"Found another one!" Piper called out from a side room as I considered the woman in the power suit. 

 

"Can you hear me?" I asked her.

 

The suited woman nodded, but remained silent.

 

"OK, I'm going to take you down now. Try and keep still while I untie you."

 

Once more, she nodded, and I set about getting her off the cross.

 

 

She took a moment to recover before standing shakily and shuffling over to a nearby workbench. Looking at it, I could see a backpack on it that looked like a more compact version of my own suit's pack. I could see her doing something with it, and I asked, "can I help you with that?"

 

She shook her head and waved me off, and I decided to give her a moment to herself. At the same time, Piper was leading another hostage into the room. Now we had three raider prisoners and three naked hostages and I gestured to the raiders. "OK, strip. Piper, give their clothes to the ones we rescued."

 

There was only momentary hesitation before my prisoners complied. After a few minutes of swapping equipment, things seemed more or less under control.

 

 

"If you're taking them back to Concord," Piper asked, "wouldn't it make sense to just strip them all?"

 

I shrugged. "Maybe, but this way its easier to tell the raiders apart from the hostages. Jake seems to have wandered off. Can you keep tabs on these folks while I track him down?"

 

"Sure," said Piper, and she started corralling our newly-acquired followers towards the front of the bunker. Meanwhile, I found Jake back near the entrance, tinkering with a computer terminal.

 

"Oh, Charley," he said as he saw me approaching, "that was mighty impressive. I was not enjoying the way that shootout was developing for a while."

 

I pointed at the computer. "What you got there?"

 

"I think what we're looking for is behind that security door. I'm pretty sure this terminal's the way in but... the override's giving me trouble. Can you give me a hand?"

 

I looked at it, but it was beyond my skill level. "Any other way we can get the door open?"

 

"No, not without explosives. Ah, we're so close."

 

"Are you trying to retrieve the Advanced Survey and Activity Monitor Controller?" a mechanical voice asked.

 

I turned and saw the powersuited woman approaching. 

 

"So you can speak after all," I observed.

 

"The raiders discharged the internal batteries on the suit, but I've been able to recharge them from the backpack."

 

"It sounds like your voicebox still isn't working right."

 

"All the systems are running in a low-power mode," she explained. "But you didn't answer my question. Do you need help accessing the ASAM Controller?"

 

"We sure do," Jake said. "I can't make heads or tails of this security system."

 

 

The woman started working on the terminal, and after a few minutes she said, "OK, just a few more keystrokes and..."

 

The magnetic latch on the security door slid open with a loud clack. I looked over at the woman, considering her. "Thanks," I said. "But I'm guessing you didn't do that for free."

 

"No," she admitted, "I expect to receive equal access to the ASAM controller."

 

"I mean, that's fair and all, but what do you want it for?" Jake said, "and more's the point, what's your name?"

 

"My name is Susan Cain. Doctor Susan Cain if you're feeling like being polite. I'm probably here for the same reason as you: I want to bypass the limitations on the ASAM sensors to access the defense system schematics."

 

"Hang on..." Jake said, obviously surprised, "defense systems? You mean, the ASAMs can make weapons?"

 

"Not directly, but the database contains a number of references to gates, fences, guard towers, bunkers, things like that. And if you weren't here for the defense schematics, what are you here for?"

 

"Damn, I just wanted to help Charley here build businesses and stores and stuff."

 

The woman let out an electronic bleat that was probably a laugh. "Unbelievable. Naive. But fine, as long as you share the capabilities with me, you can do whatever you want with the controller. Shall we take a look at it?"

 

"Absolutely," I said, "let's take a peek inside."

 

We passed through the door into a fairly well-preserved office, right down to the skeletons dressed in Air Force uniforms. Jake pushed past them to look over a wooden crate near the back.

 

"Interesting, very interesting," he muttered.

 

"Why don't you tell me what's so interesting about this?" I suggested.

 

 

"This is the ASAM Controller. Well, technically, it's the ASAM Comm Hub. Best as I can tell, this connects to the sensors somehow. It let's 'em, you know, do more stuff."

 

"What he means," Dr. Cain interjected, "is that the Comm Hub, with the right modifications, can tell ASAM sensors that we've paid for additional features which aren't normally available."

 

"We need to get this put together and turned on... though it looks like time hasn't been too kind to this old girl. So probably repairs, too. You up for a little machine shop work, doc?" he asked Cain.

 

"I wouldn't have it any other way," the woman responded.

 

"Looks like someone was using it as a trash can," Piper added. She'd filed in behind us with the prisoners in tow. "You need some hands to haul that out? I think I've got just the people for the job."

