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Vault 69	By : sandman-nobody Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 107266 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Hmmm… something tells me… you guys want… an update?
Okay, so, obviously it has taken me a bit longer to update this story than previously advertised. Unfortunately, I’ve been somewhat limited in my ability to write due to a distinct lack of laptop. My only computer broke a few months ago and I’ve been doing my best to save up for a new one since. Which I now have, obviously. But I do apologize for the wait, and I know some of you were upset.
Some of you VERY upset. And I just want those people (you know who you are) to know, thank you. Whenever someone is that upset that they are willing go out of their way to insult me, I take it as a compliment. That you love my writing so much that you forget manors and common decency.
As for those of you that remained polite, however, I appreciate it. There were some people that got a little nasty, but the majority of you remained very kind in asking about when the next update would be. To you guys, I am very sorry this took so long, but I’m back now and I’ll keep doing my best to maintain regular updates. However, in the future if I do struggle and fail to update on time, if you are really worried feel free to send me private message asking about updates. I’m always happy to answer. The same for reviews. So long as you are signed in when you leave a review asking about an update, I’ll always take the time to respond when I can. Otherwise I have no way to contact you.
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Tag(s): Missionary, older woman, large breasts.
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Chapter 7
Deep in the bowels of an underground metal nest, one young man was hard at work contributing in his unique way towards the future of his new home. Although, if anyone were to look on and see his struggle, not many would first think it was such. But whereas others were forced to trudge through sewage or break their backs lifting industrial pipes in place for additional plumbing, his role was unique in who he was compared to the rest of the population of this new enclosed world. Even as pleasure licked along his nerves and he felt the now familiar pressure in his loins start to reach its peak, he had to recognize that things could be much, much worse.
Throughout the ten days since Tomas’ fateful encounter with the woman known as Candy, her advice had been the push he’d needed to reach out to the crowds of women vying for his attention. Not for his personality, not because he was even that remarkable. Rather, they needed him for what he could give them, that being a brand-new child and all the benefits that came with. Of course, that’s not to say there was nothing in it for the young man. Quite the opposite. Despite his rough start, in those days since he’d given into his responsibilities, he’d found himself enjoying the number of quite beautiful women suddenly welcoming him into their beds. Unfortunately, as he continued through the ever-diminishing populous who sought him out of their own volition, he found the quality of bed partners… dwindling.
As he continued through the number of women he’d discovered that there were two types of women so far who were willing to sleep with a sixteen-year-old boy and carry his child to get out of work. The first, and so far his preference of the two, were the younger women. Usually beautiful with rich parents and used to life being easier than not. Not to mention likely used to sleeping their way through most of life’s issues. When he picked one them for the day, he knew he could look forward to some effort on their part to make the experience more enjoyable than it could be.
The first few days had been great, with more than a handful of these types of girls to pick from who more than knew their way around a bedroom. Suddenly he had college-age girls stripping down for him whereas only a little while ago he couldn’t even ask a peer out on a date. Unfortunately, when it came to picking residents of a vault, pretty and horny usually weren’t exactly the most sought-after traits to start a new civilization.
These girls were the daughters of important men and women who never aspired for more than to simply coast through life. These were the sisters and aunts of other’s just lucky enough to have gotten a pass into the haven of the vault.
However, it was the wives that Young Tomas found himself shying away from, even if unconsciously. Not that age was an issue. In fact, considering the brunt of his sexual education had been handled by a much older woman, he found his tastes leaning more towards the mature figures of wider hips and full breasts. Not all of the women in the vault had managed to age as gracefully as others, of course. But even that wasn’t something he couldn’t get over so long as they managed to have the right kind of attitude.
He could ignore a few wrinkles here or a rounder stomach there when it came down to it. Unfortunately, what he couldn’t ignore or get over was that, whereas most of the women so far had at least pretended to enjoy themselves, the older women typically found the idea of spreading their legs for such a young man… difficult.
The older he worked towards, the less inclined to participate they became. Taking his current choice of the day as an example, a very naked Tomas Swan laid between such a woman’s legs, his hips, and buttocks pumping between her splayed thighs at a careful rhythm. Beneath him, a woman he assumed to be in her mid-forties just laid there, waiting for the entire evening to finish as quickly as possible.
She wasn’t some twenty-something ditz too lazy to pick up a wrench. Nor was she the type of woman who was accustomed to welcoming strangers into her bed. In fact, judging by the wedding ring still on her finger as she cupped her breast, Tomas felt confident in saying that this woman hadn’t had anyone but one man in her bed for quite a few years.
This woman was a wife. Maybe even a mother. Who now had to betray the memory of her husband because she was fortunate enough in life to have never needed to develop skills like working or struggling. So instead, she was forced to turn to the only available option. The only thing she knew how to do. Which was to bear his child, as she’d no doubt done before for another man she loved.
Tomas didn’t like thinking about that. He didn’t like thinking about these women’s pasts. It was so much easier to go through and choose who he wanted based on their looks; which his current partner had in spades.
