Life in the Oasis Ch. 04

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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Saturday Morning, June 5, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

"Oh, Jack," Avery said, stepping over to me and helping to adjust my ascot. "You look gorgeous, love," she gushed.

I smiled at her, giving her a quick peck on her forehead before she took a step back to admire her handiwork. I turned to look at my image in the full-length mirror on the wall of the walk-in closet. I had to admit, I looked pretty good.

Today was Mom and Sol's wedding, a day we had been working up to for months. I remembered way back to last December, only seven months ago but what felt like two lifetimes, when she first told me she was engaged. It had been a wild ride since then, but after today, the Sinclair and Fisher families were finally going to be one. Sol Sinclair would be my stepfather, Nyla my stepsister, and Miles my stepbrother.

This was going to make some of you incest loving porn readers happy, I knew. No more "stepfather-to-be" nonsense. It was going to be official. We'd be one big, happy, very loving family. Mom was still going to be disappointed, though, because until the Governor's bill passed and until Avery and Eva signed off, there wasn't going to be any hanky-panky between the two of us. November was months away, and Avery's opinion on incest changing was eons away, so the chances of Mom ever getting her heart's desire were almost nil.

But she didn't need me as a stand-in for Dad anymore. She had Sol and the rest of the family now. I hoped finally being married again would cool her ardor for me and help reduce the tension between us.

There are times when my naivety, which I have been steadily working to banish, still comes roaring back. It seems to be there to remind me that while I may be a very smart guy, I'm still just a kid. Life hasn't gotten nearly enough time to beat me into submission, apparently.

Mom wanted as traditional a wedding as you could get. At least, as traditional you could get for a wedding being held in a Vegas casino, rather than a church. The men of the wedding party, which included me, were dressed in formal morning dress -- a black cutaway morning coat, black and gray striped ascot over a white turndown collared shirt, a dove gray waistcoat and gray cashmere striped pants. I looked like I was heading to the Kentucky Derby or the Royal Ascot, but Mom had been adamant that this was what was appropriate for a "social, summer wedding." I took her word for it.

The full wedding party was a bit larger. Miles was Sol's best man, and Nyla was Mom's maiden of honor. The Terrible Trio of Lucy, Gabby, and Chloe were serving as Mom's bridesmaids, and I was one of Sol's groomsmen, along with Miles' husband Mikey and Lionel Jefferson. I was also giving away the bride, which was both an honor and weird all at the same time. So much of this wedding was weird to me.

For example: we might be one of the only wedding parties out there where every member has been with every other member sexually. The thought turned me on a bit, and it didn't help that Avery and Eva were with me in the closet, the pair of them wearing nothing but filmy lingerie.

Neither of them was upset about not being included in the wedding party. They were the newcomers to the family, after all -- Avery and I had been together for just six months, and Eva had joined us barely more than two months ago. Plus, not being in the wedding party meant they didn't have to wear the pink monstrosities that Mom was dressing her bridesmaids in, and that suited the pair just fine. Avery had opted for another of her bright red gowns, and Eva had chosen royal blue. Each color was tuned specifically to my girls, and each dress brought out their best features. Avery's breasts were front and center, as her red, strapless gown showed as much cleavage -- probably a little too much, to be honest -- as you could get away with at someone else's wedding. Eva's blue gown was sleek and slim, making the blue in her eyes sparkle and hugging her curves.

Both of those gowns were hours away from being filled by their owners, though. I didn't need to get dressed this early, but I was feeling restless and wanted to get out of my apartments before I had to be downstairs to handle groomsmen's duties. My duties included serving as an usher and greeting VIPs as they arrived. For this edding, I knew there would be many. This was the one part of the day I wasn't looking forward to. Not all of the VIPs ere friends.

"You look like James Bond in that getup," Eva said, laughing and swatting my ass playfully. "Where are you going to carry your gun?"

I smiled at the James Bond quip, but the smile faltered when Eva made the gun comment.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Jack," she said, realizing what she'd said.

The last time I was in this kind of formal wear was at the NARC Gala last December, which had ended in a shootout that left four people dead, and during which Sol and I had shot multiple attackers. It brought back a flood of bad memories, and I could feel my right hand -- my gun hand -- start to shake.

"It's okay," I said, waving her off, using the wave to hide the shakes. "It's been a long time since I've needed to wear a gun with my formal clothes," I told her. "But maybe I should go see if my shoulder holster fits under here," I added with a half-smile.

My stomach knotted as my brain went into overdrive. Should I go downstairs to the gun range and find my old shoulder holster and P232 pistol? The police had never given back the one I'd used last December, but Lionel had gotten replacements almost immediately for Sol and me. I had taken it to DC with me last year, but it had never left the drawer in my bedroom. Now it was downstairs in the armory.

The truce between all the casino owners had held since the Big Five meeting in April. That meeting, asked for by Sol, agreed to by Vex Romano, and presided over by Sally Hemingway -- the only Big 5 owner the other owners all respected -- had set the terms of the truce, and they had held. For now.

But I couldn't help wondering when, not if, the truce would be broken. Who would break it? And would they do so in spectacular fashion?

Interrupting Sol's wedding would certainly be spectacular, after all.

I resolved to head down to the range.

The wedding was at four, and it was a quarter til noon right now. Guests would begin arriving after two, so I had about two hours to kill. As much as I would love to spend those two hours with my girls, I knew I needed to give them space to get ready. I was already high-strung -- this was an exciting day, even though I wasn't the one getting married -- and the reminder about last December had spooked me.

I kissed Eva and Avery as they started dressing and went downstairs.

