Early Plans

Standing by the window downstairs in the penthouse, I couldn't help take in the panoramic view on display. After the speech I'd given, I couldn't help feel a little powerful. I certainly hadn't planned on it, nor did I particularly want it, but someone needed to be in charge, and I still wasn't entirely that the NCR was the right answer.

Cass and Veronica joined me by the window. "Looking over your kingdom, Courier?" Cass joked. I gave her a look, which just made her giggle. "Wonder what the reaction will be like."

"No idea. I'm going to speak with Swank soon, then I'm going to go see Marjorie. I won't be back tonight, or I'm not planning on it anyway."

"Steam room or Marjorie?" Veronica asked.

"Why not both?" I retorted with a grin.

"And Emily?" Cass wondered.

"She's already asked that I go visit the old fort soon, couple of people she wants me to meet. She heard my speech, of course, and assumes they would have heard it too. Having the support of the Followers can only be a good thing. Peaceful bunch, or so I've been told and seen." I glanced back at the window and sighed. "You know I actually never wanted any of this. If House hadn't…"

I was cuddled from both sides and that made me feel better about things. "Do what you think is right," Cass said softly, "And the people will follow."

Grabbing my things from upstairs, Cass and Veronica were going to hang around the Lucky 38, having already agreed that I was probably going to find myself rather busy in the coming weeks and might be heading off alone to contact tribes, while they would remain on the Strip as my eyes and ears.

I was recognised as soon as I stepped through the doors, though I guess there were not many cowboys around, and none walked through the doors of the Lucky 38. As always, a few pointed in my direction, a couple hopped away looking a little worried, one or two were rather polite and approached simply to say hello. I had no doubt I would be viewed with even more suspicion by some people, while perhaps I'd help calm the fears of others.

Walking into The Tops, I wasn't even stopped this time, strolling up to the reception desk, where Swank was dealing with a couple of guests. Soon as he was finished, I stepped forward as he grinned. "Well, hello handsome."

"Hello yourself. Got a minute?"

"Only a minute, baby? I've got a bed that could be put to very good use for the next couple of hours."

I returned a grin first. "A nice idea, but I'm here on business."

"Baby, relax. The Chairmen will support you, no matter what you decide." He paused a moment. "Well, we'd rather you not allow the Legion to take control. NCR are not much better, but at least they're not murdering, raping bastards."

"And the House situation?"

"I'll admit, a few of the boys were not happy how things went down, wanting answers, even retribution. But I explained everything that happened to you, then how House was involved, the evidence you uncovered, how it was all connected. Bad news all around. Still one or two misgivings, we owed House all this, but what was done to you wasn't right, baby. And, sometimes, a man needs to have his vengeance."

"Thanks, Swank, Appreciate it."

"Sure I can't convince you to stay an hour or two?" I couldn't help grin. "Can't blame a man for trying, baby. Not sure how much longer I'll have the chance."

"Might not happen often, but you'll always have a chance, handsome."

"Are you visiting the Three Families?" I nodded. "Heard you've been in the Ultra-Luxe, dealt with some issue there. Met any of the Omertas yet?"

"No. I'm leaving them to last. Heard some uncomfortable stories."

"They're nothing but trash but they have power on the Strip. We generally have nothing to do with them though."

"I'll tread carefully then."

There was a couple of people behind me, appearing to be new arrivals, so I bid Swank goodbye for the time being, heading back outside and straight towards the Ultra-Luxe. Though I was recognised by a few people, I was at least left alone as I headed straight to Marjorie's office. If I went elsewhere, I'd be far too distracted.

She was sat behind her desk, looking over paperwork. Knocking on the open door, she looked up, her face immediately breaking into a grin as she stood up to greet me, a kiss on her cheek as she cuddled into me, a little surprised for a moment. "I didn't think you'd drop by again anytime soon."

"I've been busy but always intended on returning."

"I heard your speech last night. Is that what you're here for?"

"Not the only reason."

She looked up, the grin broadening, joined by a little colour on her cheeks. "What's the other reason?" she asked quietly.

"Well, I was thinking of taking someone to dinner tonight then seeing where the night took us."

"Want to talk business first, then we have a drink?"

"Here or somewhere else?"

"Let's get a booth in the bar."

