, until …

‘Stop. Go back’. It was another photo, but this was a picture of the inside of the rear door of a car. More puke was to be seen, and it looked as though somebody had tried to get the window down, but was too late. Regarding it critically, Alicia gave her judgment.

‘I do like the smear, and those lines of lumpy stuff’. Her girlfriend nodded in agreement, and was impressed by the line of chunks at the bottom of the car window, and the second line where the door handle was set into a kind of ridge, but something seemed to be lacking.

‘Go back to the other one’. There was a blur as the posts rolled downwards, then it stopped in exactly the right spot.

‘How did you do that’.

‘Years of practice. Yes, this is a good one, I think I will have to snip it … um … for the folders’.

During the time it took for Alicia to crop out the puke pic, and save it into the correct place, Alexis was thinking about people puking in cars. There was something seductive about the whole carsick scenario playing out, and she looked adoringly at Alicia.

‘Do you remember the last time you hurled in a car?’

‘Drunk, or carsick?’

‘Oh, carsick of course. Yes, definitely carsick’.

‘Back when I was at school, my final year. That was the last time’.

‘Was that the year when your school had the norovirus outbreak?’

‘Yup. This would have been … about a month or so before that happened. Maybe six weeks. We were visiting my uncle and aunt at their vineyard at Olive Valley’.

It took some time for Alicia to tell the long carsick story, but even so, she could not really do it justice.

It had been a nice holiday, and they were reluctant to leave that afternoon. At lunch, her Uncle Hudson, whose actual Japanese name was Hiro, persuaded their mom to try a shorter route back home. Normally the drive from Olive Valley to New Dresden was over three hours, but the short cut would shave 30 minutes off. At this time of the year, it would be getting dark early, and the idea was tempting.

Despite growing up in Tokyo, Uncle Hudson specialised in fine French cooking, especially sweet treats. The winery had a dining section at one side of the cavernous Tasting Room, and they lingered there for far too long. By the time Alicia, her sister Paula, and their mom, were in the car, it was later than expected. It would be necessary to try the hilly short cut, if they were to get back to the so-called civilised world before sunset.

The drive started well, with Paula in the front seat, and Alicia with the back seat all to herself. It was not until they were starting to climb the foothills, that she became carsick.

With the bends becoming tighter and tighter, and more numerous, Alicia was soon feeling horribly carsick. She had often been a little carsick, but rarely as much as now. While her level of nausea rose, her motivation declined, and she began to feel like some kind of zombie. Bend after bend, Alicia became completely switched-off, as she sat there with her head rolling gently from side to side. There were so many bends.

An eternity later, the car entered the steep downhill part of the short cut, where the bends were almost all hairpins. Up until this point, Alicia was absolutely certain that regardless of how sick she felt, she was unlikely to actually barf up her lunch. She had been carsick many times, but had not puked in a car since she was six years old. She would simply ride it out, as she always did. But between hairpin bends, she was wondering if this time was different.

More and more bends came and went. Bend after bend, and with each lurching twist, Alicia felt worse, and her mouth filled more with saliva. She had no remaining awareness of any potential action, like asking to stop the car. In any case, she would have had trouble being heard, because Paula and their mom were having a noisy argument about whether they were going too fast. They were oblivious of what was happening in the back seat.

There was one particular bend which was really nasty, and as they emerged, Alicia definitely thought she was going to puke. Instead, she just gagged. Now she was slumped back in the seat with her eyes barely open, unable to move. Just before the next bend, she thought that she was going to gag again, before her mouth suddenly filled with warm liquid, which then proceeded to spill all over the front of her sweater.

No sooner had the liquid and lumps finished blurting all down her chest, than she felt a real heave about to come on. Turning to the side, Alicia just managed to begin leaning over the empty back seat, when her body was wracked by a violent spasm. With bulging cheeks and eyes tightly closed, she projectile vomited everywhere. It felt uncanny, as though she was out of her own body, which had become a pipeline of rapidly gushing warm liquid. It all seemed to explode forth.

An eternity later, when she had stopped hurling, Alicia opened her eyes. As she surveyed the pile of throw up splashed across the back seat, she could hear Paula shouting to stop the car. Before she could think about this, the ultra-sick feeling came back, and she barfed up some more. It was not a torrent like before, but still added to the pile.