The gun range in the sub-basement of the Elysium served a dual purpose. There was the obvious -- it was where the security staff could practice with their service weapons. Not every organization in Vegas was as serious about security as we were at the Sinclair Group, I knew. When Eva had seen some of the lengths our security staff went to, and the requirement for security training for executives, it boggled her mind. Empire Luxe Holdings did nothing like we did. Our security staff trained like a mixture of a police force and a small army, and thanks to our political connections, the armory connected to the range could have outfitted your average Army battalion.

The other purpose of the range was to give Solomon Sinclair a place to relax, let off steam, and think. I often found him down here practicing his marksmanship. He came down here even more frequently than I did, and I had to admit I was far better at keeping up my range time schedule than my workout schedule.

I pushed through the double doors to the range and found it bustling, with nearly every lane of the twenty-five-lane range occupied, even on a day as important as today was to the entire Sinclair Group family. And there, in lane #1 as he often was, I saw Sol Sinclair.

At least I'm not the only one here overdressed, I laughed to myself. Sol had taken off his morning coat and hung it from the hook behind his stall, where his holster and eye protection normally hung when not in use. He had rolled his sleeves up, but otherwise, he was wearing the same thing as I was.

The range boss saw me step in and loudly snapped his fingers. One of his assistants raced off to prepare lane #2 for me. The security staffer who was on lane 2 started to object when the assistant tried to shuffle him off the lane early, but the staffer pointed back at me, the security officer nodded abruptly and packed up his stuff. A few minutes later, my P232 was out of the armory and prepped on my lane, two boxes of 9mm ammo waiting.

Rank has its privileges.

I slipped a pair of ear protectors into my ears and stepped out onto the range. The bangs, which had been muffled through the glass and the doorway of the vestibule that paralleled the range, grew much louder, even with my ears on.

The security staff was training with a variety of weapons, from handguns and automatic rifles to shotguns and even one long-range sniper rifle, which shook the room whenever it was fired. I knew they were probably just sighting the rifle in, because the range wasn't long enough to be able to truly practice over the distance that rifle could hit.

I stepped over to lane #2, took off my jacket and hung it on the hook behind me. Once done, I took a step towards the firing line and looked over at Sol. He hadn't noticed me yet, as he was in the middle of doing a timing drill, and his attention was focused. His pistol was set on the tray in front of him, loaded and ready to fire. The target was sideways, a dozen yards from him, and Sol was waiting for it to present itself.

A few seconds later, the random timer on the range computer hit zero, and the target, a silhouette of a human body, snapped sideways. In a flash, Sol picked up the pistol, sighted, and sent two rounds into the chest of the target, and one round directly into the target's forehead. It was a standard failure drill -- a close combat technique designed to make sure a target coming at you goes down, permanently. You fire two shots center mass, which should disable most humans trying to attack you. If those first two shots don't stop the attacker, you fire one more decisive shot right between the eyes.

It was one of the first things I had learned when I was taught to shoot. Sol had used this exact technique on one of the two gunmen who had tried to kill us at the NARC Gala on New Year's Eve. New Year's Day, technically, since it was after midnight when the attack began. His two shots to the body dropped the target, and he hadn't needed the coup de grâce.

The attackers had been dressed in the red sashes of the Anti-Debauchery League, and it certainly seemed like they were part of that group's attempt to bully the casino owners into ending their flirtation with sex-themed hotels. But we knew the ADL and their backer -- Edward Liao and his Lotus Entertainment Group, the Chinese casino conglomerate that owned a handful of hotels in Vegas and was one of the Big Five -- hadn't been behind the attack. The gunmen killed had all been local gang members, apparently hired by someone to pose as the ADL while attacking us. We still didn't know who. My money had been on the Russians, but both the Russians and the Chinese had disavowed the attacks.

It was just another mystery in a long line of mysteries that included the biggest unsolved crime in Vegas today -- who had killed Solomon Sinclair's first wife? Lena Schuyler Sinclair had died in a plane crash in 2019, which ostensibly had been an accident and had killed a dozen other people, including the junior Senator from Alaska. The investigation had ended inconclusively, but Sol was approached a few weeks after by a shadowy figure who had told him the attack was a message. Since then, he'd worked hard to protect his family while pushing the government to reopen the investigation.

"Damn," I said, stepping up next to Sol as he brought the target in to look at it. "Nice shooting, Sol!"

Sol looked startled for a second, his features flushed with anger. His eyes were narrow and hard, his face framed in rage, like he was off in another world. I almost flinched as he turned that glare my way, and it wasn't until his eyes focused on me and he realized who had spoken to him that they softened, and his features broke out into a smile.

"I should have been using the holster, but I don't want to mess up my clothes," he said, laughing. "Your mother is going to kill us when we show up at the wedding smelling like gunpowder," he added.

"A little cologne and she'll never notice," I told him, grinning back at him. The change in his demeanor was abrupt, and part of me wondered where exactly his mind had been when he'd fired those shots. Nowhere pleasant, it seemed.

After that interlude, the two of us got down to business, and I put two boxes of 9mm downrange before clearing my pistol and stepping away from the line.

Sol had finished a few minutes before me, and we met in the bathroom off the range, where we washed our hands free of gunpowder residue and the heavy metals that accumulate when you're shooting.

"I'd say I'm surprised to see you down here," I told him, "But that would be a lie."

Sol smirked at me. "Am I that predictable?"

"Last time I wore clothes like this was the Gala. Made me think about that night. I guess they may have had the same impact on you as they did on me," I told him.

He looked in the mirror over the sink as he scrubbed his hands. He was watching himself, and I wondered what was going through his head.

"That's exactly what I thought," he told me, finally breaking away from the staring contest he'd been having with himself, turning to look at me. "But I would have probably been down here anyway. This is the best place to calm my nerves, oddly enough."

"Nerves? What are you nervous about? It's only the biggest wedding in Vegas this century," I joked with him. "I mean, it's not like the President is going to be here or anything."

