Six had been anticipating the seduction since she'd completed the Groesbeck assignment to the Legion's satisfaction. Vulpes's praise had pleased her more than it should have done, and he'd noticed. Despite knowing what a terrible idea it was to become involved with this man, she had fantasized about it more times than she cared to admit. When would it happen, and where? What depravities would they act out together? These thoughts had kept her loneliness at bay, even in the Sierra Madre, where she knew no one would ever find her.
Now, Vulpes's tongue was in her mouth and his fingers were in her pussy and she had made it way too easy for him. Felt awful nice, though, being touched all languorous and lazy, like this wasn't a way to manipulate her into doing what Caesar wanted.
Today's attempt to control her was more pleasant than a slave collar and less aggravating than intimidation, to be sure, but it stuck in Six's craw more than those other methods. A slave collar was brutal but straightforward: do as you're told or your dome goes pop. Intimidation was hilarious—especially coming from a disembodied head on a video screen or a Jetted-up cannibal with an unnatural affection for Brahmin—but understandable; Six's small frame and helpful nature often gave men of a certain disposition the wrong indication about her ability to defend herself and the people she loved.
Subordination through sex was just insulting. As if an orgasm would cause her to reevaluate her whole understanding of ethics, and henceforth fall ass over teakettle to do the bidding of a bunch of slaving misogynists. As if Vulpes's dick had magical powers.
Yet, there she was, crying out in delight as Vulpes thrust a third digit inside her. She dug her nails into the nape of his neck and, feeling him hard beneath his slacks, Six pushed back and rubbed up against him. Vulpes growled at the friction and squeezed her breast.
"Mea speciosa," he whispered. "Te delectat hoc?"
"Oh yes," Six moaned. She had no idea what he'd just asked her, but it sure sounded pretty. Vulpes withdrew his fingers, and Six furrowed her brow. "Wait, what'd I say?"
"Shhhh," Vulpes sibilated, bringing his fingers to her lips. "Taste."
Six clutched his arm and took each of his fingers into her mouth in turn. She whirled her tongue around them, sucking her own nectar from them, relishing the strange flavor. When she was finished, she turned her body towards him and kissed him again, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer. This time it was Vulpes who lost himself, breaking the kiss to moan at the feel of her against his body.
Six smiled, and shoved him against the wall. She wasn't as strong as he, but the act caught Vulpes by surprise and he stumbled. She fell to her knees and unbuckled his belt.
"Where's your hat?" she asked.
"What?"
"Your hat. Where is it?"
"On top of the bookshelf. How is that relev—ohhh."
Six had pulled out his cock and was gripping it tightly. "Not so easy, is it?" she said, her breath fluttering against his sensitive skin. "Carrying on a conversation with somebody's hands on your business?"
"Six…" Vulpes groaned, as the Courier tugged his trousers down for better access. She ran her tongue slowly from the base of his phallus to the tip, and he threaded his fingers through her dark hair.
"Vulpes?" Six looked up at him. The Fox and the Courier each noticed a predatory gleam in the other's eyes as they stared.
"You look good on your knees."
Six was naked but for the fedora perched rakishly on her head and the ballet flats on her feet. As she sat atop the dresser, she pointed a .45 auto pistol at a visibly amused Vulpes Inculta.
"That really isn't necessary, you know," Vulpes said as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Though it is a lovely weapon."
"It was a gift," Six said, "from a very special friend. He called it A Light Shining in Darkness, but I call it Joshua."
Vulpes slid his shirt down his shoulders and laid it on the bed behind him. Scars were etched deep into his lean torso, a biography of tribulation written on his skin.
"In your fantasy, am I in Caesar's tent?" he asked, feigning disinterest.
"No," she replied. Vulpes nodded smugly, as if he'd known this would be her answer. Six began to brush the barrel of the pistol against her left nipple. "The Burned Man's long since trussed you up and had you delivered to his cave. Now he spends most of his free time showin' you the error of the Legion's ways. With his cock."
"The Burned Man is a myth," Vulpes smirked. "You'll have to do better than that."
"He's not a gentle lover, that Mister Graham" Six said, moving the gun lower down her body. "He's cold, and cruel, and he don't care about your pleasure so much as your humiliation. You'll plead for his forgiveness, but he'll tell you forgiveness ain't his to give. 'Only God forgives,' that's what he'll say. And then he'll fuck you deeper. You're not a gentle lover, are you, Vulpes?"
Quicker than Six's mind could process, Vulpes was on her. The weapon was out of her hand and in his. Her breath hitched as Vulpes pressed the edge of the barrel firmly on her clit.
"Weak," he growled into her ear. With each word Vulpes spoke, Six bucked her hips, rubbing the cold metal harder against her on each thrust. "Torpid, insolent," Vulpes continued. "Degenerate. Do you prefer the feel of metal inside you to flesh? Is that why you fuck the robot?"
"The robot," Six breathed, "doesn't ask me stupid fucking questions."
They fucked against the wall, knocking over the fake fern and sending it rolling across the ostentatious throw rug. Six scored Vulpes's back with her fingernails until he bled, red life seeping from his skin like lava from the earth. Vulpes bent Six over the desk and railed her, his knuckles white and his lungs gasping for air. He grabbed her hair and pulled, sinking his teeth into her neck until his tongue tasted copper. They bloodied the sheets when she rode him on the Queen-sized bed. Vulpes flipped them over, throwing her leg over his shoulder as Six tugged at her nipples.
Her screams echoed off the walls, an aria of pleasure and pain. He came on her belly, on her tits, and they licked each other clean.
"That," said Six, "wadn't half bad."
"Not half bad?" Vulpes scoffed. "Woman, I had you speaking in tongues."
"Like I said," Six smirked.
Vulpes rolled on his side, facing her. He nibbled on her ear. "You know," he purred. "We could do this again. Anytime you want."
"Uh huh," said Six. "And all I gotta do is…"
"Join us," Vulpes finished. "You'll be my protégé. I can teach you how to be an effective frumentaria. The first frumentaria. Help you improve on the skills you lack. Stealth, for example. Unarmed combat. Together, we can shake this barren land to its foundations, and usher in a new era of prosperity under Lord Caesar."
"You practice that much?" Six retorted, raising an eyebrow. "Wait. Don't answer that. What kind of salesman would you be if you didn't rehearse your pitch before the big meet-up?"
"No need to be glib, Courier," Vulpes said. "I'm serious. I want more from you. I have since the moment we met."
"Yeah," Six drawled. "You need to go."
Vulpes frowned. "You don't want me to stay?"
"That's what 'you need to go' means, last I checked."
Vulpes nodded curtly, and rose from the bed. Six looked away from him as he dressed.
"Consider my offer," Vulpes said, placing his fedora on his head. "I guarantee you won't receive a better one anywhere in the Mojave."
"Don't get any Cloud kiss on your skin," Six advised. "Burns like a sonofabitch."
Again, Vulpes nodded, and without another word, he left the room. Six sighed. Stupid of her to forget, even for a moment, his reason for being here. In a way, she was glad he'd shattered the pretense so soon. Any longer and she might have doubted herself. It had been a gamble, taking him in the way she did. Six was never lucky, but gambling sure was fun.
As Vulpes passed by the bar on his way out, he slammed a few caps down in front of Garret.
"For the sheets," he sneered.
He could feel the barkeep's glare on his wounded back halfway to the Fort.