Yes. They take a cab.

As the cab weaved in and out of traffic on the way to the club, Candy’s face flushed red and her eyes looked down at her knees before she looked back at Diana. Candy had a sheepish expression on her face.

“I hope you don’t mind Diana, I kinda invited a friend to meet us at the club. Her name is Eve Kennedy, she works over in the State Department in the steno pool. Anyway, she’s a very nice girl, and I didn’t think that you’d mind. Do you?”

Candy’s last words hung in the air, and Diana shook her head, and patted Candy on her knee. “It’s fine, I can’t wait to meet her” Diana reassured.

Diana was really worked up, having spent what few idle moments she’d had during the day thinking about Candy. Diana’s hand lingered on the other girl’s knee, as she savored the feel of the rare silky nylon covering it, and the warm flesh beneath. As she pulled her hand back and set it on her lap, she recalled how she imagined the shapely blonde home, and hopefully in her bed. The male officers seemed to think the best way to make a woman more plyable was to buy enough alcoholic drinks for them until they were sufficiently intoxicated to not resist, or put up feeble resistance to their sexual advances.

It had been much easier back on Paradise Island, but then women were the only partners one could have. Diana still wasn’t sure exactly how to approach a man, maybe rather than bedding Candy, she’d ask the more experienced blonde’s advice about dating.

“Eve’s a redhead, and she’s very proud of it. She likes to wear her hair down whenever she gets the chance. In fact, some of the men at the State Department think she looks sort of like Rita Hayworth. Maybe they’ll get to each other. Eve would just die, I know!”

Diana looked out the window, marveling at all the uniforms, male and female, and then all of the representative uniforms of many allied nations. Washinton looked like an armed camp. She looked Candy over once more and then at herself. Diana wasn’t prone to egomania, but she thought she looked quite alluring in her naval lieutenant’s uniform. The dark blue fabric made her light blue eyes look more blue. Reaching into her pure she removed a compact and applied a coat of re lipstick over her lips, and dropped them back in the hand bag.

“You think we’ll get to meet Cary Grant? I wish I was wearing something with a little more sex appeal, you know what I mean. Something that might give a little glimpse of what I have to offer.” Candy gave Diana a wink, and giggled.

“I don’t know if we’ll get a chance to meet any of the stars or not, let alone Cary Grant. It all depend on how packed the place is.” Diana answered. Candy’s assets were evident to Diana, even behind the olive colored wool jacket. Diana guessed that Candy was at least a 38c bra size. Servicemen would be ogling her all night.

Just as the cab pulled up to the curb outside the brightly decorated USO club, Diana saw the driver casting his eyes furtively over herself and then Candy through the rear view mirror. He licked his lips nervously, before shifting the car in park and stopping the meter.

“Here we are ladies!” He said as he turned around. Candy paid for the cab, and she and Diana walked from the street, and into the entryway of the club.