Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

Will had been enjoying a rather good dream of leaving the Vault in a way only seen in the old holo-tapes. At some point, the upper half of his Vault one-oh-one jumpsuit had been shredded, and his left hand had been replaced with a chainsaw. Granted, if anyone asked, he doubted ever finding one in the Vault. To finish the look, a fellow Vault Dweller Amata was at his side in only what he could dub as a mini jumpsuit, a few sizes too small. The front was zipped down to reveal her cleavage, and her hair was twice the size of her head. It was one of the dreams Will liked the most, but just as the bright lights of the outside died down, Will did not see the mystery of the above ground. What he saw instead was Amata in her usual attire, normal hair. However, this time, she had a look of concern on her face. Will gave her a groggy smile, not yet processing her expression. "Amata? I was dreaming about you."


Amata sighed heavily and thumped Will against his forehead, causing him to groan. "Don't be a smart mouth. Bad things are happening." That had caught Will's attention, and he propped himself up on his elbows. "What's wrong Amata?" Now more attentive to his surroundings, Will noticed the sounds of the Vault's alarm system on the other side of his closed door. He focused on his childhood friend and recent girlfriend, wondering what had gone downhill this time.


Amata took a few moments to speak up, and Will held his breath in anticipation. Amata glanced at the door before finally speaking. "It seems my dad has the entire Vault Security force out looking for you. He says he wants to talk to you, but I don't believe him." The moment that Amata revealed that not only was the alarm for him, but the entire security force was searching for him, which made the eighteen-year-old panic. His thoughts instantly went to the pile of used condoms hidden, what he thought was masterful, in the trash can. Seeing his panic, Amata rolled his eyes. "No, he didn't find the condoms." Will sighed with relief until another thought passed his mind that caused his eyes to bug out wider than before. Almost comically so. Not even giving Will a chance to continue on that thought, Amata spoke up with a dry tone. "I'm not pregnant either, you idiot."


After Will finally calmed down, he looked at Amata, confused about what her dad would want. He knew the man hated him more than anyone in the Vault. That was even considering the Tunnel Snakes, who had bullied his daughter when they were younger. They would still be doing it now if it wasn't for Will keeping them away. Seeing his confusion, Amata finally gave him the last piece of the puzzle. "Your dad left the Vault." It took Will a short time to process the information and let out a sigh. He put both hands on Amata's shoulders, staring at her. "Any idea of what's happened so far?" Amata shook her head. "I don't know. Just that your dad found a way out. Dad got pretty mad…" Amata paused for a moment to compose herself. "…They killed Jonas." Will took one hand back to rub his forehead and shook his head. "So the old man really was thinking of going back."


Amata gave Will a slight glare, trying to figure out what he had meant. "You don't seem surprised that your dad got out. Don't you remember? We are born in the Vault. We all die in the Vault." Will chuckled and shook his head. "I got a different story from Dad." He gave Amata a pat on the shoulder before starting. "According to my dad, The Vault was supposed to stay closed, but your dad had his own thoughts. Supplies and people were running thin. So he opened it for a time to ensure the Vault wouldn't fail. Dad was one of the ones brought in because the Vault didn't have a Doctor beforehand, and he dragged me with him. So to Dad, he knew there was an option to leave." Amata stared incredulously at Will, unsure what to make of his story. "When did your dad tell you this?" Will sighed and thought carefully. "I believe it was a little after the G.O.A.T. when we were sixteen. I found some of his old holo-tapes from before he came here. After that, he knew he couldn't hide it from me, but he made me promise to keep it a secret. Even from you."


Amata looked greatly annoyed that something like this had been kept from her for two years. Especially when she knew that Will was weak when trying to hide things from her. "Even so, why would he leave?" She didn't try to hide the annoyance in her voice. Will shrugged while giving a sheepish grin. "At best, that I can guess would be the reason I found out to begin with. Before coming here, he worked on a project to convert irradiated water to full purity in the Wasteland. From what I am told, it was Mom dying that caused him to pack everything up and come down here. I guess he kept working on the project until he felt it could work and just left." Will began to think about what had happened, and Amata came up with the same question. "Then why would he just leave you behind?" Will looked at her and shrugged solemnly. "I don't know, but I intend to find out."


