Life in the Oasis Ch. 03

Author's Note

This is the next chapter in the final series of the Elysium Trilogy. If you haven't yet, I suggest you read Part 1 and Part 2, although you do not need to have read the previous two parts to be able to completely understand the story (or enjoy the sex!), so don't let the size of this series intimidate you. You are welcome to start here and go back later or simply continue from here. If you like what you read here, there's plenty more in the previous two books!

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, and I do my best to ensure that the tags are correct and comprehensive for each chapter. These stories touch on a variety of sexual subjects, like male and female bisexuality, gay sex, lots of interracial sex, some incest, oodles of group sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism, all set in a near future universe where sex is far more open than in our world. You'll find a lot of the standard tropes turned on their head here, so don't be surprised to have your assumptions challenged!

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Sunday Evening, May 30, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

Jason Noir and Chance Carter were two of the more famous sex workers who called the Elysium home. Jason had spent close to a decade as one of the top interracial stars in porn before retiring to join the Elysium staff. Chance had started his own porn career just a few months ago, just as Jason came out of retirement to headline Nyla Sinclair's new website. The pair anchored Elysium Productions' interracial line of films, and each had won awards at the most recent AAFI ceremony.

"You know what she wants, right?" Chance said as he ran his fingers through his hair, which was dark, curly and cut in a fade on the sides, thicker on the top of his head. He looked left and right in the mirror and decided he didn't need a shave.

"Yeah, I know what she wants. She wants Jack, yo," Jason said, laughing. He was standing at the basin next to Chance, as they both got ready in the Elysium Productions green room, two floors above The Fields Spa. The green room used to be Emily Fisher's boudoir, where she'd entertained Chance, Jason, and so many of the Elysium's Black sex workers over the years. The room had been requisitioned and then converted back in April, after Nyla convinced Emily that the success of their porn site meant they needed additional space to film and prep on the Elysium's fifth floor.

Emily hadn't liked the idea -- she'd had that space since she'd joined the Sinclair Group two years ago -- but she knew Nyla wouldn't have asked if it wasn't necessary. Emily now used vacant suites throughout the hotel when she needed to blow off steam.

"She can't have Jack, though," Chance said, looking over at Jason, his mentor. It was an open secret that Emily Fisher wanted to fuck her son, Jack. Jason and Chance had been present on more than one occasion where she'd made that fact readily apparent. The sex workers in the Elysium were so inured to just about every kink under the sun that nobody thought anything of it.

"No, she can't," he said, sighing. "So, she'll settle for as much black cock as we can give her," he said, reaching down, grabbing his dick and shaking it at Chance.

Chance laughed. The two were naked. They had just gotten out of the shower and were getting primped before their appearance at Emily's bachelorette party.

"You know, we should do something to make this special for her," Chance said. He'd always had a soft spot for Mrs. F, as they called her. She was one of the first white women he'd fucked at the Elysium, after he'd been discovered by Solomon Sinclair. Chance had been one of the top draws on the Onyxed dating app that connected black men with women and couples who wanted to indulge all their interracial fantasies. Sol had hired him to be one of the first sex workers in the Elysium when the hotel had ramped up operations a few years ago, and Chance had been with him ever since. "Mrs. F has always been good to us," he added unnecessarily. Jason knew she had been. He was her favorite, after all.

"What do you think we should do, besides give her the fucking of her life?" Jason asked, rubbing a hand over his face. He was broad and thick around the chest, with chiseled abs, covered from neck to groin in various tattoos, including the coveted Sinclair Group 'S' that symbolized he'd worked for the company for over a year. Chance was just as built, his cock slightly smaller, but his body was largely tattoo-free, except for his own 'S' in the same spot as Jason's. Chance didn't like needles, but the Sinclair tattoo was a status symbol in Las Vegas, the equivalent of a Rolex on a high roller or a Hermes handbag carried by one of their wives, and he'd taken a few weed gummies and gotten it done.

"Well, how many Bulls we got in the stable this weekend?" Chance asked. Jason and Chance were the unofficial leaders of the coterie of Black male sex workers at the Elysium, which had been nicknamed the 'Stable of Bulls' by the Elysium crew. The Elysium had nearly eighty sex workers on staff, many of whom lived right there in the hotel on the 5th floor, and nearly a quarter of them were Black men. The Elysium was a major draw for the cuck fantasy crowd, and Jason and Chance were in particular demand, especially after Elysium Productions burst on the scene six months ago and took the porn world by storm.

The idea that men and women could, for a fee, easily set up trysts where they'd get to fuck genuine porn stars had been part of the genius of Nyla's production company. Almost all of their stars, with a handful of notable exceptions -- like Jack Fisher -- were sex workers at the Elysium. Part of the business plan Nyla had developed included using Elysium Productions as free publicity for the hotel, and now potentially the Emerald Club, which was joining the Sinclair Group family.

So, not only could people watch their favorite stars, both male and female, fuck on The Coliseum website, if they had the money and could get into the Elysium Club, they could fuck their favorite stars, too.

"I think maybe a dozen of them are here," Jason said. "I'd have to check the roster. Why? What you thinkin'? Misaki said we only need three other dudes for the party," he told him.

"Why give Mrs. F five when we can give her a dozen? Wouldn't that be a more memorable party? And what about the other girls?"

Jason scoffed. "Chance, you know if we bring twelve homies, Mrs. F will claim them all. But you know what?" Jason cocked his head, thinking. "I like the way you think. She deserves a special night, and I like the idea of surprising her. Hell, even she ain't done no twelve dudes at the same time. Lemme go round up the crew," he said, pulling on the black t-shirt and black booty shorts that made up the unofficial uniform of the Elysium's Stable.

Jason was back in ten minutes with three other members of the Stable, all of whom had been ready to go, as Misaki had warned them earlier that they'd been requested for Emily's bachelorette party.

"Just three?" Chance said, looking at the other three men. "I thought you said there was a dozen here?"

"Chill, bro," Jason said, laughing. "There's another seven coming -- they just weren't immediately ready. I got'em all up to speed and theys getting cleaned up and dressed. I figure we go down there, show Mrs. F what she's expecting to see, and then we bring the rest of the crew in and watch her react," he told Chance. "Fuck, I wish we had a camera. Damn."

"Naw, dawg," Chance told him. "Mrs. F don't want to be in no movies, and she's already had enough problems with the press from them home ones. You remember that shit with Jack after last Christmas? Let's just give her the best gangbang she's ever had, without complicatin' shit."

"Word," Jason said, looking at the other three guys. "You dudes ready to party?"

The other three men smiled and nodded, flexing and rolling their shoulders, like they were getting ready to go three rounds in the octagon.

No sooner had the words left Jason's mouth than the door to the green room opened, and Misaki Oh stepped in. She wore a white cotton Elysium robe, and her dark black hair was done up in a bun with a Tama Kanzashi to pin it up behind her head.

"Gentlemen, are you ready to be escorted down to The Fields? We are running a little late because of Jason's idea to bring in your additional colleagues," Misaki said, her voice soft and tinkling, just a hint of a Japanese accent touching her perfect English. Jason and Chance had both been with Misaki in films for Elysium Productions and both men counted themselves amongst the lucky that not only did they get to fuck Misaki, they got paid for the privilege. A few hours with her would set the average person back five figures, they knew.

And nobody had ever questioned a penny of her fee.

The five men followed Misaki down the 5th-floor corridor from the green room, into the elevators, and down to The Fields. Misaki led them through the side entrance and then along the long hallway that the staff used to move between the various rooms within the baths.

Misaki opened the door to the tepidarium and led Jason, Chance, and the other three men in. Jason smirked as he saw that Mrs. F had already gotten the party started and was making out with one of Jack's girlfriends, the blonde one whose name Jason could never remember. The other women he knew -- Avery, Nyla, and Lucy.

Jason could feel a stirring in his groin as he noticed that all of the women were nude. Lucy, in particular, he was fond of. He'd always had a thing for redheads, and not only was her hair gorgeous, she was built like a brick shithouse, as his momma used to say. He hoped there'd be a chance for him to play with some of these other women, but he knew Mrs. F tended to monopolize all the black cock in the room.

In the end, it didn't matter to him -- he was going to get laid, and he'd get paid for his time regardless. There were times he loved his job, and this was one of them. He'd fuck Mrs. F for free -- she was hot, she was enthusiastic, and she knew what she was doing -- at least, she did now. He had to admit that the first time they'd fucked, years ago, he had to use all of his professional skills to get through it. She was out of practice, had practically just laid there, and she looked nothing like she did now. Jason always liked his women, especially his white women, to look trashy, and Mrs. F had taken trash and raised it to fine art.

"Mrs. Fisher, my apologies for being late. I needed to ensure the men were properly attired and prepared for your party," Misaki said. Jason smirked again, knowing there was a better reason why they were late, although she wasn't lying -- the other seven guys needed to get dressed and ready.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Misaki," he heard Mrs. F respond. "Get down here and join the ladies."

Mrs. F climbed out of the pool, naked as a jaybird, and walked over towards Jason and the rest of the Bulls. He smiled broadly at her, as her massive tits swayed seductively, the gold rings of her nipple piercings winking in the light from the sconces around the pool, water dripping from them. He could see the glitter between her legs, where her clit piercing caught the light. He licked his lips and could feel himself getting hard. He nudged his crotch to loosen things up and waited for her to reach him.

"Emily, there are five men and six of us," said Jack's blonde girlfriend. "Who's going to be the odd woman out?"

Mrs. F gave an emphatic "Ha!" and turned around to look at her. "Eva--" That was her name, Jason remembered. Eva. He repeated it a few times in his head so he wouldn't forget it. "... Sweetie, these five are all for me! The rest of you bitches need to get your own."

