Alright, know it look long ( at least by my standards ) but here it is Chapter 8. Thanks for the review Ninth Lady, needed at least one. Enjoy.
The last few minutes before reaching Smith Casey's was gut wrenching. She didn't pause to take a breath while she rape his ear canal. Speaking of all the great things her dear old dad had done, how she was going to find him, how everyone knew he was going to do something big. Something grant, she would shout. Some of it sounded as if she was only speaking to herself. Only a few statements seemed directed at him, and only because she gave him a glance every now and then did he think that.
She continued to blab on, even while they took that last few steps to the double door garage. He paused and so did she, looking at him directly. Only then did she cease her persistent yammering.
"You gettin' cold feet?" she smirked annoyingly, "Big bad ol' ghoul afraid of a Vault?"
She made a 'snickering' type noise. He had to give it her, the kid had gall. Despite how rough and cold he had been with her, she seemed to hold the idea of 'he wasn't going to leave cause no one can say 'no' to my pussy'. It was actually entertaining, the way she thought. So, instead of growling at her like he had originally wanted to, he just smirked. She could think what she wanted if it pleased her, but he was gonna just end up taking his frustration out on her in other ways. Ways maybe she hadn't considered when she'd begged him to follow her.
With that little thought in mind he began his way to the door, ahead of her. Walking in front of her was a simple pleasure he'd grown to love.
"I won't even point out the irony of your berating, " he lifted the door up, his muscles bulging as the door clamored up, revealing a surprisingly cold and crisp garage. "...now move that ass inside." He gave her a dark look.
Regardless of her previous stance she looked recessed. She was being dominated by him again and she was trying to pretend she didn't like it. She did, he knew already. His eyes followed her, then followed her curvy backside as she entered the garage. That ass was making his skin crawl. Expertly, he concealed his need and dropped the support of his arm from the door, letting it slam down on the concrete with a loud bang. He managed to catch a look at her as she jumped. His previous smirk widened.
Now they were submerged in darkness. He heard her fumble, then the faint green glow of her Pipboy illuminated the area. Not well, but he could see where things began. His eyes fell on her, her head was whipping from side to side.
"Well...?" he enquired gruffly.
She didn't look at him, instead she began searching. Ignoring him.
He grumbled. The girl was either afraid of him, aroused, or completely ignoring him. Either way it was confusing. His face scrunched together, thinking of all the odd shit she seemed to do. She was either a hellraiser, or a pussy....
'Pussy...'
He felt his mouth go dry. That was the only thing keeping him near her. It was turning into a game, at least for him he knew it was. That hot spot she had between those sweet thighs was all he enjoyed about her. The only thing. He reassured himself of that fact as he recalled all the things he hated about her.
While he was making up his one sided check list in his mind a crash rang. She cursed and growled, creating quit a ruckus. From her tone of voice he ruled out the possibility of her being seriously injured. Casually he rounded the corner where she was. A toppled metal shelf had fallen. She was pulling a 'Duck and Cover' out from under the rubble, cursing as she went. He listened to her form another string of curse words, cringing as she ripped the edge of the book.
"Fuck!", she yelled so loud it echoed in the small confinements. He was vaguely impressed by the shrill sound. He would have been more so if the sound wasn't also infuriating and childish.
"Do you need to make a scene every where you venture..?" he drawled looking around the room absentmindedly. There had to be some secret shaft somewhere, or a manhole. In the side of his vision he saw her scrunch her face and frown. She look angry but his eyes weren't on her then, instead they traveled over the wall and down to the floor behind her.
'Bingo'
There, right behind the little twit, was a drop hatch. Exactly what she was looking for he figured.
"Yeah? Well how about you kiss my as-"
"Shut up." he spoke back to her harshly.
She stopped too, which was the funny thing about their 'relationship'. Her posture was leaning as if he had barked at her.
He growled as he stared at her. She was looking like a deer caught in headlights. "Behind...you..." he wanted her to feel stupid, as he spoke to her like she was dumb. She only looked half hurt as she turned around. He wished he could see her face then. He enjoyed one-upping her even in small situations. She seemed to always be trying to turn the tables on him and it never worked. Well...normally never worked. 'Except when she's moaning and quivering.'