 

 

Jake shook his head, "I'm already seeing some damaged components. Yeah, we need to move it, but you better make sure those two don't drop the box."

 

"I'll keep an eye on them," suggested Cain, "after the way they double crossed me, they know I won't put up with any false moves. Ugh, but first I need someone to help me with something. Charlie, you said that was your name, right?"

 

I nodded. "That's me."

 

"I'm sure you're familiar with how these suits are configured, correct?"

 

I nodded again. "Intimately familiar."

 

Cain's vocoder let out another bleat of static. "Yes, that's Europe's final contribution to the world. Protective clothing with integral butt plugs. And on that topic," she offered me a length of plastic.

 

 

The design was much simpler than the one for my suit - no obvious connector for the medical system, and a smaller profile in general. Nevertheless, the purpose was obvious.

 

"I don't see where it hooks into the medical system," I said.

 

"It doesn't. Call it... after-market parts. But this model has the retractor system built into the suit - no external tools, and, well," she laid down on the floor and opened her legs so I could see clearly, "it can get messy after a while."

 

I did indeed see what she meant. The suit held her anus wide open. Without the plug, any waste would be at the mercy of gravity. Impressively, her vagina was dilated even further - looking down the pink passage, I could easily see her cervix, slick with mucus. Above that, held open by the tension of her suit, a red triangle of flesh revealed her puckered peehole and just above that, her clitoris was clearly visible through a thin membrane of suit material. 

 

"Do you have any lubricant?" I asked.

 

"You don't need any. The retractor ring is set to match the base of the plug, and all the other parts are smaller, just put it in, please. I can't reach from here."

 

I did as she asked, and as soon as the base of the plug was flush with the suit, I heard a barely-audible click.

 

 

"Thank you," Cain said, "you have no idea how worried I was about soiling myself."

 

Standing, she continued, "now let me and Jake take care of moving these parts back to your base. Concord, you said? Anyway, we'll meet you there."

 

We split up at that point - Jake and Cain, along with the prisoners, stayed behind to move the box of parts, while Piper and I headed back to Concord with the hostages.

 

"That Cain... she's an odd one," Piper said, "I'm not sure I trust her."

 

"I'm not sure I do either, yet. She talks a good story, but I think there's a lot she isn't saying, too. I'll be keeping a close eye on her."

 

"And that suit... it's weird."

 

"You noticed too, huh? Almost looks like its patched together from parts. Still, I think Winter will be interested to look at it."

 

Despite both of our initial misgivings about her, Jake and Cain seemed to be real kindred spirits, diving into their work assembling the comm hub. We offered the three caravan guards from Bunker Hill an opportunity to sign on with Preston - the Minutemen could use skill gunmen like them, and I didn't hold their capture by the raiders against them; sometimes a job just goes wrong. However, they declined, and set out east to return home. That seemed like the end of our involvement with the men, but Piper wasn't so sure.

 

That evening, I was introducing the reporter to the romantic options that a strap-on dildo can introduce, and after an initial wave of excitement, she seemed distracted. Despite my most enthusiastic pounding, a thoughtful look passed over her face and refused to go away. After it became obvious that she wasn't having the kind of fun I'd hoped, I slowed to a gentle stroke and pulled close enough to whisper in her ear.

 

 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

 

Piper turned to look at me face to face, and the pensive look on her face only deepened. "It's those guys from Bunker Hill," she said. "I just... keep thinking more and more about them."

 

"I know you had trouble with the cartel up there before."

 

She laughed. "Yeah, I mean, they tried to poison me. But it's not just that. Like... who's Cain? Really, I mean. What's her connection to Bunker Hill? What's her connection to the raiders, for that matter? Those guys sure were tight-lipped about what happened to them at Olivia."

 

"I've been wondering the same thing. The way I see it, Cain helped us down in that bunker, and she seems to be really hitting it off with Jake," while I talked, I gently rolled Piper over on to her hands and knees, "but I'm pretty sure she's only helping us because it helps her too. If that changes, I worry that we might have trouble with her."

 

"Uh, huh," Piper sighed. "And then there's that suit she has. Where'd she get it? That isn't something you just find lying around."

 

I shrugged, pressing my hips tight against Piper with a slow grinding motion. "I mean, I found mine lying around. Literally, in a root cellar."

 

"Fine, point taken, but that's like one in a million, right?" She gasped slightly as I pulled back, drawing the dildo out of her well-moistened pussy. "Damn, Charley, you really know how to distract a girl."