Aside from a figure that managed to still defy gravity after so many years, curled dark hair cut in a pixy type style managed to draw his eye as soon as he’d opened himself up to the idea of fulfilling his role in the vault. What’s more, she was adorably short compared to the women he was used to, almost matching his height. Which, of course, only made her large chest even more dramatic against her small frame. He’d thought it might be nice to be with a girl more his size, but the evening quickly soured as soon as they both managed to get alone.
It was always strange to see the woman who waited for him outside his house and class react when he stepped out. Each time he got to see a sudden and quick attempt to fix a stray hair or push up a pair of breasts. The women looked him in the eyes, doing everything they could to stand out enough to keep from going back to another grueling shift at their jobs. It was kinda like he was back home watching the nature channel. Unfortunately, whatever competitive drive that had allowed this woman to smile and thrust her chest out for his attention had quickly dwindled as soon as he’d gotten her behind a closed door.
Maybe she’d just been pretending the entire time to want him. Maybe she hadn’t truly thought about the fact that they were going to have sex until it was time to take their clothes off. Whatever the reason, the prospect of being touched so intimately by a boy less than half her age had quickly stolen whatever resolve she’d mustered. In the end, she hadn’t even allowed him to touch her until she finished robotically stripping out of her clothes. Instead, she’d simply gotten on the bed, palmed her breast and assumed the position he was currently doing his best to ignore.
Unsure of what else to do, he’d eventually done what was expected of him and climbed on top of her cold figure as soon as he stripped out of his clothes. Fortunately, he could feel his end of their evening quickly coming to a draw.
He let out a hot sigh and picked up his pace to bounce the woman into the bed with each of his thrusts. Her blank expression twisted a bit at the treatment, delicately plucked eyebrows drawing together as her breath rolled over a slight grunt. The admission brought the smallest of smiles to his lips, and part of him couldn’t help but want to hear the noise again. Tomas knew the best thing he could do in this situation was finish as quickly as he could.
Lucky for him, even if her demeanor was cold, her body couldn’t be warmer. All curves and delicate and tight; probably the naturally tightest he’d had the pleasure to enjoy, no doubt an aspect of her slight frame. Whatever the case, her participation wasn’t strictly required for Tomas to fill her with his thick and creamy prize.
Sex was awesome. Sex was great. Sex was slowly becoming one of Tomas’ favorite things to do, which was good considering how much he was expected to perform in the coming years. Unfortunately, even a pair of shapely breasts and curvaceous hips couldn’t detract from the resignation obvious in every inch of her stiff demeanor. And grunting and breathing with exertion, Tomas’ expression struggled to keep from grimacing as he did his best to keep from losing his arousal.
As if just laying there was bad enough she’d even closed her eyes; face turned to the side to avoid looking at just who it was thrusting inside her body. Tomas didn’t even get to enjoy the picture of her breasts bouncing with each impact of their bodies, one of the main reasons in picking her that afternoon, as she held both in each of her hands self consciously, covering her nipples and keeping the majority of their shape from view. The only thing that kept him from outright deflating was the fact that, while she might pretend not to feel anything, he knew that was not the case.
Even if her eyes were closed, she couldn’t do the same for her mouth. As soon as Tomas had pressed his dick into her warm opening, the pinched line of her grimace had opened in a silent gasp, and had remained as such, deliberately breathing at a slow, controlled pace. Now and then he was treated to the sound of another deep moan from the very back of her throat, but the noise was always cut off quickly. But as much as she might try to keep her bodies reactions from being known, there was nothing she could do to keep him from noticing the heavy flow of arousal that now caked his lap, leaking from her most intimate lips.
Whatever reluctance her mind attempted, the drugs in her system made her all but drip for him. Turning her insides impossibly warm around him as he thrust again and again into the softness he’d come to crave. He focused on that more than anything else, willing the sensations of her smooth walls to be enough to push him over the edge.
Tomas balanced on his hands and knees feeling his weight settle against the soft sensation of her body with each thrust. His figure bucked suddenly before pressing hard between the woman’s quivering legs. In effect, the enhanced length of his erection speared even deeper into her body, forcing the soft wet walls aside before finally kissing the entrance to her womb. Feeling the natural curve inside of her body, whatever Tomas had been trying to hold back was set free as he allowed the pent-up pressure to release into the woman’s body as well as an impossible amount of sperm-laden cum.
Arms tensed and back muscles clenched as he felt his pleasure burn through his system. His bed partner responded in much the same way, her gasping expression biting down into a grimace as she felt warmth infect the inside of her belly. She visibly shuddered at the sensation. A euphoric wave of pleasure suddenly washed through her, forcing her body over the edge she’d been clutching throughout her and Tomas’ coupling.
