Pleasure sold well in goodneighbor.
The entire place was a dump. Filled with wasters. Gangs, and most of all, prostitution. A lot of women, including myself, spent our lives pleasuring the ladies, gentlemen, and ghouls of Goodneighbor. I didn’t really care for ghouls, so I stayed away from them. But it was a living. I mainly stayed at the third rail. They tolerated my presence there. And since I didn’t have an “employer”. There wasn’t anywhere else I *could* go to.
I mean, there was the metro system.
The Third Rail gave way to the ‘underworld’ of Goodneighbor. Sex *Really* sells there. They got freaky shit, strip clubs. And fighting arenas. Top notch quality. They also had all the lower chem bosses under Hancock. I stayed away from there too. Not my style.
So there I was. Standing in my leather-chain ‘strip-suit’ waiting for someone to come along and pay me for my services. An hour later. I spotted a woman entering the bar. Classic gunner outfit. Camouflage crop-top. And a big gun.
Yep, she’s a taker.
I walked up to her, no reason to be shy when asking someone to pay you for sex.
“Hey baby, looking for a date?” I whispered to her. The overcrowd of the bar drowned us out. But I knew she understood me.
“Heh, just the girl I was lookin’ for.” She chuckled to herself. I gave her a naughty smirk and played along.
“Well, I ain’t no girl babe, I’m *all* woman”
Smooth, she’d dig that.
“All woman huh?” She said, leaning closer to me. I took a precautionary step back.
“For… A… Ya know? Price of course.” I asked nervously.
Thankfully, the gunner nodded. “I wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t one.” She affirmed.
I breathed a sigh of relief. And she gave me her name.
“The Names Jane, we’re renting a room at the hotel. Let’s discuss business there.”
“Sounds good to me Jane, my name is Nya, but I’ll bet you won’t be forgetting it any time soon.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I hooked her in. Nothing does that like a challenge and a smooth 150 cap price tag. I’d be living the mediocre life tonight! We rented a room at the local hotel, the receptionist gave us a dirty look as we went upstairs.
Guess she must hate women or something.
Jane opened the door to the room. And I strutted in.
“Oh you won’t regret this babe. Not one bit.”
“The names Jane, Nya, don’t get it twisted.” She whispered into my ear. I chuckled softly and nodded. We moved towards the center of the room. It was a dump. But it would do. I pulled up a wooden chair at the center.
“Sit.” I chided.
She followed my order, and I ran my hands across my hair sensually. She gave a seductive smile that made me blush.
Tonight wouldn’t be as bad as I thought it was gonna be.
I slowly sat on her lap. My legs wrapped around her waist. In the dim light of the room. You could almost see our outlines in the shadows.
“Like I said… *All…Woman* “ I whispered into her ear.
She exhaled softly onto my chest. I shivered and stopped with the foreplay. I kissed her openly as we sat together. I let out a soft moan to get her in the mood. She just remained silent.
A bit weird, but whatever. I pulled back from her, and outlined her left breast with my finger. I pressed down on her nipple playfully.
“What’s going on soldier girl? Don’t tell me you don’t like the soft treatment?”
Jane gave a soft smile and leaned forward to face me. I almost lost my balance and had to grip her shoulders to prevent falling backwards. Not the most romantic move. But she didn’t seem to care.
She slowly glided her hands across my thighs over to the pink skull that served as the head of my belt. She kissed my neck as she undid the latch. I giggled.
“I knew you’d come around Jane!”
She nodded. Weirdly enough. I didn’t see a smile on her face.
She laid a hand inside my pants. I gasped softly.
Her hands brushed against something special I needed. I lost my sexual mood. I knew what she was here for.
“Hey babe, uh, there was something I- well, I need to take care of something I forget about really quick.” I stumbled out.
She gripped my neck with her other hand. I gave out a Yelp and tried to wrest her hand away. She had a blank expression. Before she pulled it out.
A twenty dollar bill from The New California Republic.
“Bingo” She affirmed before pushing me to the ground. I slipped out of our sexual tension as I collided with the floor. I writhed in pain as Jane picked me up by the hair and threw me to the bed. I gasped and tried to crawl away from her.
“Hey! Wait! Stop it! I can explain!”
She lept on top of me and straddled my chest. I had no chance against her. She was in the gunners for Christ sake. I squirmed around and pushed against her legs before giving up and trying to find another way out of there.
“Now… Nya. Let’s talk for a minute.”
