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It was impossible to survive in the Commonwealth without armor. And you could get any kind of armor you wanted—leather or metal, light or heavy, and any combination of those in Diamond City. Here, at the Dugout Inn, you’d see a lot of strangers come in with their armor on, and Alanna always admired the way people wore it over their body, putting so much trust into a piece of clothing.
Alanna’s only armor was her beauty, and she had been taught from a very young age how to use it to her advantage. In a way, it was just as efficient as a full set of steel body armor—as long as she stood against a very specific kind of enemy. Naturally, there wasn’t much her pretty face could do against a deathclaw, but she did have a talent to lure men into surrendering information, bottlecaps and sometimes even their guns.
After her dramatic exit from Vault 111, Alanna had heard about Diamond City and she had decided not only to look for it, but to permanently live there. Of course, it wasn’t a lifestyle as intense as roaming the Commonwealth to fight raiders, but she slept in a bed every night and had food to eat.
She had to work to earn that comfort, and even if the Bobrov brothers were generous employers, sometimes Alanna found herself wishing for something different, although there weren’t many opportunities, here.
She had woken up in a cryo pod only to find her ex-boyfriend dead in the pod on the opposite wall. Nate had been a good guy, and at first she had been devastated by his death, but soon enough the Commonwealth had made it very clear that death was a blessing nowadays. And there was a reason why they had broken up, after all, and she definitely did not miss the constant disagreements Nate started all the time. He was dead and she wasn’t, and that was the end of it. Alanna had stopped asking herself too many questions a long time ago.
She took a deep breath and looked at herself in the cracked mirror in front of her. She liked the way she looked in it—like her body was as damaged as her mind. Sometimes she left Diamond City, just to take a look at the outside, and she typically drank herself to sleep those nights.
Alanna felt like the memory of the Old World was too heavy on her shoulders. With no one else to share the reminder of a better time, the contrast of it with the world she was living in today was often just too much to deal with. So she drank, slept, and started over the next day.
Vadim Bobrov entered her room without knocking, but Alanna made no attempt to cover up her naked body. He had seen her undressed more than anyone else in this inn, and she had shared his bed more than once. He sat on an armchair—the only furniture in the room except her bed—and looked at her ass while lighting a cigarette.
“Can I do anything for you?” Alanna asked, looking into her closet.
“Pick your best dress,” Vadim commanded. “The shiny one. It shows your tits.”
“In what honor do I wear this one?” Alanna touched the shimmering fabric of the dress. She had always loved to dress up nicely, and that was the only part of her current job that she liked. It wasn’t that bad, but she could use more dignity.
“I have a job for you,” Vadim explained, then he left the armchair to get closer to her.
He touched Alanna’s hair, and she rested her head against his chest. To this, he responded by fondling her ass.
“You’re my best girl, Alanna, you know that?” he whispered in her ear. “You have more talent than any other I’ve seen.” He kissed her neck, and she took the cigarette to take a drag from it.
“You can just tell me what I gotta do,” Alanna said. “You don’t need to shower me with compliments, or massage my ass like that.”
The man laughed and bit his lip.
“I would gladly fuck you myself tonight if I didn’t have more important plans for you,” he said. “Someone came to meet me today. A man who shall remain anonymous. He needs you to work your magic with a very important man and have him tell you everything he knows about the Institute.”
Ah. The Institute. A very sensitive topic in the whole Commonwealth, but especially in Diamond City. She could provoke an entire riot with one or two sentences containing the word ‘synth’ in them.
“And that’s it? Just get a man drunk enough so he’ll talk to me about the Institute?”
“It's a little more complicated than that, darling.” Vadim smiled, and pushed her long, blonde hair behind her shoulder to take a good look at her breasts. “The man you’ll be dealing with is the Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, that Maxson kid.”
