What will happen to the poor waitress?

Minutes earlier:

"I really don't wanna go out there, Jess." Cathy stared out onto the patio where one of their patrons was sitting with one leg up on the seat, nibbling on a donut. "He's... weird. Or sick, or something."

"Alright, dontcha worry, sugar," Jess smiled back at her friend, grabbing a notpad and a pen. "Ah'll take care of him, ya'll jus' stay here."

Moving through the seating area inside, sparsely populated thanks to the awesome weather outside, Jess kept an eye on the patron in question. Wearing treck pants and a shirt, he seemed to twitch and tense up every so often, as if he was having cramps or something. Jess thought back to the poor girl she'd served the day before yesterday: She'd been beet-red, shaking and barely able to talk, and her friends had to take her to the bathroom before they even got to eat their breakfast. They'd even had to borrow a mop! The Texan beauty had felt real bad for her - even though the petite redhead was sick, her friends had roped her into some kind of online stunt afterwards. Some people...

And the patron on the patio was behaving very similarly, making Jess fear something was going around. But no matter, she would ask him if she could help and maybe he would leave soon, before spreading whatever he had to anyone else.

Now:

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD EEEWWW! Is that... it can't be? Is it? Nooooo!

Trying to wipe off the sticky, strongly smelling goop out of her eyes, Jess tried to ignore how hot it felt on her skin - and especially in her mouth. The taste, she couldn't ignore; almost disgustingly salty, cloying and slowly spreading all over her tongue. And she couldn't even spit it out, not with everyone watching and another big glob clinging to her lips...

Don't swallow don't swallow don't swallow don't--

"Oh my god, Jess!" Cathy's sudden, worried scream made Jess jump, blind as she was with both eyes squeezed shut against this yucky goop. "Are you alright? Oh god, let me help you!"

Jess felt a cloth napkin wipe over her face and breasts, Cathy trying to clean up as much as she could. But even as she felt her skin becoming less and less sticky, Jess couldn't help but feel like taking at least a two hour-long shower. Using a clean part of the napkin, she tried to inconspicuously spit out the stuff she had in her mouth, wiping off her lips, but the taste didn't disappear, clinging to the insides of her mouth.

"This little... ooh, I'd like to give him a piece of my mind!" Suddenly, the voice of one of the patrons, a middle-aged woman, cut into the cleaning. Gingerly opening one eye, Jess looked towards the source of said voice and saw a smartly dressed brunette with the first grey streaks in her hair, arms crossed over her chest. "I have of course already called the police, and if I were you, young lady, I'd absolutely press charges. That was sexual ****, plain and simple!"

Jess swallowed and could barely keep herself from cringing as she felt the taste spread deeper into her throat. Before she could answer, Cathy was already talking:

"Oh, she definitely will. Even if this was just a stupid prank, that perv is going to regret it."

"Just a prank? Listen, uhm," the woman leaned forwards to read Cathy's name tag, "'Cathy', I've seen how he behaved. That was ****!"

"Definitely, but this stuff is too thick, if you ask me. Maybe he rigged something up, and someone else filmed it?"

As the discussion went back and forth, Jess grew silent, glad to not be the center of attention anymore. Could it be? Had she just been sprayed with... not that? The beautiful Texan honestly couldn't tell - she'd never seen or felt, let alone tasted a man's seed. If she was to make love, Jess wanted it to be special, between her and someone she loved. Feeling dazed, she sat down on a free chair, cleaning up the last few stray drops.

Everything that happened afterwards, Jess only remembered as a blur of faces and questions and Cathy being protective of her friend. Someone had given her a glass of juice to drink, Police arrived, people were questioned, Jess agreed to press charged upon the insistence of Cathy and Iris, the latter being the middle-aged woman's name. Afterwards, Cathy had put her foot down and sent Jess home after the Texan had tried to resume working, and now, she was sitting in the small kitchen of her apartment and stared at the wall. It had all happened so quickly, and now, Jess was feeling kind of numb. But not just mentally; her mouth and tongue as well...

Oh no...

Getting up, Jess went into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror to check if something was wrong with her. So far so good - no swelling or redness on her face... What about, well, inside? Anxiety building, Jess opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and wiggled it, pulled at her cheeks to check every inch and found... nothing. It just felt a little numb - but maybe that just was what happened when you had... that goop inside your mouth? Jess prayed that she was right; just thinking about going to the doctor's with this made her feel mortified!

She'd go to bed early, get a good night's sleep and tomorrow, everything would be like it was yesterday!