Characters: Ahzrukhal, F!LW, Charon Tags: virginity, ghoul, oral sex (threesome?)
“I don’t really do discounts,” he tells her, sneering. Ahzrukhal likes sneering at smoothskin. No one can quite sneer like a ghoul, he feels.
The kid in front of him is all slick leather and regret over her own inexperience. It’s why she wants Charon, of course. She’s smart enough to see the value in him, and it’s value that might well keep her alive.
“Yeah, I figured,” she says, ignoring his sneer. “But here’s the thing. I don’t have two thousand caps, because I can’t get to the places with that kind of salvage because I can’t hack it. He –“ she jerks her thumb towards Charon, standing in the back, glowering (no surprises there) – “is how I hack it.”
“Look, smoothskin –“
“And I know you’re not the kind of man to lend him to me in good faith, just as I’m not the kind of girl who’d actually bring him back if you did that.”
Ahzrukhal pauses there, because you don’t usually hear someone admit that they’d happily cheat you out of house and home.
“And I’m not killing Greta – sorry – because I have a massive crush on her girlfriend’s son, and even though Greta hates the guy, it doesn’t seem like a way into his good books, you know?”
The ghoul blinks. Son? Carol? Does she mean that skinny dork kid who wandered out of here what, nearly twenty years ago? He didn’t even know that the guy was still –
“So here’s what I’m offering,” says the girl, leaning forward. Was her jacket always unzipped that far? Ahzrukhal doesn’t hide his glance at her breasts. “I grew up in a Vault, right? And let me tell you, that is one conservative upbringing. And since I got out here, well, I’ve realised the value of an unbroken hymen, you get me?”
Yes, Ahzrukhal realises, this is going exactly where he thinks it’s going. She’s offering up her virginity like – like – damn, he could actually like this kid.
“So I’ve been saving it up. No easy feat, let me tell you,” she adds, conspiratorially. “And that’s what I’m willing to trade. My first fuck, and all the caps on me – which is just over nine hundred – for Charon and a bottle of whiskey.”
“Whiskey?” he asks, half in disbelief.
The Vault kid grins, and bats her eyelashes exactly like the bolshy teenager she is. “What, you’re not gonna buy me a drink before you pop my cherry?”
He actually laughs at that. He can’t fault her for her forwardness. But – “What’s to stop me just taking what you’re offering? With Charon still in my possession –“ he clicks his fingers, and the bodyguard lumbers forward – “it’d be easy. Do you think you could stop me? Do you think you could stop him?”
The girl shakes her head. “No, of course not. But I’ll give you three good reasons why my way is better, okay?”
Ahzrukhal folds his arms and smirks at her again, waiting.
“One,” she says, pulling herself up onto the bar and crossing her legs, “I’ve heard it’s a bunch more enjoyable if it’s consensual. Girls’ll do all kindsa nasty shit if they’re into you, right? Or getting something out of it.” She winks, and leans over to talk into his ear, dropping her voice. “Two, Underworld’s pretty sweet location-wise, so who knows how often I’ll be back round? And you know, someone’s gotta teach me part two of the birds and the bees, am I right? And three...” She hops of the counter, and her voice turns cold. “This isn’t really a negotiation.”
There is a wickedness in her eyes, and she is holding Charon’s contract.
Ahzrukhal lunges at her.
“Ah-ah-ah,” she tuts, stepping neatly out of his way. She waves a hand, and to his horror, Charon steps forward, reaching out one big hand towards his neck. He reels backwards, out of reach, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Fine, fine!” he snaps. His eyes flick between her, and Charon, and the contract, and he licks his lips nervously. “Fine,” he says again. “If you’re that desperate for some ghoul cock, I’ll oblige you, brat.”
She grins, twirling away from him. Grumpily, he pats the pocket where the contract used to be, wondering exactly how –
Hard Bargain 1/6
Tags: virginity, ghoul, oral sex (threesome?)
“I don’t really do discounts,” he tells her, sneering. Ahzrukhal likes sneering at smoothskin. No one can quite sneer like a ghoul, he feels.
The kid in front of him is all slick leather and regret over her own inexperience. It’s why she wants Charon, of course. She’s smart enough to see the value in him, and it’s value that might well keep her alive.
“Yeah, I figured,” she says, ignoring his sneer. “But here’s the thing. I don’t have two thousand caps, because I can’t get to the places with that kind of salvage because I can’t hack it. He –“ she jerks her thumb towards Charon, standing in the back, glowering (no surprises there) – “is how I hack it.”
“Look, smoothskin –“
“And I know you’re not the kind of man to lend him to me in good faith, just as I’m not the kind of girl who’d actually bring him back if you did that.”
Ahzrukhal pauses there, because you don’t usually hear someone admit that they’d happily cheat you out of house and home.
“And I’m not killing Greta – sorry – because I have a massive crush on her girlfriend’s son, and even though Greta hates the guy, it doesn’t seem like a way into his good books, you know?”
The ghoul blinks. Son? Carol? Does she mean that skinny dork kid who wandered out of here what, nearly twenty years ago? He didn’t even know that the guy was still –
“So here’s what I’m offering,” says the girl, leaning forward. Was her jacket always unzipped that far? Ahzrukhal doesn’t hide his glance at her breasts. “I grew up in a Vault, right? And let me tell you, that is one conservative upbringing. And since I got out here, well, I’ve realised the value of an unbroken hymen, you get me?”
Yes, Ahzrukhal realises, this is going exactly where he thinks it’s going. She’s offering up her virginity like – like – damn, he could actually like this kid.
“So I’ve been saving it up. No easy feat, let me tell you,” she adds, conspiratorially. “And that’s what I’m willing to trade. My first fuck, and all the caps on me – which is just over nine hundred – for Charon and a bottle of whiskey.”
“Whiskey?” he asks, half in disbelief.
The Vault kid grins, and bats her eyelashes exactly like the bolshy teenager she is. “What, you’re not gonna buy me a drink before you pop my cherry?”
He actually laughs at that. He can’t fault her for her forwardness. But – “What’s to stop me just taking what you’re offering? With Charon still in my possession –“ he clicks his fingers, and the bodyguard lumbers forward – “it’d be easy. Do you think you could stop me? Do you think you could stop him?”
The girl shakes her head. “No, of course not. But I’ll give you three good reasons why my way is better, okay?”
Ahzrukhal folds his arms and smirks at her again, waiting.
“One,” she says, pulling herself up onto the bar and crossing her legs, “I’ve heard it’s a bunch more enjoyable if it’s consensual. Girls’ll do all kindsa nasty shit if they’re into you, right? Or getting something out of it.” She winks, and leans over to talk into his ear, dropping her voice. “Two, Underworld’s pretty sweet location-wise, so who knows how often I’ll be back round? And you know, someone’s gotta teach me part two of the birds and the bees, am I right? And three...” She hops of the counter, and her voice turns cold. “This isn’t really a negotiation.”
There is a wickedness in her eyes, and she is holding Charon’s contract.
Ahzrukhal lunges at her.
“Ah-ah-ah,” she tuts, stepping neatly out of his way. She waves a hand, and to his horror, Charon steps forward, reaching out one big hand towards his neck. He reels backwards, out of reach, holding his hands up in surrender.
“Fine, fine!” he snaps. His eyes flick between her, and Charon, and the contract, and he licks his lips nervously. “Fine,” he says again. “If you’re that desperate for some ghoul cock, I’ll oblige you, brat.”
She grins, twirling away from him. Grumpily, he pats the pocket where the contract used to be, wondering exactly how –
The pocket isn’t empty.
She’s holding a copy.