Amata raised her brow toward Will. "So you plan to go after him?" Will nodded before sliding out of bed. Amata stood next to him with a small smile. "Well, that was the same idea I had." Will looked over his shoulder from his dresser and smiled. "I guess we were a great match." Amata returned the smile, but when he looked away, her smile faded. Will quickly dressed in his one-oh-one jumpsuit and slid his utility suit into a backpack. He knew he would need it at some point. He slid his cap inside and, after slight deliberation, slid the old B.B. gun his dad had given him for his tenth birthday inside. Will then went to a medical kit on a wall that his dad had insisted upon and emptied its contents into the bag. Once filled, he zipped it closed and slipped it onto his back. He grabbed the nearby baseball bat and swung it around slightly. Noticing this, Amata pointed to the chuck of wood questioningly. "And what do you plan on using that for?" Will shrugged and let the bat drop to his side. "Don't know, honestly. If any security guys find me, I can't talk them down." Amata sighed, then pulled something from behind her back. "Then this would be better."


Will looked to see a well-maintained 10-millimeter pistol. He refocused on Amata with one of his own brows raised. "Where did you get that?" Amata handed the gun to Will as she looked away. "I might have stolen this from my dad when this started. I don't have any more ammo. Please be careful." Will nodded as he put the gun to his side. "I promise to only use it if I have to." Amata nodded and walked into the other room of Will's two-room dwelling. "Alright, the best plan is to head to my dad's office. A secret passage to the door should get you past the security forces." Will scoffed at Amata's habit of trying to make a master plan. "You do know I have to go past Security H.Q. before I reach the Overseer's office, right?" Amata instantly deflated, knowing that he was right. Will rolled his eyes before speaking again. "I'll just have to be careful then."


Seeing Amata perk up, Will gave her a small smile. Amata points to the door and backs up to it. "I'll head on ahead; they won't suspect the Overseer's daughter." Will watches her leave, hoping that she is right, as he does a last check to see if he has missed anything. Content that nothing of importance would be left behind, the Vault Dweller made his way out the door.


He noticed that one of the Security Officers, who had probably been sent to fetch him, had been taken down by a swarm of radroaches. Most had been killed, but they seemed to have overwhelmed the older man. Seeing his chance, Will unlatched the security armor and fitted it over his jumpsuit. He slid the helmet over his head and noticed that the earpiece was still working wonderfully. He kept quiet as he moved through the Vault, just out of reach of the officers chatting on the headset.


Will made his way to his dad's Infirmary and found Officer Gomez. Gomez had his baton raised, and Will mirrored him with his bat. The two stayed that way momentarily before Gomez motioned for him to leave. Before Will could speak, the helmetless Gomez pointed to the mouthpiece in Will's helmet, which would give away that he was listening in. Letting his head drop for a moment, Will started to walk on. He stopped momentarily to point to Gomez and gave him a thumbs up. The Officer seemed relieved that Will didn't hold any grudge. The young target ducked into the medical station and had to motion for Stanley to be quiet before moving around the room. Grabbing as much medicine as he could fit within the bag. With it filled to the brim, he zipped it closed and made his way to the back office.


There, he found a few of his dad's things that had been left behind. One thing that he had been purposely seeking out was a small box that had a lock on it. Luckily, the box was left alone and unopened. Will remembered his dad's words about dealing with an attack on the Vault and pulled a key from the hollow base of his dad's prized Bobblehead. Letting the knick-knack fall, he opened the lock box and pulled out the inside contents. In his hand was a Laser Pistol with a few spare batteries still in the box. He strapped the Laser Pistol to his side and put the batteries in the armor's pockets. Seeing his dad's medical bags left behind, Will grabbed them and filled them with more medicine. Once it was filled, he carried it away from the Infirmary.


