Justified Vengeance

Sitting back on the lounge, I enjoyed one of Benny's cigarettes. Compared to what I was used to smoking, it was delightful, with a taste I couldn't recognise. I'd certainly ensure I'd grab any packets he had lying around once I was done. As he was still unconscious, tied to the chair, I enjoyed a second one, not touching any booze. I wanted to be sober for what came next.

Benny hadn't stirred yet. The crack across his jaw with my revolver had sent him to the ground, and smacking his head had well and truly knocked him out. I stripped him then tied him up, with a few ideas of what to do once he woke up. But I was in no hurry.

A knock at the door did concern me, approaching with revolver in hand. Looking through the peephole, I noticed it was Swank. Opening up, I didn't hide what I'd done to Benny, Swank glancing past me. "Heard reports of a shot. I assumed it was you. So… what are you planning?"

"I think it's best you tell everyone else you had no idea what happened here. I'll be done soon enough, as soon as Benny tells me what's going on."

Swank looked thoughtful for a moment. "Okay, that's fair. Just come downstairs, tell me when you're done, and I'll get all this cleaned up."

"Thank you."

"Always knew he had ambitions, but… from the sounds of it, he was planning something bad. Something that could have destroyed us."

"I intend to find out exactly what. That I'll let you know too."

Closing the door, I finished my cigarette before my patience finally ran out. Heading to the kitchen, I poured a glass of water, walking back to the lounge room, throwing said water in his face. "Rise and shine, Benny boy. Rise and shine."

He woke up, blinking rapidly as he looked around. It took him a few seconds before he looked even halfway with it, though when his eyes finally looked at me and cleared, the surprise almost made me chuckle, though I was in no mood for laughing. "The fucking courier?"

I removed my hat, placing it down on the lounge so he could see the remnants of the scar his two bullets had left. Removing my jacket, laying that down next to the hat, I then took off my shirt, giving him a good view of the scars on my back. I couldn't remember how I got them, but I'm sure it would have put a little fear in him. Let him think I believed he had me tortured before killing me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, all we did was shoot you…"

Crouching in front of him, I met his eyes before I looked down, ropes around his chest, hands bound behind his back. No doubt the bullet wound in his shoulder was already painful. His legs were also bound to a chair leg each. He wasn't going anywhere. And I knew how to tie rope, or so it seemed. Just came naturally.

"Let me explain your predicament, Benny. You are currently naked. You've been shot in the right shoulder. I've managed to stem the bleeding, but it's a bad wound, bullet straight through." I gestured to the nearby table, where I'd found weapons through the hotel room. He was a man who had taken personal safety seriously. Guns and knives, more than I could use. "I have various implements on there that will help make you talk. You will tell me what you have planned. You will tell me why you shot me. You will explain everything you can think of."

"Now hold on a second, baby. You have no idea…"

"You're right, I do have no idea, about a lot of things. That's why you're going to tell me everything I need to know." I stood up and walked over to the table, picking up the pistol I'd taken from his jacket before I stripped him. I looked over it reverently, as it was a beautiful piece, the handle exquisitely decorated. "I do appreciate a fine weapon, Benny. The weapon I have a fairly basic. Rifle. Shotgun. Revolver. Pistol. They do the job. Something like this, though. I bet you paid a lot for it."

"Yeah, I did." I aimed and fired, just enough to wing him on the opposite arm to where I'd shot him, but I still drew blood. "Ah, you shot me!"

"I did. And I'm going to keep this piece. Consider it payment for all the bad deeds you have committed."