It was a disturbingly powerful reaction, nearly drug-like in how her brain responded to the introduction of sperm. But even worse was the satisfaction lifting the ache from her very core. Feeling the boy climax inside of her answered a nagging craving just underneath the constant arousal she hadn’t even known was there until it was gone. The older woman couldn’t stop from abandoning a breast to reach down and clasp the sheets underneath. Long nails bit into the fabric then, and would eventually tear the soft linen until Tomas seed eventually dripped short.
Tomas took a moment to breathe and enjoy the pleasure left lingering after his release. Unfortunately, the moment was cut short by a hand reaching towards his shoulder only to push him off balance and out of the woman as she immediately clamped her legs shut. Before Tomas could blink, she’d grabbed the bed’s blanket and grip the thin fabric all the way up to her throat. He blinked at the sudden shift in tone and stared as she continued to frown down at her lap, unable to meet his eyes.
“…Thank you?” They might have been the first words she’d ever said to him, besides when he’d asked her name. Unfortunately, the gesture was soured a bit by her tone, lifting up to match the conflict already clear in her expression. “but, could you leave” and after a moment added, “please?” as though that would make the moment any less awkward. Finally, she did look at him, only a quick glance. Unfortunately, all she could see was his age while naked and his crotch stained by her own arousal. A moment of horror overtook her. But she forced it down, telling herself for the thousandth time that this is what her Terry would have wanted for her.
Tomas just sighed knowing it wasn’t a question. No doubt this had been his worst experience since he started working his way through the vault. But it was over, and to be fair, it could have been much worse. At least she hadn’t cried or anything, he probably wouldn’t have been able to push through that. But now he could take solace in that she’d gotten some pleasure towards the end. And, more importantly, they were both free to move on and forget about this, hopefully with something for her to show for it.
He dressed quickly and in silence. With his back towards the bed, he knew the newest mother of his children was already doing her best to ignore he’d even been there. The fit blue material of his jumpsuit slipped over his smaller frame as usual. But tucked away near the door was the newest addition to his vault ensemble, which he begrudgingly took in hand.
He stared at the pipboy the overseer had given him, still finding it hard to get used to the idea that he was holding a computer in his hands. In any other situation, he’d be amazed at the level of technology; these things weren’t cheap after all. But considering how it had been given to him, it soured the excitement just a bit.
Finding out the vault had chipped him had been startling. They’d stuck them in his jumpsuits, every single one of them; which had turned out to be a good thing, considering that had been how his bodyguard had been able to find him after the mob. But also bad in that it definitely made him feel less than human. Suffice to say; he’d been pissed, and rightfully so. Unfortunately, he was too important just to be allowed to walk around without some level of security. So they’d come to a compromise. They were still tracking him, but at least now it was a tracker he could see.
He stared at the large screen and sighed. Of course, he’d heard about them before the bombs. But they weren’t exactly mainstream enough for the everyday household to get their hands on one. Now he had one literally forced into his hands, and all he could do was think about what a pain it was; not to mention a serious invasion of privacy. Although… he had to admit, it wasn’t without its perks.
Eyebrows raised he found himself pulling up the one feature he found himself using the most.
Yes, it had some video games the overseer had rewarded him with for his efforts towards the vault's population. And yes, he could receive any number of alerts or messages from those who had gifted him with the small computer. And yes, there was even a radio, not that there were any stations to listen to. But twisting the knob, he watched the display shift over to the very last tab installed into the interface, revealing… a list.
Names, so many names lined the screen on his arm that it almost seemed impossible that there were only a thousand of them. And as he scrolled through the long number, pictures began to load, flickering into existence just as fast as his curser. It was only after he passed into the H’s that he realized… he didn’t remember what he was supposed to be looking for.
“So… um, sorry. I know you told me already, but… what was your name again?” Mentally kicking himself, he could only wonder if his tight expression appeared as guilty as he felt. At his tone, the unnamed woman just blinked. Tomas watched her slowly look up from the wrinkled fabric of her blanket to give him a somewhat incredulous stare. He could only wonder how this might seem for her. While new to the bedroom manners, even he knew this was a slight guffaw on his part. Doubly so when he most likely just filled her with his child. She finally answered after several long breaths; her tone somewhat lighter, if only because he was back in his clothes.
“Penny,” her voice was soft with an echo of the sweetness that had been torn from her. “My name is Penny Beedo.” Blushing despite himself, Tomas just nodded before quickly jumping back up the “B’s,” quickly finding one Beedo, Penny.
His cursor highlighted the title, and the woman’s registration photo appeared next to her name. He didn’t need to glance up to confirm that it was the same woman, and instead focused on going through the now familiar process of highlighting her profile. Soon her name stood out from the rest of the green text, now a light pink. And when she went to the doctor to confirm her pregnancy, the next time he scrolled over her profile her name would be changed to a darker red. Just as it had happened to the ten women before her. His mother would be notified of the change shortly if she didn’t already receive the message. Which meant his job was finally finished. Well, almost… He hated this part.