The car began to veer across to the side of the road, where there was a small area suitable for stopping, and Alicia spat out a chunk of semi-digested French pastry. Just as it came to a halt on the grass, the car jolted slightly. The effect of the jolt was immediate and quite spectacular. With one hand on her knee and the other on top of the back of the seat, she leaned further across, just as an almighty heave racked her body. A vast plume of vomit blasted out of her mouth, inundating the floor, below the part of the seat which was already submerged under an inch of sick.

When Alicia had finally finished ralphing everywhere, Paula, recovering from the shock of it all, ripped open her door and escaped from the vehicle. Their mom did likewise, as the aroma of fresh puke infused the interior of the car. Some tissues appeared for Alicia, after her mom opened the car door on her side. She was grateful for those tissues. It was amazing how much stuff had ended up stuck in her nose. After that, she was helped out, and retched up two more mouthfuls onto the grass. And that was it.

‘That sounds like a lot of puke’.

‘Yes. It was. My poor mother had to spend twenty minutes just scraping out the worst of it. And that was using the spill kit she had stowed in the trunk’.

‘So, you didn’t get home early after all’.

‘Nope’. She was staring at Alexis with an expression of curiosity. ‘I thought you would be more turned on by that story’.

‘Why? You aren’t’.

‘I never get turned on by my own vomit. What’s your excuse?’

‘Um, dunno. I was, to begin with. I think it is the carsick stuff. Ever since I began those new meds last week, I’ve been feeling sort of vaguely carsick a lot of the time’. Now Alicia remembered their previous conversation, just after Alexis had been prescribed the new improved drug for her mild form of epilepsy. There had been warnings of side effects that could last for a month.

‘Oh, poor thing’. She leaned over and gave her a cuddle, and that made Alexis feel better. Much better.

The next day was a Monday, and Alicia went off to work at the usual time. The 10.30 bus would get Alexis to the campus in plenty of time for the 12.00 seminar, allowing for some research in the library before heading to the faculty building. When she emerged from the front door, it had stopped raining. She collapsed her umbrella, stashed it in her bag, and set off towards the bus shelter a couple of blocks away.

Just as she had dreaded, the vague sort of carsick feeling arose halfway to the bus stop. These side effects of the pills were annoying, but bearable, and she plunged onwards. Sitting on the bench awaiting the bus, the sick feeling became more intense. Well, that doesn’t usually happen, she thought to herself. By the time Alexis climbed aboard, and found a seat, she was very sick indeed. She assured herself it would soon pass, but as the houses and streets receded in the window, it did not. The motion of the bus just made it worse, and she actually felt like hurling.

The bus was turning into the campus when Alexis suddenly put her hand over her mouth and gagged. Nothing actually came up, but it was close. To her relief, none of the other passengers seemed to have noticed the event. Clambering off the bus, it felt good to be in the fresh air, but she had to sit down on the bench for a minute. There was another wave of strong nausea, and she nearly heaved, but eventually she felt much better. Hopefully, the side effects were wearing off.

As she trudged past the daycare center, Alexis still felt OK, but when she was near the geography building the sick feeling returned with a vengeance. Looming up ahead was a service entrance, with a partly concealed corner. She was definitely about to be sick, she realized. Instinctively, she ducked around the corner, and leaned on the wall. She felt horrible.

There was a minute when nothing happened. Then Alexis experienced a deep sick sensation and bent further over. She heaved, and up came a big wet burp. There was a pause. She heaved again, and some watery saliva spilled out of her mouth. She moaned and waited. There was another gagging sensation, and this time a mouthful of watery vomit sloshed down onto the concrete. And that was it.

‘Hey Alexis. Is that you. Are you OK’.

When she looked over, Alexis found that it was her old friend Terri. The platinum blonde was even taller than she was, and they had been buddies since she had first arrived in Douglas.

‘Hi, Terri. Um, sorry about this’. She was referring to the small disk of vomit splatter at her feet. ‘It’s the meds I’m on … but they do not usually affect me this bad’.

‘Poor thing. How are you feeling now?’

‘Much better, now you ask’. Terri was doubtful, as her friend looked as white as a ghost.

‘How about I walk with you to the bathrooms at Student Services, it’s not far’. It was more like a command than a question.

The sick feeling was coming back again, and Alexis wearily agreed.