The President had sent her regrets, as she was overseas at a G7 meeting, along with the heads of government of Canada, France, Germany, Italy, Japan, and the UK. The Vice President, Vegas' own Doug Stone, would be in attendance and Governor Silas Prescott was officiating. We expected a lot of other VIPs from around the world, as well as many of the other casino moguls, plus another two hundred guests. Most of those were friends, family and employees of Sinclair Group.

Other than the NARC "King of the Strip" awards, which would be held next month at the Empire Luxe, this was the biggest social event of the summer. And Sol was one of the centers of attention. No pressure.

Sol smiled at me as he dried his hands. "I honestly can't believe this is happening. After Lena, I never expected to get married again," he said. "A part of me is still unsure if this is the best idea," he said.

I blinked. Was Sol having second thoughts?

He could tell I was shocked at what he said, because he quickly went on. "Don't worry. I love your mother. It's not about that. It's just..." Sol trailed off, and I could see he was wrestling with those internal demons that were born the day Lena's plane went down. "No matter how far we've come, I feel like there is something fundamentally wrong with this town. Some kind of blight on Vegas' soul. For all the shiny, bright hope and fun we project to the world, lying underneath all the glitz and glamour is some kind of monster that just sucks people in, steals everything and then spits them out. It's like an endless cycle. And as much as I don't want to be alone, as much as I want a life partner again, I'm scared what this town is going to do to her. And me. Getting married makes me feel so vulnerable. Like... before."

I would be a liar if I told you I understood what he meant. I'd seen a bit of the underside of this town -- the blackmail, the violence, the greed. But I'd also seen the good side of the city, the joy and happiness people felt in this hotel, my own joy at meeting and falling in love, seeing Mom happy.

Sure, Vegas had its dark side. After all, I'd been shot at, been shot, stopped a kidnapping, held my girlfriend as she shook in fear after her apartment was ransacked, interrogated a traitor, watched my private business get splayed out on the front page of the newspaper... and all this happened in the last six months. But it wasn't all bad. The good, at least for me, outweighed the negative.

Coud Sol say the same thing? I wasn't sure. Sol had been here for decades. Others, like Vex Romano and Winston Chesterfield, had been here for more than half a century. 'd never experienced the kind of loss that Sol had. Nobody I loved had been taken from me permanently, and I said a little prayer that none of them would be. I knew how devastating it would be if I lost Mom, Eva, Avery or any of my friends. We'd come close a few times, and that was scary enough. But Sol had lived through it and there are some wounds that just never heal. Maybe that's why he was so down on Vegas. There were times this city felt like a gaudy prison.

That being said, things felt like they were starting to change. The truce was holding and there'd been no violence for months now. Nothing but the typical drama of any big city with people and big companies competing against each other for customers, the popular acts, and trying to come up with the next big thing to bring people in the doors and get them to spend money. But who knew how long this was going to last?

I tried to put the best face on it. "Sol, you don't need to be worried about what this town is going to do to Mom. This town should be worried about what she's going to do to it," I said, with a laugh.

Sol smiled again. "I like that attitude. I don't expect anything to happen today," he went on, straightening up, pulling on his morning coat and then fiddling with his ascot. He looked at me in the mirror as he spoke. "There's enough security here to lock down Fort Knox. But we thought the same thing about the funeral, too, so keep your head on a swivel. And... thanks," he added quietly.

"For what?" I asked him.

"For being you. Thanks for being here, for your friendship, for understanding. I know a lot of guys who don't have good relationships with their stepsons," he said. He stood up, turned and stepped over to me, grabbing my hand, squeezing it and turning me towards him. "I'm happy our relationship isn't like theirs," he continued.

Then he moved in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. He stood back, looked at me again, then punched my arm playfully, turned, and left the bathroom.

I stood there, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror with a stupid grin on my face.

My life is so weird, I thought. I like it.

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Thursday Morning, July 14, 1983

The Oasis, Las Vegas

"That son of a bitch," Winston said, dropping the newspaper and pounding his fist onto the mahogany of his desk. He made paper clips, the phone, a banker's lamp, and the assorted other detritus that sat upon his desktop scatter and shake. He slopped coffee out of his mug, which immediately soaked into his second-quarter profit estimations.

He snatched the paper up before it got coffee stained. and reread the article for the third time.

The headline screamed at him from above the fold. Feds Indictment of Vegas Mobsters Imminent, and the article, which ran most of the right side of the front page and jumped inside to fill another half page of newsprint, put almost everything he'd told the assembled NARC Board of Directors out on the street.

Chesterfield was livid. This was exactly what he didn't want to happen, exactly why he'd made sure Weissman had left the building before he went into all the details he'd shared. Weissman had even identified former Senator Byrd as his source! How the fuck did he know that?

Winston ran a hand over his face, frustration piling onto frustration. He didn't need this right now. The Mob was rocked back on its heels, under siege from the Feds, but still breathing down his neck. He had no idea who would take over if The Chin was indicted and arrested, who would be the new go-between for the Genovese. The last thing he needed was a new, up-and-comer in the family, ready to make a mark and willing to turn the screws on him and the rest of the casinos they controlled simply because this article made it seem -- truthfully, to be fair -- that the owners were gleeful at the prospect of the Mob losing its grip on Sin City.

Winnie forced himself to calm down. He cleaned up the spilled coffee and took a sip of what was remaining in his mug. His third read through the article was less emotional and more analytic. He looked at exactly what Weissman had written -- a rare news article under the Editor-in-Chief's byline -- and parsed it in his head. Some of what was down here was almost verbatim what he'd said. Nobody had been taking notes in the meeting. They almost never did. This wasn't a meeting you wanted minutes for.