Placing the pistol back on the table, I chose one of the knives as I crouched in front of him once again, making sure we were at eye level. Placing the tip of the knife under his eye, he flinched, which made me smirk. "Now listen to me very carefully, Benny. Very carefully. Are you listening?" He nodded. "When you shot me, it did something to my brain. I've kept all the skills I had before you shot me, though I don't remember them. Don't remember my name. My age. Where I'm from. I remember nothing since before you shot me. The man who you kidnapped is dead. What I've learned since waking up is that I'm quite good at killing people and my morals are… well, while I like to think I'm a good man, I've had absolutely no problem taking lives. I have a conscience, but all I've thought about since waking up in Goodsprings is tracking you down and returning the favour, and then some. Now that I have you here with me, I don't intend on changing my mind. So now that you know I won't flinch at what I might deem necessary, do you understand?" He nodded. "Good, Benny. So now that we're on the same page, first question. What's the platinum chip for?"

"I don't know."

I rammed the knife into his thigh, his cries no doubt echoing across the entire floor. Hell, they probably heard his cries all the way down on the ground floor, even over the crowds and music. I watched sweat form on his head and across his body as he sucked in some deep breaths. No doubt he was in agony from the two wounds. "That was a lie, Benny. I know that. You know that" He then tried struggling against the restraints, which earned him a hard slap. "Benny, Benny, Benny. You're not going anywhere. You will remain here until you tell me what I need to know."

Returning to the table, I collected a second knife. "Wha-wha-what are you going to do?"

"Nothing more, Benny, if you give me the information I want." Crouching down in front of him, I tapped the tip under his eye again. "I don't know if I've ever tortured a man before, but I'm aware of where I can cause you immense pain but ensure you will live for a long time before you finally die. Sure you can handle that?"

"Who the fuck are you, man?"

"Me? Far as I know, I'm just a courier. You stopped me completing my job. You shot me over some fucking platinum chip. But I've figured out it must be important. The job was all wrong. There's something bigger going on, something you're behind and I was just the sucker caught with it. What I know about you is that you are now alone here. Just me and you, Benny. The cavalry isn't coming. You sold out those who helped you, and even those you work with know that something isn't right."

I rammed the knife into his other thigh, almost enjoying the cry that escaped him, before he made that sound which suggested he was trying to hold back the pain. "Fuck you, man, fuck you," he stated, leaning forward, spit dribbling from his mouth. I reached over and collected a towel, gently pushing him back, wiping down his face and body of sweat.

"Just tell me what I want to know, Benny. Is all this pain really worth it?"

He sucked in a few deep breaths, his eyes looking around, no doubt hoping his situation would somehow miraculously change. "How… how did you find me?"

"You're not as smart as you think. You left evidence by my grave. Plenty of people remembered the man in the checked suit. And you pissed off the people who helped you." I took his lighter from my pocket. "Jessup gave this to me. Suggested I shove this up your arse. That would be a waste of a beautiful lighter, so like your gun, I'm going to keep it." I leaned closer, meeting his eyes. "Just tell me what I want to know, Benny, and all the pain you're currently experiencing will be over."

I stood up, walked over to the table and lit myself a cigarette, lighting one for him, gently putting it between his lips. I helped him enjoy a smoke, the thought in my mind that it could be his last. Once he was finished, I put the cigarette butt in a nearby ashtray, wiped the sweat from him again, before I crouched and met his eyes. He finally relented and started to explain what was going on.

"Ever wanted absolute control?"

Fairly cryptic start, forcing me to ask, "Absolute control of what?"

He gestured around with his head. "This. New Vegas."

"How?"

"The chip, baby. The chip is the key to everything. House is old. Like pre-war old. I don't think he's a ghoul. He's used some sort of medicine to stay alive all this time. But he must have a plan. I aim to change that plan."

"House? Who's House?"

He looked at me with wide eyes for a moment before he remembered. "He runs this gig. Long story. But what I know is that the chip is meant to do something. Only problem is, where it needs to be taken is where the Legion currently is. Fortification Hill."

"What's under the hill?"

"That's what I don't know. At least, I don't know yet. But it's to do with his Securitrons. It upgrades them or something. Those robots are already one of the keys to power in Vegas. If they were to be upgraded, whoever is in control would be damn near infallible."