He slipped down the halls and came across one of the mess halls. He saw that one of the elderly folk had fallen to the radroaches that had swarmed the Vault. Knowing he couldn't do much, Will decided to do what he could. He used his bat to clear the roaches and set the older woman up with her hands crossed. Will covered her face and noticed food and water were up for grabs. Deciding to think ahead, Will grabbed as many cans of food and bottles of water as he could onto one of the tables and wrapped it shut with a tablecloth. By that point, it was getting noticeably heavy.


He made his way through the Vault, having to swing the bat one-handed when he came across the roaches. But he was finally close to where he needed to be. Will found himself near the Security Station and could hear people talking from inside. Knowing it could be significant, he pinned his bat between his body and backpack and turned off his headset. Will crouched down, trying to pass by the windows to get to the door. Peeking up, he could see Officer Mack aiming a gun toward Amata, while the Overseer stood to the side.


Enraged, Will stood up and stormed into the door, pulling the Ten Millimeter from his side. The three within the room turned to see someone in security gear, with a backpack, a medical bag, and one of the checkered tablecloths aiming a gun toward the Security Chief. Officer Mack didn't get to register the weapon before the stranger began to fire wildly. The Security Chief was knocked back and fell to the floor, bleeding, as Amata took her chance to escape the room. The Overseer tried to slip out, but Will dropped the makeshift bag and aimed his Laser Pistol at the older man.


Rage in his eyes, wondering how someone could even let something like that happen to their kid. He didn't even let the horrid man get a word in edgewise. The moment the Overseer opened his mouth, Will brought the butt of the Ten Millimeter down on his head. Dropping the bastard instantly. Will took a deep breath and realized he had used the entire clip to drop the Security Chief. Taking his chance, Will looted the dead Mack and the Security lockers for any ammo and, honestly, anything he wanted or found useful. Will reloaded the gun and organized his belongings before setting out.


He moved back down the hallway and found Jonas dead at his desk. Will had heard he was dead, but seeing it made him wish he had just killed the Overseer. But hearing the whimpering from within the Overseer's home told him the price would have been too high. Will set his stuff down, including his helmet, at the locked Overseer's door and sought out Amata in the nearby rooms. Finding her sitting at the table in the main room, Will sat beside her to let his girlfriend calm down. Will sat patiently as Amata continued to speak, almost mumbling.


"He's lost it. He didn't even give me a chance to speak. Officer Mack wouldn't listen to reason. He actually hit me…" Upon hearing that part, Will looked over Amata and saw a few bruises on her cheeks. It had made him feel proud to fill the Security Chief with holes. Amata had finally noticed that Will had sat next to her and quickly threw her arms around his neck, processing what had happened. She spoke a jumble of words that Will could only make out a few. Mostly the repeating of Thank You, Officer Mack, and Crazy.


Amata pulled back after a few moments and wiped away a few tears that Will had not noticed. Finally coming to her senses fully, she gave Will a melancholy expression. "What happened to my dad?" Will let out a sigh and pat Amata on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, Amata." Thinking the worst, Amata closed her eyes. Will could almost feel the sorrow emanating from his girlfriend. He took a deep breath and continued. "I'm sorry because I dented your dad's forehead." Looking up in confusion toward Will, he could only give Amata a sheepish grin.


"I didn't kill him. Just knocked him on his ass. Someone had to at some point. The irony is that the only people trained medically are Dad, long gone; Jonas, dead; or me, being chased off by him. Doesn't help that I looted Dad's medical center before coming." Amata gave Will one of her serious looks that told him he was in trouble. "Will, did you stop to think that anyone else in the Vault would need that medicine." Shrugging, Will looked away, not willing to face Amata's wrath. "Well, I didn't take everything. And on the way, a lot of people were either trying to kill me or saying I should just let them kill me. It wasn't really good decisions that got me here. In fact, the only people that didn't try to hurt me were You, Gomez, Stanly, and Butch, but I had to help him with his mom. Got his jacket out of it. The few already dead people I came across, and the people that were being killed by the Security Force."


