Go to Reggie

You wake up with Chastity in your arms and her rough, metal chastity belt pressed against you. That’s not ideal, but are glad to have company.

Your mission out here in the Florida Wasteland is not going to be a short one. You need to establish some relationships and get a feel for the world. Instead of rushing into the irradiated swamps, it’s time to take a moment and adjust to the world outside Vault F. With that in mind, you go to Reggie’s bar. It’s not as busy during the day.

The rusty shantytown of New Gurlberg is still lively and almost friendly, although you see some rough-looking characters walking around with large weapons. You wouldn’t want to get into trouble here.

You sit down with her in the back of the bar for a private chat.

“I’m sure you’re pissed about last night,” she says. “But don’t do anything stupid. You’d never make it out of town.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not going to do anything like that.” You have a mission and Reggie has a business. You do what you have to do. She misled a drifter to earn a few caps. You can live with that. “Do you have work?”

“Well, you aren’t a fighter…” she says thoughtfully. “Can you serve drinks?”

“I think I could handle that,” you say dryly. Come on. You escaped a Rad Gator.

“OK. You start tonight,” she says.

You take the caps that you have to New Gurlberg’s doctor, a busty redhead who wears thick glasses and a stained lab coat.

“That’s mutation all right,” she says, examining your bare chest in her dingy office. “I can give you a shot that should reverse it, but it will hit hard,” she warns, pointing at your groin. “When you have one of those.”

“It’s OK,” you assure her. “I’m good with stuff like that.” You are strong against chemical aphrodisiacs, and the serum barely affects you that way. Soon, your chest is back to normal. Your nipples no longer hurt, and you can’t make yourself cum just by touching them.

They still feel good, but you’re back to being able to wear your clothes normally.

Dr. Fairwell sees how stoically you handle the shot and looks impressed. She adjusts her glasses and peers at you with interest.

“You remind me of a woman a long time ago,” she says. “When I was younger. She was from a Vault. She had a bigger penis.”

“You must mean Dr. Curio,” you say, pulling your Vault Suit back on. Your body tingles, but you are fine! You are in total control of yourself.

“She picked up some mutations out there and came here to have them reversed,” Dr. Fairwell says. “She was tough too. Smart. Very chatty.”

“Do you know what happened to her?” you ask. Dr. Curio is a legend in Vault F, and her disappearance ten years ago was devastating.

Dr. Fairfax shakes her head. “I never heard anything. She came here often, but always went back out into the wastes looking for this or that. I guess one time she just didn’t come back, you know?”

“Sure. Thanks, Doc.”

You leave New Gurlberg’s rusty little clinic feeling so much better. You buy Chastity a decent dress. Her belt makes it hard for her to wear normal clothes, so dresses are best for her. The gift embarrasses her, but it’s the right thing to do. Besides, Reggie found work for her too: cooking at the grill across the way from the bar. It seems like Reggie is friends with most of the town, so she’s a good resource.

With a dress on and her hair untangled and clean, Chastity looks nothing like she did when you first saw her in the cage. It makes you feel good to know that you could help her out.

As you watch her walk toward the grill, you get a flash in your brain: an image of a hazy, but graceful red-haired woman. It’s Daisy, wearing a dress.

But nobody ever wears dresses in Vault F.

Shaking your head, you go into Reggie’s Rad Bar to start your shift. Reggie has a cramped, filthy office behind the main room. There, she hands you some folded clothes.

“Damn it, do I have to?” you ask.

“Yes. You can’t serve drinks like that,” she tells you, putting her hand on her hip and looking you up and down. “I mean, it looks good on you. But you understand.”

Well… your Vault Suit with this Mauser pistol at your side doesn’t look very friendly and welcoming. You change into the bar girl outfit, but only for your shift. It’s short, tight black shorts and a top that bares your stomach.

Soon it’s getting dark and you’re out there, handing out whiskey, beers, and Nuka Cola to guests. Some are locals from New Gurlberg, and others are like you and Chastity: just showing up here. You don’t love the work, and everyone tries to flirt with you. At least three customers touch your butt.

The nice thing about this job, in addition to getting some pay and tips, is that you learn a little bit about the local area. You hear the customers talking about a band of raiders called the Free Gurls. It sounds like there’s some tension between New Gurlberg and them. And it sounds like there are some other interesting places nearby.

Near the end of your shift, as Reggie starts kicking people out and closing the place down, you put a tray down and collect empty bottles only to get a hard slap on the ass. You have already changed back into your Vault Suit.

You turn around to find the twins right in front of you.

“Oh,” you say sourly. “It’s you.”

“Don’t be like that. I’m Shank. This is Shiv,” one of them says. They’re identical… you can only tell them apart by their hair color and jewelry. Shiv wears a necklace of teeth while Shank wears one of spent shell casings.

“My name’s Jane,” you say, loading up your tray. You lift it on one hand and place your other hand on your hip, looking at them expectantly. “Something you want?”

They exchange a look.

“You’re acting pretty cool for a chick that got her ass beat,” Shiv says in a challenging, but playful way.

“You won’t take me by surprise a second time,” you tell them.

They exchange another look. “I think we can still surprise you. No hard feelings?” They offer their hands. You shake with Shiv, then with Shank.

“Sure,” you say. “What? No drifters to jizz on tonight?”

“We only do that once or twice a week. Lets us clean up on bets,” Shank confides. You figured. What a scam.

“Someday, someone’s going to be too tough for you,” you warn them.

They exchange a third look.

“Would that be so bad?” Shiv asks innocently.

Shiv and Shank share a room with two creaky beds in the back of a building tucked away in the corner of camp. Your Vault Suit lies on the floor with the sisters’ clothes.

Keeping your hand tight over Shiv’s mouth is pointless as you pound her, missionary style with the full **** of your frustration with last night’s ambush. Her thin, naked body writhes underneath you, and her nails scratch your back. Shank is behind you, rubbing her tiny cock all over your ass as she jerks it, occasionally pulling your hair. Shiv’s eyes close and her face can’t get any redder. Her hand is on her cock and semen is smearing between your belly and her flat abs.

Shank grunts and spurts a few drops on your rear end.

You pull out of Shiv’s quivering pussy as she moans and trembles through an orgasm. You push Shank facedown on top of her sister’s sticky body and lie down with your full weight on top of them, guiding your cock to Shank’s waiting lips. You can’t pull her hair, so you wrap your hand around her neck and hold her tight until she’s sobbing and spurting all over her sister.

You roll her off and crawl up the bed, jerking your cock. It’s not much of a **** when they don’t seem to mind. They eagerly put their heads together and stick out their tongues as you breathe harder, then put your head back and groan, trailing thick strings of cum across their faces.

It’s not easy to stay mad at these two. Besides, it’s not their fault. Reggie’s the one who took advantage of you.

You planned to fuck them and head back to Chastity, but you’re spent. You lie down and they eagerly cuddle you from both sides, trailing their fingers over your sweaty body.

“You could make a lot more caps with that thing,” Shank says after a while, idly playing with your soft cock.

“You mean sleeping with the customers?” you ask.

Shiv shrugs. “Why not?”

Well, it’s something to think about. As nice as it would be to just… hang out in New Gurlberg, that’s not why you left Vault F. Having more caps could be helpful, though.

Add some extra service to your bar job to earn more caps?

Or approach Boss Murphy for work outside the settlement?