She had heard of him through the drunken conversations his soldiers had at the inn, but she didn’t know what to make of it. To some, he was a God—everything he said was an universal truth, rumor had it he had the biggest cock in the Commonwealth and some said he was very strong and handsome and intelligent.
But others, who generally spoke more quietly, mentioned he was just a young man with a lot of responsibilities, too much pride and they had no idea how big his cock was because he kept it all for himself.
“I see,” Alanna replied. She finished the cigarette and grabbed Vadim’s hand to put it over her tits. “Are you sure you don’t want me? I could suck you off.” She could see the bulge in his pants.
“No, darling. You gotta be at your best for Maxson. Make him talk. I don’t care if you have to marry him or kill him in the end, but my client needs to know what he knows about the Institute. We need this. He’ll be here tonight—that’s why the client contacted me.”
“It won’t be difficult,” Alanna assured. “Will you zip the dress for me?”
“Ah. You know I’d rather unzip it, but let’s do it.”
Alanna got into her dress, helped by her boss. He then kissed her good luck and left the room. She spent a lot of time brushing her hair and used bobby pins to style it.
She put some homemade perfume in her neck and on her breasts, then picked a nice pair of black shoes to go with the black dress. Once she was ready and satisfied with her appearance, Alanna left her bedroom and made her way to the inn.
It was already crowded, mostly with Brotherhood of Steel soldiers. It did not seem the Elder was there yet, so Alanna sat near the bar and asked Yefim for a strong drink. She didn’t like to get drunk when she had an important job, but she did need something to work with. After all, she hadn’t been a prostitute Pre-War.
She used to work in a molecular biology lab.
The moonshine went down her throat fast, and Vadim gave her a tray with more full glasses on it to give the customers. Alanna grabbed it, and walked around the room, offering free drinks to everyone. They seemed to be celebrating already, but it became worse then Maxson entered the bar. She immediately knew it was him because he was dressed much differently than everybody else, and because of the way he stood and held himself. Also, she recognized the deathclaw scar on his cheek, the one she had heard about. Oh, and, every soldier already in the inn shouted his name and cheered loudly for him.
Maxson was an attractive young man with piercing eyes and a bossy voice. Vadim welcomed him and his bodyguard—a tall man with dark hair and eyes—in the inn and offered them a private room where food and drinks would be brought to them. Maxson nodded to that, and called for a few of his men to follow him into the private room.
Alanna helped Yefim prepare the first round of drinks. It was Vadim who served it though, as well as the second and third. That always had been their strategy—get them a little drunk, then she jumped into action, and finished the job. Sometimes Vadim liked to take her moments after the client had been done with her. It turned him on.
It was late in the night when she entered the private room, and it was considerably busier than at Maxson’s arrival. A man grabbed her ass as she walked by him, but she ignored him.
“Who are you?” Maxson asked when she stood before him.
“She’s the serving girl here, sir,” his bodyguard explained. “I saw her when we came in.”
“Danse, I believe this woman can speak for herself,” Maxson replied. “Can you?”
“I sure can,” Alanna said, flashing a smile. “Would you like to taste the Bobrovs’ special moonshine?”
Maxson put his current drink down and watched her, intrigued. He seemed already much more relaxed than when he had first come in, stiff and looking like he had never smiled once in his life.
Now he sat in a couch with his legs open, with cheeks red from drinking too much moonshine too fast.
“There you go,” Alanna said and gave him the glass of moonshine. It was just moonshine, vodka and mutfruit juice laced together, but the ‘special moonshine’ trick always worked.
“Hmm, this is good,” Maxson muttered. “Thank you…?”
“Alanna. My name is Alanna.”
She was about to ask Maxson for a cigarette—another thing that worked well and made men feel important—when a soldier loudly called her name.
“Alanna! Hey, Alanna!” he shouted. “Come here! I want to get my dick sucked by your pretty little mouth!” Almost everybody laughed.
That was nothing she hadn’t heard before, but Maxson reacted before she did.
