By the time little Miss Vault 101 stumbled into The Ninth Circle for the fourth or fifth time and plopped herself down in the chair nearest Charon, shooting him surreptitious glances in the hopes that he would pay her some attention, Ahzrukhal had an idea.
So when little Miss Vault 101 finally approached Ahzrukhal, inquiring about Charon, Ahzrukhal was more than prepared to answer.
"Of course he is," Ahzrukhal said. "For a price, of course. I'm not sure you can afford him. He's very valuable to me, after all."
Little Miss Vault 101 leaned her rickety hunting rifle against the bar in order to pull out a pouch jingling with bottle caps. "I can give you 1,000 caps for him." Her eyes implored Ahzrukhal to allow 1,000 caps to be enough as she set the bag on the counter.
Ahzrukhal smiled. She really had a thing for the beast of a Ghoul in the corner. Either that, or she really needed a bodyguard. Of course, it didn't really matter to Ahzrukhal what she wanted Charon for, it simply mattered that she wanted him, and that Ahzrukhal was more than willing to exploit that.
"1,000 caps, you say?" Ahzrukhal snatched the bag and pretended to consider her offer. "Well," he continued after a moment, "in this case, I will be willing to hand over Charon's contract..."
Little Miss Vault 101's face brightened and she opened her mouth to squeak out a thank you, but Ahzrukhal held up a finger for her to quiet.
"...as long as you can do one other thing for me."
She nodded, overjoyed, and Ahzrukhal motioned her behind the bar. She complied, like the naïve little girl Ahzrukhal had heard over and over again that she was, and Ahzrukhal immediately pinned her to the bar once she was in grabbing distance. Slipping one hand over her mouth and one under her ass, he leaned close to her neck and whispered, "It's real simple. Something I think even you can handle," before latching onto the still-perfect skin of her neck and sucking.
"All you've got to do," he murmured against her reddened skin, "is get on your knees,"—little Miss Vault 101 whimpered under his hand, and he planted a kiss to her neck—"and use the mouth that God gave you."
Ahzrukhal pulled his hands away from her mouth and ass and placed them on her shoulders, gently pushing her down until her knees collapsed and she was completely beneath the bar.
And when she had undone the button and zipper of his pants and her mouth was tentatively enveloping his erection, Ahzrukhal looked a near-shaking, glowering Charon right in the eye and grinned.