A couple of minutes later, we had a bottle of bourbon in front of us with a pair of glasses. I poured us a couple of fingers each as she sat as close to me as she could. Clinking our glasses, we each took a sip before turning to face each other. That first kiss was something else. She was definitely eager, running my hand down her back to her arse, appreciating how soft her body was, and it made her grin as we made out. "I can't remember the last time someone showed an interest," she whispered.

"Well, must be a lot of blind men around then."

"Business?"

"Do I have your support?"

"Absolutely."

That was that for the time being. She kissed me again, my tongue eventually ending up in her mouth, hands exploring her body, hers doing the same, running them up and down my chest. When we finally broke apart, I'm sure our eyes shared the same look. "Business," she whispered, "Um… what are your plans?"

I took a sip of my drink as she cuddled into me. "I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure yet. The one concern is ensuring the Strip remains open for business. That will mean taking care of any threats close by. I'm aware of certain groups that could and will cause problems."

"Have you spoken with anyone else?"

"The Chairmen are on board. Not spoken with the Omertas yet."

"Watch your back with them. They're scumbags."

"So I've been warned."

"I did have questions before your speech last night, which answered most of them. Can't really blame you for the measures you took. Our dealings with him were always fair but we knew who wielded the power. Guess he underestimated you."

"A few people have, I think."

She leaned forward to kiss me, almost moulding her body into mine. My hand ended up on her thigh, heading under her skirt towards her arse, before I slid it towards her front, smiling when she spread her legs enough I could feel the dampness of her panties. She released a light moan when I gently rubbed her. "I want to but I can't right now," she whispered, "Though I don't mind getting felt up in the bar. First time for everything."

I moved the thin band of fabric and got a first feel of her pussy. She was hot and wet, kissing me deeply again as she moaned into my mouth as I gently rubbed her slit. We kept making out until she simply need to break apart, resting her head against my chest. "Oh god," she murmured.

"Want me to stop?"

"No, but…" I stopped what I was doing, removing my hand from under her skirt, as she looked up and smiled. "I'll try and finish my work as quickly as possible. Then we can have dinner before… we head upstairs to my room?"

"I was hoping for an invite upstairs."

"You definitely have that." She kissed me again. "Now, while you're waiting, why don't you go relax." I met her eyes, and I'm sure she was insinuating something but she didn't add anything else. "Why don't you meet me in my office around five pm? Gives you a few hours to enjoy yourself."

"That works for me."

Fixing her panties and skirt before we moved, I escorted her back to her office, where I kissed her on the cheek, amused that she sat down, looking a little flustered, with plenty of colour in her cheeks. I stood in the doorway for a moment as she looked at me, smiled, then told me to shoo. Walking away, I had heard the insinuation in her tone more than once, so I assumed it was invitation to have a little fun before I met up with her later.

Undressing and leaving my things in a locker, I grabbed a towel and headed towards the pool first. There was only one person there enjoying a swim, so I headed into the steam room. Couple of guys were in there, but they were sitting back, relaxing and chatting away. Glancing my way, they looked me up and down, said hello, but kept to themselves.

Sitting back and relaxing, I felt a good sweat start to form, opening an eye every so often as the room slowly but surely filled up with men, and before too long, I could look around to see blowjobs being given and received, and plenty of sex taking place. But, for some reason, though it was a turn on to watch, I didn't involve myself. I think it was because of Marjorie, aware I'd be with her later that evening. Realising I didn't actually want to involve myself, I eventually removed the temptation by leaving, heading outside for a swim before I dressed and headed back to the bar.

Close enough to five, I wandered towards her office. The door was closed, so I knocked, hearing her call out to come in. Walking in, she was sat on the desk without any clothing on her body. I kicked the door shut behind me as I stepped forward. "I didn't do anything," I said.

"I know," she said with a grin, "I had more than one person tell me. Not spying on you, but they let me know you were in the steam room for half an hour at most, been at the bar since."

"It didn't feel right to do that to you."

"That's why I'm here like this now."

I stood before her, looking her up and down. A pale, soft body. Larger breasts than I thought, with very pink nipples. Dark hair over her pussy, running my fingers through it, which made her smile. Barely a blemish on her body otherwise. She started to blush as I just gazed upon her in silence. "You approve?" she whispered.

"You're beautiful," I whispered back.

Leaning down to kiss her, her legs wrapped around my hips as her arms hooked around my neck. I lifted her up easily, hands quickly down her back to her arse. She was incredibly light, though she was much shorter than I was anyway. "Not in here," she whispered into my ear, "I just… wanted you to see me first."