My eyes went wide. It was one thing to be wrestled down to a bed by someone who found out my dirty secret. It’s gonna be hell talking to them about it! I needed to get outta here!
I saw her shirt. It was slightly torn from the scuffle. Well, it wasn’t much of a scuffle, more so an ass-whooping.
But I had an idea. I couldn’t win a fight against her fairly. So I might as well start cheating while she’s in the ‘talking’ phase.
I pulled on her crop top. Expoing her well-toned stomach. She groaned and pushed me deeper into the bed,
“Why are you doing this?!” I squeaked out.
“I just want to talk Nya!” Jane retorted she pressed me down by my chest, I sank deeper into the bed, before grabbing at her chest, she gasped and let go of me. I kicked her off and jumped off of the bed
*Gotta get outta here, gotta leave the room* I thought to myself. Jane was quicker, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to face her.
“Ah!” I yelped out. She looked me right in the eyes.
“Listen to me!”
I held my breath and and squeezed my eyes shut as she forced me to stand up. I wouldn’t go down without a fight though. I tried to pry myself away from her. Giving a hearty punch to her stomach, she doubled over and slumped against me. Using my advantage, I pulled her hand away from my hair and dove for the exit. I was just about halfway through the door when she caught me by the shoulder.
“I don’t wanna talk to you!” I scream out, flailing my arms to hit her wherever I could. It was no use though. She pinned me against the wall and held me there. I gasped and looked around. Nope, there was nowhere to go. I was pinned. She got me fair and square.
“Alright, I gave you fair warning, now say goodnight!”
She pried me away from the wall and held me in a bearhug. I gasped out loud and threw whatever punch I could muster at her. She grunted with each punch. But it was no use. I slowly faded out of consciousness. And with one final squeeze, I blacked out.
I woke up in a silk bathrobe. Classy, but confusing as hell. As I got my bearings, I saw Jane sitting over me. She was donning the same style of clothing. A dragon tattoo covered her shoulder. A new detail I had just noticed.
“You’re up. Finally.” Jane chided.
I tried to jolt up but was held down by several chains. “Ungh!” I groaned out. Before finally giving up. Jane shook her head.
“Shouldn’t have ran from me Nya. Like I said, I just wanted to talk.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes at her . Well, I tried to roll my eyes at her. It came off slightly pathetic.
Jane scoffed at me. “I’m not your enemy Nya. I just need your help. Now let me explain. About a month ago. I was drafted a contract to find the ‘Californian Ringleader’. Some metro mob boss who controls the local underground fight scene. I need to find him and destroy his business model. But, I don’t know *who* he is or *where* . Only that he enjoys prostitution.”
She sought me out Because of my connection to Tim. Great, I mean, I didn’t like the guy. But he was bad news.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I deny.
Jane sits closer. She rapps her knuckles on my chest. “Don’t. Lie. To. Me.” She irons the statement out like a threat. I nod obediently. And slowly start to explain my relationship with Tim.
“He was just another client. Until he decided that we were an actual couple. I declined, he got angry. And that’s why I’m not allowed in the metro anymore.”
Jane sighed. “I’m not gonna lie Nya, you made my job harder.”
“Oh boo hoo!” I taunt.
Jane ignores it and carries on. “So you got a bad rep with Tim right?”
I nod.
“Good, good, I think I got a plan.”
So it turns out that Mayor Hancock himself was fronting the bill for the gunners to ruin Tim’s fighting rings. Something about payment dues and power struggles. It was above my pay grade. I just need to know about the plan.
And boy, did it suck.
We were both supposed to sign up as erotic cage fighters. You know? The ones that strip down to thier underwear and wrestle each other until one of them gives up or gets pinned? Yeah, I didn’t really care for it. It’s not like I didn’t watch a match every now and again. Well, before the *incident* but. I never thought I would put myself in the actual ring!
Regardless. Tim’s main cash safe is with the erotic stage. That’s where we come in. We join up. Fight a match. And in the halftime, sneak our way up the rafters of the octagon and into Tim’s private office. Pray he isn’t there. And take the money. And erase all of his official numbers. Therefore Hancock had legal precedents to go after him. And his business tanks. A win-win for all!
I really didn’t have a choice in the matter. Plus, I didn’t want to get on the gunners bad side. Especially not when they’re running with Hancock. So I joined up. Jane and I strolled through the metro station in our bathrobes. Colorful show bikinis were hiding below the silk robes. It was a perfect costume for such an event. We entered the arena with few issues. Jane approached the ticket master and drummed her hands on the counter.