Amata let her anger waver a bit at the slight rant and was shocked to hear that the guards were killing some of the residents. Considering they don't know what's outside, she could understand why he took so much. But she had to be firm with him. "I understand, but we will need those supplies if the guards hurt people." Knowing she was right, Will couldn't help but relent. "Fine, but on one condition." Amata raised a brow, curious as to what it could be. Will gave a slight smirk before speaking. "I want a kiss."


Amata was shocked for a moment, thinking of all the bad things that had happened that day and knowing that Will wouldn't be able to stay in what had been his home his entire life. Yet he found a moment to be happy that wasn't sadistic glee. Amata remembered one of the reasons she had fallen for the boy and gave him a smile in return. Rolling her eyes, she let out a chuckle. "Boys." Making a small joke before putting a gentle kiss on Will's lips.


What was seconds felt far longer for the two as they shared an intimate moment among the chaos. Finally pulling back, Will, with a severe expression, spoke up. "Hey, I know this is a lot to ask. But can you check Jonas? If I do it, I know I will go back after your dad. Please?" Knowing it would be wrong if Will began backtracking, Amata nodded, even though the thought of messing with the corpse didn't sit right with her. She left the table to check as Will slipped into her dad's room, using the key he swiped off the man's unconscious body. Once inside, he found more ammo he could bring for the Ten millimeters and the computer password in the office.


Taking what he could, Will returned to his pile of stuff and began to pull out a third of the medical supplies to leave with Amata. He was tempted to leave the spare bag but felt it would be helpful later. He placed the ammo into a metal box and felt someone hug him from behind. Turning to see Amata, he noticed a holo-tape in her hand. He looked at her face, but she only shook her head. Will quickly placed it into his Pip-boy and played the message labeled, From Dad. He listened as his father spoke and ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath as it finished and shook his head. "Just sit put? I don't think I have that option, Dad."


Looking back at Amata, he noticed a solemn expression from her. "Amata, I know your dad will not let me stay, especially after what recently happened. I have to go find Dad. And…." Before Will could speak, they could hear people coming down from the hallway. In a panic, the two worked quickly to get Will and his things into the Overseer's office. Before Will could do anything, though, Amata spoke up. "I'll distract them. Go hurry." Will went to stop her, only for the door to close in his face. He let out a sigh as he went to check the main computers. Using the password Will found, Will logged in to the Vault's systems. He searched quickly and found what he had wanted. The Overseer's secret passage.


Quickly opening it, Will began to move his stuff down the stairs. Having to make a second trip to get the ammo box. But before he could go back down, he noticed the lockers in the corner and decided to check them. To his surprise, an ample supply of Ten-millimeter ammo filled the box. He made his way down to the passageway and closed it behind him. He noticed a few roaches within the secret room and dealt with them before loading his bags back onto himself. He followed the darkened tunnel to the grand Vault entrance and found it completely closed.


He quickly went to work opening the door, and since the great door was noisy, a couple of guards managed to sneak up behind him. Will almost took a hit to the head had he not taken a step forward. Dropping his things, he raised his bat and confronted the two. It didn't take long to deal with the men, having age on his side. He guessed that the Overseer didn't expect anyone to get close, with the two being probably the eldest men on the Security Force.


When the fight was finished, Will turned to his things and felt something was missing. To his delight, he found Amata coming from the same passage he had taken. A small smile was on her face. "You forgot to lock the office door and log out of the computer. Anyone could have followed you, you idiot." Will couldn't help but let out an embarrassed chuckle before a large grin took over. "Amata, we did it! We got the door open, we can leave!" Will was excited and glad that Amata was there next to him.


What confused him, though, was the look of guilt on her face. Will placed both hands on her shoulders and lowered his head to hers. "What's wrong?" Amata couldn't look Will in the eyes, and her gaze turned to the floor. "I can't go with you." That had caught Will off guard. He was too perplexed to say more than one word. "What?" Amata steeled herself to look Will in the eyes with as much determination as she could. "You've seen what's happened. Dad has lost it. If we leave, it'll be fine for us…..but not for those still here. I can't just sit by as people I have known since I was born to kill each other. I'm going to stay. I'm going to try to fix things here. I need to do this."