‘Here, give me your bag. That’s it. Now let’s go … that’s the way’.

The pair worked their way slowly across the plaza, approaching the broad sidewalk that led to the main Student Services building. They were making steady progress along the pavement, when Alexis suddenly felt extremely unwell.

Although Alexis had stopped dead, Terri was not paying close attention, and continued walking a few paces. It was at this point that Alexis felt a heave coming, and snapped forward, suddenly puking violently as she bent over. It made a splat sound.

The splat caused Terri to stop and turn around. There, on the sidewalk about five feet in front of Alexis’s shoes, was a circular puddle of vomit about the size of a dessert plate. After a moment of hesitation, Terri approached the crouching figure of her friend. She placed her hand gently on Alexis’s back, between her shoulders.

The feeling of a warm reassuring hand on her back did not help Alexis at this point. Although she had just thrown up, it was so quick she had not really felt much. It was just a sensation of a sort of jet of stuff that she had coughed up. But now there was a real feeling of an impending expulsion of stomach contents. Here it comes, she thought. Here it comes.

Before Terri had an opportunity to try giving Alexis a little back rub, she felt a shuddering under her hand. An explosion of vomit blurted out of her sick friend. There was a large and forceful outpouring, going all over the sidewalk, and then after a second or two, it stopped. As she shuffled back from the plentiful splatter, Terri was impressed by the size of the pile of puke.

‘Oh, that’s OK’, she cooed, ‘yes, just get it all up. That’s the idea’. She tried to sound reassuring, but part of her was freaking out, with there being so much fresh sick next to her. There was a pause. As her hand gave Alexis some comforting rubs on the back, she wondered if this was the time to try and get her to the bathrooms, or whether it was better to stay put for the moment. She pondered the question for a while, and then it happened.

When Alexis eventually opened her eyes, the vomit in front of her was a surprise. It had not felt like all that much coming up. As she breathed steadily, she tried hard not to stare at all the lumps of breakfast. The sick feeling was coming back again, despite her efforts to suppress it. Just breathe she thought, just breathe. It was no good, and before too long she felt a second big puke coming on.

Without any real warning, Alexis suddenly began to spew again. It was such a heave, and such a torrent of vomit, that it felt apocalyptic. There was a warm sloppy flood in her mouth that made her cheeks bulge. She was emptying herself onto the pavement. She was being comprehensively and massively sick, and it was going everywhere. Then it poured and dribbled to a conclusion, and she breathed again.

From Terri’s perspective, the second large puke was utterly revolting. The force of it cleared a void in the center of a greatly enlarged vomit pile. It made a loud rushing and splattering noise, and intensified the strong smell of rotting pineapple and old French perfume, and plain old-fashioned sick. One part of the pile was already leaking beige colored liquid. She desperately wanted to move on, but knew that it would be too soon.

After a short spell, Alexis tried to stand up straight. Unfortunately, this triggered another puke, and she returned to the crouching position, as a mouthful of sloppy stuff came up and splashed down. Then, after she caught her breath again, Alexis felt remarkably improved. Yes, she was feeling much better.

‘I feel better now’.

‘OK. Good. Let’s go’.

The platinum blonde carefully steered them away from all of the freshly sicked-up vomit, and they made their way. All went well, until moments after they pushed through the heavy swing door of the washrooms on the ground floor.

As they entered the bathroom, Alexis unexpectedly felt another heave come on. She barely had time to stagger towards the tiled wall. With one hand on the tiles and the other on her knee, she barfed-up a gush of liquid. It splashed on the floor. Myriad little chunks of matter spread across, in a lake of pale liquid, and the rotten smell of puke spread through the bathroom. It added to the existing stink of perfumed cleaning products.

For the next ten minutes, Terri stayed next to Alexis, while she periodically spat and dry retched into the toilet bowl. It was a relief for Alexis to have a friend there, to care for her in her time of need. She would have much preferred if it were Alicia, but Terri was more than acceptable. When it was all over, she even drove Alexis back to her place, and made sure that she was OK.

When Alicia found out what had happened, she was glad that Terri had been there, and guilty that she had not. Secretly, she was disappointed that there was no vomit photo, and also there was a shadow of an idea, that they might have a threesome with the tall blonde. Just a shadow of an idea, of course.