"Mmmmmm," sighed Rachel, "I feel so different today. I feel grrrreat." She said, standing up and stretching, giving both Tab and myself a long and lingering kiss before getting dressed.
"So you're happy with what went on last night?" I asked her, wanting to make sure that there would be no unforseen actions on Rachel's part.
"I feel so alive now," she said, "How could I hate this, or the two of you?"
"Great," I replied, "Now it's on for stage two of my plan."
"Stage two?" asked Tab, finally getting out of bed.
"Yes, stage two...we need to infect several random people tonight. I'm thinking the strip club where Rachel works is perfect."
"The club?" asked Rachel, "Why there?"
"Firstly, it's a good cross section of the population, secondly, anyone who is bitten in the chaos is highly unlikely to go to the police or the hospital, since they'll be too ashamed to admit where they've been," I explained with a smile. "Plus, there's bound to be several other attractive females there, ready to join our pack."
"I don't want to gift my boss, Jimbo, with this," Rachel complained, "He's a dick...if any of the girls can't make it one night, they're fired, unless they suck him off or fuck him. He's a real asshole. You should see the way he threatens the girls who have kids. No, he doesn't deserve this."
"Not a problem, Rachel," I told her, "All that blood, gore, lust and adrenalin, there's bound to be a casualty or two. You just make sure you get ahold of Jimbo once you've changed, and I assure you that nature will take its course."
Rachel smiled broadly, "Sounds like a plan. I guess I'll see you guys tonight at the club?"
"Yeah," I told her, "Expect to see us around eight. I'll give you the details when we get there."