Jason looked over at Chance and the rest of the Bulls, and Chance looked back at him. Jason gave Chance his best "I-told-you-so" look, and Chance shrugged. He hadn't really argued when Jason told him Mrs. F wanted as much black cock as she could get. It wasn't exactly a secret. She was by far the biggest non-pornstar snowbunny in Las Vegas. Cassidy Cane would probably win the overall prize, but she did it for cash. Mrs. F did it for fun.

"Looks like this party is just getting started," Lucy said, and Jason turned his smile to her.

"Get out those clothes, boyos," Jason said to the other men. "Mrs. F look like she needs some cock," he told them.

"You're damn right I do," Emily said, stepping up to him. She tugged down his shorts, and within two shakes of a lamb's tail, was on her knees, her hand wrapped around the base of Jason's cock, and her mouth opening to take it in.

Jason looked over at four women in the pool. Avery and Eva had their arms around each other and were watching, Eva open-mouthed, as Emily began to blow Jason, trying her best to get his cock hard as quickly as possible. Nyla and Lucy sat holding hands, and he saw Nyla lick her lips.

Misaki had ignored Emily's suggestion that she get with the other girls and had taken advantage of everyone's attention being on Jason, Chance, and the other three men to slip out the side door. Jason knew she was going to get the other seven guys that would make it an even dozen for Mrs. F and hopefully give her a bachelorette party she'd never forget.

The tepidarium was essentially a large indoor pool, but the room itself was bigger than just the pool. There was enough space for chairs and tables, and it was often treated like a gathering place in The Fields, where men and women could frolic together. The walls were covered with erotic mosaics, and the light was just dark enough to be mysterious but light enough to allow everyone to see what was going on. The pool itself was lit internally, and the ripples in the water reflecting off the mosaic scenes made the whole room feel like it was perpetually in motion, the figures coupling furiously on the walls, in a variety of combinations and poses.

One of Emily's favorite mosaics on the wall was of a tiny white figure surrounded by larger black figures, presaging a gangbang. And here, in front of her, she was going to get to recreate that part of the mosaic for her bachelorette party. Sol had told her what he, Jack, and the boys had gotten up to the night before, and she knew she was about to have at least as good a time as they did. As her head bobbed up and down on Jason's cock, she gestured for the other men to surround her, which they did.

One of the features of the tepidarium was a handful of cabanas that could be rented out. These were similar to the cabanas in the outdoor pool area, where Emily and Jack had gotten caught by reporters working for Avery so many months ago. These cabanas were different -- they weren't there for the privacy of the people using them, they were more a place to be able to relax, watch the goings-on in the pool, and have a comfortable place to fuck. It was expected that if you were using a cabana in The Fields, you were expecting an audience.

At some point, Emily thought, she would need to move the action over to one of the circular beds in the cabanas. But before she did that, she wanted to get a taste of each of the men. Since it was her party, after all, she could do what she wanted.

"Is she going to fuck them all?" Eva asked Avery quietly, as the five Black men surrounded Jack's mother, their dicks out as they began stroking them to get them fully erect.

"Yep," Avery said, unwilling or unable to tear her eyes from what was happening in front of her.

"Oh, wow," Eva said. "Are we going to watch the whole thing?"

"Yep," Avery replied, again, still mesmerized by the scene unfolding in front of her.

"Do you want me to play with your pussy while you watch?" Eva asked her, looking over at Avery.

"Yep," Avery said, one more time. Eva smiled, but Avery's gaze was immovable.

Eva slid in behind Avery so that Avery could sit on her lap. Avery spread her legs and felt Eva's gentle fingers probing at the entrance to her pussy, slipping a finger in, her other hand gently, oh-so-gently, massaging her clit. It felt wonderful and Avery leaned back into Eva, as Emily began to take each of the five black cocks into her mouth in turn.

Jason looked over at Chance, who grinned back at him. Mrs. F was in heaven, surrounded by big black cock. She had switched partners and now was blowing one of the newer members of the Stable, while she stroked Jason and Chance's cocks with her free hands. She worked her way slowly around the circle of five men, slobbering on each of their rods, rotating who she blew and who she was jacking off.

"Slap my face with your cocks, boys," Emily purred, as she took Chance in her mouth. The two men who were the odd-men-out and didn't have Emily's hands or mouth on their members stepped forward and began to slap the heads of their penises against her face. She grinned as they did it, increasing the speed and the depth to which she was taking Chance's dick in her mouth.

Emily was an expert fellatio artist, but Chance was just a little too large for her to deepthroat, as was Jason. One of the newer guys, however, had a slightly smaller cock than the other four, and Emily took it as a challenge to get him completely down her throat. She turned to him, dropped the other cocks, and focused her attention on him.

She hadn't yet had the pleasure of fucking the new guy, a tall, skinny, youth of barely twenty with light chocolate skin and dreadlocks that hung down to his shoulders in a wide spray that reminded Emily of a willow tree that had stood in her backyard when she younger.

"What's your name?" She asked of the new Bull, looking up at him with her big eyes, withdrawing his cock from her mouth to do so.

"Antoine," he said. "I've only been here two weeks, Mrs. Fisher," he told her.

"Well, thanks for being a part of my party, Antoine," she cooed. Then she slid her mouth onto his cock, taking it in inch by inch until her nose was nestled into the soft patch of pubes he had above the base of his penis. She held the pose for a few seconds, and then pulled off him, her breath exploding out of her in a laugh.

"I knew I could do it!" She said triumphantly. "Antoine, your cock is the perfect size for my throat!"

Antoine grinned at her, but didn't have time to reply before Emily's mouth was back on his cock. She waved the others back over to her, and soon she had another pair of cocks in her hands, while she worked Antoine's dick in her throat.

"Damn, Nyla," Lucy said, watching the display. "I had no idea Em could do that," she said, mouth hanging open.

"Girl, you ain't seen nothing yet," Nyla said, squeezing Lucy and giving her a peck on the cheek. "My girl is the biggest slut in Las Vegas. She can take all that dick and more. A lot more," Nyla said, laughing.

At that moment, one of the staff doors to the tepidarium opened, and Misaki reentered, followed by another group of Black men, all dressed in the same black t-shirts and black booty shorts that the previous five had been wearing before they'd stripped down to begin Emily's party.

"Holy shit," Avery breathed, as the additional men stepped into the room. "A dozen? She's going to fuck a dozen men?"

Nyla's eyes went just as wide as Avery's. She'd just said Emily could take a lot more dick, and suddenly, like a wish fulfilled by a genie, a lot more dick had arrived.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Fisher. These men were requested for your party by Jason. I have brought them to you at his request."

Emily dropped the two cocks in her hands and withdrew Antoine's penis from her throat. She stood up and turned to where Misaki was standing and looked at her with glee.

"Jason! Was this your idea?" She asked, turning to him.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, a grin spreading on his face. "You're the gangbang queen of the Elysium, Mrs. F, but I don't think even you had a dozen brothers at once.

Tonight's your bachelorette party, and we wanted to make it memorable."

The look of glee was superseded by a look of pure lust. "Jason, this is a wonderful gift. Thank you so much!"

Emily stepped forward, her large breasts jiggling as she pranced over to where Misaki was standing. She slipped Misaki's Elysium robe from her shoulders and wrapped her arms around Misaki's neck, their breasts mashed together, and she planted a warm, wet kiss right on Misaki's mouth.

"And that's for you, for bringing all these delicious men to me," Emily said to Misaki quietly.

Avery whimpered, and Eva grinned at her as she kissed Avery's neck and continued her gentle massage of Avery's nether regions.

"It is my pleasure, Mrs. Fisher," Misaki said, demurely, a small smile on her face. "May I recommend we move one of the beds from the cabanas to the center here so that you can be comfortable and your audience can have a better view?"

"That's a great idea, Misaki, thank you," Emily said, releasing Misaki and taking a step back.

The new arrivals had heard what Misaki told Emily, and they rushed to do her bidding. Soon, one of the large, circular beds that had been within one of the cabana tents had been moved to the center of the room, just before the ramp that led into the tepidarium's pool.

"Okay, boys," Emily said, as she climbed up onto the bed and lay on her back in the center of it. She spread her legs, showing off her pierced clit, welcoming pussy and asshole, and then gestured for the men to get closer. "Time for you to fuck me!"

The seven new arrivals pulled off their t-shirts and shorts, and all dozen men surrounded the bed, some climbing onto it on their knees, and moving closer to where Emily Fisher lay, waiting for them. Misaki stepped over, a tube of lube in her hand, which she placed on the bed within reach of Emily if she needed it.

Jason and Chance, who were already hard, having been a part of the initial five, moved over and picked Mrs. F up, which caused her to squeal in delight, and rearranged her so that Jason was below her, and Chance was between both Jason and Emily's legs. Emily reached over and grabbed the tube of lube, flipping the lid and squirting a dose into her hand, which she slathered onto Jason's cock. Slowly, gingerly, Jason lowered Mrs. F down onto him, sliding his cock into her puckered anus. The lube helped greatly with this, and Emily gave a deep groan as she took most of Jason's big black cock in her asshole.

Once he was firmly inside her, Chance moved up, still on his knees, and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Antoine, her new favorite cock to suck, positioned himself by her head, and soon she was airtight -- a cock in all three holes. One of the other original five stepped up on the opposite side of her face from Antoine, and she reached up and took his cock in her hand.

The seven new men were all in various stages of arousal, and each of them either knelt on the bed or stood around it, trying to get the best view they could of the action. From their seats in the pool, Avery, Eva, Lucy and Nyla could just see Emily's face with a mouthful of cock, and the two men pounding into her pussy. But they knew that the view was soon going to be obscured by the other men waiting their turns with Emily.

Eva tapped Avery on the shoulder and pointed, suggesting they get out of the pool and go stand closer to where the action was so they could get a better view. Avery was still in a trance and just assented wordlessly to whatever Eva suggested.