“Ahem. Um, the vault thanks you for your contribution and sacrifice. Please keep in mind you’ll need to allow a full forty-eight hours to pass before the medical staff are able to confirm conception. In the case that no signs of pregnancy are found you’ll be allotted another two days of rest before your next test. In which case you will be awarded the stated… benefits: Private living quarters, priority Hydroponics distribution, additional access to recreational activities, as well as exclusion from the otherwise required workforce. This exempts you from penalties such actions would enforce, including but not limited to food restriction, recreations restrictions, and radiation scrubbing duty. However, if after your allotted time has passed and no signs of life have been found, you will immediately be returned to the workforce until another pregnancy has been made possible. The overseer has already been made aware of your possible condition so please feel to free rest and focus on your health until a security personal arrives to escort you to your appointment. Food will be delivered to you at each meal until that time.”
If it sounded like he was talking from a script, it’s because he was. It was meant to be reassuring while still informing his bedmates what they could expect until they’ve been transitioned. But blushing the entire time, Tom’s tone was as stiff and awkward as him. It was all he could do to get the words out. At least he hadn’t stuttered like the first time. Still, when he looked up to see Penny’s confused expression, he could see he’d been anything but comforting.
“right, I’ll just ah…” he turned to step towards the door. But her voice stopped him before he could reach for the panel.
“Do… do you think it worked?” He blinked at the question, only to realize it wasn’t that surprising. Most of the women were happy to lay back and enjoy their time off by this point, usually still riding the slight high his ejaculate introduced. For them, the worst thing that could happen was that they might needed another another afternoon, not that bad considering how easily they’d jumped into bed with him the first time. Penny was the first one to actually have a question after his speech. But then, he’d seen firsthand how much this woman had struggled. And it was easy to imagine that the only thing worse than sleeping with a sixteen-year-old boy was sleeping with a sixteen-year-old boy again.
“Your chances are good,” was his not so humble reply. And when she kept staring at him, the anxious fear still bright, he had to look away before continuing, “Um, it looks like those hormones are doing their job. let’s just say, so far no one’s needed the extra two days. I doubt you’ll need to worry about… repeating today. At least, not in this year.” And finally, he watched something close to relief relax her pinched features, returning her face to the modest beauty that had drawn him to pick her in the first place. She just nodded her head.
“Thank you.” She managed. And this time she sounded like she meant it. Knowing his best response would be silence, Tomas just gave her a small wave before making his way back out towards the hall.
His bodyguard stood just outside waiting for the boy to finish. Hearing the metal door slide open, she glanced in his direction once before taking one step away from the wall that she’d been leaning against. “Cafeteria,” was all he said before turning to walk down the right path. She didn’t say a word before moving to take the lead, but then, he hadn’t expected her to.
Walking in silence, most would become uncomfortable or anxious as their rubber boots thumped against the cool metal. But in this situation, Tomas appeared resigned to Robin’s cold personality. He’d done his best to get the womanly soldier to open up to him. He had to take into account just how much time they were likely to spend around each other, after all. But even his best attempts hadn’t yielded any kind of progress.
Best as he could see, the Sergeant was more than satisfied to keep this as a job. One she was good at to be fair, ushering him towards the number of rooms the Overseer had spread throughout the vault so that he always had available space to work. Not to mention his class and home and just about everywhere he needed to go.
Thankfully, there hadn’t been any more riots against his person. But even only experiencing it once, he felt better knowing the hardened woman was around. And… it didn’t hurt that she wasn’t so bad to look at either. And knowing she wasn’t going to start talking any time soon, the young man couldn’t help but take advantage of his tailing to enjoy the muscled figure beneath her suit. It was a strange beauty, and certainly not traditional. There was an obvious strength that shifted just beneath her skin with even casual movements. But there was still a softness to her that was inexplicably feminine.
She was so different from the type of women he was used to knowing. And the more time he spent with her, the more he found himself admiring the things that set her apart. Her strength, the unwavering confidence in her cool stare, both qualities he recognized he sorely lacked. And then, of course, there was still her rock hard ass.
Blushing despite himself, a small smile pulled at the corner of Tomas’ lips as he shook his head at his perversion; of which only seemed to grow by the day. This constant stream of picking out women to sleep with like he was holding up a menu was having a serious effect on his personality. For better or for worse, however, he wasn’t sure. Knowing he should respect women more was certainly an issue, but the fact of the matter was that he needed to objectify women for his job. At least a little bit. At least enough to look past the horrible backstories that came with each of them. The fact of the matter was, tragic was the new normal. And focusing on dead families and betrayed husbands wouldn’t help ensure the future of their vault.
Maybe it said more about his character knowing this was his first response to power, but part of him kind of liked having an excuse to be a pig. He liked the freedom of walking past women and being able to look at what they had to offer. Especially after being afraid of women and rejection for so long. He was the proverbial kid in a candy store. Free to taste and enjoy each treat as they came. And speaking of food…
The cafeteria came into view accompanied by the low roar of voices a few hundred bodies naturally produced. Tomas blinked, finally tearing his eyes away from his body guard’s swaying hips to search for the now familiar table he usually found himself sitting at. Sure enough, after a few seconds, the blonde hair of his sister and the darker complexion of Camille stood out from the sea of feminine features. He gave a small sigh before turning back towards his bodyguard.