"And to take control, you thought putting a couple of bullets in my head was worth it?"

He actually smiled, the bastard. "What I did to you was rotten, I can admit that, but if you think House, the NCR or Caesar won't kill anyone who stands in their way to put Vegas in their pocket, I really did blow out your brains."

"Tell me about him."

"House?" I nodded. "It was his big idea to resurrect the Strip. He recruited the Three Families as muscle, showed us how to set up casinos, negotiated with the NCR."

"Three Families?"

"Yeah. There's us, the Chairmen. The Omertas, who run the Gomorrah. And then you have the lot that run the White Glove Society. Weird bunch."

"Okay, back to House. You want control of Vegas. What's wrong with House running it?"

"He controls Vegas through his Securitrons. You walked by the Lucky 38?" I nodded again. "No-one ever comes or goes. It's guarded by his Securitrons, and no-one dares approach. No-one has seen him since his return. He controls everything through those damned robots. He may have given a little power to the Families, but we know who really runs Vegas. We're nothing but stooges."

"So what? He's no better than Caesar?"

"Hell, at least we know what Caesar wants with Vegas. A few crucifixions and he'll probably burn the entire thing down otherwise. The NCR just want control, power and money. Vegas will just become another city. House? He actually scares me the most. Caesar is nothing but a tyrant. I can't think of the word to describe House."

"So what do you want?"

"Independence. Free from the power of House, and holding back the forces of the NCR and Legion."

"That's rather admirable, Benny. But it is unfortunate that you chose to try and kill me to achieve it."

He sighed, knowing the conversation was now concluded, and he was not getting out of his predicament. "Don't suppose I could trouble you for one last smoke? Condemned man and all…"

"I should tell you to fuck off, but to prove I can magnanimous, despite what you did to me, I'll give you a last smoke and drink. Whiskey?" He nodded. I lit a pair of cigarettes, helping him with his before I poured us both a shot. Helping him drink it was a little weird, but he even managed to thank me for it. Helping him dry his mouth, I stood up and picked up his pistol.

"Suppose you had some final words before you put bullets in my head, right?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Shame I can't remember what you said. Repeating them back would prove quite prophetic, don't you think?" I aimed the pistol, centre of his forehead. "Goodbye, Benny."

His head rocked back as the bullet hit, brains and skull spitting out the back of his head with a fine mist of blood. His head then sat forward, stepping towards him, pressing two fingers against his neck to check that, unlike myself, he really was dead.

Satisfied, I walked into the bathroom to clean my hands, wash my face. Looking into the dirty, cracked mirror, the blue eyes that gazed back into mine. There was no real joy in what I'd just done. It had simply been an eye for an eye. An act of vengeance. Now that I had taken it, I was already thinking of what to do next.

Dressing myself, I picked up the chip that I had found in the pocket of his coat. The cause of everything that had happened to me. Sitting down on the couch, I could only look at it with wonder, intrigued as to what it would actually do. Benny had given me an idea, but I was now left with a thought… Do I actually complete the task and return it to House? Benny had put another thought into my mind.

There were at least three powers in or around Vegas. The NCR wanted control. Caesar wanted control. House wanted control. And I realised, as Benny explained what was going on, that we were nothing but pawns to play with. I certainly had been, given the chip that almost led to my death, instead of one of the other pieces. No idea what happened to the other couriers. Wonder if all six of us had been targeted?

All I knew is that the chip currently in my hands could turn the tide, one way or another. I wondered if I could be kingmaker. Would I want the NCR to take control? Considering they seemed to be the most powerful force in the region, at least they'd keep the Mojave safe and stable. The Legion? After what I'd seen in Nipton, I had a feeling we'd only see what happened there but on a grander scale. Knew nothing about House, but what Benny had told me didn't sit well.

Putting the chip in my pocket, I rose to my feet and searched the hotel room a little more before I decided to head downstairs. It was during the search that I found a hole in a wall, walking through into what appeared to be service tunnels. And it was there that I found a lone Securitron.

