The ends here, but the story continues 600 miles away. [Halloween Special 2022]

“What’s the contract?”

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….You left Tiny’s Tavern in late April and headed south towards Nevada. You weren’t sure what to do with Gwendolion, Mikko, and Arabella at first, but when you made it to pre-war Nevada’s border, you realized that having them around was more valuable than you could have predicted. Gwendolion kept saying it was “fun being your ****,” but she stopped saying that when she figured out a proper payment plan for all three of them. With all the work you picked up along the way, it took you a long time to set foot in the state, but the outcome was generally worth it. You were still considerably wealthy.

Once you passed Idaho, you suddenly became partners, or “personal assistants” with your new crew. These partners and personal assistants helped you outside and inside of work. With work, they maintained your equipment in pristine condition and even zeroed in the optics you had if you needed them. Still, if it wasn’t work-related, there were blowjobs, handjobs, creampies, and more massages than you could ever imagine.

You were getting one of these massages from Arabella as you lay on your stomach inside of a new hotel called the “Mark’s Inn” it was a bit shanty place, only slightly better than Tiny’s Tavern. It didn’t have that charismatic touch that Delilah gave Tiny’s Tavern, nor did it have the “small town” feel that you somewhat enjoyed. There was a bit of an oriental scare further east from the growing Japanese influence, but here in Elko, things were just as every day as they could be.

Gwendolion and Mikko left a little while to look around, but you didn’t expect them to return with a flayer that had a request for help. So you took it and cleared your throat.

“What’s the contract?”

You took the slip of paper after getting off the bed and stretching. You thank Mikko for keeping an eye out for the contract, but after knocking out so many contracts over the country, you kind of wished they wouldn’t be so vigilant for more work.

Gwendolion seems a little jealous that Mikko got all the praise and Arabella had the pleasure of getting you all comfortable and relaxed while she’s done nothing noteworthy for the day.

When you read the contract, however, you quickly conclude it isn’t a request for help at all. It’s a party. “What’s this?”

“I think it’s a Halloween party!” Mikko gleefully announces.

You look at it. A purple sky with jack-o-lanterns and spooky scary skeletons decorated the slip of paper with the words “HOWEL NIGHT” in a font that’s both lime green and dripping. Open bar, Japanese music, and food are provided with an entry fee that is insulting low to you and your companions. The only true catch was that you had to be dressed up as something/someone.