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Bruce Isaac took in the crowd as he stepped up the microphone. It was his night to perform at the Shark Club in New Reno. Usually the customers ignored the performers on the stage; sometimes even heckle them. But for Bruce, they would travel for miles and pay good money to get in on those nights he was there.
Bruce had other things on his mind that night though. His boss, John Bishop, owed his a lot of money. Despite gentle reminders, John was still dragging his feet over paying him properly. Bruce had been working on a plan to get that money though; and tonight was the night he’d be enacting it. He had the bartender on side, who was going to send heavily drugged drinks up to John and the family guards. Bruce had managed to get the combination for the safe by pure luck. He’d been in the office one day and had seen it being opened. Having a good memory, Bruce had written it down as soon as he left.
By the end of his performance, Bruce knew John and the guards would be out cold. Putting his all into the performance, the audience went nuts when his set was over. Taking a bow, Bruce left the stage. Going backstage, he changed into something more comfortable before he headed upstairs to the Bishops’ family penthouse. Thankfully he wasn’t challenged at any point, despite being dressed in regular wastelander style clothes. He was a regular worker there and everyone knew him regardless of how he was dressed. There was no need to challenge him. It also wasn’t unusual for Bruce to head to the penthouse to get paid after a performance.
Adjusting the headscarf around his head, Bruce knocked the door. He waited long enough to make sure there was no answer; then slowly opened the door. As he suspected, all the occupants were unconscious. Carefully shutting the door, Bruce made his way over to the large safe. He knew a fair amount of money was kept in there. Thankfully the combination still worked. John obviously hadn’t bothered to change it in some time.
Idiot, Bruce thought to himself as he opened the safe. There were several money bags in there, which Bruce knew usually contained about 100 caps per bag. Grabbing out the amount he was owed, Bruce grabbed out some extra in NCR dollars and an extra bag of caps. He saw it as payment for the inconvenience. Shoving the money into his satchel, Bruce made his way out of there very quickly. He didn’t know exactly how much time he had left. As he crossed the floor to head towards the stairs, he heard a door open behind him and a female voice call his name. It was John’s daughter, Angela. She was dressed in little more than lingerie and a silky dressing gown.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” she said, matter of factly.
Bruce could tell by her voice that Angela was likely high on jet and likely a little drunk too. Angela had quite the reputation. She slept around. There was now a joke going around New Reno that pretty much everyone had slept with her at some point or another; in regards to men at least.
Bruce stopped and turned to look at Angela. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re behind my father being passed out… I know it!” She proclaimed. She wobbled in her bedroom doorway as she said so.
Closing the gap between them, Bruce caught hold of Angela to stop her from falling. “Steady now, I wouldn’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.”
Bruce guided Angela back into her bedroom, with the initial intention of potentially distracting her with more drink or drugs. At least that way, if she placated, he could make his escape before she caused any trouble. But it appeared that Angela had other things on her mind.
“If you have sex with me, I won’t tell my father that it was you that took the money.”
Bruce took a moment or two to realise what Angela had said. How did she know he’d taken anything? Lucky guess? Was she seriously trying to blackmail him? But, then, was he even surprised? At the same time, taking her up on the offer would be extra pay back on John. John was a neglectful father but weirdly over protective at the same time. Fucking his daughter when she was massively under the influence would be a nice bit of revenge. If Angela said anything about the money or him fucking her, how likely would it be that she would be believed? Bruce was willing to take the chance.
Angela had attempted to sit on her bed, but she was now half sprawled across it instead. Jesus! She was absolutely fucked out of her gourd. If he was going to do anything about this, Bruce knew he had to hurry. After closing the bedroom door, and taking his satchel off his back, he adjusted Angela so that he could easily climb over her. He untied her robe, allowing him better access. Shoving her bra upwards, Bruce latched onto one of her nipples. Angela moaned as he licked and sucked, his hand playing with the other breast. His mouth moved to the other nipple, giving that the same attention. Kissing his way down Angela’s body, Bruce eventually pulled her knickers off.
He opened the front of his trousers, pulling his semi hard dick out. Pulling Angela’s legs apart, Bruce slid his fingers in between her folds, getting her wet and ready. He used his other hand to stroke himself into full hardness. As much as Bruce wanted to take longer to prepare her, sadly there wasn’t going to be the time. Climbing back over Angela’s body, Bruce got himself into position and pushed himself inside of her. He didn’t care that he wasn’t wearing a condom or that he could potentially get her pregnant. If anything, that added to the thrill. She felt really tight and he had to force himself inside somewhat, despite giving her some preparation.
He fucked her roughly, not caring at this point if it was hurting her or if she wasn’t getting anything out of it. He wasn’t even sure if she was fully conscious but he wasn’t sure he completely cared. Fuck this entire family. Literally and metaphorically. Bruce continued to pump hard until he came inside Angela. He pulled out moments later, pulled his trousers back up and left quickly, grabbing his satchel, that he’d left by the door when he’d closed it. Angela mumbled something but Bruce didn’t catch what it was.
Straightening up the rest of his clothes and headscarf, Bruce tried to act as natural as possible as he went back downstairs. Thankfully the club was still busy and nobody was paying him any attention. Passing by the bar area, Bruce discreetly passed a few caps to the bartender who, in turn, handed him some water and food to take with him; putting it directly into his satchel. Stepping outside of the club, Bruce took a deep breath of the cool air and headed off out of town. His intention was to get as much distance as possible between and the Bishops. He wasn’t sure exactly where to go but, at that moment, he didn’t care. Something told him to head mostly South. He ended up tagging along with a caravan, that were heading in that general direction.
After several days of walking, Bruce found himself in Novac. Using some of the caps he had stolen, he paid to stay in a motel room for at least a couple of weeks. Jeanie May seemed delighted at having a long term guest. During that time, Bruce lay low. He bought some new clothes from the Dino shop and from a passing caravan. He cleaned and fixed up the clothes he had travelled in. There were a couple of books in the room he was staying in, and a working radio, which helped pass some time. He would often hang out in the food tent and chat with some of caravan workers, passing travellers and some of the locals. Bruce started hearing more about New Vegas and its various clubs.
One day, a person happened to pass through Novac. They were a courier and they were apparently hunting down someone who had tried to kill them. During their conversation, they happened to mention that they were helping Tommy Torini hire talent for the Aces Theatre in The Tops on the Strip. Bruce liked the idea of working for Tommy. Taking a business card, Bruce told this courier that he would get his stuff together and heading that way in a day or two. He knew that even John Bishop wouldn’t be stupid enough to turn up on the Strip and start anything. With the various families, Mr House, The NCR and the Securitrons that lived in Freeside and the Strip, he wouldn’t stand a chance.