Seeing that, he picked up his phone and punched a few quick numbers. "Dan? I want you to sweep every single conference room on the conference level for bugs. Right now. You see this article in the paper today? There's no way they got this level of detail without a transcript. There's gotta be a bug in there. Find it."

He slammed the receiver down. He could feel another headache coming on, and it wasn't even nine in the morning. He picked the receiver back up and dialed the number for the switchboard in the hotel.

"Get me Weissman," he barked into the phone, hanging up after hearing the operator's acknowledgment. He stood up, poked his head out of his office and asked his secretary to bring him a fresh cup of coffee and to hold his calls for the next half an hour.

A few minutes later, the phone rang again, the switchboard connecting him to Sheldon Weissman at the Tribune.

"Weissman," the voice on the other end of the phone said quietly. Winnie thought he could hear the sounds of typewriters and presses through the tinny speaker on the phone receiver, but that could just have been his imagination. Weissman had an office with walls, didn't he?

"Sheldon, you motherfucker. Are you trying to get me killed?"

"And good morning to you too, Winnie! How goes the greed business this morning?" Sheldon said, his voice betraying nothing but amusement.

"It was going better before you told the entire world the Mob is about to get indicted, and we're all giddy about it. You know the Mob guys can read, right?"

"Well, I don't know if they can, but their girlfriends can probably read it to them, assuming they care," Weissman said, laughing. "But I get your point. Winnie, this is a story, and it's a big story for Las Vegas. I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads up, but you already know what we reported, don't you? Hell, you told all your people this two days ago."

"How the fuck did you get all this, anyway? Did you bug my conference room while you ate all my fucking pastries?"

"I've got sources, just like you do, Winnie. And, like you, I won't reveal them. Did we get anything wrong?" Sheldon asked, his voice finally losing the mocking tone and becoming serious.

Winston frowned. "No, you didn't get anything wrong. But this puts me in a rough situation. We all want the Mob gone, but if they don't want to be, they can make life pretty dangerous for those of us who are still here. You know that. This just puts a target on my back, and the backs of all the guys in that meeting who are on our side," he explained.

"Wait, what's 'our side?'" Sheldon asked. "I'm on nobody's side but my own," he said diffidently.

"Oh, stow that shit, Shel," Chesterfield said, his headache starting to return. "You know full well you want the Mob out of Vegas just as much as the other owners who aren't totally mobbed up themselves do. It's been your cause célèbre for the last two years. Don't act like it's not," Winston snarled. Why every phone call with this fucking reporter had to be a battle, he didn't understand.

"I'm just trying to sell papers, Winnie," Sheldon told him. Winston shook his head. He didn't understand why Weissman was being so cagey. Unless...

... his phones were being tapped.

Oh, shit.

Was somebody listening in on this call? Was it the Mob? Had he just put his head in a noose? Winston felt his heart pound, and he gripped the receiver of the phone until his knuckles were white.

"Listen, the next time you decide you want to publish details of secret meetings, at least give me the courtesy of a heads up, okay? That's the least you can do for eating all my goddamn pastries every month," Winston said, his mind rapidly trying to figure a way out of whatever this was he had gotten himself into.

"That's fair. And, of course, if you get any information you'd like me to know, you've obviously got my number," Sheldon said. The sound of a typewriter return came through the phone loud and clear, and this time Chesterfield knew it wasn't his imagination.

"Thanks," he said, ending the call. He slammed the receiver down.

Winston pushed his chair away from his desk as if it had scalded him, jumped to his feet, just in time for the door of the office to open, and his secretary to bring in a fresh cup of coffee.

"I need you to get security up here now," he told her. "I want my office, and all the phones swept for bugs. They can do the conference rooms later. This needs to be done immediately. And don't call them! Go down there yourself. Got it?"

His secretary looked at him wide-eyed but nodded. He took the coffee, took a sip, scalded his tongue, and cursed. He was about to yell about it, but the door to his office clicked shut before he could work his wounded tongue to complain.

He paced around, waiting for security to get here to start the sweep. As soon as they did, he'd wander off to another part of the casino and let them work in peace, but he wanted to see them get started.

As he paced, his thoughts became clearer, and he calmed down. The Mob didn't do wiretaps. It was way outside their technology level, which had barely risen above guns and threatening words. His own operations were cutting edge -- his staff had recently all been given new Wang computer terminals that let them do word processing and some database management, focused on tracking their players and making revenue decisions, like decisions about who to comp, and modeling who their big spenders were. All of it was custom, and it all cost a ton of money. But he knew it was the future, and he wanted to be leading the pack, not in the middle of it.

If anybody was tapping his phones, it was probably the FBI. If that was the case, he was fine. The Mob only did face-to-face meetings with him, never phone calls. No, it wasn't likely the Mob was listening. But somebody was. Somebody had given Weissman the transcript of this last meeting.

"Fuck this, I need to get laid," Chesterfield said, looking around his office. For some people alcohol got them in the mood. For others, it was a nice meal. Winston, however, found that he was at his most amorous when he was stressed. His wife and family were back in Virginia -- they only spent a limited amount of time here in Vegas and he was frequently commuting back and forth to see them -- so if he was going to take the edge off, he'd need to find one of his flings on the casino floor. He could have looked up work schedules to see which of his past partners was working today, but part of the fun was seeing who was around and interested in a bonus.

There was a knock at the door, and his security chief came in with a pair of technicians. They immediately began scanning the walls and outlets and then began disassembling the phone. Winston closed the door behind him and then started downstairs to the casino floor.

Thursday mornings were slow in the Oasis. There were a few regulars, a few of the older locals who never seemed to go home. The staff perked up when they saw him, men and women, because he was known to stroll the floor, handing out casino chips if he observed them doing their jobs well.