“Two fresh recruits sailor, we wanna fight some bitches tonight. And we wanna win! Don’t we Hazel?”
I scoffed at her original name. “Yeah, I’m here to… Kick ass.” I mutter halfheartedly. My bikini is slightly exposed in the bathrobe. But at this point it wouldn’t matter.
The ticket master looked us up and down. He grinned, “You two a package deal?”
Jane looked over to me. Then back to the ticket master. “Yeah, we’re a package deal.”
The Ticket master grinned and pointed to a secondary door into the Locke room. He lead us in. And sat us down in a shaded room with a leather couch.
“Turns out,” he said, taking out two leather strap-ons. “I’m also the judge for talent!”
He tossed the strap-ons to us. “Disrobe.” He ordered. Jane and I took our bathrobes off. Revealing our particularly racy attire. I was wearing a sequined purple bikini. Jane had donned a blue cloth bikini with no extra accessories. She was obviously new to this ‘arousal’ thing.
We strapped on the leather devices and the ticket master leaned back into his chair. “Now.” He said nonchalantly. “Preform a match for me. You two against each other. Go.”
I looked at Jane, she looked back at me. “You can’t be serious right?” I asked the ticket master.
“We just said we were a package deal. We aren’t going to be fighting each other at al-WHUP!” I yelped out as Jane tackled me into the couch. I looked up at her in shock. He grinned at me. “Gotta sell it? Right?” She smiled. I groaned and held my breath as she held me up by my hair to motorboat me. I moaned in her chest. This was humiliating.
I wasn’t giving it to her easily. I pushed back. Punching her in the gut and sending her sprawling back to her side of the couch. “Oh it’s on now ‘babe’!” I mocked. I jumped right onto her and we both clawed around each other. It was basically just a nasty cat fight. Hair pulling. Scratching. All that Jazz.
She gripped me into a bearhug. And with an exhausting gasp I smacked into her. She ground herself on me. We rubbed against each other in a sensual way. It was definitely an entertaining show for the ticket master. I started to falter. Jane was just the better wrestler.
“Ah!” I yelped out as she pinched me in the nipple. I screamed out as she wrestled back control over the couch and pushed me into the cushions ass up. She pinned me in a doggystyle position and held me down.
“This is getting kinda rough now Jane…” I murmur in exhaustion. She obviously pretends not to hear me. And whips out the strap-on.
“Oh no…” I whimper.
She laid two fingers on the crotch of my thin bikini bottom. And slowly pulled it back. She got herself and me in position and slid the dildo into my ass slowly.
I could tell she wasn’t trying to hurt me. And weirdly enough it didn’t hurt. But it was humiliating beyond measure. I was forced to look up at the ticket master. While he kept his dumb stupid smile.
I moaned in arousal and exhaustion as Jane continued to rock me. She pressed her hands on my breasts and held me down there. I yelped and tried to bury my face in the couch cushion. Jane pulled my hair up and forced me to maintain eye contact with the Ticket master.
“Ungh! Ah! Wai- Uh! Wait! Stop!” I stumbled on my words as she continued to ram me. At one point I decided to let it happen, and submit to her. A few minutes after that point. She stopped. She ran her hands over my neck, reaching my back. And caressed my sweaty body.
“That enough talent for you?” Jane added the comment with a sultry voice. It worked well.
I was out of breath. Humiliated. And defeated. I could feel my juices ooze out of me as Jane slid the dildo out. I was too exhausted to care.
“Well… That was… Entertaining.” The Ticket master joked. I scoffed. As Jane pulled me up into an exhaustive embrace.
“So… Now what?” I said wearily.
The Ticket master stood up. He gave a sigh of relief and cracked his knuckles.
“To Jane, congratulations! You get to fight tonight! We got a spot available in a few hours just waiting for ya!”
Jane raised her fist in a false sense of victory and sat up.
“What about me?” I groaned out.
The Ticket master lost his congratulatory expression. He sighed.
“You uh… Get to be the training dummy.”
**Great** Just fucking perfect.
The next few hours passed by fast. We decided that I would be the lucky girl to go up into the office and erase Tim’s financial records. And take all his cash. Meanwhile, Jane- Oh, my bad. *Kylie* was gonna go for glory and fight whoever she squared up with in the fighting ring.
Perfect change of plans. I love not getting backup when I’m about to risk my life!