“Um, would you mind…” he started, his hesitant expression trailing towards the near-empty line leading towards the day’s meal. Looking back towards the soldier, he found her grey eyes slightly narrowed, enough to earn a small jump along his spine. Nevertheless, Robin just marched away towards the line allowing Tomas to enjoy the few minutes he had left before he and his friend had to get back to class. Unfortunately, lately, that was easier said than done.
“Hey…” he started, lamely. Camille sat towards his front while his sister’s hunched, ragged expression frowned down at her plate beside him. Even tired as she was, Clair managed a brief wave before going back to slowly forcing a bland scoop of mashed potatoes into her mouth. Today some kind of meat appeared to be on the menu. Which could only mean whatever it had been must have been dehydrated, only to be rehydrated into what he was seeing now. Unfortunately, even drowned in a dark brown gravy, nothing could keep the food from appearing as anything more than a thick puck of meat. Suddenly, he regretted sending Robin to get him his own plate.
Camille felt the same, leaving her tray untouched in favor of a textbook. She dutifully scribbled away at a note sheet already getting a head start on their day’s homework before the school day was even over. Not bothering to look up from her work, as Tomas sat down she drew the side of her hair back around her ear before speaking, her tone as dry as it was hurtful.
“That was quick.” Tomas’ shoulders slumped at the jab, even though he’d already been expecting it. Unbidden his eyes dropped into a droll stare, knowing better than to believe her. It was just Camile being Camile. What else was she supposed to say to a best friend who had been inside of a woman mere minutes ago?
“You know, you don’t have to say that every time.” He still felt the need to grumble, eyes shifting to the newly exposed warm tanned color of her cheek. A few strands of hair were already starting to fall back to tickle the soft curve of her face. It was strange, all of his life he’d known her, and he’d never noticed how soft she’d become since they were both children. And now, it was all he could see. A sentiment that both disturbed and enticed him. In his next heartbeat, the young man forced his eyes back towards the table before she could catch him.
He wasn’t fast enough, it seemed, as before he could tear his eyes away suddenly Camille’s chocolate pair looked up from her book to meet his. “Don’t I?” was all she said, that damned playful smirk coming to life for just a moment before it disappeared. Her attention returned to her work, completely unaware of what even that small of an action caused to stir in young Tomas.
If he could curse, he would, and a certain red-haired woman’s name would quickly follow. Ever since Candy had brought it up, he’d been unable to so much as look at his friend without wondering if she really did have feelings for him like the older woman had said. Nowadays he found himself caught just watching her, staring at her from across the table when they did homework or when they just sat next to each other in class. If she’d noticed, she hadn’t said anything. But Tomas wasn’t exactly what most would call discrete and the fact that she hadn’t called him out on it yet only furthered his confusion.
Could she like him? And if so, since when? Did he even want her to like him? Did he like her? Did he like her more than Abigail? And that stopped him short, as it usually did when he ran down this particular line of thought. More often than not, he found these questions circling in his mind, even when he was in the middle of getting his work done with other women.
She was… cute, he could at least recognize that much now that he thought to pay any attention. She’d also started to acquire something that could be called a figure, curves he was fairly sure she hadn’t had before the bombs had dropped. Or, was it just that he’d never bothered to look before? Whatever the case, long gone were the loose tee-shirt and pants she’d favored above ground. And against the tight, formfitting jumpsuit they were all forced to wear, it was very hard not to notice the supple blossoming of her young breasts and the now apparent ballooning of her hips. Huh, maybe cute hadn’t been the right word.
To say it was frustrating would be more than an understatement. If only there were a way for him just to ask. Without actually asking, of course, that was crazy talk. However, if he couldn’t outright ask her, maybe he could try fishing for some kind of reaction? Just some clue as to if there might really be more than friendship between them. It was dangerous, but it was his best bet to get more information without actually committing to anything. Whatever his feelings were, he felt things would be a lot clearer as soon as he could figure out what his friend was thinking. Unfortunately, before he even had the chance, his sister’s voice exclaimed right beside them.
He looked up, surprised to see the blond woman do anything but enjoy the small break she was allowed before being forced back to work. Ten days hadn’t done any good regarding her mood, which remained somehow both short-tempered and slow to react. Yet, staring up towards the stage still set the center of the far wall, her eyes shown with clear and obvious distress.
Tomas turned to see what the hubbub was only to flush and look away a moment later. The Overseer was back, another woman in toe who couldn’t seem more pleased with herself as she rested a hand on her stomach. It was another announcement, about to proclaim for the entire vault, “hey, look who Tomas screwed!” He understood why the vault’s leader did them, trying to increase the group mentality to accept their new reality. The more women the population saw submitting to their responsibility, the less ashamed they would be to approach him for the same thing. Just because it made sense, didn’t make it any better from his perspective. Suddenly, Clair’s furious expression turn on him, almost accusatory as she shoved a finger in his face.