He searched the faces of the women, the cocktail waitresses, the hotel assistants, the concierge desk ladies, and the dealers. Most of the dealers and croupiers were standing in front of empty tables, waiting for players. There were only a handful of them, because the casino made no money staffing empty tables.

Winston was eclectic in his taste for women. Short, tall, skinny, a little chubby, he didn't care. He cared more about enthusiasm than looks. But there was one thing that he did prefer, and that was Black women. A part of him was still in lust with Thumper. He didn't think he'd ever actually loved her, but there was something about her that got his juices flowing. Just the thought of her made his dick lurch in his pants. Their daughter, Bathsheba, was a beautiful woman in her own right, and Winston would be a liar if he said he'd never had inappropriate thoughts about her. There was a lot of her mother in her. He wondered how she and the new baby were doing. He resolved to check in on them in a few months.

As he passed the roulette tables, his eyes swept across the staff there and then lit on one of the croupiers.

"Jackpot," he whispered to himself.

Her name was Tiffany, and she was one of his older employees. She was in her mid-30s, a mother, and recently divorced. Vegas was the divorce capital of Nevada, which was the divorce capital of the United States. Petite, with dark brown skin, wide hips and full breasts, she was originally from Alabama and still had a bit of a southern accent. She had dallied with Winston a few times over the years, and he was particularly fond of her blowjob technique. She was overseeing a few of the roulette wheels.

He stopped at her area, but she had her back to him. One of the dealers noticed him, tapped her shoulder, and pointed discreetly. She turned, saw Winnie standing there, and gave him an expectant grin. She knew what was coming, and she knew that it usually ended with a few hundred-dollar chips in her pocket. Seeing the boss on the floor was always a potential payday, even if nothing sexual happened. That was just the cherry on top, if it did. Winston was considered a thoughtful lover by most of the staff.

"I think it's time for your break, Tiff," Winston said. "Care to join me?"

"That sounds like a lovely idea, Mr. Chesterfield, why thank you," she said, batting her eyes at him.

Ten minutes later they were upstairs in one of the VIP suites, Winston's slacks around his ankles, and his cock in Tiffany's mouth.

Tiffany had an oral fixation. That was the only thing that made any sense to Winston. The woman loved sucking dick. He'd never been with anybody who got off on oral sex like she did. She would have an orgasm just by sucking his cock and casually flicking her bean.

The staff in the Oasis was dressed in loose beach attire, which for the women meant a variety of bikini tops, flowing saris and filmy dresses that covered but also allowed plenty of access. Tiffany wasn't wearing underwear, just a bikini top. She had reached under her skirt to finger herself while she lavished attention on Winnie's cock, and he was sure she'd already given herself at least one climax while she was blowing him.

Winston closed his eyes, and imagined Tiffany was Thumper, he was twenty years younger and a few pounds lighter, and his hair was less gray than now.

"I'm so glad you found me this morning, Mr. Chesterfield," Tiffany purred, looking up at him with big, brown doe eyes. "I love sausage for breakfast," she told him.

He smiled down at her but cut off the dirty talk. "Less talking, more sucking," he said gently. He didn't have time for playful banter. He had work to do.

She grinned at him before sliding her mouth along his shaft.

She worked his cock like a bro, tugging and twisting the base, while licking and swirling her tongue around his glans. The feeling was heavenly, and just what Winston needed. He considered telling her to stop, that he wanted to fuck her, but the reality was that Tiffany was kind of a boring lay. For all her skill in sucking cock, she turned into a wet fish with a dick up inside her, so Winston let her do what she did best.

The squelchy sounds of this wet and wild blowjob filled the VIP suite. Winston opened his eyes and looked down, watching as Tiffany's mouth continued to pleasure him. He could feel his orgasm rising, and after a few minutes he began to grunt. Tiffany knew what that sound meant, and she doubled down on her technique, being rewarded for her skill with a mouthful of Winston's cream.

She swallowed it all, opened her mouth to show him, and then grinned. He pulled her to her feet and gave her a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. He had no desire to kiss her, not with his jizz still on her lips.

Winston cleaned up, tossed Tiffany a few hundred in chips, and went back to his office.

"Well?" He asked, as his chief of security stood there, waiting for him to return.

"Nothing, Chief," he said. "We checked the entire office, all the phones, even out here. No hidden mics, nothing on the lines we could see. If someone is tapping you, they're doing it off premises. We're going to go finish the conference rooms, but our preliminary sweep there was negative, too."

"I want you to put together a schedule for periodic sweeps of my office and the conference rooms, at least until this shit blows over," Winston said. He didn't explain what he meant by "this shit" and his security chief knew better than to ask. He simply nodded, waved at the two techs, and left the room.

If there were no bugs, then it was clear somebody had leaked the contents of the meeting to Weissman. Chesterfield thought over who was in the meeting, who had been taking notes, and he couldn't come up with anything. The meeting was the same as all their previous meetings had been. Nobody took notes, there were no minutes, and only the usual suspects were there.

Except that Romano kid.

Fuck. How could he have been so blind? A twenty-year-old kid who graduated from Yale early? There was a reason Frank Boyd wanted him in that meeting, and that had to be it. The kid must have a good memory.

Winston turned to his secretary, who had just taken a seat behind her desk, having heard his orders to the security chief and the techs.

"Jennifer, please get me Victor Romano's phone number. Scratch that -- please call Frank Boyd and ask him for Victor Romano's number, and then I want you to call him and set up lunch for him and me downstairs in the Grill. Any day this week or next is fine. Okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Chesterfield," she said, dutifully picking up the phone and dialing Frank Boyd's number from memory.

Things were starting to change here in Vegas. A bit too rapidly for Winston's tastes, if he had to be honest. It was clear he needed to learn the new lay of the land before it was too late. The first thing he had to do was figure out who this Romano kid really was, figure out if he was working with Weissman and, if so, what the hell for?