“Rhys!” he called, suddenly losing his drunk partying voice. “You’re absolutely disgusting! Danse, will you escort him back to the airport?”
“Sir,” the man named Rhys begged. “I’m sorry, sir, I—”
“That will be all, Knight.” The tall guy, Danse, grabbed Rhys by his collar and dragged him out of the room. Slowly, conversations resumed.
“Please, do excuse him,” Maxson said. “Nobody here is used to consuming so much alcohol.”
“I’ve had people saying worse things to me,” Alanna replied. “Do you have a cigarette? I’m out.”
“Sit.” He showed her the seat Danse had just left. She sat, but made sure to angle herself to show both enough tits and legs.
She watched his gloved hands get a cigarette from a small metallic box. He handed it to her, and she leaned close to him so he could light it. For one second, his eyes trailed down below her neck.
He’d be ready for first harvest soon.
Sometimes, Vadim asked her to learn something from a man and all it needed was to get enough liquor in him. Another man would require a bit more effort—but once he had spilled his seed on her face, he talked.
Maxson, Alanna knew, would demand even more. She would have to fuck him tonight, but leave him wanting more so he would return at least one other time, possibly more. That meant not playing around.
That meant, making sure he would be finished as quickly as possible—he’d be satisfied, but not quite.
Really, intel extortion was an art, and she was great at it.
“Happy birthday,” she said. “Sir.”
Important men liked to be called by their titles if they had one—at least
before
they ended up in her bed.
“It is a very happy birthday indeed,” Maxson admitted. “Do you have more of this?”
He was showing his empty glass. Alanna needed him drunk, but still conscious. He’d have to remember most of his night. That was the point.
She got up and crushed the cigarette under her high heel shoe.
“That won’t be necessary, sir,” she purred.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, that won’t be necessary. I was sent here to provide you with enjoyment far better than moonshine.” She lifted her skirt a little and descended on top of him, straddling him in front of his men.
The soldiers’ voices became even louder behind her, encouraging their Elder to do dirty things to her. Maxson ignored them, apparently too busy to even bother.
“It’s not—necessary—appropriate,” he managed. But Alanna grinded against him a little, only a little, and buried her face in his neck to kiss and bite him. They’d soon go to her bedroom, but she knew men liked to be seen with her in public. Once, she had to let McDonough fuck her in front of six men, but now she knew his biggest secret.
Maxson’s hands touched her back, but ultimately he rested them on her ass. Alanna decided to moan, but not too loud. She moaned just for him, in his ear. And what she was feeling against her thigh couldn’t lie—he wanted her.
A second later, she was being lifted by Maxson. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, and gave him directions to get to her room, on the second floor. Once they were in, she closed the door after them, and Maxson let her go. Her feet touched the ground as gracefully as she could manage.
“Let’s take this off you,” she whispered, touching Maxson’s beautiful coat. The leather was smooth but sturdy, and the lining was made of something that resembled cotton except at the collar—she touched the fur there, and wondered from which animal it came from.
Alanna proceeded to remove the coat off Maxson’s shoulders. Underneath it, he wore a tight suit of armor. It was black and it was tight, and Alanna couldn’t help but to stare for a few seconds, while he was looking at the city from the window.
She usually had to fuck older, not-so-attractive men. But this Maxson guy was neither old or ugly, he was the exact opposite of that.
It had been a long, long time since she had been with someone like him, and she’d make the best of it.
He filled the armor he wore very well. She touched his arms, first. Alanna couldn’t help but to bite her lip—he had very muscular arms, and she was very curious to see how he looked naked. But she’d undress first, that was the rule.
*
The woman turned around, showing him her back. She had narrow shoulders and beautiful hair to cover them. She asked him to unzip the dress, so he did, but he realized just how much he wanted her at this very moment.
Her back was slender, and he touched it just a little before she turned around again to face him. He watched as she pulled the dress down, revealing her naked body under it.