Nyla and Lucy had begun to kiss each other, paying less attention to what was happening on the bed in front of them than to each other. Eva looked at them wistfully -- she enjoyed watching women together -- but knew that the sight in front of her was a rare experience. She'd have said once-in-a-lifetime, but this was the Elysium, after all.

Emily was being fucked by all three cocks now. Surrounding her, the other men were all now sporting healthy erections. Eva assumed they'd all taken a little blue pill before they'd arrived, but these men were professional sex workers, and presumably didn't always need the crutch. She watched as nine different black men, all of varying body types, sizes and shapes, stroked their cocks waiting for their chance to fuck the co-owner of the Elysium the weekend before her wedding.

Avery's pussy was sopping wet, and she said a silent prayer that Jack was back in their rooms, because the moment this party was over, she needed his cock inside her. She looked at Eva and could tell she felt the same way.

The gangbang lasted another forty-five minutes. Emily Fisher took every single one of those dozen cocks in her mouth, many of them in her ass, and all of them in her pussy. The torrent of dirty talk that Avery knew was inside Emily mostly stayed inside her, as her mouth was seldom empty of cock, and she couldn't have gotten a word out edgewise.

As the men switched position, so did she, eventually ending up on her hands and knees, as the men filled her pussy, ass and mouth that way, and at one point she'd managed to work five cocks at the same time. Two in her hands, and one in each hole. Emily's holes were well used, but none of the men tried to fit more than one cock in each hole at the same time - they didn't want to take a chance on injuring her.

Jason was the first to climax, and she took his load deep inside her asshole. Chance and Antoine followed up, each of them in her pussy, and soon the lower half of Emily Fisher was a cum soaked, sodden mess.

She paused briefly after the first three loads. "I want the rest of you in my mouth and on my face," she ordered. "Give me all your cum, boys! I want it all!" The men cheered and began to line up around her.

Avery whimpered again, and Eva reached around and hugged her from behind. The two women had stood quietly, completely naked, watching the show from a few feet away. A few of the men had gestured them over, but Avery shook her head negatively. She was desperate for cock, but not just any cock. She wanted Jack. And she wanted to watch the end of this amazing spectacle. Eva looked at Avery fondly, and then back at the show. She'd never seen anything like it, even in the last two months. She'd been gradually spending more and more time here at the Elysium with Jack and Avery rather than back at her own place at the Empire Luxe and was well aware of the things that happened in this unique hotel, but this was one-of-a-kind.

The gangbang shifted into a bukkake party, as each of the men who were left prepared to deposit their loads on Emily's face and body. It took a while, but by the time each of the remaining nine men had climaxed, Emily Fisher was a cum soaked wreck, her hair covered, her face dripping, and her two large breasts glazed over with the cream of a room full of men.

"Boys, this was one of the greatest things I've ever done," she said, breathlessly. "I can't count how many times I came, and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did," she said, laughing, wiping a dollop of cum out of her eye that had dripped from her forehead as she spoke.

"We love you, Mrs. F! Congrats on the wedding!" Chance said, stepping up, and all dozen men gave her a round of applause. Emily stood up shakily, her legs a bit rubbery from the near hour-long fuck session. She took a few hesitant steps forward, and walked into the pool, ducking her head under the water, and quickly washing off the cum from the dozen men. In a few seconds, she was squeaky clean again, her hair plastered to her body, along with a satisfied smile.

Eva noticed the horrified look on the face of one of The Fields staff, who was standing by with towels and a fresh robe for Mrs. Fisher. While the pool was often used for sex, the combined jizz of a dozen men would require them to drain and clean it. But it's not like anybody would complaint about that -- it was, after all, Emily's pool.

Avery felt like she was drunk. Eva had taken the whole thing in stride, although she was still amazed that Jack's mother could handle that much cock in one session. Although neither one of them had sucked or fucked any of the guys, they had watched one of the biggest gangbangs either had ever seen, on a screen or otherwise. Eva took Avery by the hand and gently moved her over to where their robes were lying and got both of them dressed.

Avery was going through the motions, still doing whatever Eva suggested, still stunned. She had seen Emily fuck a crew of Black men before, but never this many. She prayed again that Jack was in their apartments.

"Did that just happen?" Eva asked as they left The Fields and stumbled into the elevator to take them back up to their apartments.

Avery just nodded her head. She had rarely been this turned on in her life. Her mouth, her pussy and her ass were burning with desire. She'd never felt anything like it. She'd watched plenty of gangbang porn in her day -- Cassidy Cain, the queen of gangbangs, was her favorite star after all -- but she'd never seen anything like she'd seen tonight. She felt as if she didn't get filled immediately, she'd scream.

The elevator let them off in the Penthouse lobby, and they marched double quick down to their apartments, opened the door with Eva's phone, and barged in.

Avery's prayers were answered, as Jack was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book, a glass of scotch in his hand.

"Jack!" Avery said, rushing over to him.

"Hello ladies, have a good time?" he asked, setting the glass of scotch on the coffee table and smiling as his girlfriends hustled into the room.

"Jack, shut up and fuck me! Eva, you need to fuck me, too," she ordered, looking at Jack and then at Eva. "I need your cocks in me, right now!"

"That good, huh?" Jack asked, a wry grin on his face. Avery smashed her lips into his to shut him up, pushed him into the bedroom and then started tearing off his clothes.

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Tuesday Evening, July 12, 1983

Rosé Café, Las Vegas

"It looks like our efforts are already being rewarded," Victor Romano said to his colleague, raising a glass of red by the stem, nodding and then taking a sip. "This is fine, Sheldon," Victor added as an afterthought.

"It's a Super Tuscan. You heard of those?" Sheldon Weissman said, pouring himself a healthy dose from the bottle.

"I'm aware of Tuscans, I'm aware of Chianti, but I am not aware of Super Tuscans," Victor said. "My family is from Tuscany, after all. I grew up drinking Chianti," he added.

"You know how the Italians copied the French with their wine classification system? Well, one of their vineyards got pissed at how restrictive they were, so they decided to mix Cabernet Sauvignon with the usual Sangiovese grapes to make a new blend. Only been around about a decade now, but I prefer it," Sheldon told him, taking a healthy slug. "My wife introduced me to it," he added.

The Rosé Café was one of the rare Vegas icons that the Mob hadn't infiltrated. Founded in the mid-1960s, it catered to a mix of locals and Hollywood A-listers, who came to get away from the bright lights of the Strip. It was renowned for its wine list and its greasy bar food, just one of the many quirks of the place.

"Now, let's get down to business, shall we?" Sheldon said, emptying his glass and refilling it with what was left of the bottle. Before him sat the sad remains of a plate of buffalo wings, nothing left but bone and gristle. Romano hadn't eaten a thing, and he'd been nursing his glass of wine. He wasn't technically old enough to drink, being a few months shy of his twenty-first birthday, but nobody had carded him, and he didn't volunteer the information.

"As I said, it looks like our efforts are already being rewarded," Romano repeated. "Chesterfield informed all of us at yesterday's board meeting that more than a dozen gangsters are going to be indicted and arrested soon," he explained.

Sheldon raised an eyebrow. "I hadn't heard this. Did he say who was being indicted? Did he say where he got the information?"

Romano repeated the list of names that Chesterfield had passed along. "He told us not to worry about where he got the information, and when pressed, he said 'a little bird told him,' whatever that's supposed to mean." Romano recounted. Victor had a photographic memory, rarely forgot a face or a fact. It was one of the reasons why he'd sailed through private school and then Yale.

"Cute," Sheldon said, grinning. "I know exactly what he means."

Victor looked at Weissman expectantly. Weissman took another large gulp of wine and then picked over the plate of wings, hoping that he might have missed one, to no avail. The plate was suddenly removed, along with the empty bottle, replaced with a fresh bottle and another plate of steaming hot wings slathered in buffalo sauce.

The waitress paused, as Sheldon pressed his hands together in mock prayer, and looked at the ceiling. "Thank you, Lord, for answering my prayers," he said, jokingly. "And thank you for bestowing such gifts of beauty and grace on our waitress," he added.

The waitress, a short, skinny woman with no chest, looked to be in her late twenties. She had tight, curly black hair that framed her head, with a bit of frizz that reminded Victor of an Afro. Her face was narrow and pinched, and Victor didn't think anybody, anywhere, would be writing poetry or saying prayers thanking God for her beauty.

She didn't think so either, because she rolled her eyes. "You're so full of shit, Sheldon. I just saved myself getting yelled at by bringing you fresh food before you started whining," she told him.

"You know me so well. My dear, will you marry me?" He asked, reaching around the table and grabbing the waitress's ass, giving it a pinch.

She didn't even flinch. "I'm already married, idiot," she said. "You should know, you were there." She gave him a half grin and then turned and stalked back towards the kitchen.

"You come here a lot?" Victor asked placidly. He wasn't sure whether to be disgusted by the display or to simply accept that Weissman was a boor.

"Victor, I'm surprised at you," Sheldon said, tearing the meat off a wing and getting a smear of buffalo sauce on his face. "You usually do your homework better than that," he added.

Victor bristled at the statement, largely because it was true. He hadn't had time to check up on the café. Having a newborn at home was sucking up nearly all of his free time, even with the nanny to help. His wife, Elizabeth, was still recovering from the delivery and so he had spent most of last night with her, caring for their daughter. He didn't think that was a good excuse, but it was, at least, the reason why he hadn't done his typical meticulous background check.

"I'm sorry, Sheldon. My wife gave birth yesterday, and it has me a bit off kilter. I'm quite vexed that it has led to me being so sloppy," Victor said, in the same tone of voice most men would use to remark on the weather or traffic.

"What?! Congratulations! Why the hell are you here with me? Shouldn't you be at home? Waitress!" Sheldon shouted, standing up and waving over at the woman who had just left their table. Sheldon was barely taller standing up than he had been sitting down on the barstool.