Yes Man.

What I learned over the next couple of hours was… staggering. Absolutely staggering. Benny really had planned it all. With this chip, he could have taken over New Vegas. What his actual intentions were, I would no longer be able to find out. Had his thoughts truly been just about independence? Or had he wanted to become king in his own right?

I eventually just asked the blunt question.

"Are you saying that, with this chip, I could take over New Vegas?"

"Yes, though it's not that simple."

"I'll need to speak with some people before making any sort of decision."

Heading downstairs, I explained to Swank all that had been discussed between myself and Benny, adding what I'd been told from Yes Man, though I didn't tell him about the hacked Securitron, making sure I'd moved a wardrobe to cover the gap. Swank was very apologetic, going so far as to give me the Presidential Suite by way of apology. "Very few can afford it, so it's yours indefinitely."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Considering you came all the way from Goodsprings to here, with everything the Mojave can throw at you, well… Not only do I feel the Chairmen owe you, call it a slight act of self-preservation, though you seem a reasonable sort."

"I can be. I just need to figure out my future now. But it's nice to know I've got a place on the Strip to base myself. Any chance I can get some help getting some friends onto the Strip?"

"Sure. I can issue a one-time pass. Can get them onto the Strip but they can't leave unless they have the necessary caps to come and go. Passports can be bought, but they're not cheap. How many friends?"

"Three. Two females, one male."

"Give me twenty-four hours to sort something out for you. You can wait in the suite, if you'd like? There's an intercom system. You want anything, just call down and we can bring it up. Food. Drinks. Maybe a little company. And if you're interested, you can head down here and gamble."

"Thanks. Wouldn't mind just relaxing, to be honest."

The suite was enormous. I immediately called down for a meal to be brought up, but there was a bar in the suite, fully stocked, so that wasn't going to be a problem. Switching on the radio, I listened to a little music. Feeling a little lonely after a few hours, I called downstairs and asked if company could be sent up. Asking if I wanted a man or a woman.

Company turned up half an hour later. Good looking man. Younger than me, if I guessed correctly. I told him what I liked doing and what I wanted, and once he was naked with me, I knew I was going to be in for a fun night. Once I was on my knees on the bed, having pleasured him with my mouth first, he slid his thick cock inside me. "Fuck yes," I groaned, "Think I got a little too addicted to this."

Feeling his hands run up and down my back, he asked, "Do this often?"

"Far too often lately," I replied, chuckling away, "But can't help it as it feels really good." I glanced back and met his eyes. "Want to fuck me nice and hard?"

He grinned. "Sure do. You have a lovely, tight arse."

"Thanks."

He started out slowly, but once he was leaning forward over me, changing the angle, that's when he really started to fuck me. It felt as good as all those times back at the Wrangler, really giving me a nice pounding. Lowering my body down, that just made it feel even better. "Keep going," I moaned. The closer he got to orgasm, the faster he fucked me. "Keep going," I groaned.

When he came, he groaned loudly himself, feeling him fill my arse with his cum, before he slowed down, eventually leaving himself buried inside me. "Fucking hell, that was good," he murmured.

"How long are you going to stay?"

"Swank said I would stay long as you wanted me."

I turned back and met his eyes, returning a cheeky grin. "I'll have to thank him in the morning then."

We fucked all night. We fucked around the suite. He only asked the once if I wanted to fuck him, and I think I surprised him when I said it didn't really interest me. "I'll be honest, I fuck women," I explained, "But whenever I've been with a man, I've been the bottom. I find it enjoyable and haven't really given doing it the other way any consideration."

I went to sleep rather satisfied with life that night, and it was the first time I ever went to sleep next to a man. We woke up in the morning, dressed and headed downstairs, where I thanked him for a good night before he wandered off, as I approached the reception desk, Swank already in position.

"Enjoy yourself last night?"