Winston walked into his office. There was a note on his desk, written on yellow legal paper. It wasn't there when he'd left to go down to the casino floor. He felt his pulse quicken, then turned and walked back to the entrance to his office. He looked out into the outer office, saw his secretary sitting at her desk. She looked up at him knowingly.

"That note arrived for you while the men were sweeping your office," she said. She didn't have to say anything else. Yellow legal pad notes were bad news.

Winston sighed, walked back into his office, and shut the door behind him with a loud click.

* * *

Saturday Afternoon, June 3, 2032

Wiley Residence, West Las Vegas

"Curtis, what the fuck is this?" Elijah said, as his brother breezed through the front door of the family home. Elijah had discovered the envelope in his room that morning. It held a handful of twenties and had 'Boog' written on the outside.

"What you think it is? That's your cut," Red Dog said, closing the door behind him. "Why you up in my grill just as I get home?"

"This is it? We made ten times this much from that dude and his mail-order bride," Elijah said, standing his ground.

"Who did all the work? You couldn't even get your cock in her, yo," Red Dog said, scoffing. He stepped over to the kitchen and grabbed a purple soda from the fridge. "I earned that money. Plus, it's my account and I'm the one that found them and did the negotiating," he said. "That's still good money for a wet dick, yo," he said, gesturing at the envelope in Elijah's hands.

"Curtis, if I'm going to keep doing this with you, I am going to be doing it just for the money. The sex does nothing for me. You want to use me to jack up your rates, fine, but I want at least half."

"Half!? You trippin'?" Red Dog barked a laugh in his face.

"Half, or you can do this shit on your own."

"I'll give you a third to start. If you actually find one of these bitches who can handle that hog of yours, I'll consider upping it. That's the best you're gonna do. You can't do this on your own, you know," Red Dog said, draining half the soda and burping loudly.

Elijah bit his lip. A third was better than this paltry cut, but it would slow down his plans. It was clear to him that his brother was taking advantage of him, but he didn't have any idea how to even get started in this sex-for-money business, and Red Dog was already set up. He didn't like it, but he didn't feel like he had a choice.

Something nagged at him from the back of his mind. Something he was trying to recall. His brother stalked off, the conversation essentially at an end. Elijah sat down on the couch and tried to think.

Suddenly, it came to him. Bunny. At the end of their tryst, she'd said something about if he ever needed anything, to come and see her at the Elysium hotel. He'd heard of the Elysium -- everybody in Vegas had. It was a swanky, expensive, sex themed hotel for the rich plastic surgery crowd. They filmed porn there, he knew, but he didn't think he wanted to do anything else on screen, at least not now.

He got up and went over to his brother's room. "When's our next date?"

"Tonight," Red Dog said, as he lounged on his bed, scrolling his phone. "Got another cuck couple lined up. You get a third, understand?"

"I get it. Come get me when we have to leave," Elijah said, and then he went back to his room.

He did a quick internet search on the Elysium and saw that today was the owner's big wedding. There was no way he'd be able to get anywhere near the place tonight. He resolved to go on Monday and try to look Bunny up. Maybe he could get a better deal selling himself if he went to the pros.

* * *

Saturday Afternoon, June 5, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

"Bride or groom?" I asked for what felt like the hundredth time so far today. I could see Miles, Mikey and Lionel ahead of me, escorting ladies down the aisle.

I had expected the wedding to be held in one of the large ballrooms on the third floor. I hadn't been looking forward to that, honestly, because the memories of what happened during the AAFI Awards were still fresh. I hadn't stepped foot anywhere near those ballrooms since that day, and I didn't plan on it. I was starting to have a list of places I avoided around Vegas because of bad memories. The main ballroom in the Empire Luxe (which was named after Sol and me now, oddly enough), Empire Stadium, and the conference floor of the Elysium were all on the list. When Mom told me we weren't doing it in the ballrooms, I was relieved.

And when she told me where we were doing it, I had to admit it made sense. The soaring spires and stained-glass windows that decorated Vespers, the nightclub in the Elysium, were a perfect backdrop for Mom's 'traditional non-traditional' style wedding. The nightclub was already designed to look a bit like a monastery, to go along with the 'Vespers' theme, and so completing the transformation from nightclub to wedding venue was relatively straightforward.

The dance floor could hold hundreds of people, the DJ stand and stage were perfect for the wedding party to be up high and seen by everyone, and the lights, digital effects and cameras all made it easy to record and broadcast the wedding. The place was filled with pews now, all set with plush purple upholstery, and bedecked with white roses. There was a large bower of multicolored flowers in the center of the stage, where Sol and Mom would stand in front of the Governor to say their vows. The rest of the stage looked like an arboretum had exploded up there, the entire place was filled with flowers, plants and greenery.

Behind the stage, screened off from view, was a slimmed down symphony orchestra, ready to fill the club with music. I saw a veritable army of Vespers and Elysium Productions staff, dressed in their all-black uniforms, making final preparations to the venue. The wedding was being broadcast live online, and weeks of work had gone into the choreography of every aspect of it. I had a relatively easy job, but I knew each and every one of these staff had spent countless hours trying to make this a spectacle that people would ooh and ahh over, and an unforgettable day for Mom and Sol.

"Groom," the woman I didn't recognize told me. I had no idea who most of the people here were, but I knew that Mom and Sol were pretty popular in town, and they'd invited just about everybody they knew. The general guest crowd was almost exhausted now, and the room was still only about half full. That would leave the other half for Sinclair Group staff, VIPs, and their entourages.

I made a crook with my arm, and she rested her hand in it. I escorted her to the nearest empty seat. Her partner -- Husband? Son? Boyfriend? -- followed behind. She was probably in her late fifties, and her partner was maybe a few years older than me. I sat the pair together, and he wrapped his arm around her, and she rested her hand on his crotch.

