This is direct continuation from Where It All Started, I suggest to read that first but this story also works as stand alone thing. I hope you enjoy.
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Disclaimer:
This short story is based on the Fallout universe after the occurrences of Fallout 4. We follow the story of Isabella Blackwood, a Vault Dweller who escaped from her vault and its horrors, ending up in a settlement called Ember Point.
In the Prologue she arrives at the said settlement with the Stonewall couple and settled there with them. The old couple took care of her and made her feel like a part of their family.
There will be three "main characters" in this story, our busty Vault Dweller Isabella of course, Fargo the family dog, and Boss man Morgh, a sleazy Ghoul who runs Honeydew Security.
Isabella is a young white woman in her early twenties. She has a diamond shaped face with high cheekbones and a narrow nose. Her skin is pale, and she has freckles. She has platinum blonde hair, long enough to almost reach her hips, and her eyes are dark brown. Her body is slender, and she seems to have had a strict exercise routine to keep her body toned but not to build muscle mass too much. Her legs are long and slim, but still feminine. She has heavy natural FF breasts, 24" / 63 cm waist and 35" / 91 cm hips. She stands 5'11" or 181 cm tall.
Morgh the Boss man is a ghoul of advanced years, with greenish grey, rotting-looking skin, shoulder-length greenish black hair that he wears in a ponytail and black eyes. His face is missing a nose, like it had dropped off at one point, and his body is bloated and fat. Between his legs is a particularly thick and long cock with an unusually large and bulbous tip. He has large and heavy balls and can shoot loads of sperm when he comes.
Fargo, the Dogmeat of this story, is a companion of Isabella's. He's a black and brown colored German Shepherd whose age is impossible to estimate, as he looks almost ageless. And no, you perv, we're not having Fargo do anything sexual.
Plain and simple -- Fucking her way up at work:
The first few months in Ember Point were chaotic for Isabella, there were so many things to learn and to adapt to. She helped around the house to pay for her upkeep with the Stonewall couple and became close with them both. Even the dog seemed more comfortable around her than the first time they had met. Fargo had taken a habit of sleeping in Isabella's bed, resting his head on her belly or between her breasts, waking her up in the mornings by licking her neck and face. It was a comforting feeling for Isabella, to have him close to her, someone who unconditionally cared for and liked her, would not lie about it, or try to gain anything from it.
Fargo followed Isabella around and kept most of the troubles at biting distance while she explored the settlement. When the Stonewalls left for another trip, Isabella was left alone to tend to their apartment and Fargo. Old Shelley had told Isabella that Fargo was now too attached to her, and they could not take him with them. Isabella had planned to look for job opportunities while the Stonewalls were away, she had heard about Honeydew Security, and that they were looking for new people to replenish their ranks. She put in her best possible effort to look nice and clean, and then off she went to meet the man who was running the business to see if he had anything to offer her.
As Isabella entered the Honeydew Security building, she was ushered to the second floor by one of the busy clerks on the ground floor and left there standing in the middle of the office of her potential future boss. Nothing prepared her for the sight as her possible employer arrived in his office moments later, passing her as she was looking at his neatly assorted desk. He was a ghoul of advanced years with greenish grey, rotting-looking skin, shoulder-length greenish black hair in a ponytail and black eyes. His face was missing a nose, like it had just dropped off at one point, and his body was bloated and fat. Though to his credit he was wearing a fashionable grey suit jacket unbuttoned over a white designer shirt, and fashionable grey suit pants. Isabella could feel how his black eyes were sliding leeringly over her body, taking in the slender curves and heavy breasts, her vault suit did not hide anything from his gaze.
She tried to break the silence by making eye contact, just to realize that her cleavage had the full attention of the sleazy ghoul. Without thinking Isabella leaned forward, offering him a better look, and he abruptly realized that he was supposed to be interviewing her. He quickly landed in his chair, which creaked like it was in pain, motioning for her to take a seat in front of the table. She settled in the appointed chair, crossing one leg over the other, leaning a bit on the desk as Morgh immediately kicked things off with his first question. Licking his broken lips, he asked what Isabella thought her best qualities were, a classic interview question. Isabella hesitated for a moment before she leaned forward over the desk, feeling how her breasts were trying to push out from the vault suit, her nipples hardened against the fabric, and she said with a honey-laced voice that her finest two qualities were her breasts. They're just so large and soft and touchable. Isabella knew that this was a gamble, but she went all in with it, adding that she was sure that he would agree with her. She could see how his eyes were bulging out from their sockets, and for a moment Isabella was worried that they would indeed pop out.
Morgh mumbled that he'd love to free them from the confines of the vault suit, and as an added tease Isabella ran her finger on the zipper slowly before settling back, knowing that she had scored a job, but at what cost. With a raised eyebrow Morgh asked her what her thoughts were on getting fucked by an older man. Isabella knew that he was clearly testing the waters, but still the question made her mind blank briefly and she felt aroused by his boldness, as she tried to figure out was he serious. Then she fixed her eyes on his and told him that older men, men like himself, are better than immature boys barely out of their teens. Older men know how to treat a girl, how to touch her, how to caress her body. She said that there's nothing sexier to her than a man with some years under his belt, hoping that this would be the last nail in the coffin for him.
Without losing a beat Morgh looked at Isabella with an appraising eye, before shooting another question, asking her what color of underwear she was wearing under that vault suit of hers. Leaning back in her chair Isabella played along, saying she wasn't wearing any underwear right now. She could feel how the situation had already made her wet and horny, and she involuntarily squirmed a bit in her chair. Morgh nodded a few times as he huffed and puffed himself out of the chair, circling around the table and pulling Isabella up by her hand, stating blandly that there was an opening for her if she wanted to start working at the start of the next week under him.
Morgh let the words float for a moment, making Isabella bite her lip as her mind wandered again before she nodded to him. Isabella left the office with a grin on her face, she had scored a chance to get her own thing in the settlement. Her steps were lighter as she wandered back home.
The rest of the week was a blur for Isabella, she tended the garden and spent time with Fargo, they took their normal evening walks around the settlement. Then came her first week of working for Honeydew Security. Nothing had prepared Isabella for the workload or how taxing the job was, it was confusing and total chaos. Her workdays were taking all the juice out of her for two reasons. Firstly, Isabella could feel Morgh's eyes on her as she was doing paperwork for him. Secondly, whenever he passed her or they were alone in his office he couldn't keep his hands off of Isabella's ass, waist, or thighs, and that made her mind wonder even more.
At first, he had been repulsive to her, but now because of how he touched her, she had wild fantasies about him running through her mind. Isabella was all pins and needles after a week of all the electrified tension around the office. She was frustrated, and so horny that she even had considered making Fargo lick her pussy to feel something else down there other than her own fingers, but of course she dismissed the thought of it. As the second week started, Isabella heard two other workers talking on the ground floor about a possible new position in Honeydew Security. Apparently Morgh had lost one of his employees after a bar fight the other night. Even though the event was unfortunate, this could be her possible break to get rid of the new girl title.