“You little shit,” she almost hissed, before drawing a hand down her face.
Tomas jerked back. “What’s your problem?” he asked, defensively. In response, she simply jerked her thumb back towards the stage where Mabel was now starting her congratulations ceremony.
“You fucked Jackie,” her long blond hair shook with her head as those simple words seemed to set her off. “You just had to fuck Jackie!” Her little brother blinked at the name before slowly looking towards the woman on the stage.
She was his sister’s age and had been startlingly receptive when he’d picked to her to carry his child. She was one of the younger women in the group, fitting in with the spoiled and useless category he’d discovered as a trend. Other than that, he didn’t really remember much about her, other than her ass had looked as good out of her jumpsuit as it had in. He hadn’t even been able to recall her name until Clair had hissed the words. Still, none of that explained why his sister was suddenly glaring at him.
“Do you… know her?” he finally tried. Oooh, had he fucked one of his sister’s friends? That could be awkward. Jackie, as Clair seemed to know her, hadn’t mentioned his family. But considering at the time she’d been naked and about to spread her legs for him, it would have been a little strange to do so. Thankfully, Clair just rolled her eyes.
“She’s in my division,” Clair clarified, meaning that this woman worked in piping in the same time block as her. “At least, she used to be. Until you shoved a god damned get out of work free card between her legs for the next nine months!” Her teeth clenched and she seemed to seethe for a moment. “Ugh, I thought she was just sick or something. Not-. God damn it, god damn it! Now I’m going to get stuck with her share of the work. Fuck me…” Letting that sink in; her anger was replaced with cold, tired acceptance. As though she just didn’t have the strength to be angry anymore. “Just… do me a favor and keep your dick out of piping for a while, cool?”
Tomas didn’t see any reason to say no and just nodded. This seemed to pacify Clair enough for her to let her face drop into her arms, already dreading the shift to come.
“But, wait,” he started before she could drift off. “Why are you gonna get the extra work? Shouldn’t it be split between you and the rest of the girls?” Clair didn’t speak for a long time or move, enough that Tomas started to think she might have already fallen asleep. But slowly, her head shifted until her clear blue eyes peeked over the edge of her arm.
“Should? Yep. Will it?” She didn’t answer, just snorting as her eyes narrowed. Tomas continued to stare, worry starting on his face. Looking at her little brother, Clair’s expression softened before she begrudgingly lifted her face to explain.
“Look, it’s nothing. Just… hazing. I had to put up with it all the time at college. Trust me; I’m used to it.” But the look in her eyes said more than just simple teasing and Tomas found something starting in his chest as he watched his sister look down and drop her head between her shoulders.
“Why though?” He honestly couldn’t understand. Clair actually appreciated that level of naivety.
“Why else? I’m your sister. They think, since I’m related to you and get to sleep in a bed instead of a cot and because my mom works with the overseer, that my whole life is easy.” Another snort. “Guess they feel like it’s their job to balance the scales.” Now Tom was looking really worried. Even Camille had stopped writing, looking up to share a scared glance. But the older girl just waved them all off.
“Look,” she sighed. “it’s just extra work, alright? They’re not beating me up or anything stupid. It can’t last forever. They're just… frustrated; which I get. Between the hours and the apocalypse and these stupid drugs making us all constantly-!” her tone escalated as she continued, only to stop abruptly as though realizing what she was about to say. She stifled her embarrassment quickly with a cough before making a point to look away from the two young teenagers before continuing. “That is… I’m just trying to say we are all under all kinds of stress. Still, if you can keep your dick out of my team, I would really appreciate it if you didn’t give them any more excuses to shovel more shit onto my plate?” she gave him a hopeful grin.
Tomas didn’t know what to say. Shit like that, it always bothered him. He’d been lucky in school to be average enough to fly under most everyone’s radar, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t seen what other kids had done to those less fortunate than him. A bully was a bully in his book, but if Clair wasn’t asking for help…
“Should we tell mom?” He stared at the table, almost afraid to meet his sister’s eyes. “Maybe the overseer? I’m sure if I asked you could get your old job back with mom. Or, at least get you placed someplace else.” But Clair shut that down before he could even start.
“Ugh, no. No way. Not happening. I dropped that gig as soon as I figured out I’d basically be stuck alphabetizing my little brother’s incubators. I’d rather be knee deep in oil and piping any day. Plus, pretty sure the situation won't change just because I switch jobs. Different faces, sure. But same reasons to be bitches. And this time they would actually have a point. I’d rather not give them an excuse to call me spoiled.”