The waitress looked over at the two men and sighed, then came over, grabbing a pencil and her order book.

"What now, Sheldon? You already eat those wings?"

"Champagne -- the Bollinger '61 and be quick about it. Victor, here's a new father!"

The waitress looked at Romano, and her face crinkled into the first smile he'd seen from her. "That's great news! Congratulations! Boy or girl?"

"A girl," Victor said, cocking his head and accepting the congratulations.

"Bless her! Bollinger '61, coming right up," the waitress said.

"Thank you for the champagne," Victor said, as they watched the waitress disappear down into the wine cellar. "But you were saying?"

"Where was I?" Sheldon said, climbing back up on his barstool. "Oh, right, Winnie's 'little bird' quip," he said, still smiling at Romano's news about his daughter. "Are you familiar with Virginia politics at all?"

"No," Romano said. "Not particularly. My family lives in New York," he added.

"The last fifty years, Virginia politics has been dominated by the Byrd machine. Harry Byrd was their Senator from the 1930s until the mid-sixties. His son, Harry Byrd, Jr., took his seat and just retired last year. Winnie's 'little bird' was probably Junior. And if it was, you can take it to the bank that what he said was true," Sheldon said.

"How perspicacious of you," Romano said, taking a sip of the Super Tuscan. "And how witty of Winston Chesterfield. I wouldn't have guessed the man had it in him to be so clever."

"Don't underestimate Winnie Chesterfield, Victor," Sheldon said. "He is as shrewd as they come, and while he outwardly presents himself like one of these old school gangster style casino owners, he's no idiot. He's probably the smartest of all the owners. And the most ambitious," Sheldon told him.

Romano narrowed his eyes. Maybe Chesterfield had been the smartest. But there was a new kid in town. And Romano knew he could give any man a run for his money in the ambition department. His ambition was no less than to remake Las Vegas completely.

"I'll take what you say at face value," Romano told him. "But I've yet to see it."

"So, the Mob is getting cleared out of Vegas, eh?" Sheldon said, continuing the business side of their conversation. "Well, that's welcome news. I've been doing my best to put pressure on them, and I'm glad to see the Feds have been noticing. What did Chesterfield say at the rest of the meeting?"

Romano cocked his head, remembering. "Essentially, he said all the casino owners would be getting an instant profit increase without the skim from the mobsters. Some of the other owners were concerned, pointing out that the Mob -- while violent and greedy -- had done a good job of keeping out the competition and ensuring that business was stable," he continued.

"That didn't stop you all," Sheldon said. He knew Victor represented one of the big conglomerates that were popping up across various industries. They looked to be the future of Las Vegas. A Vegas unshackled by the Mob was likely to go corporate, given the revenues and potential profits that the town already generated. The casinos were a billion-dollar industry, and they were sexy assets to own, even if they came with a whole host of headaches.

"Not everyone has our resources," Romano said, nodding. "But I have to agree. Things may not be that stable in the short term, and I expect we'll start seeing more corporate investment, including foreign investment, in the city here shortly. Lots of opportunities, especially as the Mob-affiliated investors and hotels start packing up and leaving town."

Sheldon smirked. "You think they're just going to go? Walk away from the best money laundering machine in the world? Just give up all the riches here in the desert without a fight?"

"From the tone of your voice, it sounds to me like you view that possibility as unlikely," Victor frowned. "How vexing."

"You like the word, don't you?" Sheldon laughed. "I'm going to have to start calling you Vex instead of Victor if you keep it up. But yes, it's very unlikely. A handful of mobsters get sent to prison, which won't clean the town out. We've got to double down on what we're doing. More pressure, more sunlight, more publicity. And you're in a good position to help me with that," Sheldon told the younger man.

"How?"

"Keep feeding me information. Let me know who is with us, trying to get rid of the Mob in town, and who is still protecting and working with them. You get me the information, I'll generate the headlines, and the more sun we shine on them, the more likely it is we can get the authorities to take notice and do something. And, hopefully, the more we harp on the casinos that are still Mob-affiliated, the more likely it is their owners either sell or stand up to the Mob," Sheldon continued, his voice picking up speed and passion. "We can't afford to let this chance slip by -- we've got a real chance to push the Mob out of this town for good. Can I rely on you?"

"Always," Victor told him.

"It's likely to get dangerous," Sheldon warned. "These guys don't play fair. Are you okay with that?"

"I am," Victor said. No one could ever call him a coward. But he worried that his courage was less an intrinsic part of his character and more the product of his poor imagination. He wasn't afraid to be threatened or even physically attacked. He didn't expect the Mob would go much farther than that, especially with the FBI breathing down their necks.

In short, he had no idea what was coming.

"You've got a young wife and a new baby, Victor. I won't look down on you if you don't want to be part of this anymore," Sheldon said softly. He knew the boy was smart, but he didn't know if the boy was streetwise enough to understand what he was getting into.

"I told Chesterfield this yesterday. I want this city to be a place that my daughter can feel proud to be from. I am committed to cleaning up this town and making it the kind of place where people want to live and raise their families. I will do whatever it takes to make that happen," Victor told him forcefully.

Sheldon looked at the kid and sighed inwardly. Oh, to be young and full of idealism again. He remembered what he'd been like when he first started in the newspaper business, when he was young and full of the same fighting verve that Romano had. It had kept him going for years, even as the city and life and the world did their best to kick the shit out of him. He hadn't lost all his idealism, even if he'd grown far more cynical these days.

"'You furnish the pictures, I'll furnish the war,'" Sheldon said, quoting William Randolph Hearst. "You keep giving me as much information as you can, and I'll do the rest. Deal?"

Victor reached across the table and shook Sheldon's hand.

"Deal."

The waitress returned with three champagne coupe glasses and the bottle of Bollinger '61. The cork was already removed, and she poured three glasses, handing one to Romano, one to Sheldon, and keeping one for herself.

"To Victor's new daughter! What's her name?" Sheldon asked, raising his glass.

"Sally," Romano told him.

"To Sally!" The trio clinked glasses and took deep sips.

Sheldon smacked his lips and sighed. He finished his glass and set it down on the table. The waitress set hers down as well, still mostly full, and Sheldon picked it up and downed it, then gave a healthy burp, which he cushioned with his hand.

Mostly.

"Thank you, my dear," he said. The waitress rolled her eyes again, and Sheldon slapped her on the ass as she walked away. She didn't even acknowledge it.

"Sheldon, if you keep harassing that poor waitress, they're going to kick you out of here," Romano told him.

Sheldon barked a laugh. "I don't think so. I own the place," he told Romano.

The waitress turned and shouted over her shoulder. "And that lunk is my husband!" she shouted back at the two men.

Romano looked at Sheldon and raised an eyebrow.

"My wife, Rita. We met while she was working here. Once I bought the paper and it was doing well, I married her, and then I bought this place. It's kind of a hobby now, and she likes working here," he said, grinning. "I told you, next time do your homework."

Romano scowled, sighed, and took another sip of his champagne, vexed again.

* * *

Sunday Night, May 30, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

My lazy Sunday was ending peacefully. The girls were still at Mom's bachelorette party, and I had spent most of the day getting all of the grooming and busy work done that I knew I needed to take care of before the wedding next weekend, and before I started the new gig at the Oasis on June 13th.

My hair was cut, back to a manageable length, and the rest of my grooming was complete. I'd made a good start at getting my abs back, spending nearly two hours in the gym on a variety of exercises designed to bring back my muscle tone and keep me in shape. I spent half an hour in the sauna, stared at a few men wistfully, but I'd done my best to keep it in my pants today.

I know that doesn't sound like a major accomplishment but let me tell you -- there's something about being in this hotel. Not only are you constantly surrounded by eroticism, from the art on the walls to the videos on the monitors everywhere, but it's rare when you walk through the lobby or the casino floor and don't see at least a few people making out openly or more. The gym is a frequent public sex spot, and the sports book, where I'd spent the afternoon, has a special roped-off area that is specifically for group sex now. I smiled when I saw it, because I knew that I had been responsible for it a few months ago.

Men and women, women and women, men and men -- the endless variations of coupling, all of that was on display quite often in the Elysium. And, given my semi-celebrity status, I was sometimes -- not often, but often enough that I can mention it without sounding like an egotist -- asked for photos or autographs ... or more.

Not today, though. People had generally left me alone. So, for the first time in a while, I'd made it through most of the day without sex.

That lasted most of the evening as well, as I sat on my couch reading a book. The book I'd chosen was a history of Las Vegas and the Mob, an area that I probably should have been more familiar with. I was at the beginning of it, but I'd already read about many names of people I'd heard of, and a few I'd already met, like Winston Chesterfield. Trying to square the dashing young casino exec discussed in the history book with the grizzled old man I'd met a few times was difficult, but time takes its toll on all of us.

I was only a few chapters in, a drink in my hand, when Avery and Eva barged through the door. I knew right away, from the look in Avery's eyes, that my evening was about to get a lot more exciting.

"Jack!" Avery said, stepping into the room. She was clad only in a white Elysium hotel robe and a pair of white shower shoes. Eva was following her, Avery towing her by the hand into our apartments.

"Jack!" Avery said, rushing over to me.

"Hello ladies, have a good time?" I said, setting my drink on the coffee table and sticking the business card I'd been using as a bookmark into my spot in the Vegas history, which I placed alongside it.

"Jack, shut up and fuck me. Eva, you need to fuck me, too." She stepped forward, grabbed my hand in hers, and towed both of us towards the bedroom. The door was open, and I ordered the lights on verbally, the smart lighting in the apartment winking them on for us as Eva and I were dragged towards the bed.

Avery pointed imperially over at the nightstand beside the bed, the one that I knew held an assortment of sex toys and lube, courtesy of the Sex Toy Gideons who had filled every nightstand in the hotel with dildos, strap-ons, cock rings, lube, over-the-counter Viagra and a few other assorted goodies that helped the unprepared get off during the stay with us.