 

"It's one of my many talents," I admitted. "But I agree, those suits don't grow on trees. But doesn't the fact that she found one just mean that it's two in a million?"

 

"Maybe. Maybe. But those million to one odds get a lot easier to manage if you've got someone backing you. And I want to know who's got Susan's back."

 

"Well," I said, "that sounds like a job for a world class investigative reporter. Maybe a job she can start working on in the morning. Until then, I've got an easier answer about who has whose back." As I said that, I carefully aligned the tip of the strap-on with Piper's puckered asshole. "Now loosen up, your other holes need a workout."

 

"Ah, you're not going to give up on getting my mind off this, are you?" 

 

"Nope, no way."

 

Shaking her head, Piper shifted her stance to spread apart her knees a bit more, and I gradually felt her ass loosen up. I pushed in slowly, very slowly, letting the compressibility of the silicone dong do its job of first squeezing down to slip inside, and then gradually expanding as the potential energy from the compression bled back out. "Ooh," Piper said, "go slow, go slow."

 

 

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

 

"Ah... just a little, when you first started. Now it just feels... full. Ah, is this what it's like when you wear your suit?"

 

I leaned forward until my breasts touched her back and I could whisper into her ear, "this is just a little taste of that," I promised, "once you're broken in, I'll let you try out the butt plug for yourself."

 

I slowly worked up the tempo of my penetrations until I could hear my hips gently smacking against her butt with each stroke. Piper groaned and slowly laid forward until her face was in the pillow while her ass stayed in the air like a stretching cat. After a while, I slowed down and turned her over.

 

"Now before we finish up and get to bed, how about you clean off our little toy. I bet you've never tasted the inside of your ass before."

 

Piper blanched. "Ah, Blue, that sounds disgusting."

 

"Hey, I've tasted the inside of your ass, and I'll have you know it's quite pleasant." Of course, it also tasted, well, like shit, but what can I say? It's an acquired taste. "Come onnnnn," I prodded, "where's your journalistic sense of adventure? Think of all the copy you could move. I can see the headline now: 'Piper Wright, pulls more than conspiracy theories out of her ass.' I bet McDonough would eat it up, if you'll pardon the pun."

 

She pouted, "that's not funny. You're a horrible person, Blue."

 

I smiled thinly, "oh, I know. Now eat up."

 

Tentatively, Piper moved towards the strap-on. It actually wasn't all that filthy, mostly just slick with lube, but the slightly yellowish discoloration told me there was indeed some of Piper's contents mixed in with the gel. I refused to giggle as she first extended her tongue and touched just the tip to the end of the dildo.

 

"Eeh, it's kind of sour," she muttered.

 

"OK, you dipped your toe in the water, now time to dive in."

 

"Alright, alright," she reluctantly parted her lips and slid the dildo into her mouth.

 

 

I didn't push down on her or anything like that, just let her go down on the dong at her own pace. A few times she grimaced a little, but she soldiered on and kept sucking more and more of the strap-on's length into her mouth, until she choked a little.

 

"Well done," I said, "you must have it almost to the back of your throat. How does it feel?"

 

She leaned back, releasing the dildo from her mouth. Ropey trails of saliva dribbled down off of it, and she looked up to meet my eyes. "The way it feels against my lips and in my mouth... it's hot. But the taste," she scrunched up her face, "not my favorite experience ever."

 

I shrugged a little, "it's an acquired taste, and it's better with fresh cum to balance the flavor."

 

She narrowed her eyes a little, appraising. "You don't seem like much of a cum connoisseur," she observed, "it seems you're mostly into women."

 

I sat down so I was level with Piper's eyes. "Yeah, I haven't been with a lot of men since I lost my husband. A couple flings when I was feeling really lonely, but I just haven't felt a connection with a guy since then."

 

"Ah, I'm sorry, Blue," Piper said, "I didn't mean to bring up painful memories."

 

"No, no, that's OK," I said, lying just a teensy bit. "But let me tell you: Nate? He was a positively biblical cummer. Total 'emission was like that of horses' material. It's no wonder he got my knocked up as soon as we started trying to have kids." My face drooped again at the thought of Shaun.

 

"OK," Piper announced, "change of subject, right now. What, exactly, did you mean when you said 'time to work out your other holes,' plural. I don't want you sticking anything in my nose."

 

"Well," I said, chuckling, "I just meant your ass and your mouth, but now that you mention it," I glanced over to the little cubby on the bed's headboard, "if you're feeling adventurous there is one more thing you can try."

 

"I've had plenty of adventure for one night," Piper told me diffidently, "but it seems like it'll get your mind back on happier things if we play for a little longer." 