Will looked at Amata passively for a long time before speaking. He had to clear his throat before the first word would come out. "Fine. If I can't talk you out of it, that is that. But I hope you'll at least give them hell for me. Maybe once you fix this Vault, things like this will never happen again. No one will have to lose their home and family over another person." With shaky hands, Will pat one of her shoulders. "Just one request?" Amata was shocked that Will was taking it better than she had expected. "What, William?" Will let out a small scoff at using the full name, which had yet to be uttered in three years. "A kiss before I go?" Amata nodded, and the two kissed for what was to be their last time. Amata felt all the sorrow that Will held within the kiss, and he felt her guilt.


It lasted longer than their previous one, requiring the two to eventually stop for air. Will took a deep breath and stood straight. He gathered his things and turned back to Amata. "Make sure your dad doesn't forget me. I hope to fight by your side in battles and come in spirit. If I cannot be here, I will always be here and here." Will poked Amata's head and where her heart was before turning away to walk towards the door. Amata waited at the controls, watching Will leave. "I'll miss you." Once he was past the door, Will turned back and smiled at Amata. "That'll be enough to keep me going."


Amata worked the control pad to close the door, and while waiting for it to close, Will waved with a giant smile. It took a few moments for the Vault to close, but for the two, it lasted ages. Amata waved back from the panel. She moved to the platform over and next to the door as she tried to see Will just a bit longer. But she tripped on a baton from one of the two guards. Sending her over the railing and rolling into the door. Will quickly grabbed and pulled her across before she was crushed by the Vault door. 


The two watched as the door closed, locking them out. Amata jumped up and started to bang her hands against the metal. Trying to get heard. But it was no use. She just dropped to her knees. Wil was secretly happy that she did get to come with him, but he couldn't just act like it was all fine. He needed to find a way to cheer her up. He grabbed one of the nearby signs and held it beside her. "We are dying assholes." She looked at him confused before looking at the sigh that had those words. Will gave a dumb smirk. "They didn't add a comma. So I guess they were walking assholes. The pre-war world is weird. Unless this is after." 
 
That was enough to get her to sigh and catch her face with her palm. But Will was sure there was a smirk. He picked her up quietly and reloaded everything before following the only other path in the tunnel. The two staggered slightly, finding that the dark cave was not ideal; they were glad to see the light ahead eventually. An entrance made from what looked to be wood and fencing, with a door at its center. The two slowly made their way to the door and pushed it open. A bright light blinded them as they first saw the above world.


He honestly didn't know what he was expecting. Just not this blasted greenish-gray Wasteland that went as far as he could see. Amata was still rubbing her eyes at the bright light. It was August, but it felt warm. He wished the pip boy had a thermometer before he started to walk. Will could see a nearly destroyed town from the cave entrance and walked down the broken road. The packrat in him was being suppressed by the sheer destruction he was seeing. And then he saw the only source of life. A word had been painted on some scrap metal. It was worn, but he could make out Megaton. He didn't know what that was, but an arrow pointed in a direction. With no other option, they follow. While they walked, Amata was poking around any mailbox they came across. Most had junk, but one surprised them with Psycho of all things.


They arrived at the strange thing. It looked like a massive hive made of scrap metal and plane parts. In front of it was a Protectron, welcoming him to Megaton. Both were very confused until the part of the nearby wall lifted and opened up. Revealing a large door inside. Amata oohed and awed at it. With a bit of caution, they entered Megaton. Both were caught off guard again. The interior was a town made with anything and everything. It looked to be made like rings. At the center looked like a warhead, which confused them more. They could hear and see people going around the Settlement. 


Both were approached by a man who seemed nice. Introducing themselves as Sherriff Sims. After many questions, the two were caught up on how the world works. Essential things like caps and raiders. They had no caps but had over a week's worth of supplies Will grabbed from the Vault. It was good that he packed expecting her to come and only left the extra chems. They wouldn't be starving soon, but they would have a problem if they didn't find a way to make caps. After hearing that the guy at the saloon might know where his dad was, the Vault dweller made a beeline for it. Amata is right behind him.