Jane hugged me goodbye and left in her dark blue bikini to Fight. I snuck through all the hungry female fighters waiting to train on me and snuck onto the ramparts. Worst case scenario I was just some stupid ring girl who got lost. I’d walk back down. And come back up later.
I maneuvered through the maze of hallways up to Tim’s office. I slowly opened the door into his room. And noticed that it had an open air railing-view of the arena. Jane was about to make her debut.
“And in the Navy Blue bikini! Kylie the back breaker!” Jane strode in under her assumed name and appealed to the crowd. She threw her arms up and showed off her ass. Typical.
“And in the Leather Bikini! You know her! You *Love* Her! The one and only! Cait!”
Cait marched in with a skimpy leather bikini which fit in all the right places. She gave the audience an appeal and screamed out to them. She looked tough. But strangely beautiful.
They both faced each other. And as the bell sounded they began to grapple.
As much as I would have loved to see those curves in action. A voice called out to me near the entrance of the the room.
“The fuck you doing here?” A gruff female voice sounded out. I yelped and turned around to see a tall. Broad. Strong woman face me. Her midriff was exposed in a flashy dress. But I could see from her muscular physique. They she meant business.
“Uh… I was… Umm… I’m a ring girl. And I got-”
She bumped her chest against mine. Pushing me back a bit. I gave a small “Umph!” With the bump.
Behind me. The announcer called out:
“It’s just a punishing match today folks! Both women have been downed multiple times! But it looks like Cait had the upper hand! Poor Kylie is pinned against the cage wall. Oh my! Those gut punches are just flying in!”
I gulped down my anxiety. Jane was losing. Shit.
The broad security guard piped up.
“The name’s Brace. You know why they call me that? Cause whoever messes with me end up in a brace.”
I gulped down even more anxiety. “Uh… Creative?” I tried to compliment Brace.
Behind me the audience gave out a collective “Oooh!” I heard an accompanying *crunch* to go with it. I gulped down the Niagara Falls of anxiety.
I Turned back to see Brace pull out a Pipe pistol. If I could gulp anymore. I’d be draining the Atlantic.
I quickly kicked the gun out of her hands. Yelping out the word “sorry!” Repeatedly as she chased me around the room. I dove for a nearby metal printer and threw it against her. Brace grunted as she tossed the machine aside and tackled me against the table. My back twisted in pain as I slammed against Tim’s personal workplace.
The crowd roared on outside as Brace and I dueled over an office stapler. I gave a tight jab to her tit. Causing her to lurch back from me. I jumped forward with the stapler and clicked it over her earlobe. She snarled in pain and threw a heavy punch to my stomach. Causing me to double over in pain. She grabbed me by the bikini straps and threw me across the room like a rag doll. I went down next to Tim’s workspace computer.
I guess Brace dominating me worked out in the end. She probably thought I was out cold Because she fussed over her new earring privately. Mumbling about how Angel was gonna kill her. I wasn’t one for relationship advice with the women who wanted to kill me. So I dashed through Tim’s computer.
Thankfully the idiot. Was too stupid to put a password in his work terminal. Dumbass probably thought he was invincible. Well. If we wasn’t. He sure went through a lot of trouble to convince me he was.
At this point Brace noticed me still up and moving and bounded towards me. I sped through the files off his computer:
***Financial record***
***Are you sure you want to delete?***
***Successfully deleted***
Just then. Brace wrapped her arms around my shoulder and tore me from the computer. I hit the ground hard. And groaned as I felt her straddling me.
“You fucked up big time little girl.” She grumbled. A low tone of rage in her voice.
“I know!” I squeaked out.
She threw punch after punch at my face. I was thrown from side to side. I grunted with each swift punch. Giving out a slow moan as she pounded me. She held me down and threw her hands up in a hammer motion. Giving off a guttural scream as she threw her fists down at my breasts. Creating a huge *Smack!* sound.
My body jumped up a bit with the force of the the attack. The pain was blinding. I wheezed out a “stop”. Placing my weak hand over her collarbone. She snorted and pulled me up by the hair. In my dazed state I grasped for her chest in a vain attempt to stop her. She bent me over the desk and gave my ass a hard smack. I groaned with the hit.
She pulled me back and forced my face onto the keyboard of Tim’s work computer.
“Listen you little slut! You’re gonna reverse whatever you just did! Or I’m gonna take my unemployment slip and strangle you with it!”
In my dazed pained state I groaned out:
“D…Don’t threaten me with a good time…”
Brace screamed out in rage and pressed my face deeper into the keyboard. Causing it to creak under the pressure.