"I did. Thank you for sending him. If I'm ever so inclined again…"

He leaned forward. "I might have enjoyed him myself from time to time." Raising my eyebrows, he smirked. "What can I say? I like them young and cute." Clearing his throat, he added, "Anyway, I've sorted out the passes for you. As I said yesterday, it will only allow your friends to enter the Strip. If they leave, they cannot re-enter. What I'll do is start looking into passports for the Strip."

"Thank, appreciate it."

"As I said, after everything Benny has done, I feel the Chairmen owe you. It's my little way of trying to make up for the fact he put two bullets in your head and tried to kill you."

Leaning forward myself, lowering my voice, I whispered, "Could always make it up in another way too."

The smile was immediate. "Interested, are you?"

"You a top?" He nodded. "Well, I'm definitely a bottom. And I suddenly find myself not in any real rush to leave today, if you're interested."

"Certainly am. Head back upstairs. Give me half an hour to make sure I'm covered down here." He paused before asking, "You sure?"

I smiled. "I am."

Heading upstairs, I stripped naked and got myself ready first before I grabbed a bottle of whiskey, taking a seat at the table, sipping at a glass. Swank appeared half an hour or so later, walking out of the elevator, his eyes falling upon me. He smiled before chuckling to himself as I gestured to the nearby chair. He sat down as I poured him a glass, standing up so he got a good look at me.

"Wow, nice cock," he said.

"Thank. I've been complimented before." I turned around and added, "Got myself nice and ready for you too."

His hand immediately went to my arse, giving one my cheeks a firm squeeze before his fingers gently ran along my crack. "Wow, you're not joking about wanting it."

Turning around, I leaned down and met his eyes, smiling again, before I kissed him. First time I'd actually kissed a man. I might have been fucked by quite a few, but it had always been just sex. Felt like something a little different this time, and he'd proven very helpful since I'd walked through the doors. The fact he kissed me back hard, his tongue requesting entrance into my mouth, suggested he might have been attracted in return.

Standing him up, we helped him get out of his clothes so he was as naked as I was, looking down to see a nice thick cock revealed once his underwear was removed. Continuing to kiss him, I ran my hands down his chest before one hand caressed his, giving it a few gentle caresses. "Baby, we are going to have so much fun," he murmured.

"I hope so. I'll admit to really enjoying being fucked."

"Well, baby, you are in for a good time then."

Kissing down his body, taking note of what looked like tribal tattoos on his arms and down his chest, I eventually ended up on my knees, looking up at him and his thick cock. Running my tongue along his shaft earned a moan, spending a little time teasing him before I finally took it in my mouth. I took my time, savouring the feeling and taste of his cock. If I didn't know any better, he'd washed before he turned up, which I appreciated.

Feeling his fingers move through my hair, it didn't take him long until he was gently moving his hips. "Baby, that tongue… ring-a-fuckin'-ding!"

I chuckled as I took more of his length in my mouth, my head soon bobbing up and down quicker. Though I wanted him to cum, I just enjoyed sucking his dick, because for the first or maybe only second time, I was doing it because I wanted to, and wouldn't be getting paid at the end. Looking up and meeting his eyes, a smile lit up his face, eyes filled with lust and pleasure, and I had a feeling, once I'd made him cum, he was definitely going to give me quite the fucking afterwards.

Running my hands up the back of his legs to his arse, I was soon swallowing his whole length, practically deepthroating his cock by now, something I'd figured out I could do during my time working at the Atomic Wrangler. That seemed to set off Swank, hearing him moan loudly, his hips moving faster as he didn't quite fuck my face, but I certainly gave him a feeling of control.

"Oh baby, I'm close…"

He was, and within a couple of minutes, my efforts were rewarded with spurt after spurt of hot cum flooding my mouth, gulping it down straight away as there wasn't much else I could do with it anyway. He came hard and quite a lot, but once he was done, he pulled his cock out of my mouth immediately, hearing him suck in a few deep breaths, before he dropped to his knees to give me quite the kiss. Bodies pressed together, I could feel the sweat having already formed on his chest, able to reach behind me for the bottle of lube I'd kept on the table.