"I need your cocks in me, right now!"

Eva didn't have a cock, obviously, although the thought of that kind of turned me on, not gonna lie. But there was a strap-on in the nightstand, and I knew, and so did she, exactly what Avery meant. I saw her pull away from the two of us, open the nightstand, and begin rummaging around.

She was wearing the same thing Avery was, just a white cotton Elysium robe, but she was shoeless. Her feet were moderately sized, as was she, and her cute little toes ended in bright pink nails that indicated she must have had a pedicure relatively recently, maybe even tonight. I had no idea what the girls had gotten up to at Mom's bachelorette party, but whatever it was, it had Avery worked up.

"That good, huh?" I started to ask, a wry grin on my face. I never got an answer -- well, I never got averbal answer, as Avery grabbed a handful of my shirt and pulled me to her roughly, smashing her lips onto mine. Then she started tearing at my clothes to get them off.

"Okay, okay, I get it," I mumbled, largely to myself, as her hands tore open the buttons of my polo and started to pull it over my head. I helped by tugging down my gym shorts, and my flaccid cock, which had only begun to stir, hit the open air.

Avery dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it aggressively, trying to get me hard as quickly as possible. I turned my head and watched as Eva began to climb into the harness of the strap-on she'd found in the nightstand. She clicked a moderately sized black dildo into the slot, one that was designed for anal use, and I suddenly realized what exactly Avery wanted tonight.

"Eva, what the hell happened down there?" I said to her, closing my eyes and relishing the feel of Avery's mouth on my dick. I was rising steadily, as the image of Eva with a cock got me fired up almost as fast as Avery's mouth was accomplishing.

"We watched your mother fuck a dozen Black guys, all at the same time. Nyla and Lucy were there, and they were making out, and so were we, but your mother took more dick in one night than I have ever seen a woman take. I think she broke Avery's brain," Eva added with a giggle. She took off the robe and walked over to the two of us.

Avery pushed me down onto the bed, spreading my legs and then diving back down to continue sucking my cock to full erection. Eva stepped over to me and waved the rubber dick in my face.

"Want to get me wet for Avery?" she asked.

I grinned at her and leaned over, taking the rubber in my mouth and slobbering on it as much as I could. It wouldn't be as good as lube for what I expected was about to happen, but it was the visual she was going for, and I could see Avery's eyes go slightly wider. She loved to watch me suck cock, and apparently it didn't matter if it was real or fake.

Avery sucked me, I sucked Eva's dildo, and Eva tugged at her nipples, licking her lips and watching her boyfriend and girlfriend as we got ready for what I expected as going to be a rip-roaring fucking.

Honestly, I hadn't seen Avery like this before. She was more aggressive than usual, and I chalked that up to being super horny. Hell, the thought of a dozen guys in the Stable running a train on Mom got my juices flowing, too. My cock was completely hard now, and the moment Avery judged that I was hard enough to give her what she wanted, her mouth was off my dick.

"Jack, you're going to fuck me like you've never fucked me before, understand? I want it hard, I want it rough. I want to scream. Eva, stick that rubber dick in my ass and make me cum. I want to be filled up with your cocks. Give it to me, Jack! Eva, get that dick in my ass now!"

Avery threw herself on top of me, pulling me backwards on the bed and then impaling herself on my cock. I was dry, but she was dripping wet, and after my cock was moistened by her pussy, she started fucking me with abandon, moaning loudly, and pulling and tugging on her nipples. I put my hands on her hips and focused on fucking her as hard as I could, giving it to her the way she'd demanded.

I tended to be the one in charge in the bedroom, but I knew Avery had a bit of a domme side to her, as our time with Maggie the Dominatrix had proven back in DC. But that kind of sex with us was rare -- she preferred love making to just straight raw fucking, like this, but I guess Mom knocked something loose tonight. Her groans almost sounded like growls, like an animal in rut, and I have to admit it turned me on something fierce.

Eva was standing above us, watching and waiting for the right moment to climb on top. After maybe a solid minute of fucking, she stepped up onto the bed and angled herself properly for the double penetration that Avery had made clear she wanted. I saw her spit on the end of the black dildo, rubbing the saliva across the tip, but I knew that probably wasn't going to be good enough.

"Eva, I'm going to pull out. Wet that cock in Avery before you stick it in her ass, okay?" I told her.

"Don't you dare take your cock out of me, Jack Fisher! Eva, go get some lube from the nightstand, or just stick it up raw, I don't care! Just get that cock in my ass!"

I looked at Eva, who looked at me questioningly. She'd never seen Avery like this before either, and I think it threw her for a bit of a loop. There was no way I was going to let Eva fuck Avery's asshole with a rubber cock with no lube -- that could cause her actual damage, and while I knew she wanted it rough, that was too rough. Pain is one thing, but injury is another, and there's not much sexy about that in my book.

I directed her with a nod and my eyes over to the nightstand. She got the message, climbed down off the bed and lubed up her fake cock before she came back and prepared to give Avery what she wanted again.

"Why are you slowing down, Jack?!" Avery growled, taking my face in her hands and forcing me to look at her. I couldn't move my face away from hers. "I said FUCK ME!" she growled and then shoved her tongue down my throat.

I was slowing down to give Eva a chance to work that cock into Avery's asshole. I knew it, and I think Avery probably knew it, but she was so sex crazed her brain wasn't working. All she knew was that she wanted to be fucked.

It was time Eva and I obliged her.

I could feel Eva's hand touching my balls, resting against them as I slowed my pace so she could slide that plastic dong into Avery's anus. Avery's mouth pulled off mine to groan a long "Yesssssss....." that told me that Eva was inside her, so I began to move my cock in and out of her faster and harder, my legs resting against Eva's, as she put her hand on Avery's back to steady herself as she fucked Avery with the black dick strapped onto her pussy.

I reached my hands around Avery's waist and found Eva's hand with my own, holding on to her as we plowed into Avery at the same time, one cock pistoning in as the other withdrew. I could feel the cock in her ass each time our rhythm brought us together inside Avery at the same time. Whenever that happened, Avery let loose a shriek that I'm sure Nyla could hear in her bedroom if she were in there.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, you two! Fuck my ass! I need your cocks!" Avery babbled. She threw her hair back, and it was so long it covered Eva's hand and my own, and I took advantage of that to grab a handful, pulling on it. Avery brought her head up and squealed in delight. She'd always enjoyed having her hair pulled during sex, and I usually did that when I was fucking her from behind, so this was a different experience.

With her head all the way back, her neck was exposed, and I clamped down on it with my mouth, sucking like a vampire and eliciting yet another groan. I sucked and nibbled on her neck, doing my best to give her pleasure but trying to avoid a hickey, as my cock pummeled her.

After a few minutes, Avery wanted a different position, so she demanded that we all get up so she could shift. She laid Eva down on the bed, then climbed on top of her, lowering herself onto the rubber dick, and getting it all the way up her ass. Then she motioned for me to get on top, and I did. Her huge breasts splayed before me, and I tweaked her nipples as I climbed up on my knees and positioned myself in front of her pussy. She spread her labia open with one hand and then licked her other and began to finger her clit. Over her shoulder, I could see Eva smiling at me.

"Jack, get your dick in me now. I need my pussy filled! Fuck me!" Avery demanded, looking up at me into my eyes. I obliged her, sliding my cock into her pussy as Eva reached up and grabbed a handful of Avery's tits. Avery moaned loudly as my cock filled her up, and then we began to fuck her again. This time, I went at her even harder. She rubbed her clit furiously as Eva's rubber cock filled her ass and my real one filled her pussy.

As I looked down at her, I could see the lust in her eyes, and I knew she was probably close to cumming. I kicked it up a notch and pounded her pussy as hard as I could. I was getting almost as good a workout as I had at the gym earlier, and I could feel the burning in my thighs as I worked my cock in and out of her furiously.

Avery's moans took on a higher and higher pitch, and soon I felt her legs shaking beneath me, and she started to repeat "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," over and over again until she half sat up, her hair smacking poor Eva in the face as she flung it back behind her. I did my best not to laugh as Eva spluttered and pushed the hair out of her face as Avery's orgasm washed over her.

Yet, amazingly, Avery didn't tell us to stop. If anything, her orgasm only made her want more. "Keep fucking me! Jack, I want your cock in my ass! Eva, let me lick that pussy!"

We switched positions one more time. This time, Avery was on her back, not resting on me or Eva. Eva took off the strap on and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. She stood over Avery, holding her legs back for me, as I withdrew my cock from her pussy, and aimed it at Avery's well-used anus. There was enough of Avery's wetness on my cock that, coupled with the lube from the dildo, would make it easy for me to slide my cock inside her ass, and that's what I did.

Avery moaned loudly again, and I pushed my cock in slowly, working it until I was able to get most of me inside her ass. Her pussy looked so empty, just sitting there, my cock below it, her legs up in the air with Eva's hands holding them, that I felt like it needed filling.

My cock had done a good job of stretching her out, so I decided to see how many fingers I could fit inside her. Two went in easily, and she moaned as she felt me in her. Three was a little harder, and then I managed to get all four in. I reached up to try to get my thumb on her clit, but the distance was just a little off, so I began to fuck her ass with my cock, while I pushed most of my hand into her pussy.

"Fuck that pussy, Jack! Fist me and fuck my ass!" She howled.

Now, there was no way I was getting my fist inside her. She was used to my cock, which was big, but she wasn't that stretched out, and four fingers was about as far as I could go, but that was enough. She loved what I was doing to her, and I was quite enjoying the show.

Eva was tired of being a spectator, however, and so she decided to shut Avery's dirty talk up by climbing on top of her face and dropping her pussy down onto Avery's waiting mouth. Avery's moans and groans were suddenly muffled as she began to lick and suck Eva.