 

"Hmm," I said, picking up the saline bag that Winter had left behind and disconnecting the tubing, "this might get a little messy. Let's head up to the roof garden, shall we?"

 

Piper followed me a little cautiously. We wended our way between the vegetable bed until we reached a relatively open spot. "OK," II told her, "lie down and give yourself a good rub for me. I want to see your pussy juices all over your slit. I want to see it fucking shine."

 

Perhaps a little anxious that our fun had moved up to the roof where, at least theoretically, someone could see, she nevertheless started to slide her fingers into her pussy and then up to rub her clit. She repeated the motion with practices smoothness, occasionally nibbling on her lip and shivering a little.

 

 

"Ah, I see we've found something you have lots of experience with. Now let me help you take it to the next level, OK?"

 

I slipped one end of the surgical tubing into my mouth, sucking on it until is was well loaded with my saliva before I leaned forward and down between her legs. Finding her peehole and confirming it was well covered with Piper's juices, I touched the tip of the tubing to her opening and started to gently push.

 

Piper gasped and tried to squeeze her knees together, but I'd already positioned myself so my elbows held her at bay. "Careful, those hot thighs of yours could be deadly," I tutted. Just then, the tubing popped past her meatus and she squeezed me with her legs again.

 

"If it hurts too much, I can stop," I said. 

 

"Ahh, no, it's OK," she said, shivering a little. 

 

The tubing still had the plastic hemostat attached to it near the top, so while I could immediately tell when I'd entered her bladder, the yellow fluid stopped short of draining from the opposite end. 

 

"Oh!" she gasped again at the sudden, if slight, change in pressure. I knew that Piper probably wasn't walking around with a full tank, so I resisted the urge to have a taste. Instead, I instructed her to resume her masturbation. Holding the tube in place with one hand, I waited until she started massaging her clit again, and then slowly pushed my middle finger, pad facing up, into her pussy. While Piper settled back into her rhythm, I massaged her interior, probing for her Gräfenberg spot to rub it between the full surgical tubing and my finger. I wouldn't know for sure if I'd got the right position until I asked Piper about it afterwards, but from the way she seemed to be fast approaching orgasm, I was confident I'd at least found the right neighborhood.

 

Confident I was massaging the right place, I inserted my index finger so the two fingers ran back and forth around the bulge of the piss tube. Piper's knees started to draw back, her feet coming up off the ground by a couple inches, and experimentally I inserted another finger. I wondered if Piper would be the kind of girl who enjoyed a good, rough fisting, but I knew that was the kind of thing that needed easing into, and so I stopped at three fingers.

 

Her climax was getting close at that point. Piper was panting, speeding up her masturbation, and I firmly covered the top of the tube with my thumb before removing the hemostate with my teeth. I spat it away and then leaned in close to her. "Are you ready to cum?" I asked, adding just a little more pressure my internal mssage.

 

"Yes," she panted, "yes, I'm almost, ahh!" 

 

I felt the first muscle contraction on my fingers, then the second. When her pussy contracted for a third time, I pushed the tube into her mouth and removed my thumb. "Suck! Suck it!" I ordered.

 

Deep in her orgasm, and with her own urine gushing into her mouth from the muscle contractions alone, she had little option but to obey me. Piper's lips closed around the tube, and I could see the muscles in her neck tense as she sucked hard - and then swallowed. After another drag, I pulled the tube out of her mouth and drained the rest of her tank myself. Her piss was salty, and just a little bitter, like strong pickle brine. No sweetness - a good sign for a full-figured girl like Piper, since in this world diabetes must be a death sentence - but the coffee smell that started to crawl up my nose revealed Piper's beverage preferences. I took a final drag, not just to pull whatever last dregs remained but also to make sure I hadn't inadvertently let too much air into her. Bladder farts suck, and I wanted to spare her that. When the tube started to collapse a little, I pulled it out in a smooth motion.

 

I let Piper's flavors wash over my tongue like a fine wine for just a moment more before swallowing and looking to her. "How was that?"

 

Piper seemed slightly googly-eyed as she reclined in the dirt.

 

"I've never felt anything like that before," she admitted. 

 

"Did you like it?"

 

"I... I'm not sure yet. I think I need to think about it."

 

"Need a second time for comparison?"

 

"Oh, God, not tonight. Fuck, not this week."

 

I laughed. "Definitely not tonight. It takes time to fill up your reservoir, after all. But when you're ready to do some pee play again, let me know ahead of time. I'll give you some tips to have lots of supply to play with."