The interior was surprisingly tidy. And pretty busy. Around ten people might be inside the saloon. The one that caught his attention the most was the person working behind the bar. The only way Will could describe it was if the Zombies from the old holovids hit a radio out of annoyance. It was amazingly cool. He wanted to poke the thing to see what happened. The confused Gob noticed the Vault Dweller staring and spoke to him. Will found the voice cool, too. After another long list of questions, Will now understood what Ghouls were and felt terrible about Gob's situation. Amata seemed just as intrigued as himself.


That was when Moriarty came in from the back. He looked at Will before speaking. "My God... It's you. The little baby boy, all grown up. Persistent little bastard, ain't ya? Then and now, it would seem. It's been a long time, kid." After a third long conversation, Will learned that his dad had lied about being born in the Vault. He also discovered that Moriarty knew where his dad went. But wanted one hundred caps for the information. Not having any, the Vault dweller asks if there is any work they could do, expecting something like Gob. Instead, Moriarty told Will that a Junkie stole caps from him; he would just have to kill the junkie and get the caps back for the information. With that, Will left. Luckily, Moriarty didn't catch Amata with Will when he made the offer. The older man gave her the greasiest of looks.


The two made their way around the ring until they were at the gate, then to the ruined town. It didn't take long to find the house with the junkie inside. Amata was slowing them down with her constant poking around all of the containers she could see. Once inside, they found the woman. Although she didn't quite look like a junkie to him. She was 5'7 with short blonde hair and brown eyes. He couldn't guess her hairstyle. She was wearing khaki pants and a hoodie. She had a curvy but lean body. Her eyes didn't look chem-addled. They looked panicked as they looked over his vault suit. She held a small .32 in his direction. She spoke with a more confused tone. "Who the hell are you two?"


Will replied, not raising his arms or drawing his weapon. "Moriarty sent us. Said some crazy junkie stole from him. But you don't seem like that." He watched her switch to angry before speaking. "That sack of shit is convinced that I'm some crazy junkie who stole money from him!" Silver sort of introduced herself and explained that she was a hooker for Moriarty, and he refused to let her leave with the money she earned. So she took it. The Vault dweller nodded, seeing as what she did was okay with him, but now left her a problem. Amata shuddered, thinking of sleeping with Moriarty like Silver had.


"That was a brave thing to do. The problem is, if I go back with nothing, He will keep looking until he finds someone willing to hunt you down. How about this? Give me three hundred of those caps, and I will tell him I killed you, and that was all I found." Silver gave Will a confused look before speaking. "Why would you do that for me?" The Vault dweller shrugs. "Well, first, in the short time I have known Moriarty, I don't like him. If I can get what I need while screwing him over, cool. Secondly, you look like someone that needs something to go their way once in their life." He could hear Amata nodding behind him. 


Silver lowered her gun before speaking. "You would really do that for me?" Will nodded before flopping down on the bed. She gave a worried look, but the Vault dweller spoke. "I have had a very long day today. I hope you don't mind if I rest my…. everything for a bit." Silver shrugged as she sat down. "Fine by me. Just don't die before you tell Moriarty." Will gave her a thumbs up, stretching out on the bed. She could hear his joints popping from the stretching. He was sure he could see Silver looking his way. Amata moved to sit on the floor next to the bed. Keeping an eye on Will. It was so lovely to sit down.


Not one for silence, the Vault dweller spoke to make small talk. "So what are you going to do now?" Silver leaned back in the chair when she said." Who knows? Shoot me up 'till I forget who I am? The Wasteland sucks, kid. Just get used to it." The Vault dweller moved so they could face her. "Are you going to do that kind of job again?" She shook her head no as she spoke. "Not if I have any say on it." Will gave a playful cry. "Aww, man. I missed my chance with the pretty lady." Silver just shrugged, but the Vault dweller was sure he would get a smirk out of her. Silver looked to Amata.