"Well, I'm sure glad you did. I'll be rather distracted during dinner now." I met her eyes. "Sure you don't want anything now?"

"I'm sure. Wait until we're upstairs. The anticipation alone will kill me through dinner."

Lowering her to the ground, she turned around to grab her things, though she found herself moulded back against me very quickly, kissing down her cheek to her neck, earning a loud gasp, one hand wrapped around her body, the other moving down her soft skin towards her pussy. When my fingers reached the fur above her pussy, she gasped again as I gently ran my fingers over it, just about brushing against her. "Anticipation," I whispered into her ear.

"I can't wait," she breathed, "Are you going to let me get dressed?"

"Not yet."

She giggled but didn't seem to mind just being in my arms, leaning her head back so I could kiss her, running my fingers up and down her body but not going too low. She eventually turned around, walking back so she could sit on the desk again, lying her back on the desk, her legs wrapped around me again.

"Okay, let's have some dinner," I finally said. She was now looking incredibly flushed, and was no doubt as turned on as I was. I was amused she was a little unsteady on her feet as I helped her up, but she managed to dress herself before I took her by the hand and led her back to the bar.

We had dinner there in the bar instead of the restaurant, taking a booth again, enjoying a three course meal and a couple of drinks. I was amused as she was obviously distracted the entire time. Whenever we were not eating, we were making out, though I made sure my hands stayed away from anywhere of the more intimate areas. I was amazed at how comfortable I felt with her already though. Must have just been one of those instant attraction things.

Didn't have to pay a cap for dinner, at least, Marjorie asking for another bottle, before she took me by the hand and led me to the elevators. Her own room was just one of the hotel rooms, though a suite compared to the standard hotel room, with a living room, a bathroom and a separate bedroom. Once the door was closed, she took me by the hand towards the bedroom. Placing the bottle down on the bedside table, to say we were eager to get undressed wouldn't be an understatement.

I'd seen her naked, but she hadn't seen me. She smiled upon seeing my cock, though when I hugged her and her fingers trailed down my back, feeling the scars, she showed concern. "No idea who gave them to me but they don't hurt," I assured her.

Hands moving to my chest, more scars were found, more questions on her mind that I couldn't answer. One hand then found my cock, giving it a gentle caress. That's when she surprised me by kissing down my chest before ending up on her knees, her tongue wasting no time running up my shaft.

"You want to eat my pussy, Courier?"

"Would have done it in your office earlier."

"I know, which is why I wanted to do this for you first. I haven't sucked a cock in a long time. I'm…" She trailed off, so I leaned down and caressed her cheek, earning another adorable smile. "There are reasons, but I have a reason to smile now. Hope I make you smile soon."

"Already smiling, Marjorie."

She might not have done it for a while, but the enthusiasm she showed while blowing me certainly had me grinning ear to ear. Not only was she very good, but hearing her filthy talk while blowing me was a bigger turn on than I expected, particularly as she did have a particular accent, and hearing such a refined woman go into vivid detail of how she'd like me to pound her arse later was a mixture of amusing and arousing.

But her desperation to make me cum was almost endearing, so wanting to please me, assuring her just by being on her knees in such a manner was enough for me. Looking up into my eyes, watching most of my cock disappear, she had my head rolling back more than once as her tongue was talented, and I was soon groaning in such a manner to warn her I was getting close.

"I want your cum," she said, stroking my cock as she licked up and down my shaft, "I just don't know where."

"Wherever you want."

"I'm thinking just all over me. Do you mind?"

"Marjorie, it's your choice."

She blew me until I knew I was about to burst, and that's when she stroked me to orgasm, the first couple of spurts landing on her face, much to her amusement, the rest ending up on her chest and breasts, dribbling down her body. My cock disappeared in her mouth again as she cleaned me up before she sat back on her knees, looking up at me with nothing but a smile.

"Wow," I whispered, "That was… something else…"

Not wanting her to be covered in my cum all night, I asked where she kept her towels. I grabbed a small one from the bathroom and helped clean her face then her body. Soon as she was clean, I helped her up onto the bed. She spread her legs so fast, I chuckled to myself again. Her room was lit by more than a few lamps, so I could see her excitement, pussy glistening, leaning down to feel how warm she was and her scent was incredible. I licked my lips as I kissed up her body before our lips met again, leaning up towards her ear.