 

"I'm not making any promises about when or if we try that again," she warned.

 

I smiled. "That's fine. I'm pretty confident you'll be back for more, sooner or later."

 

"Ah, Blue?" she interrupted me.

 

"Yeah?"

 

"Why do I smell coffee?"

 

I hugged her, and then gave her a big kiss on the lips. She parted her lips and I quickly found her tongue, still salty from her recent bladder wash. "That, my love, is probably a question better suited for the sagacious Doctor Cain, but some things wash out in your pee, and the scent of coffee is one of them."

 

"It made the taste more bearable," she admitted.

 

"It did indeed," I agreed, flopping down on my side to lie next to her. "As spring nights go," I changed subject, "it's pretty warm tonight. You want to just crash right here?"

 

"Mmm," she mumbled, "that sounds good."

 

If the morning gardening crew found us sleeping in the next morning, they had the good manners to creep away quietly without waking us. That, or they were inexplicably late for their job on just that particular morning.

 

 

After we roused from our slumber and shared a quick shower, we walked out onto main street to witness a confrontation. 

 

"Hey! Don't touch me!" said a female voice that I didn't immediately recognize.

 

"Look, I just want a closer look at the material. Come on, you're our guest here, stop being stingy and let me have a look!"

 

Doctor Cain, it seemed, had finally removed her helmet and how was getting accosted by Winter. The petite woman sidestepped Winter's attempt to grab her wrist and hissed at her.

 

"Back off, or I'm gone," Cain threatened. "I did all the hard work to get this suit working. Figure out your boss's suit on your own."

 

 

"Winter," I said, interrupting the squabble, "what's going on?"

 

My ace mechanic/armorer/bed partner turned to me, here eyes flashing with anger. "Charley, perfect timing. The doctor here doesn't want to let me examine her power suit. I tried to tell her that you don't let people wear armor in town and that the least she can do is let me look at it."

 

Cain shook her head. "Ellison," she started.

 

"Charley," I corrected.

 

"Fine, Charley, I spend four years getting this suit operational again. It's my private property, and when this project is done it's my right to publish my discoveries. Ms. Ainsleigh isn't entitled to look at my gear, and I'm not comfortable leaving it unattended."

 

 

"OK," I said, "can we all just take a deep breath here?" 

 

Both women glared at me, but they did seem to cool down millimetrically, their postures becoming a little less tense.

 

"Winter," I said, "leave Doctor Cain's suit alone."

 

"But the whole reason you went to Olivia was to get the suit," she protested.

 

"No," I corrected, gently, "the reason we went to Olivia was to get the comm hub. Investigating the signal from the transit case was something extra we did. And it paid off - Doctor Cain helped us recover the comm hub intact. So please leave her suit alone."

 

"Doctor," I said before anyone could cut in, "don't wear combat armor around town. If you want a safe place to store your power suit, you can store it in my office where I keep mine locked up. I guarantee you no one will touch it."

 

"I'm not comfortable with an arrangement like that," she said, "I've had ample first hand experience that safe storage... isn't."

 

"I respect that," I acknowledged, "but sometimes you have to accept a certain level of discomfort in order to achieve your goals." I resisted the urge to wink at Piper. "I think it's a reasonable compromise that you disarm in exchange for working on the comm hub project with Jake."

 

"It's my Goddam project!" she snapped, "at best, you and Evans are equal partners in this venture."

 

I held up a hand to stop the tirade from proceeding further. "When we arrived at Olivia, your guards were all disarmed and bound up. You had been tied to a cross, and the raiders had already drained your suit to the point where you were helpless. The raider gang was well armed and seemed surprisingly well organized. If we hadn't rescued you, you would be dead right now. So no, the comm hub isn't your project. Your comm hub project ended with your ill-conceived attempt to purchase it from the raiders. Yes," I rolled over her imminent objection, "I'm aware of your plan to purchase it. We've been interrogating the captives we brought back and they've been very forthcoming. But that was the end of your project. Now you are assisting with our comm hub project, and we are very happy to have your assistance."

 

Cain glowered at me, but remained silent for the moment so I continued. "You're a guest in Concord. Concord is governed by the laws of Vault 111, and that includes a prohibition on body armor for everyone except for security personnel. It includes a prohibition on clothing for non-citizens. It's basic courtesy and a well-understood expectations that travelers and visitors are expected to obey the laws of the territories they visit. I didn't make an exception for the Nightingales, and it's time we stop making an exception for you."