Feeling thirsty, the Vault dweller leaned over the side of the bed to his bag. He opened it and pulled out a bottle of Nuka. But he lost his grip, and the bottle impact knocked some things out. One was a thing of Med X. Silver watched, and her eyes locked on the chem. She spoke quietly. "What all do you have in there?" Not really thinking, Will replied. "I have a week's worth of supplies. Equipment and ammo. Medical chems like stim packs and med x. Why?" She just stared at the chem as she spoke. "No psycho?" Will shook his head this time. "No…wait, actually. We found one a few hours back on our way to Megaton. Just one, though."


Silver just seemed to talk with herself. He could see the cogs moving in her head. She was also counting with her hands under her breath. After probably twenty minutes of the wastelander talking to herself, she gave Will a nervous look. "Were, you, uhm. Being serious about being sad, you missed your chance. I'm sure there is a way we can work something out." Will could see where this was going, while he would typically try to get someone off chems and get them better with the need for more resources and infrastructure. Withdrawals would be hell in the Wasteland. In the long term, they may be better. In the short term, where things seemed to matter more now, it wasn't the best.


So he would do the moral thing and try to keep the withdrawals from hitting. He looked over to Amata. "Mind if I trade the Psycho for sex?" She looked over to Silver. Amata and Will had a weird relationship. Because the Vault and her father preached monogamy and procreation, the rebellious Amata tried to go against it. One day, she told Will of a dream with one of the girls in class. He pushed her to give it a try. Soon enough, Amata and Christine were in an experimenting relationship. Feeling bad, Amata and Will talked and grew into an open relationship. Mostly with Christine because the rest of the guys and girls their age were assholes. 


So Amata looked over Silver, wondering if she would want to join it. It had been a more extended day for her, she had woken up before him. So Amata just wanted to rest. She would enjoy the show, though. "Fine with me. I'll just be over there and watching the show from the chair." Silver didn't seem that surprised by the two's relationship. Will pulled out the Psycho. And the woman's eyes locked on it. "What would I be able to do? Are you clean?" Silver refocused onto Will. "Oral and Anal. Out of condoms, I don't want a kid. Us girls are kept clean by the doctor in return for blowjobs."


Will moved into a sitting position and set the Psycho down on the nearby table. "Deal." Silver got up from the chair and knelt in front of Will. Amata stood up and moved to sit down on the chair the prostitute had been in. Will pulls the zipper of the jumpsuit all the way down and pulls it down enough. Silver pulls his semi-hard member from his boxers. Stroking it a few times before licking along his cock. Without waiting, she took it into her mouth, still licking. Silver could feel it getting to its full 8 inches inside her mouth. That seemed to put a weird smile on her face. The blonde started to bob slowly on his cock. Will could see Amata subtly unzipping her own jumpsuit.


The prostitute pulled back long enough to pull her top over her head. Dropping it on the floor next to her. Silver's D Cups were hanging free as she latched onto Will's cock again. She bobbed a couple more times before pulling back to speak. This had the side effect of his member resting on her face. "You know. This is the best-tasting cock I have ever sucked." With that, she bottoms out on his member again. Will figured it was probably just the cleanest, but he would still take the ego boost. He could see Amata playing with herself under her jumpsuit. At least she was enjoying the show. Silver started to deepthroat him rapidly. Some of her moans have gulls interrupt them. 


This went on for about twenty minutes. At some point, Silver moved a hand between her legs and was playing with herself as she sucked him off with the three Ss. Sounds, sights, and sensations, Will was pushed over the edge. He stood up, grabbed her head, and started to throat fuck Silver. The woman is gulking with every impact. Until he bottomed out, his cock twitching as load after load shoots down her throat. He sits back down, breathing heavily. Looking over his work as he recharged. Looks like Amata and Silver managed to make themselves cum to that. 


