“Fuckin hell!” your new irish companion grumbles for what feels like the thousandth time as you enter your camp at the old abandoned Red Rocket Refueling Station. “Alright! We’re here now!” you say in an annoyed tone as you turn to the woman. Her messy shoulder length red hair whips around as her angry green eyes bore into you. Her pretty freckled face is filled with a scowl.
“What a friggen dump.” she tells you as she lays her bat against her bare shoulder. Her tight brown corset is a good fit for swinging big weapons, and it really shows off her impressive bust size. “What did you expect? It’s 200 years after the nuclear apocalypse. Nothing is in good condition anymore, Cait.” you tell your new companion as she bends over to look at something.
You can’t help but admire the view, her amazing rear end is shown off by her tight khakis. The redhead notices you staring and turns around. “Real perv aren’t ya?” she sneers.
You met this attractive and disgruntled irish woman down in the ruins of Boston. You had stumbled across a place known as the “Combat Zone” which was a fight club for raiders. Of course you ended up killing all the raiders because you didn’t know that part, and thus the manager, a ghoul named Tommy, decided to start over fresh.
Cait was the champion of the club and an amazing brawler, unfortunately she was hard to work with. So when Tommy saw an opportunity to give Cait’s contract to someone else, he took it. Deciding you could use some companionship in your travels, you agreed to the deal, after asking Cait of course, who after some complaining, did agree.
You smile at Cait, deciding to show her who’s boss. “Well when you enjoy presenting your ass to me so much how can I not be?” you say. Cait blushes slightly, “That…I don’t..” she says as the scowl on her face gets bigger.
She stomps up to you, “You think you’re a big man because you have mah contract?” the infuriated irish woman says, but her body cannot help but get turned on by your ballsy behavior. “Yes, actually.” you say as you put your hands on her hips. Cait’s eyes widen as you push her against the wall. “Well…I guess the one who lasts longest gets to call the shots then.” she says, her anger replaced with lust as she fiddles with your pants. After your cock is free,