We went at Avery hard for a solid four or five minutes until I could feel her legs shaking again, and knew we'd made her cum a second time. Her moans were still muffled but they got louder, and I could hear Eva moaning now for the first time, and I knew she was probably close to cumming as well.

I reached down with my free hand, got some moisture on it from Avery's pussy, and then tried to slide my pointer finger into Eva's asshole as I fucked and half-fisted Avery. Eva's head started to thrash as she felt my finger up there -- we'd done almost no anal play with Eva, who had largely been scared of it, so this was a first.

I didn't manage to get much more than the first knuckle inside her before she screamed she was cumming. That pushed me over the edge, and I soon felt my balls contracting as I dumped a full load right into Avery's ass. I pulled my hands out of Eva and Avery, and just focused on my own orgasm for the handful of moments it pulsed through me.

Soon we had all uncoupled, and we fell together in a heap on the bed. Avery was in the middle, I was on her right, and Eva was on her left.

"What came over you?" I asked her, grabbing a handful of tit in my hand and pulling her tight.

"Your mother," she breathed heavily. "I'd never seen anyone take that many dicks before," she told me. "It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I just needed you and Eva so badly," she said. "I knew you would take care of me, and you did. That was amazing, Jack," she cooed. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, and she smiled warmly up at me.

"If that's what it takes to turn you into a crazed sex fiend, we gotta ask Jack's mom to get gangbanged more often," Eva said, a grin on her face. She leaned in and gave Avery a soft kiss on her lips, and I saw Avery smile languidly.

I suggested that we all get a shower before bed -- we'd made a mess of ourselves, after all. The ladies agreed, and half an hour later we had climbed back into bed, clean and fresh, and fell asleep together.

* * *

Monday Afternoon, May 31, 2032

Wiley Residence, West Las Vegas

"This is fucking bullshit, yo," Red Dog said, scrolling through the comments on the jackoff video he'd posted the day before. His laptop sat on his lap, and his brother Elijah stood behind him.

"I told you this wasn't going to work, Curtis," Eli said, shaking his head. "Nobody wants to see me jerking off for money."

"It's not that, idiot. Look at these comments," he said, pointing at the screen.

Elijah leaned over and began to read them aloud. "This is the worst AI I've ever seen. Nobody's cock is that big," he said in a bland monotone. He chose another one at random. "Dude is wearing one of those fake cocks. What a joke," it read.

There was another half dozen comments, all saying similar things, either accusing Elijah of being AI, wearing a rubber penis extension -- one that even said his cum was clearly glue or some kind of fake white cream.

Red Dog shook his head angrily. "None of these idiots are willing to believe you're real, bro," he said, looking up at his brother, who was still silently reading the comments. "Hell, I gots to be honest with ya, boy," he added. "I prolly wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself."

"So, if nobody believes I'm real, then we might as well just give this up, right?" Elijah said, a bit of hopefulness creeping into his voice.

This sex stuff was not his idea. He didn't really want to be showing his body off on the internet, but when his brother had told him how much money there was in the camshow business, he'd relented. Granted, most of that was going to women, but Red Dog had assured him that there was an audience for big black cock -- either from women or gay men. The idea of jerking off for men to watch him was slightly distasteful to Elijah, but he didn't want to be yucking someone else's yum, so he'd kept that feeling to himself.

But now? If nobody believed he was real, maybe his brother would leave him alone, and he could enjoy his summer off before he started at community college in the fall.

"Okay, well, we just have to go to plan B now," Red Dog said, closing the lid of the laptop and dropping it onto his bed.

"Plan B? Why do you have a Plan B? Why do we have to keep going on with this stuff, Curtis?"

"Fool, I told you. Money. A cock like yours? We gotta find a way to money-tize that shit." Red Dog said, shaking his head. He couldn't believe Elijah didn't understand he had a gold mine between his legs.

"Monetize?"

"That's what I said, fool," Red Dog snarled. "We gotta find a way to make some money off that dick of yours. John Holmes, Dirk Diggler, Jason Noir -- these guys all have big cocks and made bank off it--"

"Dirk Diggler is a fictional character," Elijah said. Red Dog ignored him.

"--because people WILL pay money to see that cock. Trust me. We just gotta find the right way to get it in front of them, in a way that will prove you are real. And that's where Plan B comes in."

"I'm not going to like this, am I?" Elijah said, looking at his brother skeptically.

"Boog, trust me," Red Dog said, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "Even if this doesn't work out the way I expect it to, I think you're gonna have a good time. You just gotta trust me, yo," he told him.

Elijah looked at him and sighed.

* * *

Wednesday Evening, June 2, 2032

Naked City Motel, Las Vegas

"Are you going to tell me what we're doing here now?" Elijah said as he got out of his brother's beat-up car. They'd parked in front of the motel a few doors down from the Bloods' headquarters in the dry cleaners in Naked City.

It was just a few days ago that Elijah had his first assignation with a woman, in this very motel, and the memories it brought back were less than pleasant. The feelings of rejection, of being a freak, were still fresh and raw, and Elijah didn't like being confronted with them again so quickly.

"I told you. We've got a date," Red Dog told him. "Nobody believes that thing in your pants is real, even with video, so now we gotta start convincing them the old-fashioned way."

"What does that mean?" Elijah asked, as his stomach tightened into a knot. His brother had been super cagey all day about what they were going to do tonight, and after the jackoff video on the fans sight had failed, he was afraid that Curtis was going to do something even dumber, something even more humiliating.

"It means we're meeting somebody in person. Now, do what I tell you, no matter what I tell you, and don't argue, okay?"

Elijah was at the end of his rope. He stopped in his tracks and decided he had to put an end to this. "No. I'm done with this shit, unless you tell me exactly what is going to happen, Curtis. I've done everything you've asked me to do, even if I didn't really want to, but I am not going in that motel room again until you tell me what's going on."

Red Dog turned angrily to his brother. "What the fuck you think is going to happen, fool? You know my side hustle, don't you?"

"Curtis, I have no idea what the fuck it is you do with the Bloods--"

"Shut the fuck up, idiot! I'm not talking about that!" Red Dog stepped up directly into his little brother's face, and Elijah took an involuntary step back. His brother didn't often raise his voice like that to him.

"Sorry! I have no idea what you do, Curtis--"

"How the fuck you don't know, I don't know, but Imma tell you. And if you breathe one word of this to anybody, especially Mom or any of my friends, I'll beat yo' ass, got it?" Red Dog hissed, staring directly into his brother's eyes.

Elijah was taken aback. He had rarely seen this side of his brother before, and it scared him. He knew his brother was a gangbanger, knew he'd gotten mixed up in some scary things, but Curtis had always taken care of him. He was the baby of the family, and he'd always been treated with kid gloves. Now ... now that Curtis -- Red Dog, Elijah thought angrily to himself. When he acts like this, he ain't my brother Curtis, he's that fucking gangster -- that Red Dog had seen his penis and marveled over it, he'd been treating Elijah differently and Elijah didn't like it. Not one bit.

If the humiliation he'd felt after not being able to fuck Bunny a few days ago had soured him on sex and his own body, it was Red Dog's obsession that was driving him to actively hate it.

Why couldn't I just be normal? Elijah thought, cursing himself and his body. He didn't want any of this. He just wanted to be himself, a nerdy, boring kid trying to pull himself up by his bootstraps, get the hell out of West Las Vegas, and do right by his family. Why couldn't that be enough?

All of this went through his head as he realized that Red Dog was waiting for an answer. "I won't tell anybody," Elijah mumbled, lowering his head and staring at his feet.

"Good. Look at me," Red Dog said, his voice softening. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, okay? But this shit gets out and I'm going to lose a lot of respect. And that's one thing I can't afford to lose, ya dig? Come into the motel room and I'll tell you everything you need to know, okay?"

Elijah sighed and followed his brother as Red Dog unlocked the door to the room, flipped the light switch, and walked in.

Red Dog took a seat in the ratty old cuck chair by the bed, and Elijah sat across from him, the old and well-worn mattress creaking with age under him as he settled in.

"Look, the gang brings in okay money, but I gotta share it with the rest of the crew," Red Dog began. "So, a couple years ago, I got on this app called Onyxed. You ever hear of it?"

Elijah shook his head. He didn't spend much time on his phone.

"Anyway, the site hooks up white couples with Black dudes. The couples pay me for my time, with the understanding that I'll be fucking the bitches. These couples all want the cuck experience, you know what I mean?"

Elijah shook his head again.

"Damn, boy, you don't get out much do you?" Red Dog laughed. "Listen, some dudes like to watch their wives fuck other dudes, you dig? And they especially like it when their wives fuck younger Black men. It's a kink. They get off on it. And they're willing to pay, and pay pretty well, for the privilege."

"So, you're a gigolo?" Elijah said, remembering the term for a male escort. "Don't you have to be registered for that? And don't all the big hotels do this?"

Red Dog snorted. "Fuck no. Those hotels offer a sanitized experience. These bitches, they want hood boyz, not those cleaned up hotel dudes. They like the idea of coming to Naked City and fucking a thug, right? And lemme be clear -- according to the app, they ain't paying me for sex. They payin' me for my time. That's how the app's set up. They want to spend an evening with me, so they pay me. If I just happen to fuck the dude's wife, well, that's time well spent, in my book. The law don't need to know about it, and I ain't joining no Sex Worker's Union, neither," Red Dog explained.

"So, what? You have a date tonight? Why am I here?" Elijah still didn't understand.

"I gotta date with a white couple, yeah. And I told them about you. They're paying me triple what I normally get for bringing you along. I showed them your video and they didn't believe you were real, but I told them to see you in person," Red Dog smiled. "So, here's your chance. You get to fuck a white bitch, if you want, and unlike Bunny, she probably can handle your meat and will want to try it even if she can't," he added. "This is the kind of shit these people get off on, yo."

