Chapter 45 - Riot

Show your final ghoul the ropes.

" S o—, uh, can we not tell Eleanor about this?" Callahan stood after I pulled back, swallowing the load he'd spilled into my mouth. I licked my lips and joined him, sliding my glove back on. He stuffed himself back inside his pants and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know how she'll take this..."

"What, you getting your cock sucked by a man?"

"Getting my c—" he cleared his throat. "By anyone. We haven't really put labels on things, but..."

"Oh, you don't want her to know you cheated on her."

"Yes."

I winked at him. "You got it, sailor. Or do I have to call you Daddy too, now?"

"No." His face was so red I had to laugh. I held my belly as I laughed in his face. Which only made him angrier. I put my hand up.

"Calm down. I won't tell her. But maybe you should put some rules on things. Because if you don't, then I'm going to shoot my shot with her next."

If Callahan was mad before, oh man, he was steaming now. I put my finger up and waved it.

"Ah, can't be mad if you cheated first."

"Did you do this on purpose? Seduce me so that you could get to Eleanor?" He accused.

"No," I laughed, "but that is smart. I wasn't joking. I like both cock and pussy. Look," I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It was hard and dripping pre-cum. "Now, if you excuse me, unless you're ready to get on your knees and finish me off, I'm headed inside to take care of this. I can't think straight when I'm hard. Why don't you take this time to clean up, and talk to your Young Lady before we go out tonight."

I pulled my pants back up, and strode back into the house, right past Eleanor. I went to the bathroom and came while I showered. It didn't take long, thinking about Callahan. When I came back down, dressed in clean clothes and damp hair, I found the pair talking low in the kitchen.

"Ready? Wait, is that what you're wearing?" I looked at Eleanor, she was still in my shirt and nothing else.

"My dress is soaked." She shrugged. "Where are we going?"

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and then looked at Callahan. What had they been talking about this entire time?

Callahan cleared his throat. "Riot is taking us to town. Do you have any better fitting clothes for her?"

"I don't." I did. I could have given her something from Bonnie or Cherry, but I liked looking at her legs. "Let's go. I want to give you the full tour before it gets dark."

The pair took their 4-wheeler and I hopped on my bike. Jealousy struck my gut as Eleanor put her arms around Cal and he smiled back at her. I wanted that. Both the smile and the arms around me. As I rode into town, I was stuck with my own thoughts.

I was supposed to save Eleanor, not want to sleep with her. And Cal, while fair game, was in love with Eleanor. Did I want to get messed up with that?

Kind of, yeah.

We reached town and I parked next to Scissors. I helped Eleanor off their ride and quickly dropped her hand.

"Ready for the grand tour?" I exclaimed and waved my arm at the large sign above us. "This is Scissors, named after the owner of this fine establishment. It's our watering hole."

"Watering hole?" Eleanor asked.

"Bar. Alcohol, music, obnoxious dancing. You ever been to one?" I knew the answer, but rather enjoyed it when she got uncomfortable. "It's alright, I'll take you sometime. Let me show you the rest of the town."

Callahan and Eleanor followed behind me while I took them past various buildings.

"That over there is Desperate Pleasures." I pointed to the tallest building still standing from before the bombs that I'd seen. It was five stories tall and housed the most unsavory members of town.

"Why did they paint over the original sign?" Eleanor pointed to the large piece of wood that used to say Desert Point Pleasures . I grinned.

"Everything gets renamed in the wastelands. Before the bombs, this was a fancy hotel. Now, it's rented by the hour. You ever hear the phrase 'desperate times call for...'"

"Desperate Pleasures! I get it!" She squealed. She frowned an instant later. "Oh. So it's..."

"It's a whore house, sweetie. Which, I'd stay any day over Decimal's Row."

"Decimal's Row?" Cal asked from behind us.

"The church. They own a whole street. It's their own little cult. They do nothing but preach about sin and take people's money. Come on, there's a few more places I want to show you."

I went through the town, pointing out townsfolk and various things I thought they'd find useful.

"Now, it's important to know where all the PHUCKs are. There's one, but they have them probably every 20 miles or so. They're pretty identifiable."

"Fucks?" Callahan asked.

"PH. President Harrison's Urgent Care Kiosks. PHUCK for short. If you get hurt, go get PHUCKED. They have just about anything you'll need. You can usually get one of their doctors to attach limbs even. Now, for the grand finale." I grinned. I'd been waiting to get to this place. "I have someone I want you to meet, Eleanor."

"Me?" Her brown eyes grew large and shiny.

"Yes, doll, you. Come," I offered my hand and she took it without hesitation. My eyes flicked to Callahan's. He glared but said nothing. "You coming?"

"Actually, I'd like to check out these med stations. I'm intrigued."

I shrugged and turned back.Together, hand in hand, Eleanor and I walked past Decimal's Row to a small building with a small sign on a post in front of the steps.

"Sketchy Shit," Eleanor said, giggling after. "I love this town. Everything is named so... fun. Wait, let me guess before we go in." She scrunched her face up in the most adorable way and then shook her head. "I've got nothing."

I tugged her up the stairs and through the swinging doors.

"Boogie? You here?" I called into the dimly lit room. A loud buzzing filled the room. It stopped.

"I'm here."

Eleanor looked around. The walls were decorated with large pieces of parchment with drawings all over them with prices underneath. There were shelves of stuffed animals and behind the counter were various jewelry for noses and ears and the like.

"Is this a?—"

Eleanor was cut off as a large, burly, hairy man stepped out from the back room, gloves still on, looking annoyed. He looked from me to tiny Eleanor beside me. "What's this?"

"This is Eleanor. She wants to tattoo."

Boogie scoffed. "Okay?"

"Do you think if I brought her into town you could show her the ropes? Teach her the craft?" I glanced over at Eleanor. She was trying to hide her excitement, but she was almost shaking in her buckle shoes. Boogie looked from me to her, then back to me.

"My ancestors have been doing this since the bombs. You think I'm going to pass this on to a woman I don't know?"

"Yeah, I think you are." I grinned. Boogie was all bark, no bite. He laughed and patted my shoulder so hard I almost lost a foot in height.

"You act like I owe you one or somethin',"he teased. He'd come to Heathen Heights more than once to get something tinkered with. He owed me more than just one. He looked down at Eleanor. "When you're ready, come around and I'll start teaching you. Can you draw?"

Eleanor nodded silently.

He laughed. "Oh darling, you're gonna have to learn to be loud. The people that come through these doors will eat you alive. It's alright, you'll figure it out. Now, is there anything else? I've got a leg to finish back there."

I glanced around. "You want something?" I asked Eleanor.

Her eyes went straight to one of the top shelves. I walked to the wall and plucked a pink teddy bear off the shelf. It had three eyes and a pink bow around its neck.I grinned.

"We'll take this wasteland monstrosity."

We walked out with Eleanor holding the bear in her arms. I wasn't entirely enthused with the purchase, as it just highlighted her youthful appearance, but the smile on her face made it worth it. We took off in the direction of the PHUCK station but didn't have to go far before spotting Callahan. He'd been surrounded.