 

As Cain started to respond, her eyes flicked away from me for a moment, betraying some discomfort. "Ellison. Charley. I'm impressed with your self-confidence and lack of body modesty. Evans explained the philosophy behind your culture of social nudity and I must recognize the progressive foundation it stands on. Indeed, I don't think I've witnessed a single incident of sexual harassment or gender-based microaggression since I arrived here. That's as impressive as your approach is non-traditional."

 

I nodded in acknowledgement, but let her keep going.

 

"Separate from those sociological considerations, there are functional safety reasons why obeying your settlement's nudity law is untenable."

 

"Explain," I said. "Jake doesn't seem to have a problem with the rules."

 

"Jake is reckless," she answered flatly. "And his vault suit provides him enough protection from sparks, heat hazards, and the myriad sharp edges and pinch hazards that he's able to work effectively. Fully disrobed, in accord with your laws, I'm exposed to greater hazards and, frankly, I don't have the same testosterone-fueled disdain for personal discomfort that Evans manifests."

 

I rolled my eyes, "well, thanks for breaking my streak on gender stereotyping."

 

Cain flapped a dismissive hand. "You know it's true. Besides, I'm prepared to offer a compromise. I believe you'll find that my official work garments from my institution still provide a degree of bodily exposure while at the same time offering suitable protection for my work."

 

"Hang on," I said, holding up a hand. "I thought you understood the reason for our clothing laws. It's not about exposure - it's about equality. Giving you a special uniform runs counter to that."

 

"I do understand the basis for your laws. I also understand that you, Charley, are obviously an exhibitionist and that your preferences clearly influenced the design of your community's uniforms." Before I could interject she added, "and that's fine. You've attracted a community that seems at ease with - even liberated by - your paraphilia, and I'm hardly inclined to judge."

 

"You're not really making a strong case," I observed.

 

Cain pointed to Piper. "You've already authorized legitimate work garments when they don't provide an excess of modesty," she argued. "Once you see what I'm talking about, I'm confident you'll agree that this is a fair compromise."

 

"She's got you there, Charley," Piper added.

 

"Don't tempt me to make you strip right here in the street," I growled. Then, I took my own advice from earlier and took a deep breath. "Fine, Doctor, show me what you have in mind."

 

"It's in the transit case for my suit. Follow me back to Evans' shop and I'll show you."

 

I followed her, and once we were up on Jake's rooftop patio Cain efficiently disrobed, packing away each part of the powersuit in the transit case.

 

 

"Now give me a moment to get dressed and you can judge for yourself."

 

The garment she retrieved appeared at first glance to be a simple sleeveless dress, with an gray spandex-like inner layer bonded to a white smock made out of a semi-rigid plastic material. However, as she pulled it over her head I could see that it had a large cutout panel in the front, covered only by a much thinner plastic layer that looked like transparent foil. After shifting the dress slightly to hang confortably, she reached between her legs and grasped at an elastic strong hanging from a small thong. She pulled it backwards and connected it to a plastic tab hanging at the small of her back, then clicked closed a series of clasps at the back of the dress, pulling everything tight. The flimsy looking strip of material that made up the thong barely covered her, and it was stretched tight against her body, enough so that I could see the contour of her labia and clitoris through it.

 

"If you're wondering, it's polyurethane - the same material you'd use for a dental dam. The purpose isn't really modesty, it's just to form an barrier to ensure contaminants can't enter the vagina."

 

"I take it your male colleagues just go commando?"

 

She laughed. "Free-balling, absolutely. No need to suffocate those boys. We issue them with a protective sheath that ensures nothing crawls up their urethra. And if folks start feeling frisky in the lab, they also work fantastically as condoms."

 

I took a walk around Cain, considering her costume. "You know, Doctor, I feel like I'm getting introduced to a whole new side of you."

 

 

"Well," she offered, "I value my privacy. I'm kind of going out on a limb even showing you this outfit, but you made a fair point about my position here, so I'm going to trust you."

 

After a moment she added, "it's a shame I can't show you where I work - you'd fit right in. But, well, confidentiality. You understand."

 

I nodded, considering the way the thong highlighted her pretty rump. "Interesting tattoo you have on your neck, there. I didn't notice it before when you were in the power suit. Same symbol as on the back of your dress. Is that from you, uh, school?"

 

"Something like that. This might sound morbid, but the tattoo helps my colleagues identify the body if I'm killed and disfigured."

 

"That happen often?"

 

Cain's tone darkened. "More often than we'd like. The Commonwealth isn't a safe place, not for a woman of science, not for anyone."

 

I crossed back to her front. "Isn't that true," I agreed. Then, chuckling, I nodded towards the tuft of hair poking out above her thong. "You've been out in the field for a while, haven't you?"