Boyfriend, I thought with a grin.

This was a wedding, sure, but it was being held in the Elysium, and it was Mom and Sol's wedding. There was an electric charge of sexual tension in the air that was almost palpable. Everywhere I looked there were couples, most of whom were dangerously close to one another. There were singles, many very attractive, eyeing each other up as they counted down the minutes until the ceremony was over and the reception - and the pairing off - would begin.

I gave it a one in three chance that the reception ended up turning into a massive orgy. If Mom had her way, I'm sure that's what would happen. But even if it didn't, I knew full well that there was going to be a lot of sex tonight, and probably a pretty solid number of kids born nine months from today. I waved at a few people I recognized and then walked back to the entrance to the club.

"I think we're about done," Miles said, coming over to me. I adjusted the rose pinned to his lapel, which had started to droop.

"Now the fun part starts. VIPs," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, at least we don't have to do the escorting for this part," he told me.

As groomsmen, part of our job was serving as ushers -- at least, for the regular wedding guests. We'd escort the ladies, getting them seated, filling in where necessary, with the bride's guests on the right and the groom's guests on the left. This seemed to be a completely arbitrary distinction to me, since Mom and Sol had a lot of friends in common, but it was part of a traditional wedding, so Mom made us do it.

Miles, Mikey and I stood in the back of the room, near the entrance, forming a receiving line of sorts, as the VIPs began to enter. Lionel was standing to the side, eyeing everybody coming in. Even as part of the wedding party, he was still doing his job as the family's senior protective detail officer.

Before the first group VIPs arrived, there was the inevitable flood of security guards and police officers. There were dozens of them, and they spread out around Vespers, taking up positions to give them a full view of the entire venue.

All of the guests had already been through metal detectors. This was a nightclub, so we were set up for it. Given everything that had happened so far this year, nobody complained. They knew it was necessary.

The first actual VIP through the door was the Governor, Silas Prescott. His sister was with him, and I directed him to towards the stage, since he was officiating. One of the Vespers staff was there and took him back to the off-stage area where he'd be able to prep for his role in the ceremony. Miles sat his sister in the front row, where family and the most senior VIPs would sit.

The two had caused a mini scandal late last year as reports came out that they were both brother and sister and essentially husband and wife. That scandal was my first foray into Vegas politics, courtesy of Avery, who was the reporter, at the time, who broke the story.

That seemed like a lifetime ago. Most people in the city accepted Prescott's sexual peccadilloes, which made me think his ballot initiative to legalize non-reproductive incest in Nevada was likely to pass in November.

Next through the door was the Vice President of the United States, Doug Stone. The President had nominated Doug, who was the former senior Senator from Nevada, to be Vice President back in February, but it had taken nearly three months for the Senate to confirm him in the job. Now, firmly ensconced in the job and in the middle of campaign season, I was impressed that he'd found the time to attend the wedding.

"Jackboy! How are you, kid?" The Vice President said, slapping me on the arm and giving me a big DC grin. We weren't close, but I knew him, and he knew me. He also knew Avery, very well, and I knew he wanted to get to know her even better. Doug was a good-looking guy, and I honestly wouldn't have minded seeing him and Avery together -- especially if I could join them. I'd been a little jealous of him when we first met, but I wasn't anymore. We'd gotten so far past that at this point it wasn't even worth mentioning.

"Doing well, sir. This day has been a long time coming," I told him.

He looked over my head. "Where's that girlfriend of yours? Make sure she's sitting near me, okay?"

I grinned. I knew he'd be looking for Avery immediately. "She'll be down soon. She likes to make a grand entrance," I told him. He smiled back at me.

"Don't we all? The President sends her regards, by the way. She would rather be here than at that stupid summit, I know," he added. He realized he was blocking the progress of the rest of the VIPs, so he slapped me on the arm again and made his way towards his seat near the front.

The mayor of Las Vegas was next, along with a handful of the city council. Vex Romano and his wife Ilsa arrived shortly thereafter. They were polite to me, and I saw Vex give one of his rare smiles to his son Mikey, whom he greeted warmly. It was good to see that he'd truly forgiven Mikey and Miles for eloping. A solid portion of the Vegas mogul crowd was with Romano, including both Dimitri Borodin and Edward Liao. I made myself scarce when Liao came in -- I don't think I'd ever forgive that cocksucker for getting me kicked off the Georgetown baseball team.

Winston Chesterfield arrived, under his own power today. The last time I saw him he'd been in a wheelchair, during the funeral services in January. He was bent with age and used a cane, but his eyes were sharp, and his suit was well tailored. I shook his hand. I asked him for advice.

"Mr. Chesterfield, I don't know if Sol has told you, but he's put me in charge of the renovations and operations at the Oasis," I explained. "I know you put a lot of your life into that hotel, and I hope I'll be able to restore it to its rightful place here in the Vegas pantheon."

I saw the smile slip from his face a bit. "Running a casino is more difficult than it appears, young man," he told me. His voice was deep and gravely, but I could hear him clearly over the chattering of the wedding guests. "The Oasis is a grand old dame, but she needs a facelift. She needs new ideas, and new leadership. I'll be looking forward to seeing what you do with her. Oh, and if you ever get bored, wander downstairs to the basement and look in the file room. We've got records there going back to the 60s when she was built. It's like a time capsule," he grinned at me.

"Really? You kept all that stuff?" I was surprised, as in my experience - which was limited, I admit - most businesses shredded old archival material every few years to save on space.

