Chapter one: In Need of the Fisting
My trip to New Vegas had led me to the slums of Freeside. My throat was parched; the only establishment in town was the Atomic Wrangler. My trip had been long and lonely; with nobody to comfort me, the closest thing to confront was the screams of innocents as they were torn down.
As I looked 'round the dilapidated bar, I saw someone-NO!-Something special. Fisto, a blucky securitron built before the war. I looked to the barkeep and asked the origins of the bot. He replied in a simple manner; as if it was well know fact round town," That bot was made for your pleasure," He said, smiling back to me.
After chatting with the barkeep, I asked him," How much?"
The bartender looked at me with a satisfied grin," Only one hundred caps for one night with all the pleasure you could want," I reached the currance out of my pocket handed to 'em. He waved me off towards Fisto, as I walked to him, he said his trademark line," Assume the Position."
I looked at him with Lust filled eyes, "Not here friend, we must depart to our room of the night," I said dragging him way to the room. My heart raced at thought of what the night might bring.
END OF CHAPTER ONE, WAS IT GOOD?
Chapter Two soon to come? The Fisting Begins!?