 

Cain looked down, then laughed. "Oh, that? Hardly. Like I said, the thong's for protection, not decoration. Sudden, unexpected hair loss is a reliable sign of exposure to poison or heavy metal, so maintaining some body hair is just a sensible safety precaution."

 

Piper had joined us on the roof and, without turning to acknowledge her, Cain added. "Based on how you keep your reporter friend, I can see that you appreciate a good thick bush. So why are you shaved clean?"

 

 

"Hey! I'm standing right here!" Piper snapped, "don't talk about me like I'm not here." 

 

Cain turned to Piper and looked down at her - having slipped into high heels, she new stood a little taller than my friend. "Sorry, Ms. Wright, I, ah... I'm not really a people person."

 

"And what's with all the Ms. this, Last-name that routine? Do you think you're better than us?"

 

Cain looked a little taken aback by that, "hold it, hold it," she said. "Look, I know I can been kind of standoffish, but I'm not trying to insult you. Where I come from, titles are important, and everyone's, well, everyone's on a last-name basis. It's the janitors and the cooks who we call by their first names, not, well, the important people."

 

"Jesus, you're just digging your hole deeper," Piper said, "maybe you should spend some time in the real world before you shit on working folks. You're just like McDonough, or those crooks at Bunker Hill."

 

I held out a pair of placating hands. "Piper, Doctor Cain, can we please all calm down? Doctor, I think you owe Piper an apology."

 

Cain looked a little abashed. "Yes, you're right. Piper, I'm sorry I haven't been a good guest. Maybe... will you spend some time with me to help understand my blind spots? It sounds like I'm due for a good consciousness-raising."

 

"Consa-what?" Piper muttered, then shook her head and looked Cain in the eyes. "I think we can arrange for that Doc." She paused, then tried again. "Doctor Cain. Maybe you can give me some perspective too. Would you be willing to go on the record for my paper?"

 

I raised a hand. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I think we've all got work to attend to. Doctor, I'll tentatively let you wear your work garment when you're on the job. If you want to socialize off the clock or use the café, I expect to see you naked. This exception only goes so far. And to answer your question... it's a long story."

 

Cain smirked. "That's not an answer."

 

"No, I suppose note. Let's table it for another time, though."

 

We split up then, Cain returning to Jake's workshop, where she had set up a little welding shop in one corner (and seeing the sparks fly, I started to understand why she insisted on some more coverage), while Piper and I went back to my apartment to plan our itinerary. We'd decided to go on a bit of a press junket through the different settlements under Vault 111. It would give her a chance to get some interviews, and me an opportunity to put eyes-on and find out what everyone needed. 

 

After we finished getting supplies ready for the trip, Piper and I headed down to Lily's café for a nightcap. As I passed through the door, I called out, "Hey, Lily, hope we're not coming in too late! What's on tap?"

 

I heard a little gasp of surprise and then Lily's voice, "uh, boss," she said, "I'm a little busy, just help yourself to whatever's behind the bar."

 

Looking over, I found Lily stretched out on the couch with a very naked Susan Cain, evidently interrupted in the middle of a kissing session. I nodded to the doctor in acknowledgement of her following my directions about 'out of office attire' and then proceeded to pour a pair of Gwinnet Stouts for myself and Piper.

 

 

"I hope you're not just planning to watch," Cain said.

 

"The thought had crossed my mind," I admitted, "you look good when you're dressed properly."

 

Cain laughed as Lily nibbled on her earlobe. "That reminds me of a comic I saw once. Remind me sometime to track down a copy for you. I think you'd get a kick out of it. Well, I'm not a big fan of voyeurism, so either take your beer to go or you two join us on the couch."

 

Piper let out a puff of air and shook her head. "Sorry, Doctor, I'm still heated up from our argument. Not in the mood. Blue, I need to get some sleep anyway. Don't stay up too long."

 

I patted her arm, "thanks, Piper," I said with a warm smile.

 

As she left, I heard the reporter mumbling, "and the mighty Vault Dweller claims another conquest."

 

The two women sat up and patted the cushion between them, beckoning to me. While Cain was wet in one sense - she'd obviously walked naked through the rain to get to the café - her sex and her lower tummy were also slick with her fluids. I hadn't slept with Lily before, but I recall Winter mentioning playing with her and it seemed like her technique was solid. Once I settled in between them, both women quickly started fondling my chest, and I could feel myself warming up fast as they pinched and twisted at my nipples.

 

 

"Your erect nipples are impressive," Cain said. "And... there's something rigid inside?"

