Go to Boss Murphy

It sounds as though there is plenty going on around New Gurlberg. If you’re going back out there, you’ll need to be better prepared.

The gunsmith and the merchant share a booth not far from Reggie’s tavern. The gunsmith is a tall, strong, hairy guy with a dark beard. The merchant is a plump brunette who wears a cowboy hat and carries a rifle on her back. Her name is Sadie, and his name is Eric. They seem friendly enough. Sadie’s selection is not extensive, but it’s enough. You are not a combat specialist, and you know only enough about guns to get by.

You think that a little more firepower might not hurt, but you don’t want anything too difficult to use. You purchase a shotgun with two barrels that have been sawed down. It’s easy to use and packs more of a punch than your 9mm.

You smile at Sadie after watching her bend to get a box of shells to place on the counter beside the gun.

“I like your boots,” you tell her. You saw her eyes glance down at the bulge in your suit, and you distinctly recall how much she enjoyed watching those twins fucking with you on your first night here.

She blushes slightly and clears her throat. She points at your Mauser.

“Let me have a look at that,” she says.

You empty it and hand it over, turning on your smoldering gaze, which she avoids, blushing harder.

She reaches under the counter and pulls out a wooden stock. “I’ve had this for ages. Nothing to put it on,” she says. With a satisfying click, she attaches it to your Mauser. That stock was made for this gun. What a coincidence.

She gives you a little smile and hands it back. “On the house,” she says.

“Thanks,” you tell her. “How can I show my gratitude?”

Eric appears, putting his arm around Sadie. He looks down at you without hostility.

“You could let me do some work on it for you,” he says. “Two hundred caps.”

Nice. She lures you in with a freebie to get you to buy services from Eric. This couple has a nice business model. But… Sadie thinks that you have a nice model, and Eric doesn’t mind.

But you need to focus and think about work, at least for now.

“Sure,” you say, and he takes the gun and disappears into the workshop.

Sadie holds your gaze for a moment. You try not to laugh as you hand over the caps. You purchase new boots that will be better for the swamp and a Kevlar vest, which she helps you strap on. You don’t need help putting it on, and you don’t need help putting a holster on your thigh for the shotgun, but she clearly enjoys touching you.

“Thanks,” you say.

“My pleasure.”

You load up the shotgun and snap it shut, dropping it in the holster. You pick up a copy of Sultry Suzie and read a few pages of Suzie getting spanked until she cums, then comedically trying to get through her day without having to sit down on her tender backside. As you read, you listen to the hubbub of New Gurlberg. Even after such a short time here, it has become normal for you. This place feels safe and familiar.

Eric emerges with your gun, laying it out on a cloth on the counter. He’s a big, serious-looking guy, but you know when people like you. These two like you. That’s probably why you’re getting this level of service from them.

“I cleaned it and added threads to your barrel. I welded on a taller front post and lifted the elevation, so if you put a suppressor on it you’ll still be able to aim,” he says. The gun gleams under the single bulb light. It looks much better now, and with that shoulder stock you can be a bit more accurate. It won’t work as well for trouble up close, but that’s what your shotgun is for.

“Thanks,” you say. He’s also clipped on a strap so you can sling it over your back like a rifle. You slip bullets into the box magazine, slap it in there, and put it on.

“Come back soon,” Eric says.

“We like working on… quality guns,” Sadie adds with a smile. “Ouch.” He must have just pinched her ass.

“Sounds good,” you say, waving as you walk out.

That went well. Having a little charisma and a visible bulge can go a long way.

Boss Murphy occupies a large office on top of the settlement’s main building. There’s no guard or anything, but you can understand why that is now that you have seen Boss Murphy. You climb a creaky set of metal stairs. The sun is up and there’s too much glare for you to see through the windows. You knock on the door, built of wooden planks.

“Come in,” a voice says from inside. You hear a noisy grunt, but that doesn’t deter you.

You open the door and step inside. Boss Murphy’s office is so big because it’s also a home gym. Assorted weights and equipment is scattered around. There’s a desk, but she’s working out right now, gripping bars and lifting her legs with weights piled on her ankles. Her huge abes are in sharp definition. She wears just a tight pair of shorts and a bra of some kind. Sweat drips off her green body. The bulge in her shorts is breathtakingly large.

She lets her weights down and stands up, approaching. She towers over you.

“What can I do for you?” she asks, planting her hands on her muscular hips.

“I heard you had work,” you say.

“You’re the new girl. Vault dweller,” she says, picking up a towel and wiping herself off. “I can tell by your skin that you haven’t been up here long.”

“That’s right,” you say. No reason to deny it.

“You must think that you can handle yourself.”

“Guess so.”

“People around here just talk about you as a sweet piece of ass at Reggie’s place,” she notes, looking at you over her shoulder.

“They say I’m sweet?”

Boss Murphy smiles and looks you up and down. “You want work. I don’t know you, so no payment upfront. You have to deliver if you want your caps.”

“That’s fine.”

“All right. Go to Old Gurlberg.”

“Trouble with your Free Gurls?”

She shakes her head. “No. Stay away from them. You’ll go east from Old Gurlberg until you find a big place in the swamp. It used to be a house, I guess. It’s huge. I want you to check it out for me. Search the place. Report back what you find.”

“What am I looking for?”

“Anything unusual,” she says.

“Like what?”

“I think you’ll know.”

“What if I don’t find anything?” you ask.

“You’ll need to bring back some items to prove to me that you actually went. I’ve been to this place,” Boss Murphy says. “So I’ll know if you’re lying. I want to know if it seems like anyone’s been camping out there.”

You nod. “I can do that. What if I find them?”

“It’ll be them or you,” Boss Murphy says. “They don’t want to be found.”

“Could you be more vague?” you ask.

“You want the job or not?”

“We need to negotiate my form of payment.”

“You don’t like caps?”

“I like caps. But I need something extra,” you say, holding her gaze. “A little DNA sample. From you.”

She looks taken aback. The floor shakes slightly as she strides back across the room, bending over to come face to face with you. She’s looking for you to give some ground, but you don’t. She smiles.

“Cheeky,” she says, then stands up straight and gazes down at you. “Agreed. Better get going. You’ll want to make the most of the daylight if you’re going to bring that ass back to me in one piece.”

You leave her office. You have a job, but you have to make a choice.

Bring Chastity with you? Or have her stay behind?

[ If you bring Chastity, you will gain the benefits that she brings as a party member, but she can potentially be hurt or killed. If you have Chastity stay in New Gurlberg, she will continue to work, earn caps, acquire equipment for herself and gain experience until you come back. ]