“Besides…” she looked away toward her plate, her tone slightly mumbled. “I kind of made a big deal about not using my connections to mom when I asked to be reassigned. No offense, I get why you’re kind of a big deal now. But, I’ve never wanted to be anything special. I just want a normal life. Or, whatever that equates to down here. I know I’ll never get my prince charming or perfect job or whatever, but I’m determined to find someplace of my own to fit in. There’s a life here; I just need to stick it out until I find it.”
Tomas’ fears didn’t calm any but at least now he understood why his sister was being so stupid. Truth be told, he never really stopped to think about how Clair had been holding up. Between him and everything he’d been going through, she’d been a little left in the dust. He didn’t approve of her choice, not in the least, but if she needed to find her place in this new world him interfering was certainly the last thing she would want.
At least he had Camille. At least he knew what kind of future he had, even if it seemed impossible at times. For now, the best he could do was nothing. As much as that sucked.
“Okay,” he agreed. And seeing his sister’s real smile for the first time in what felt like forever, it was almost enough to reassure him.
“Look, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m a big strong girl that can take care of herself. Besides, I’m sure once my team stops being a pack of bitches there has to be at least a few I can make friends with. That’s… kinda just how girls are.” Her expression turned somewhat wry, exasperation and acceptance in equal measures displaying just how she felt about the kinds of games her gender tended to play. It didn’t erase the shadowed mood entirely, but it did lift just a bit. Apparently enough for Camille to throw in her usual dry, twisted humor.
“At least you have an in with Mr. savior over here.” Her half-lidded expression motioned towards the boy in question with a lazy flick of her eyes. “Worst comes to worse I’m sure he won’t mind helping you land your own nine-month vacation.” And then… silence.
Neither sibling said a word at the disturbing notion, unsure if they should be more upset that the girl would even think about such a thing, or that she’d been able to say the words with such chilling ease. The only thing keeping them both from outright exclaiming was the fact that they’d known the strange girl most of their lives. Finally, Camille just went back to her work, all but oblivious to the two pairs of eyes still staring incredulously.
It was Clair who eventually broke the silence, not even bothering to disguise her quick exit as she moved to stand from the table. “Funny,” she smiled, even though her expression said it was anything but. “But ah, I don’t think there’s enough work on our irradiated planet, much less this vault that would push me that far. And if you’ll excuse me, for once I’d rather be working right now…”
She hurried off without another word, leaving Tomas blushing as he glowered at the small smile rising on Camille’s face. Her type of weird never failed to get a reaction, but that was the entire reason she bothered at all.
The rest of lunch continued with that tone in mind, Tomas too embarrassed to speak up and with Camille apparently comfortable in the awkward space she’d created. Tomas did receive his lunch after another minute or two, which he did his best to eat. God knows how long meat was going to last, after all, even this sorry shadow of a roast. Eventually, the two needed to get back to class where Tomas was allowed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Most of the other young women were already in their seats by the time the two arrived. More importantly, so was Mrs. Green. Behind her desk, her eyes never rose as she finished putting together what she had planned for the second half of class. Always the professional. This didn’t stop Tomas from staring as he walked towards his seat, every fiber of his being screaming at him to reach out and talk to her. But she’d already laid out the rules. And he couldn’t be the one to break them.
True to her word, since they’d ended their after class lessons, their relationship had devolved back into that of a teacher and student. Every morning he walked into class, followed along with lessons and if he ever needed help she never hesitated to work through whatever problem he was suffering until he could solve it on his own.
There was no hesitation, no second half step in his direction, not even a glance. She was ever the calm, calculated individual satisfied to watch as he fucked his way through the entire vault. It hurt. And what’s worse, part of him was even starting to wonder if she’d been right. If what he’d thought was love really was just simple lust. But he hadn’t given up, not yet.
Eventually, he would get to have her again. Until then, however… let’s just say he was willing to experiment.
Class started and they worked through the better half of yet another renaissance play. Unfortunately, Tomas’ eyes roamed more often than not from the epic of Othello, much more tempted to keep peeking at the girl to his right. It helped that Camille never caught him, or, at least, never looked in his direction at the same moment. And Tomas took this time to resume agonizing over just how he was going to broach the subject of their relationship. He could only focus on building up his courage, by rationalizing that he would lose his mind if he kept putting it off for much longer. Rather, he needed to find out today, after class even; which sounded so far away when he made the promise to himself. Before he knew it, the entire length of their class came and went until he felt sweat start to build on his brow as he watched his friend gather her things.
A knot formed in his throat, despite his best attempts at swallowing it down. Making a fist, more sweat was already making his palms slick. He just couldn’t get used to it. Throughout a life of being nervous around every other girl their age, she had always been there for him, an exception. Not really a girl, though not really a guy in his eyes either. Almost as though she didn’t have a gender. Well, that had officially been corrected. And now she was the one affecting him the most.
Stepping out of the classroom, the pair was met with the familiar wall of women waiting for their chance to be picked. Compared to the first days the crowd had shrunk considerably. The most attractive had already been claimed, leaving the crowd fairly bland. Robin remained posed between him and them, however, her open baton a cruel reminder of what she was capable of.