 

"For the suit," I said, struggling a little to keep my voice even under all the teasing, "there's a... sensor behind my nipples."

 

"Fascinating," Cain whispered, "That system isn't operational on my suit. You'll have to tell me all about it."

 

"Stop talking shop," Lily cut in, slapping my breast for emphasis. "You're off duty, both of you."

 

"But I like talking shop," pouted Cain. "It gets me wet." For her own emphasis, Cain caught my nipple between her index and middle fingers and squeezed down hard, twisting and pulling.

 

 

"You're both fucking workaholics," she muttered. "Absolutely incorrigible. Alright, boss. Bend over that chair. I'll give you something to distract you. Doc," she pointed sternly at Cain, "you stay right here on that couch and keep yourself wet. Don't you dare cum until I'm done with Charley."

 

"Yes, ma'am," Cain answered with a mock salute, as Lily reached into her omnipresent postal bag and pulled out a girthy dildo. "Hope you've been keeping up with your stretching exercises, boss, because this is the one I save for the really experienced girls."

 

I was sufficiently heated up at this point that I eagerly assumed the position over the chair. As soon as Lily had finished attaching the strap-on, she joined me and I felt my pussy expand to accommodate her first thrust.

 

"Ah!" I groaned, "show me what you've got, Lily!"

 

 

She didn't hold back, demonstrating that her petite hips packed a real punch as she slammed home the thick dildo all the way to the end of my passage. It felt like she was going to push my uterus out my throat, and she kept up the pace too, working me over until I was a quivering mess draped over the chair.

 

"Keep coming back, boss. I've got more where that came from. Now, Doc, open those legs. I'll know if you got off."

 

Lily left me to recuperate and knelt down between Cain's legs. She took a dramatic sniff, then licked her from ass to clit, and then finally dipped a finger up to the knuckle in Cain's pussy and licked it clean. Satisfied, she proclaimed, "well done, Doc. I can tell you're on the edge, but looks like you held it together. Get over to that table and I'll give you your reward."

 

If Lily had gone rough on me, she was positively brutal with Cain. She pushed the doctor down against the table, threw one leg over her shoulder, and - having put the woman into an almost 180 degree split - plunged into her intensely wet pussy we strong strokes the brought their hips together with fast-repeating wet slaps.

 

 

I watched the fuck while I regained my strength and found myself in possession of new insight into where exactly Winter had acquired her penchant for rough play and dirty talk from. Lily, it seemed, was a real monster just cleverly disguised behind her innocent exterior. 

 

When those two finally finished up, they came back to check on me before pulling me into an embrace between the two of them. I might almost have made my escape then, but I could feel Lily's dildo between my legs, tickling at me, and I mustered the strength for a little more play.

 

 

The three of us eased down to the floor, and Cain started sucking and licking my clit with practiced ease. Lily, in turn, was loudly and sloppily doing the same to the doctor. I didn't have the energy for much, but I licked clean Lily's dildo, enjoying the sweet taste of Cain's juices, before snuffling in between the petite bartender's legs for some rather casual ass-eating. To her credit, Lily shifted to give me easy access, and relaxed her anus enough that I could slide my tongue in and around, giving her a good and proper rimjob, albeit one that was a little more slow and gentle than I think she preferred.

 

 

It was that final encounter that wrapped up our unplanned orgy, and only then did I stagger back to my bedroom, where I found Piper waiting for me.

 

"Hey, sweetie," I said.

 

She flashed some annoyed eyes at me. "That's not what I meant by 'don't stay up too late,' you know."

 

"Sorry," I said, sheepishly. "Those two are... something else."

 

"I'm pretty sure it's Lily's bad influence. Ever since you got that Vault Suit on her, I hear that she's had quite the awakening of her sexuality."

 

"It sure seemed that way," I confirmed. Then, tentatively, I asked, "you're not jealous, are you?"

 

Piper sighed. "You know, I feel like I should be... but it just isn't in there. Its obvious you've got a... hunger. And a fierce one, but you never feel like you're leaving me behind. And... I guess I'm OK with that."

 

"If you ever start to feel left behind, Piper," I whispered, slipping into bed behind her, "you set me straight right away. Because you're something special... and you're special to me."

 

 

"Blue," she cooed, "are you telling me you love me?"

 

I kissed the side of her neck, "yeah, Piper, I'm telling you I love you. Are you OK that there are some other people I love, too?"

 

"Yeah, I guess," she said. "God knows you've got a lot of loving to give. You might burn me out if it was just me."

 

"Mmm, that's good," I murmured, already drifting towards sleep.