"I'm supposed to have sex with them? What about the husband? What's he going to do?"

Red Dog sneered. "He's gonna watch, like the beta cuck he is. He'll sit right in this chair and watch us pound the shit out of his wife, and he'll get off on it. That's what these guys want."

"I won't have to touch him?" Elijah was torn. The idea of getting to actually pop his cherry excited him, but he didn't know if he could perform in front of an audience, especially with his brother there.

"Probably not," Red Dog said. "But you never know with some of these cucks. You got a problem with that?"

"I ain't gay, Curtis," Elijah said defensively.

"Nobody says you are, little bro," Red Dog replied. "But if this guy is paying us good money -- and it's great fucking money, bro -- so what if he wants to touch you a little? Ain't nobody saying you gotta do nothing to him, right?"

Elijah swallowed. He didn't like the idea, but it was clear Red Dog wanted him to do it.

"How much money are we talking?"

Red Dog pulled out his phone, punched up the Onyxed app, and scrolled to the payment section. He held the phone out to his little brother, who took it in his hand. His mouth dropped open.

"That much?"

"Bro, you didn't hear me. That much, TIMES THREE, because you are here. Get it now?"

It was more money than Elijah had ever thought possible. It was enough to cover a full semester at Clarke County Community College, tuition and books. Somebody was willing to pay that much money to have sex with him?

"Holy shit," Elijah said.

"Holy shit is right, bro. Now, for that, you gonna tell some cuck no if he wants to touch your cock?"

Elijah shook his head. For that much money, he would gladly let anybody touch him. He felt his cock begin to twitch at the thought of what was going to happen. He had initially been skeptical, but maybe this was what he needed. If this worked out and it became a thing, he could make enough money to pay for school -- maybe even afford to transfer to somewhere like UNLV and get a better education. And maybe he could finally get laid?

For the first time, he felt like maybe his cock wasn't such a liability.

"Okay, Curtis. I'll do it. I don't know how I feel about fucking in front of an audience, including you, though. What are you going to be doing?"

"Same as you, dude. Fucking the white bitch. She wants us both."

Elijah's eyes went wide. Red Dog laughed at him. Sometimes he couldn't believe how sheltered his little brother was.

"Look, all you gotta do is whatever I tell you, okay? I'll take the lead. Don't worry. This is going to be great. Here, take this."

Red Dog handed his little brother a pill packet.

"What's this?"

"Viagra, bro. Take that and it'll help get and keep you hard. You won't have to worry about getting it up and keeping it up in front of the crowd if you take it now, ya dig?" Red Dog nodded to him.

"Are you taking one?" Elijah asked skeptically.

"Hell yeah, always do. Last thing you want when you're getting paid is some kind of a misfire," Red Dog explained. "Ain't nothing wrong with a little crutch now and agin'," he added.

As if to prove the point, he pulled another pill packet from his jeans, tore it open, and swallowed the little blue pill. Elijah had never been able to swallow pills dry, so he went to the bathroom and cupped his hand under the faucet, grabbed some water, and then popped the pill in his mouth. It went down easily.

Half an hour later, the sun had set, and it wasn't long before the headlights from a car flashed through the motel room, alerting them that their 'dates' had arrived. Elijah felt a weird sensation in his chest, like his heart was beating too fast, and his face felt flushed. He felt a weird tingling sensation in his penis, which felt more full than normal. He assumed this was because of the Viagra, but it could have been the excitement of possibly finally getting laid, too.

There was a knock on the door, and Red Dog opened it.

"Are you Red Dog?" A male voice asked as Red Dog stood in the doorway.

"That's me. Come on in, bro," he said, gesturing. The couple stepped into the seedy motel room. Elijah got a good look at both of them, and his heart sank.

The couple was completely mismatched. The man was older, balding, pot-bellied, wearing a white polo shirt with a blue blazer over top of it, and a pair of khaki pants. He was short, far shorter than both Red Dog and Elijah, and he had a pencil-thin mustache. He looked like he was straight out of central porn casting of a dirty old man.

The woman he had with him was half his age, taller than he was, but rail thin, wearing a bright red strapless dress that her breasts were far too small to hold up easily. She was attractive, but not anybody that Elijah would have looked at twice. Her hair was obviously tinted, a dark red color that complemented her pale skin.

Elijah had no idea how a guy like him could end up with a girl like her. She was way out of the dude's league, Elijah thought. At the same time, if this guy was willing to pay what Red Dog told him he was willing to pay to watch the two of them fuck his wife, maybe that explained why she was with him.

"Hi," the husband said, reaching out his hand to Elijah. "I'm Ned. This is my wife, Nancy. Nice to meet you. Red Dog here says you've got a massive cock, is that true?"

Elijah blinked. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he hadn't expected such openness.

"Ye-yeah," Elijah stammered. He didn't know what else to say.

"Ned, my brother has got about the biggest cock you or anybody else has ever seen. We cool on triple?"

"If it's as big as you claimed -- as big as that video you sent -- I'll pay you even more," Ned laughed. Nancy just stared at him quietly, her eyes wide. She seemed hesitant, a little afraid even. Elijah didn't know if he wanted to do this with someone who wasn't completely into it.

Nancy whispered something into Ned's ear. He looked at her and grinned.

"She likes you," Ned laughed, turning back to Elijah. "She wants to know if it's true the two of you are actually brothers," he said.

"Yeah, we are," Elijah said, answering positively. The initial shock was over, and now he was starting to get a little more confident. He didn't understand why Nancy wasn't speaking to him directly, though. "Why can't she ask me herself?"

"Oh, her English isn't the best. She's Ukrainian, you see," Ned explained.

It suddenly hit Elijah that 'Ned' and 'Nancy' were almost assuredly not their real names. If Nancy were Ukrainian, she was probably a refugee. No wonder she was with a guy like Ned -- Elijah knew a lot of women from Ukraine had ended up in America after the war, and to stay here, they'd probably do just about anything, including marrying someone who looked like Ned.

Nancy whispered in Ned's ear again. Ned nodded. "She wants to know your name," Ned said to Elijah.

Red Dog looked at him expectantly. Elijah paused for a second. Then he answered.

"Boog," he said.

Red Dog's smile lit up the room.

Ned took off his jacket and hung it on the back of the cuck chair, took his seat, and unzipped his pants. He didn't fish his cock out, but he was obviously playing with himself. It was his show, so Red Dog and Boog waited for him to give them direction.

"Why don't you all get undressed, and then I want you both to fuck Nancy until she screams. Do whatever you want with her, to her, I don't care. Just make her scream," he said.

Boog looked over at his brother. His brother shrugged and began to pull off his clothes. Boog followed suit. First his t-shirt, then his shorts, and then he began to tug down his boxers.

Ned leaned forward a bit, in anticipation. Boog turned to make sure both Ned and Nancy had a good look, and then he pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock. He'd been half hard from the Viagra already, but the whole situation was starting to turn him on, and he felt his cock begin to rise.

"Oh my God," Ned said, his jaw dropping at he saw Boog's penis. "You weren't kidding."

Nancy squealed, smiling for the first time since she'd entered the room, and rattled off a long string of sounds that neither Red Dog nor Boog could understand. Ned laughed and translated for the pair.

"She says she can't believe you are real, Boog," Ned explained. "She likes big cocks, and we've been with plenty of Black men in the past, but no one comes even close to you. She can't wait to fuck you, she says," Ned told him.

Ned looked at him carefully. "Before that, though... can I touch it?"

Red Dog, who was now naked and stroking his average sized cock, looked over at Boog, a hard look in his eyes. Boog knew his brother wanted him to do whatever Ned said, but he still hesitated. He swallowed again, reminding himself why he was doing this, and that just because a man touched his cock didn't make him gay, not that there was anything wrong with that. It just wasn't him.

The question still hung in the air when Boog took a step away from Red Dog, Nancy, and the bed, and over towards Ned in the cuck chair.

Boog nodded at Ned and presented his cock to him.

Ned hesitantly reached out, cupping his hand underneath Boog's penis, then slowing closing it. He couldn't get his hand completely closed around Boog's cock.

Boog closed his eyes, trying to imagine it was Nancy, not her husband, who had his cock in her hand. It wasn't hard -- a hand is a hand, and Ned's hand didn't feel any different than his own or Bunny's had. Ned squeezed a bit, tugged a little, and then let Boog's cock go.

"It's totally real," he said wonderingly. "I would have sworn it was some kind of fake," he said. "You are gifted, Boog, seriously," Ned told him. He repeated all of this in Nancy's language, and Nancy smiled even broader.

Boog realized that Ned didn't want to play with him, he just wanted to be sure, for himself, that Boog's cock was real, and not some kind of plastic sleeve. For the money the man was paying, he could understand why he wanted to verify the goods himself.

Nancy tore her dress off and was soon standing naked before Red Dog and Boog. She sat down on the bed, and without saying another word, took Red Dog's cock in her mouth. Red Dog was already hard, the Viagra and his hand taking care of things while Ned was testing Boog's penis.

Boog walked over and stood across from his brother, and let Nancy take his cock into her hand. She moaned as she lifted it and began to stroke him, while she stroked and sucked his brother's cock.

Nancy was a petite, lithe little thing, Boog thought. Her breasts were tiny -- she was clearly a charter member of the itty bitty titty committee -- but they were topped by two cute, pert nipples that stuck out pink and inviting from her chest. Her stomach was flat, and she was completely shaved. She had a few worry lines on her face that made it clear to him she was probably in her late twenties or early thirties, far older than his eighteen years. Her red hair was the most striking thing about her, and he had to admit that it turned him on, even though there was no way it was natural.

If Ned's hand wasn't large enough to wrap around Boog's cock, there was no way hers was going to come close, and it didn't. But she didn't let that stop her from stroking him to a full erection in just a few moments.