In the background. I could hear the announcer say:
“Cait seems to be showing no mercy! Poor Kylie has been striped to the nude! And it looks like she’s going to be facing the humiliation of a lifetime!”
I grasped around wildly for anything to attack Brace with. My hand stumbled on a nearby wrench. I slammed it against Braces cheek. She flew back onto the table. I bought some time for myself. I lurched onto Tim’s money safe. Opening the door. Which was also coincidentally unlocked. And took out a small Brief case. I tied to pry it open. No luck. Shit.
Brace was up again and I needed to go. I sprinted over to the railing to Check up on Jane. It was bad Cait had pinned her legs up to her cheek. The crowd roared on.
“Oooh! It looks like Cait is going for a humiliation pin! Heaven have mercy on *this* poor wrestler!”
I gasped out loud and tried to crack the case. But Brace got to me first. She bent me over her knee and held me there. The crowd counted our defeats. My failure. and Jane’s humiliation.
“1! 2! 3!”
I tried to roll way but Brace kicked me to the railing. I lied against them nude as Brace bored down on me. A kick to the chest. A slam on the cheek. A foot to the stomach. With each hit I slammed onto the railing. The Briefcase clattering by.
Miraculously. As brace geared up to kick in my groin. I noticed that the case was opening. The continuous slamming I’ve had to endure must have forced the case open somehow!
Brace threw her boot down onto my crotch. It slammed though. And I was thrown onto the railing for a final time. The briefcase clattered open. I laid on the ground. Exhausted. And humiliated. Brace knelt down and caressed my bruised. Battered back.
“Such a beautiful body. It’s a shame I had to wreck it.”
She ran her hand down the line of my back. Onto my ass. She caressed it slowly. I gave a moan of protest.
“We could’ve had fun together. But. Cest la vie.”
She picked me up one final time and pressed my breasts against the railing. I wheezed out in lack of breath. She pressed me down even harder. That was it. I tried. But it was over. The briefcase still clung to my hand. Still open. If only I could just get free…
Jane was visible lying on the floor of the arena. She was panting heavily as Cait strutted around her nude body. The crowd cheered on as Cait got ready to use Jane. It was over. I was running out of breath as the seconds went by. Jane and I locked eyes. Through the roar of the crowd. We both knew we failed.
Wait… The crowd. They could catch the money!
With all the strength I had left. I swung the case over the railing.
“No!” Brace screamed out. She let go of me to catch the caps flying out of the briefcase. It rained all over the crowd. Causing them to cheer.
With a new blast of oxygen. I spied two ringside assistants pulling up a mattress to take Jane away in. At this height, the fall would hurt like hell. But I would make it.
I swung myself over the railing. In my mid air stupor. I could hear Brace calling out. But I couldn’t care about her.
I bounced off of the mattress and flipped to the ground. The two workers were shocked at my arrival. But I was too tired to care.
I stirred a bit on the cold hard floor. But I stayed. I was in too much pain to move. Until I heard the announcer boom over the loudspeaker:
“Looks like that’s it! Kylie got demolished tonight! It looks like she’s gonna get taken to the cleaners to lick her wounds for tonight!”
I stumbled up. Jane! I couldn’t leave her here! I groaned up and shuffled through he crowd. Bumping into male and female alike. I stumbled into the main fighters path. And bumped into cait was she was walking out. Our sweaty bodies collided. And she gave a small “ah!” As we bobbed off of each other. I gave a quick “sorry” and carried on.
I was able to find Jane and take her away. Dodging the glaring search of Brace and her cronies. I got us back to our motel room in Goodneighbor. She woke up next to me. We were both slumped onto the corner in the room. We were both exhausted. Beyond repair. But as we both passed out on each other. She gave a small thank you. I acknowledged it before passing out next to her.
When we awoke. She groaned slightly. And
Gave a small “hey.” I replied back. “Hey there fighter. How was your nap?”
She groaned and gripped her chest. “Painful. We got our asses kicked.” We both chuckled on that fact.
“Is it done?” She asked me.
I nodded.
She gave a sigh of relief and caressed my cheek.
“Well Nya, I gotta say. We make a great team…”
I scoffed. “I guess.” I groaned out. Before curling up next to her. “Maybe we should make it my new job or something.” I joked.
She chuckled. “Sure. But before we pass out again. Answer me one thing.”
“What?”
“Why did you keep a bill from the NCR in your pants?”
I gave a weak chuckle.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
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