"Marjorie?" She made a sound. "I love eating pussy," I whispered.

Then I proved it to her, slowly kissing down her body, giving every inch attention, particularly her breasts, which were a lot of fun to play with, before running my tongue down towards her pussy, continuing to tease her, before I finally used my mouth on her. The groan she released when I finally started was probably heard across the Strip itself.

She tasted as wonderful as her scent suggested. I would usually combine mouth with fingers, as to be honest, that worked on most women I'd been with. But with her that night, I just wanted to use my mouth for as long as possible, and an orgasm or two would simply be a bonus. Running my hands up the back of her legs, I spread them as wide as possible, making her giggle, resting my hands at the back of her knees, pushing them as far back as I could.

"Devour me," she cried. I looked up to meet her eyes. The look in hers returned was similar to what I saw occasionally from Cass. I could have suggested anything at that moment and she would have agreed. "Please," she whimpered, "Make me cum until I can't take anymore."

"Okay," I murmured.

By the time she couldn't take anymore, my jaw was aching, my chin was probably drenched, while Marjorie was almost comatose, her body shuddering occasionally, but the smile on her face was priceless. Resting next to her, watching her relax, I couldn't help just lie there with a smile, feeling rather good about myself for once. It took her a few minutes for her eyes to open, falling upon me. Turning onto her side, she cuddled into me.

"I need a few more minutes," she joked.

"Take as long as you need. We have all night."

I was surprised when she eventually moved onto her hands and knees, but I wasn't going to argue. Gently sliding inside her, she gasped and lowered her head, immediate compliments about my thick cock as I buried it. Leaning forward, I kissed up her back to her neck, turning her head so I could kiss her. Sitting back, I then grabbed her and pulled her back with me, which is what she wanted. Gently thrusting, I ran a hand down towards her pussy, occasionally fondling her, but spent most of my time kissing her at the same time.

She eventually wanted to rest forward, asking me to lean forward and really start to fuck her. I couldn't help grin as it was certainly unexpected. And also a subtle reminder of what I enjoyed at various other times. "Ready?" I whispered into her ear.

"Fuck me hard," she whispered back, "And definitely cum in me."

I didn't last long. Far too turned on after having spent so long pleasing her. And the position I had her in made her feel even tighter. Add all those factors together, including her very submissive position, little wonder I came hard. Asking me to pull out, I sat back only so she could spin around on her back, having me lean forward to slide inside her again.

Five minutes later, we were making love, her legs around my hips. "Knew that would make you cum fast and hard," she said, "Now we can make love properly."

"Like that position?"

"Oh, I love it." Leaning up to kiss me, she added, "But I much prefer this. I can see your face, for starters. And I can look down and see your thick cock sliding inside me."

"What about your arse?"

She smirked. "Ah, I did wonder if you'd ask. Did you like my dirty talk?"

"It was very unexpected, but in your accent…"

"I'll admit, I've never done it before. Sorry if…"

"No apologies necessary, though the thought of taking your very cute little butt in such a manner." That earned another broad grin. "But what we're doing now? Perfect."

"It is," she whispered.

We made love for hours, or that's what it felt like, mixing plenty of kissing, caressing, giggling, talking, slightly changing positions, and generally just having a wonderful time together. Ended the night in her bathroom, relaxing in a hot bath together, something I hadn't experienced since waking up in Goodsprings. Resting back against me, we were both worn out so there was nothing sexual at all, simply enjoying the presence of the other as some of the old aches and pains disappeared, at least temporarily.

Snuggling under the blankets of her bed, spooned against me, my arms holding her close, she asked quietly, "Will you visit again?"

"Definitely. I won't be a stranger."

"The occasional night like this would be perfect. Dinner and drinks followed by making love all night."

We didn't make love the next morning, spending it cuddling together, a little light kissing at most. She had to get up for work eventually, but left it until the last minute before we finally got up for the day. Heading downstairs once we were dressed, we enjoyed breakfast in the bar before walking with her back to her office. Standing in the doorway, she couldn't stop smiling, which was all I ever wanted to see on a lover. If I left them with a smile, I'd done something right.

Kissing her a final time, she cuddled into me, resting her head on my chest, caressing the back of her head. There was that tiny part of me that wanted to pick her up and take her with me back to the Lucky 38. When she sighed, that was the signal for me to depart. "Stay safe," she whispered.