Camille turned to look at her friend. “Round two, or are you actually going to try and study today?” She waited to find out if they were walking towards his home or she should just head to her dorm. There wasn’t any judgment, although maybe a bit sarcasm, but her impassive stare made it hard to see if she was seriously feeling neglect or not. Blinking, Tomas took what should have been a straightforward answer and twisted it until it was as confusing as he usually made things.
Did that mean she wanted to hang out with him? Did he want to hang out more with her? Wait, they were friends. Of course they should want to hang out. But how did he find out if she wanted to hang out as more than friends? Chasing his tail back into the familiar pattern, he decided this would be a good chance for him to try and tease some kind of response from her. A pause, a twitch, anything to help him figure out what was going on.
He paused to scratch the back of his neck, unable to meet her eyes. “Studying might be fine for today…” he guessed, trying to peek for any change in her expression. There wasn’t. “I-I mean, I know it might sound a little weird but, a break might be nice for today. Give us a chance to hang out a bit, you know? Sorry if I haven’t been around much lately.” Again, no change. Except, for the smallest tilt of her head.
“You’d rather solve math problems than have sex?” They could both hear her disbelieve. Tomas just shrugged his shoulders.
“Not necessarily. I guess I’m just getting a little tired of hanging around people so much older than us. I mean, I never thought I’d get the chance to have sex with older women like this before but, ah… I guess I’m starting to miss girls closer to my age.” Now he did look at her, staring directly into her features to find any measure of a response. “What… what do you think?” Suddenly her eyes narrowed, not accusingly but more confused. A heartbeat passed before she opened her lips to speak. But instead of her slow drawl, a voice much more nervous and lyrical spoke up from behind.
“Um, excuse me?” So surprised by the sudden proximity Tomas nearly jumped out of his skin. Robin wasn’t supposed to let any of the women waiting outside his class get that close. But turning around and seeing who’d approached him, he could see how she’d slipped past. Mainly, because she hadn’t been waiting outside his class. She was in it.
Tomas turned around to find a girl he vaguely remembered sitting closer to the front of the class. He made it a point to avoid looking directly at any of the girls too much, noting that it tended to make them nervous. Yet this one had stood out in a way even he couldn’t resist at times. Not from some unearthly beauty, although there was enough of that to be sure. But more in that, there was a sense of distance around her that made it seem she fit in with the rest of their grade even less than him. As far as he’d seen, she didn’t even try to talk with other girls in class. Nor did she raise her hand for questions or answers or anything. In fact, this was probably the first time he’d heard her voice. Which only made the soft and refined tones all the more startling.
“What you just said, did you mean that?” she asked in a tone that was almost too polite. Actually paying attention, Tomas could hear that her voice was very soft spoken and smooth; soothing even. Each word was said with purpose and thought. Without any of the… let’s say less refined slang most children their age picked up. It gave the distinct impression of how a princess would talk if Tomas had ever wondered how that would sound. Taking a moment to actually look at her, he found that this speculation might not be far off.
She was of medium height, maybe one inch shorter than Tomas himself. Long blond hair fell down her back, light enough to appear almost white in some lights. Which played beautifully against her equally pale complexion. But whereas other women were beginning to look pale and pasty from the lack of sunlight, this young woman somehow managed to give off the impression of polished porcelain, smooth and flawless. And set in the middle of it all, two blue eyes stood out clearer and more bright than he’d ever found in his reflection. Even her posture seemed better than most, shoulders back and head held high. Compared to his own relaxed slouch, he found himself standing a little straighter on instinct.
He didn’t answer, too taken aback by the sudden development. Instead, his eyes looked back at Camille for just a split second only to find a slight shadow darkening her features in an expression he couldn’t identify. She didn’t look happy; he knew that. But his attention turned back to this new girl before he had the chance to dwell on the matter further.
“ah, yea? I mean, I guess so?” He shook his head, trying to dispel the dizzying effect her sudden appearance had inflicted. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?” Scrambling for a moment to make sense of what was happening, he thought this would be a good place to start.
She blinked once before answering with a slight bob of her head. “I apologize. You’ll forgive my manors. I fear I’m, just a bit… nervous.” She took a deep breath, her cool and measured expression flattening into something more practiced. “My name is Angela Porter, and if it is all the same for yourself, would you mind if I was the one to take the place in your bed this evening?”
A/N: okay, I hope that was worth the wait. Once more I apologize and would like to say again it was not my intention. My computer was broken and now I have a new one so updates should return to their previous schedule. For those of you waiting for Sos, I have good news in that the chapter is already nearing completion. I should be on track to update at the first of next month. Unfortunately, GGR isn’t that close and I am still writing. I’m going to do my best to make sure it comes up in this month, but that is not a hard promise. Wish me luck and once again, feel free to PM me for updates.
Next chapter: July (fingers crossed)
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