Once I had his cock lubed up, I ended up on the floor, lying on my back with my legs spread wide, Swank between them, leaning forward as he carefully slid his cock inside me. "Fuck yes," I moaned, definitely smiling as I felt his thick cock fill me completely, "God, that feels great."

Running my hands up his back, he slowly started to thrust into me, moving one of my hands to my cock, pumping it quickly as I just wanted to cum then we could just fuck. No surprise I came all over myself within minutes, which made him grin before he leaned down to kiss me. He moved my legs, pushing them backward so my knees were almost level with my head.

"Oh, fuck yeah," I cried.

"Liking my cock?"

"Fucking love it, Swank. Fuck me."

I could look down and soon see his cock pumping into me. When not doing that, I was too busy kissing him, moaning and whimpering into his mouth. He continued to push my legs further back, lifting my arse off the ground, really starting to drive his cock into me nice and hard. "Yeah, just like that," I cried.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight…"

"I know. But it's your thick cock too."

"Baby, you're talking your way into my good books."

"I hope so. Fuck me well enough, I'll want it again."

He eventually rested on his forearms, keeping my legs completely pinned back, my body almost at his mercy. By now, he was driving into me so hard and fast, I was sure he couldn't last much longer. He did ask a couple of times if I was sore, assuring him I was utterly turned on and it was nothing but pleasurable.

"All night?" he grunted.

"Fucking hope so."

He filled my arse completely within the next few minutes, a hard thrust each time his cock throbbed. Only then did he release my legs, wrapping them around his hips to hold him in place, running my fingers through his thick hair as we continue to make out, his moaning as I practically whimpered into his mouth, not wanting him to stop for a second. But once he was empty, he simply had to stop, collapsing onto my chest as he took in a series of deep breaths.

"Baby…"

"Well, you're still hard, at least," I whispered, squeezing his cock, earning a light chuckle.

"Give it five minutes and it'll go down for a little while, at least."

"Want a drink?"

"Yeah."

Feeling him pull out, he helped me to my feet, sharing another deep kiss, smacking his bottom as he headed to the large bed as I grabbed one of the bottles and a pair of glasses, joining him on the bed as I poured us both a glass. Sitting back, we didn't really talk all that much. I asked a couple of questions about life on the Strip.

We enjoyed a couple of drinks before we started making out again. As we did, I moved my lips up to his ear. "I want to suck your cock again before you fuck me," I whispered.

"Baby, you can do anything you want, long as I'm inside you again later and the rest of the night."

"Like my tight arse, do you?"

"Oh baby, your arse is the tops. You want my company any time, all you need do is ring."

I only blew him for a few minutes before I turned around and lowered my head, keeping my arse raised just enough that I could slide my hand underneath to stroke my cock. Swank slid his cock inside me again before he leaned forward, resting on his forearms next to my body, feeling him thrust into me nice and slow to start with.

"Yeah, baby, just like that, right?" he asked.

"Fuck yes. Long as you can, baby."

God, he was such a tease that second time, just slow thrusts, feeling him take nearly his entire cock out before sliding it back in again. I removed my hand from my cock, turning just enough that I could kiss him, resting an arm around his neck. Even then, he barely upped the tempo, though we both clearly wanted it to last for as long as possible.

He must have thrust into me that slow for at least half an hour before he finally started to thrust hard. That's when I turned back, laying my head on a pillow as I started to stroke my cock with each thrust of his cock into me. Slowly, very slow, he started to pump into me, and as he picked up the speed, he also started to fuck me harder.

"Fuck yes," I cried, "Just like that, Swank. Love hearing that sound."

"Yeah, baby, so do I. That way I know I'm fucking you good."

"Might have to return here more often."