"I will. I'm good with a gun." That made her laugh as I lifted her chin with a finger. "But I have certain friends I want to see again."

"Visit whenever you can. That's all I'd like."

One last kiss, and I left her to her work, walking back through the bar towards the front doors. Heading outside, I took a deep breath and felt the grin form. It had been a great night. I certainly hadn't expected that sort of connection, and although I hadn't promised, I would certainly be visiting her again.

There was a small crowd near the entrance to the Lucky 38 again. Walking towards the main double doors, no-one was brave enough to come close, I guess the pair of Securitrons now standing guard putting anyone off. I hadn't actually asked Yes Man to do that, but considering the situation, it wasn't a bad idea.

Cass and Veronica were sitting in the penthouse, smiling at me as I made my appearance. Grabbing a drink, I perched myself next to Cass, kissing her cheek, both looking at me expectantly. "Well?" Cass finally asked.

"Well what?"

"How was it?"

I couldn't help grin. "Great, actually. Business first. The Chairmen are one hundred percent behind me. No problem with what I did with House. I have their trust. White Gloves are the same. They'll back me whatever I decide to do."

"And Marjorie?"

"We enjoyed a wonderful night together, and it won't be the only one. She's a lovely woman."

"I've heard the rumours about them," Veronica said.

"All in the past, before her time. She admitted to it, she didn't want to hide anything from me, but that's what I dealt with that day I was there. Someone wanted to bring back the old ways so I made sure that wouldn't happen."

"How or why did they?" Cass asked, "I mean, things might have been difficult, but doing… that…"

"She couldn't explain it because it was so long ago. The Three Families were all once known by different names. The agreement with House was that their old tribal name would be forgotten and never mentioned again. Some would say it was erasing the past. I think it's the tribes' way of trying to move on from a sordid past. Perhaps explains why they act the way they do."

"So will you talk to the Omertas next?"

"That would be the idea. Both Swank and Marjorie warned me to be careful approaching them."

"I asked Emily. No-one has a good word to say about them," Veronica stated.

"So I'll be careful, but I need to talk to them." I took a sip of my drink. "I do have one other idea. I'm thinking we open the casino downstairs. And there's a floor above with hotel rooms, right?" They both nodded. "Reckon we could do it?"

"How would the others react?"

"I'll let them know, gauge the reaction. If it's overwhelmingly negative, I might reconsider. House might have had an agreement with them. But if I'm going to be here a while, no reason why we can't get this place up and running, make some more caps."

"Emily and her companions are already making discoveries," Veronica added, "I've been downstairs to see what they're doing. They know their stuff, at least."

"The fact I shot him hasn't messed them up?"

"Some data about how House was kept alive was lost, but the technology alone will keep them busy for months."

Nodding to myself, I stood up and walked to the window, quickly joined by Cass and Veronica to either side. I gave the immediate future some thought. I still couldn't quite believe I was in the position I was in, particularly having woken up in Goodsprings having been shot in the head. Now I held power in my hands, and wondered how and if it would change me.

"Okay, I'll speak with the Omertas first, see what the deal with them is. Then I'll bring the heads of each family here to discuss opening the Lucky 38. After that, I start communicating with the other groups around the Mojave. First will be Freeside and the Kings, though I know Francine and James wield a little influence too, but I know they'll be supportive no matter what. After that, I guess it's a case of wait and see."

"I want to know what will happen with McLafferty and Crimson," Cass murmured, "They'd better not sweep it all under the fucking rug."

"If they do, we deal with it." She met my eyes and smiled. "I mean it, Cass. We did the right thing, how we handled it. If the NCR don't do a thing, we will deal with her how we dealt with Gloria van Graff."

"You sure?"

"It will be a signal to the NCR not to treat us differently." I finished my glass and glanced either side. "Right, what are you planning on doing today?"

"I'm going to head downstairs," Veronica replied.

"Get drunk, smoke and hopefully get fucked sometimes after lunch," Cass added.

"I assume I'm doing the fucking?"

"Do I look like I want a different dick?"

I couldn't help but grin as Veronica giggled, eventually clearing her throat. "Jesus, Cass, I sometimes think you have a one track mind."

"I have little to concern myself with now since I don't have much else. Eating. Drinking. Smoking. Fighting. Fucking. That's not in the order of preference, by the way."

Cass and I certainly found a number of different ways to keep ourselves amused the rest of the day.