After the girls recovered, Will helped Silver onto her bed. Pulling her pants off and throwing them to the floor. The blonde moved into the doggy-style position, sticking her ass out. Will had a fun idea. "Hey, Amata. Want to slap her ass?" After thinking for a second, the brunette agreed. She made her way over on wobbly legs. Standing next to the two on the bed, she took in the sight of the fully nude Silver, her D Cups hanging down beneath her. Amata raised her arm over her head and brought it down into a resounding slap to the prostitute's ass. That made Silver give a surprised eep and bounce. 


The Brunette Vault Dweller played with Silver's ass, slapping and squeezing it repeatedly. Having fun with it. She could feel Will poking her shoulder. She looked over at him while still squeezing. "It has dried off while you have been playing around. How about you get my dick nice and wet for her?" Amata took a teasing look. "Asking me to suck your cock so you can fuck Siver's ass?" She slapped the blonde's ass when she spoke. Bringing another eep from the prostitute. The dirty blonde Vault Dweller rolled his eyes before replying. "Yes. I do." She smirked as she turned to him fully.


Amata grabs the base of his member, licking it from base to tip. Make sure to leave as much wetness as possible. It made him think back to the last time she blew him. A day or so back. And how he got to cum on her freckled face. It was a very erotic sight and memory. She turned it around from the base so no part of the cock was out of her reach. Make sure to coat every inch. She took it into her mouth, bobbing slowly, reaching as much as possible. Getting his member good and wet. Kissing the head for a job well done. 


The brunette pulled back, leaning over Silver instead of getting off. This allowed the fem Vault dweller to grab and spread the prostitute's ass. Will aimed his wet member at the blonde's back door. She was pretty experienced, keeping intense. Allowing the head of his dick and the first few inches to slide into the Wastelander's ass with ease. Silver let out a moan as the invader slid inside of her. She takes a deep breath and releases it as Will pushes deeper into her ass. Amata continued to squeeze the prostitute's ass as she watched the member bottom out inside of it. Once fully inside, Silver let out a low groan, completely filling in the back.


The brunette Vault Dweller released the prostitute's ass, stood up, and started to peel her jumpsuit off. The dirty blonde vault dweller gave her a big grin before speaking. "Was wondering how long it would take you to join in fully." She just ignored him, stripping herself bare. Then moved onto the bed in front of Silver. The blonde took no coaxing. Pulling Amara's waist down to her face. Will doesn't have to guess what is happening with Amata, who is starting to moan from the licking Silver is giving her. The room was filled with the sounds of the girl's moans, and he hadn't even started actually fucking yet. It was music to his ears, nonetheless. Silver moans did get more muffled, with Amata wrapping her legs around the prostitute's head.


The dirty blonde vault dweller grabbed the prostitute's hips as an anchor. Moving back to just the head, he slammed back fully inside her ass. This had the side effect of bouncing Silvers's head against Amara's cunt. Pulling more moans out of both. He then pulled back to just halfway and started to repeatedly thrust into her ass. Of the three women he had slept with, hers wasn't the tightest. But her experience vastly outmatched theirs. Tensing up on his member at just the right times. Her expertise also reduced Amata into a moaning mess. Will started to thrust harder against her ass. He was worried he might hurt her, but Silver took it all like a typical day.


This went on for about fifteen minutes. Will slamming into Silvers's ass. The prostitute is being bounced into Amata, who is a screaming mess at this point. At some point, the blonde moved a hand between her legs and was fingering herself while being sodomized. Will seemed to be the first to hit their limit. Bottoming out in Silver's ass. His cock twitched with each load shot. That seemed to be the catalyst for the prostitute, who tensed up on his cock with her own orgasm. Amata was quick to follow. Covering the blonde's face with her cum. 


Will's brain reset after Silver but before Amata. He could see the blonde was using her fingers to clean her face. He pulled his member free and was treated to the erotic sight of his cum leaking out of the prostitute's ass. She clenched up to keep too much from escaping. She got up, standing next to the bed. She spoke as she ran a hand through her hair. "You two get some sleep. In the mood for some drinks. Will join in afterward." Will nodded, bringing a still fuzzy-brained Amata closer to him. Laying her down. The two fell asleep quite quickly after the day they had.