"Baby, you move in, you'll never be alone." He leaned down and kissed me, breathing into my ear. "And if you want even more dick to enjoy, well…"

"Lots of different dick?"

"All the dick you want, baby, long as you want mine at the same time."

"Baby, after tonight, I'll be thinking about it all the time."

Really started to fuck me, he pressed his hands into my shoulders, feeling him shuffle as he laid siege to my arse. Fucking hell, it felt good, no wonder I came hard all over the bedsheets, and it wasn't a surprise he came in me again soon afterwards, considering he'd been fucking me for at least an hour by then. Once his cock stopped throbbing, he relaxed back on me again as I laid flat on the bed, smiling as I just enjoyed the feeling of him inside me.

"Holy shit, baby. Holy shit."

"Tell me about it."

Again, he pulled out and we sat back to have another drink, though I grabbed us some purified water at the same time, as we'd worked up quite a sweat, and couldn't just rely on alcohol to sate our thirst. No talking this time, just sitting back, sucking in some deep breaths, and as soon as we were ready, we made out as I straddled his lap, eventually sliding his cock into me, doing the usual thing of riding my partner while he was sitting up.

"Don't do this very often," I whispered.

"Well, now you have control, baby." His fingers wrapped around my cock, "Though I'll control this. Maybe you can cum all over me this time?"

"Definitely."

No idea how long I rode him for, but he didn't lie. I had control the entire time, though his teasing of me in return when stroking my cock drove me wild in return. Once I was ready, I simply rested my hands on his shoulders and bounced away on his cock, feeling it press into all the good places inside me, my cock throbbing as he stroked me faster and faster.

"Oh fuck," I groaned.

"Yeah, baby, ride my cock. Bet you want to cum, right?"

"Fuck yes. All over you, baby."

To my surprise, and I think his, he came first, though I'd been riding him so hard and fast by the end, it was little wonder he enjoyed quite the orgasm. He removed his fingers, allowing me to pump my cock as fast I was wanted, eventually leaving a load of cum all over his chest within five minutes. Settling down on his lap, his cock still inside me, we made out as his fingers caressed my back, feeling him trail along the scars.

"Where they from?" he asked quietly.

"No idea. From before I woke up."

Fingers moved down my chest, and he found at least three bullet wounds. There were other scars that suggested my life had been difficult. I still had no idea how old I was. Cass had suggested I was anywhere between mid-twenties to mid-thirties, figuring perhaps the latter, considering the skills I had suggested I had experience.

Sliding off his lap, I took his hand and led him to the bathroom, as New Vegas had running water, so we could enjoy a shower together. Of course, after ten minutes or so in the shower, I ended up pressed against the wall, his body against mine, cock back inside me. We didn't fuck long enough to cum, but it was certainly a fun way to shower together.

Instead, we headed back outside, ending up sat on the table, arse just off the edge enough he could slide into me, and then he seriously fucked me again. I eventually just laid back on the table, his hands underneath my knees, pushing them back again, his cock just pumping into me over and over. I just told him to keep going until he came inside me again, and if he was capable, to just keep on going. He couldn't. He came what was a fourth time, and he fell forward onto me, admitting that was him done. He was exhausted.

So we laid back on the bed, enjoyed a couple of drinks, and I may have sucked his dick for a little bit, just because I wanted to. But we eventually had to call it a night.

Heading downstairs the next morning for breakfast, he suggested that, in public… I didn't let him finish, assuring him it was fine. We had fun in private. In public, I understood things would be different. But we still enjoyed breakfast before we headed to the reception desk, where the passes I needed were now waiting for us.

"Visit again some time?" he asked quietly.

"Are you asking if I want to return to have my arse seriously fucked all night again?"

"Yeah, baby. That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Well, I'm not sure what Cass will think, though she has watched before."

"She can join in, if she wants. I don't fuck women, but if you do, there are ways it'll work."

"I'll mention it to her."

"Okay, baby. Good luck to you. Come back to The Tops soon as you can."