Her body was smooth and her skin wasn’t covered with blemishes and scars. She had beautiful, supple and breasts that were neither small or big. Between her long legs, her sex was completely hairless, and at the sight of it Maxson felt his cock twitch.
“Take the shoes off,” he said. “And undo your hair.”
He was used to give commands, but it always felt different when he did it in a bedroom. It was not the first time he would spend the night with a whore, but it had been a while. Actually, it had been a while since having sex at all. There wasn’t much time for that kind of thing in the Commonwealth. With the Institute growing stronger every single day…
No. Not tonight. Tonight, he would not be Elder Maxson.
The woman—Alanna—was removing bobby pins from her hair. She stood in front of her mirror, but it was so cracked he could barely see anything in it. Too bad, he would have loved to watch himself fuck her.
He rubbed his hand over his erection, still confined into his underwear and armor.
Some relief would be more than welcome.
When she was ready—completely naked with her hair down—Arthur found that she was even more beautiful than in that dress. She still had lipstick on, but he let her keep it because it made her lips look nice.
She touched him again, softly, and began unzipping his armor after removing the gloves from his hands. Her movements were slow but kind, and she looked at him in the eyes the whole time. When the armor fell around his ankles, he kicked it and his boots away.
“Wow,” Alanna said with a hushed voice.
Either she was really good at her job, either she really wanted him. Maybe it was a little bit of both.
That was alright. Arthur had accepted that until he found a woman worthy of being his wife and carry his heirs, he still had urges and women like Alanna were essential to help him keep a sane mind. Actually, it had been Knight-Captain Cade who had told him that, but Arthur did not want to think about the old man at this very moment.
Alanna kissed him. Her mouth tasted like lipstick and moonshine. He’d kiss her again after she would have swallowed his seed, so he could taste himself.
He lifted her again and brought her to the bed, where he dropped her. He was more than eager to have her, now, and his cock was aching with longing. He kissed her back, her scent almost making him dizzy. She smelled like flowers and like liquor, a blend that was surprisingly pleasant.
She knelt on the bed. The city lights were mirroring on her golden hair. She took him in her hand, and he noticed how small it was, although she had long fingers, and long, painted nails.
He grunted when she gave the first stroke, but let out a moan when she licked the head of his cock, and then took it in her mouth.
He was too big to fit entirely inside her mouth, but what she couldn’t take she pumped it hard with her hand. She sucked well, though, and sometimes did something with her tongue that made Arthur’s eyes roll at the back of his head. She was very good at this.
He was rock hard, and impatient. He put his hand on Alanna’s hair and grabbed it. He heard her moan and felt the vibrations of her voice around his cock, sending shivers up his spine.
Arthur kindly gave two small thrusts to warn her, but soon he went faster, and deeper, and buried his cock in Alanna’s throat. He could hear the choking sounds she made, he could feel her nails digging in his thighs, and he could see drool and precum leaking from her mouth, but that didn’t make him stop. If anything, it only made him go faster, and faster, and every time he hit the back of her throat, Alanna moaned with him.
He stopped it when he felt like he was too close, and Alanna took a deep breath when he freed her. She had taken him like no other before, he thought as she wiped her mouth and face with the back of her hand. Her mouth was good, but he wanted to try her pussy too.
Arthur pushed her on the bed until she was lying down. He knelt and spread her legs wide open to take a good look at her. The smooth skin of her pussy was pink, and it was wet. He guided himself at her entrance, but Alanna pulled him close for a kiss. Her mouth now tasted like salt and metal. He trailed down to take her pink nipple in his mouth, and he bit it hard. She let out a scream, but there was more pleasure than pain in it.
He thrust into her, but her tightness made it hard to reach her deepest point. He eased himself in, largely helped by her slick.
“Elder,” she moaned. “You’re so
big
.”
He knew prostitutes had to say stuff like this, but he also knew that in his case, it was true.