He stood in the archway, watching her fumble with the latch. Eventually she lifted the heavy lid up, a small grunt leaving her as she did. Again, he found himself slightly impressed by her. 'You hate her, remember.' He remembered. He glanced at the exposed leg she gave while leaning over to look down the hole. Smooth flesh was like jet to him. Like a large dose of jet. He momentarily closed his eyes, craving to do one of two things. To either fuck her now or kick her down that hole. Maybe her head would crack if she fell hard enough. The violent thought faded into a lustful one. The idea of fucking her over the opening sounded good too.
Her voice drug him from the ghastly ideas. She was staring at him, in close proximity too. He gained his bearings, looking back at her with faked uninterest.
"What are you rambling on about..now?" he glared.
She glared right back. "I said you should go first. The radiation could get worse down there, and I don't wanna be the first to find out..." he saw her checking him out, "..besides, not like you could get any more ghoulified, right?" she spoke oddly. Again.
"Yeah? Why should I do what you want? Not like you've kept up with your end of the bargain lately."
He was insulting her and he knew it. Insinuating she was a whore. She scowled. He knew how much she disliked that whore at Megaton. She spoke of her often, referring to her as a 'cunt'. Making her feel like that certain 'cunt' was satisfying for Charon. All to satisfying.
"You make it sound so bad, ya know?" her arms folded, only making her breasts look more appealing to him. He wondered if she knew that. Instead of causing a rebuttal she simply began lowering herself down the open hatch. He couldn't help but grin at her reaction. She was a stubborn 'cunt' too.
The area was cool and comfortable. Charon was surprised. Never, even in Underworld, had he felt such comfort. The smell of the air was fresh and clear and gave him a little high. She seemed just as thrilled and surprised. Perhaps the Vault she grew up in wasn't as swank as this one. The question he asked himself was...how did something this 'untainted' survive this long. Someone must have been taking good care of the place. Nothing sustained itself this well over such a long and harsh period of time.
She began to move, snapping his attention from the distant slugged door. Her hand motioned for him to follow and follow he did.
The door took no more then the press of a button to open. She stood by the control panel as steam shot through the cracks of the door. It pushed out and rolled off to the side, exposing the inner workings of the Vault. He had never seen a Vault up close, only in magazines before the war. His curiosity peaked.
She was giving him a smug smile, while she accepted a jump suit from an overzealous robot. Again he was cautious of how 'new' the Vault seemed. Maybe it was one of those that just remained unused.
Charon was busy giving the robot the evil eye, only when the bot began to shut off did he turn to the 'bitch'. Despite how he looked then, cold and composed, he was quit shocked to see her naked in the middle of the room. She'd tossed her dirty blue dress off to the side, now putting her feet in the legs of the jumpsuit. Only for an instant was he interested with her dilemma of having no under garments below the suit. She was wiggling the suit up her legs and to her hips, staring at him mischievously as she did. Playing with fire again was she? He growled.
Instead of instilling fear in her, like it should have, she just zipped her suit up half way. The arms of the suit sagged at her hips, the whole upper portion of her body was still bare.
"See something you like?" her voice annoyed him, but as she grabbed her left breast he forgot his aggravation.
The little thin fingers played with a stiff nipple. It coaxed more from him then mild arousal and he accidently let out a low groan. Instantly he regretted it, knowing full well she would take it as a point to her team. Thankfully though, she removed her hands from her breast and finished dressing herself in the jump suit. He felt stupid then, just like she wanted him too. She walked by him while touching the side of his hip, dangerously close to his groin. He saw a small smirk on her lips before she pranced off behind him, going further into the untouched Vault.
She left him there with his cock hard in his pants. He didn't dare look at the noticable bulge between his legs. He didn't need a visual reminder while the painful stiffness in his pants was enough.
'That fuckin' bitch!'
What a cock tease...right? What do you think? The tension still there?