Ned had fished his cock out of his pants and was beating it hard, and it looked like he was having a little trouble getting it up. Boog thought maybe Ned needed the Viagra more than he did, and as he thought that, he saw Ned stop and pull a pill packet from his pants, which he tore open and swallowed. Boog wasn't sure how long it took for these pills to work, but he had seen, when Red Dog showed him how much the couple was paying, that they'd paid for a full hour, so he figured the pill would be working by the middle of their session, at least.

He turned back towards Nancy, as she pulled her mouth off his brother's cock, and then turned to his. She smiled up at him, mumbled something he didn't understand, and then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, licking Boog's cock head like it was an ice cream cone.

Boog looked down, and he knew that this was all a waste of time. This little slip of a woman was never going to be able to handle his cock. Her hands made him look even bigger than he was. He looked over at Ned, who was wanking his cock with wild abandon, even though Boog and Red Dog had barely started to play with his wife.

Boog turned back and saw Nancy open her mouth as wide as she could, taking the tip of his penis into her mouth. It felt good, just as good as it had when Bunny had sucked on his cockhead a few days ago. But, like Bunny, she couldn't get much more than that in her mouth. Her lips just barely made it past his glans, but she did her best to make him feel good, swirling her tongue around him, teasing the opening and stroking his shaft with both her hands, which, together, could hold him tight.

A small moan escaped his lips. At the same time, he heard Ned whimper from the cuck chair. Boog did his best to ignore the old man, focusing on Nancy.

"Shit, bro, she can barely get any of you in," Red Dog laughed. "Lemme hit that ass while she's trying to choke herself on your chode," he said.

Nancy didn't seem to understand what he said, but Red Dog sat down on the bed, positioning himself so that it was obvious what he wanted her to do, and Nancy was a quick study. She let go of Boog's cock, and moved over so that she could sit down on Red Dog's lap, preparing to let his cock slide up into her. She made a show of it for Ned, putting her feet up on Red Dog's legs, then slowly taking his cock into her pussy. She squealed with delight, smiling and licking her lips, then gesturing at Boog to come closer.

Red Dog began to fuck her, as Boog sidled closer, his cock in his hand. He slowly stroked it at her, then let her take it in her hands while his brother fucked her.

The sounds of sex soon filled the room. Nancy was moaning and panting, Red Dog's cock was slapping in and out of her pussy, the old motel bed was creaking loudly, and Boog could hear the sound of Ned beating his meat, watching the two Black men fucking his wife.

Granted, Boog had done no fucking yet, had barely gotten his dick wet, but oddly enough, he was having a good time. Maybe it was because Nancy didn't speak English, couldn't tell him how big he was or how scared she was of his monster cock, he felt more comfortable with her than he ever had with Bunny. Nancy hadn't protested, hadn't looked at him with fear in her eyes.

Maybe sex didn't have to end badly all the time?

After a few minutes of fucking by Red Dog and Nancy stroking Boog's cock, she stood up and gestured at Boog.

"Oh shit, boy. She wants to try it!" Red Dog said, glee in his voice. Ned moaned loudly again from the cuck chair.

"Please, Boog -- stretch my wife out! I want to see that cock in her tiny white pussy," he urged. "Tear her up if you have to!"

The feeling of comfort he had felt began to slip away, as the men started harping on his cock again. He wished they'd both shut up and just let him and Nancy try to couple without the commentary.

Nancy got up on all fours, licked her palm and then reached behind her to stroke Boog's cock a few times, getting the head wet, before she started to guide him into her.

This is it, Boog thought. It's about to happen. I'm not going to be a virgin anymore!

He lined his cock up with Nancy's waiting pussy, which his brother had already stretched a bit for him. He didn't think he could get any harder, his cock feeling rock hard in his palm. He was on his knees, the bed protesting loudly, as he scooted forward closer and closer, and soon he began to feel the warm wetness of Nancy's pussy as he guided his cock head into her.

Nancy moaned loudly as he began to work his cock inside her.

"Oh my God..." Ned said, mesmerized.

Boog pressed forward more, his cock sliding into Nancy slowly, but surely. He had gotten maybe half the tip in when Nancy began to shriek. Another half inch, and her leg was twitching, and the shrieking got louder. By the time he got about as much of his cock in her pussy as she'd gotten in her mouth, she was slapping her hand back towards him, slapping him on the leg and letting loose a stream of foreign talk that Boog didn't understand.

"She says it's too much," Ned said, breathlessly. "She says don't go any farther in or she'll split," he added. "Just pull your dick out and push it back in just that far," he added. "She can take it."

Boog was skeptical. She had never looked like she could take it, but he tried to do what Ned asked. As he withdrew the tip, she relaxed and smiled at him. He tried again, pushing forward a little, and she bit her lip, but he didn't get much farther in this time before she was slapping him on the thigh again, in a motion he didn't need Ned to translate, meant stop.

Boog was getting frustrated. He was so close -- technically, he could say his cock had been in a woman, but this was not at all fulfilling. He couldn't get a rhythm, couldn't get most of his cock inside her, and he wasn't going to get her or himself off just sliding his cock head into her.

"Yo, dog, lemme get up in that bitch," Red Dog told him. "She can suck you off while I hit her from behind, yo," he added.

Boog backed away and let Red Dog replace him, and Red Dog began to fuck Nancy doggystyle, setting the bed to creaking again, loudly, and eliciting another moan from Ned in the cuck chair.

Boog tried not to let his disappointment show, moving around in front of Nancy, and stroking his cock at her face. She kissed the tip of him, reached up and played with his balls, and every once in a while gave his cock a bit of a lick, but it was hard for her to focus on him because Red Dog was giving her the pounding of her life.

Boog had to admit the sight was sexy. His brother knew what he was doing, and soon Nancy had given up any pretense of trying to play with Boog's massive member, instead focusing on Red Dog and herself. She reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit, and it wasn't long before she was squealing with delight.

She started repeating the same phrase in Ukrainian that Boog assumed meant she was cumming, because soon she pressed her chest and face into the bed, and he could see her leg shaking.

It was about that time that Ned, on the cuck chair, blew his load into his hand.

It was clear that the sex was about over with, and Boog was beyond frustrated at this point. His cock was still hard, and he was desperate to do something with it, so he closed his eyes and began to jerk his meat hard, remembering what it was like when Bunny had made him cum a few nights ago. His mind wandered to girls he knew in school, and to some of the porn scenes with other guys with big cocks that he'd watched while he was doing his research.

After a few minutes, he could feel the cum boiling inside him, could feel his orgasm about to hit, and he announced to the room he was about to cum. His eyes were still shut, and he kept them that way, because it made things easier not to see the room filled with people in front of him while he jerked.

After a few more seconds, his orgasm overtook him, and he grunted loudly as he shot spurt after spurt of cum. He grunted a few more times, could feel some of his cum dripping down his hand, and then he opened his eyes.

Ned had stood up and come closer to the bed, his pants still around his ankles, his cock flaccid in his hand, which was shiny with wetness. Red Dog had withdrawn his cock from Nancy's pussy and he was cleaning himself up. Nancy, seeing that Boog was about to cum, had positioned herself in front of his cock head, her tongue out.

She was now a cum covered mess. Boog had hit her with another one of his massive loads, just like when he'd cum the other day for the video his brother had shot. She had cum in her hair, cum on her forehead, dripping down her nose, and more than a bit of it was on her tongue and around her mouth.

She hopped off the bed and went over to her husband, who began to kiss her and lick her face, trying to get as much of Boog's cum into his own mouth as he could.

Boog just watched, fascinated, as Ned the Cuck cleaned his wife up. By the time he was done, her face was wet with saliva, but almost no traces of Boog's cum were left, other than a bit that was still in her hair.

It hadn't been the most exciting experience for him, and he was still frustrated with his size, but he'd gotten off, and it looked like Ned and Nancy had a good time.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Ned told Red Dog and Boog a few minutes later, as Nancy went to the bathroom to clean herself up, and the two Black men got dressed. "I've never seen anybody cum that much. It's a shame you were too big to fuck Nancy, but I think she was satisfied. I know I was. You guys were worth every penny," he said.

He pulled out his cell phone and completed the transaction in the Onyxed app. Then he pulled out his wallet, and he handed Red Dog and Boog each a crisp hundred-dollar bill.

"Next time we're in Vegas, we're definitely going to look you two up," he told them. Boog murmured his thanks and pocketed the cash, and soon Red Dog and Boog were back in Red Dog's beat-up old truck, heading back home.

"So, what you think?" Red Dog asked Boog quietly, as they pulled away from the motel.

"I think I'm never going to get laid," Boog told him, shaking his head forlornly.

"Bro, don't you worry about it. We proved the concept tonight, lil' bro. White bitches love your cock, even if they can't handle it. And it drives their bitch ass husbands wild, too. I'm sure there are plenty of women out there with stretched out cunts that can handle you," Red Dog said, laughing. "We just gotta find 'em. Plenty of fish in the sea, yo."

Elijah sighed, watching the lights of Naked City as they slowly slid by. This hadn't been the worst experience he'd ever had, but he didn't know how much more rejection he could take. He was almost ready to swear off sex completely. Then he felt the familiar crinkle of cash in his pocket and realized they'd just made a ton of money in less than an hour's work.

Even though he was frustrated, as he sat next to his brother, he knew this wasn't going to be the last time. The money was just too good. He could make enough money to pay for school. Once he did that, he'd have no more need for apps or sex, or any of this nonsense.

Maybe someday he'd find someone he could be with, someone who wouldn't make him feel like a freak. Until that day, he vowed that he'd use what God had cursed him with to make as much money as he could.

He'd take that money and get an education, and then he'd get the hell out of West Las Vegas.

And he wouldn't look back.