“Call me Arthur,” he said, and he began fucking her.
The way she moved her hips to follow his thrusts was just as distracting as the way her tits bounced every time he sank inside her.
“Do you like that?” he asked, positioning his face over hers.
“Yes,” she replied with more moans.
“Don’t lie to me, whore,” Arthur warned, wrapping his hand around her small neck. “Now tell me again—do you like the way I fuck your tight pussy?”
He put pressure around her neck until he could feel her search for air. Her green eyes filled with tears, but he felt her tighten slightly around his cock.
“Speak, whore,” he threatened. “Or I’ll just…”
And instead of saying it, he choked her neck a bit more.
Alanna tried to nod, but because he was holding her so tightly, she could barely move her head.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Yes
what
?”
“Yes I like the way you fuck me,” she added, and he let go of her. She resumed her moans. He liked to choke her, but he’d much rather have her voice fill the room.
Arthur pulled out and turned her over to take her from the back. He pushed her head down, to get a better angle so he could fuck her deeply. He liked it when a woman could take him all—it didn’t happen a lot because he was often too big for them.
But Alanna let him position her to his liking and he was able to push into her up to the hilt.
He looked down as he pulled out and pushed in her, his thick cock disappearing in her tight pussy. Her voice was muffled by the pillows her face rested in. Arthur slapped her ass, and she screamed. He pulled her hair, and she screamed. She was dripping all over his thighs.
He would miss her voice and her mouth and her pussy, he thought as he felt his orgasm draw near.
He slapped her round ass again, but harder this time, and Alanna came.
Arthur had not expected it. Even if sometimes he felt like whores did enjoy his cock, most of the time they didn’t have an actual orgasm, or they faked one. He knew and he could always tell. But Alanna’s walls clamped around his cock, making it hard for him to continue fucking her.
Then he realized, this was the first time a woman had a real orgasm with him inside her. He had made women come with his fingers inside them, but he hadn’t been able to feel it like that .
Just in time, Alanna rolled over in the bed, and took him in her mouth. He went for her throat immediately, fucking her mouth with his lipstick stained cock, and the pressure that had been building in him finally released as he watched his shaft disappear almost completely in her mouth. He pulled her head against him to make sure she wouldn’t move, and shot his cum down her throat. She gagged, but he looked at her throat and watched her swallow everything. She sucked him off so he could fully enjoy her mouth while his cock was still sensitive from his release.
When his erection softened, he pulled out of her mouth and watched her lick her lips in a very sensual and suggestive manner. She had licked his cock clean, too. He thought, not without irritation, that she was more disciplined in bed than a lot of his men could ever be on the battlefield. He sighed at that, and stretched his neck.
“Are you staying for the night?” she asked, sitting naked in her bed as he went to retrieve his clothes. There was cum everywhere on the mattress. Arthur couldn’t help but to consider the offer. How satisfying it would be to lie down in his own cum, mixed with Alanna’s, and fall asleep with her warm body against his.
He could have a lot of sex if he wanted to, or had the time to, only Arthur wasn’t sure how to be intimate with somebody. He had never slept in someone’s bed. Ever.
“I’m not staying,” he replied. He brushed his hand on her face. She was really, really pretty. The kind of pretty you didn’t see a lot around here, or around anywhere.
She nodded, and he bent over to kiss her. Her mouth tasted like sex. The room smelled like sex and sweat. He felt good. This was a good birthday.
“Will I ever see you again?” she asked.
“Maybe. Did somebody pay you?”
“Some of your men paid Vadim, who will pay me later.”
He searched in his coat for some caps to give her. He didn’t have much on him, but he wanted to tip her so he gave her the 157 he had, plus ten cigarettes. She smiled, showing her white, straight teeth.
Arthur kissed her again and turned away from her, before she could mesmerize him even more. He opened the door.
“See you soon,” she said, and it sounded like a promise more than a wish.