Madeline accepts the Ghoul Job

Madeline hadn't interacted much with ghouls--those poor souls twisted and distorted from Radiation. They didn't normally even ask the working girls for a romp as it was always a no. Though some did come into the Atomic Wrangler for booze or gambling.

They had varied wildly in their looks, but most all had a strange ghostly looking face and their skin looked waxy and dead.

However, Madeline knew that getting 2,000 caps meant she could easily get into the Strip to continue her journey, she could even get some weapons and gear from Mick and Ralpfsss if she wanted.

She had already been a whore for the people of the Vault that she loved. What was one more lay?

"I think I will accept the Ghoul job." Madeline said, setting her mouth tight and her eyes locked in seriousness.

"You gotta be fucking with me?" James said shocked.

"2,000 caps is a pretty good deal." Madeline.

"You are a freak." James said but he shrugged "But hey--its your choice. I thought I was going to have to tell him to scram or go to the strip."

"Can he even preform?" Madeline asked, now thinking about the logistics of the coming act.

"Well if he can't then its two thousand caps you don't get. They pay to get off." James said with a shrug.

"True." She nodded. Though she knew that some "clients" had the need just to talk to a pretty woman--or any one. When clients would lay in her decrepit bed at the Atomic Wrangler she would gladly talk to them since it meant not doing something worse. Though she couldn't charge them as much.

"You sure about this? If he don't cum, you don't get paid." James asked again still in a state of disbelief.

"I'm sure." Madeline nodded resolutely "It can't be worse than some of the Johns." Madeline shrugged.

"Suite yourself. I'll bring him by your room tonight." James said then headed on his way.

That night a knock came on Madeline's door. She had prepared. She approached the door in a well worn bra that was slightly too small, which only accentuated her sizeable breasts, and a set of panties that would have been fashionable about 300 years ago.

When she opened the door she revealed a tall very thin ghoul. His skin was stretched and waxy, as if a ghost had been mixed with a walking zombie. His features were still enough to remind her that the shambling husks in front of her was human. His three piece suit was enough to denote he had caps. He also carried a small briefcase.

"Come in." Madeline said, trying not to stare at the ghoul's fleshy mass.

"Thanks." He said in a raspy voice like someone who had smoked six packs of cigarettes since they were a toddler.

Madeline closed the door behind him.

"What's your name stranger?" Madeline said trying to break the ice as she motioned him to make himself comfortable.

"The name's Blake." he said as he looked a bit awkward as if he wanted to set down the small briefcase he held.

"First time?" Madeline said as she nodded at him and patted a small chest of draws that was worse for wear.

The Ghoul sat the bag down on the dresser.

"For this?" He asked before answering his own question "I've been laid before. But that was before the war. Only got lucky once since I turned into a freak." His voice carried bitterness. Madeline nodded as he continued.

"That's why I wanna have another go. I can't be long for this world so I figured I might as well try to get my rocks off one last time. The Gammorrah is too expensive or else I would go there. But this isn't cheap either."

He took out a large bag from the suitcase that jangled with the sound of many caps. It was massive, more than Madeline had seen in one time she was pretty sure. He set it on the dresser.

Then he took from the suitcase a large pill bottle. On its side it said "Buffout."

Madeline raised an eyebrow. Blake noticed her face.

"I ain't no spring chicken." he said with a fierce grin as he picked up the bottle and jangled it. "But with a few of these in me I can get hard. Don't worry."

Madeline, from her experience growing up as the Vaults doctor knew exactly what Buffout could do. It would certainly preform his sexual performance, though she had never consider that as an application. She also knew that too much could cause a heart attack. With a Ghoul--who knew what that meant.

"Everything...works with it?" Madeline said--meaning "Does your cock work?" which Blake also knew her question.

"I won't lie--its been a long while. Maybe 150 years. But I can get hard at least." He said shaking the Buffout bottle to add effect.

Madeline could still hardly believe that Ghouls even existed. Her logical and scientific view of life through the eyes of a would be doctor made her mind puzzled. But everyone in the Vault speculated how Radiation could possibly affect the human body. She had seen plenty of weird things since she left the Vault.

Madeline knew she would have to make sure her client was happy, and more importantly excited--if she wanted any chance to get him off. She looked at the overstuffed bag of caps on the dresser, then at Blake.

"Alright," Madeline said moving closer to him "We had better get you out of these." She helped him remove his clothes. As she helped him out of his pants she noticed what was left of his manhood. It wasn't particularly large or small. He was just flaccid and from her experience she could tell he was on the longer end, rather than given to girth much like his physical stature.

It looked alien. Its skin was warped and wrinkled like nothing she had seen. Blake saw her response.

"Ever seen a Ghoul like this before?" He said, half joking half a sigh.

"No. Never." Madeline shook her head. She hoped he would begin to grow. Once he was finally naked she noticed the strange sickly shape. She almost went to turn out the lights but stopped the urge.

Madeline took her own limited apparel off easily. She saw his eyes peruse her body with great care.

Madeline would need to get--And KEEP--the Ghoul's ancient member aroused...She could use the Buffout or try some more hands on approach. She didn't want to waste the Buffout, as it was a limited supply.