"I'm a bit of a hoarder, son," he said, rubbing a wrinkled hand down his face, smoothing out his beard. "And my memory has never been great. Not all of us were born with a computer in our heads, like Vex Romano," he snorted. "I used to go down there and read through old profit and loss reports from decades ago, to remind me of how things had been in the old days. The older you get, the more you'll start doing things like that. Anyway, good luck! Now where's my fucking seat?"

I laughed, and pointed him towards one of the security staff, who lead him to a seat near the front.

Standing immediately behind him was Sally Hemingway. She had watched my conversation with Chesterfield, and I thought I saw a look of disdain flit across her face. I wasn't sure if that was directed at me or at him, but I couldn't explain it. I thought we'd always gotten along pretty well. As soon as Winston toddled off, she stepped over, then gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

From that behavior, I decided it clearly wasn't me that look was intended for. I resolved to ask Claire if there was some history between the Hemingways and the Chesterfields.

"You getting ready to start the new gig, Jack? I saw you chatting with Winnie. The old Oasis and the new. Like bookends, right?" She laughed and touched my arm gently. She was giving me a weird vibe, almost like she was coming on to me. She was old enough to be my mother, but she was good looking, in her rustic, western way, and I wouldn't have minded a roll in the hay with her.

"Just paying my respects to my predecessor, Ms. Hemingway," I said, politely. "I've got pretty big shoes to fill over there, I think," I told her.

"Not as big as they used to be," she murmured. "You're going to do great, Jack," she added, encouragingly, before she moved off to find her seat. I stood staring at her ass as she walked away, until I heard a voice behind me that startled me out of my reveries.

"Hello, Jack Fisher," the voice said. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting yet," it said.

I turned and saw a stunning brunette, dressed in a beautiful light blue dress, a rope of diamonds around her neck and in her ears. Her lips were ruby red, her hair perfectly coifed in a wave of ebony that rested on her shoulders. Her eyes were bright green, nestled in a face that I could tell had seen a significant amount of plastic surgery -- expensive, very well-done plastic surgery. So good that I had no idea exactly how old she was. She could be anywhere from thirty to sixty. She had moderately sized breasts, a skinny waist with just enough curves below to make my mind begin to race with the possibilities. She looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place where I knew her from.

"Pleased to meet you, um..."

"I'm Vivian Bentley," she told me, holding out her hand for me to kiss. "You can call me Senator," she added with a smirk.

That's when it hit me. This was the mayor's ex-wife. She'd been the Congresswoman from Las Vegas for almost a decade. The two of them hated each other, and I hoped the staff realized that and seated her as far away from him as possible. I had never met her before today.

Nevada law allowed the Governor to appoint successors to Senate vacancies, so long as the successors were members of the same political party as the previous holder. Congresswoman Bentley was in the same party as Doug Stone, so it made sense that Governor Prescott would move her up. The two had been friends for a long time, and the Governor and the mayor were decidedly not chummy these days. The mayor was in Vex Romano's pocket, and he and the Governor didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things, the incest ballot measure only one of them.

Appointing Bentley was the best way to stick it to the mayor, and I'm sure Governor Prescott had gleefully signed the document making her a United States Senator.

The special election to fill her House seat was scheduled for September, and whoever won would likely be running again for a full term in November. There were already a handful of people in the race, and everybody expected that whoever won in September would get the job again in November, which increased the size of the field.

I swallowed. Bentley was a knockout. And she was giving me every signal on the planet that she was interested.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Senator! Congrats on the appointment. I just left DC, just finished Georgetown, actually" I told her.

"That's too bad, Jack," she said, smiling at me. "I'll have to find a way to entice you back there," she added. She leaned closer to me and whispered. "We should get to know each other better."

"I'd like that," I responded politely. She pulled back and smiled at me again, and then she was led to her seat by a staffer. I watched her as she walked away, and my dick gave a small jump in my pants.

That jump was overshadowed by a feeling of pressure as I felt a hand grab my crotch. My head whipped around to see who had felt me up, my body tensing. As soon as I saw who was attached to the hand, I relaxed and grinned. I was in the presence of royalty, again. The Princesses Victoria and Mary had arrived, and were standing in front of me, Mary's hand groping my dick through my pants.

"See, Vicky? I told you he'd be happy to see us," Mary said, laughing.

The two girls stepped up on both sides of me and each gave me a kiss on the cheek at the same time. Suddenly we were bombarded camera flashes, as the assembled press realized the Princesses were here and they all immediately began taking photos. The Twin Terrors, as the British tabloids had named them, were fresh off their latest controversy -- this time involving a drunken party where they'd been caught skinny dipping with a Saudi prince. The pair had been sent, along with their brother Edward, the Prince of Wales, to the United States to get them out of England for a bit, and they'd graciously accepted Mom's invitation to the wedding.

"Jack! Great to see you, old chum," the Prince of Wales said, standing behind his sisters and waiting to shake my hand. "Lovely place you've got here," he told me, waving at the room.

"You should see it when it's not all fancy for a wedding," I told him laughing. I gave him a big hug, and the cameras flashed again. "Thanks for being here. Means a lot to me and the family," I told him.

"Oy, what about us?" Victoria said, pinching my arm.

"That goes without saying," I told her, smiling. I put my arm around her shoulders, and she rested her head on mine. More flashes.

Mary stepped closer to me, shielding her face from the cameras and whispering in my ear. "Vicky and I fucking love weddings, Jack. They make us sooooo randy. Any chance for a quickie before the thing gets going?"

I laughed and looked at her. "I'm pretty busy, but I can't say no to you two," I told her.

I leaned in closer and explained where to go and when. She smiled, gave me a peck on the cheek and then grabbed her sister by the arm and pulled her towards the seats. Edward raised an eyebrow at me, and I just shrugged. I could tell that he understood what his sisters had been whispering with me about. Edward was well aware they tended to get what they wanted, especially in the sex department. They were princesses and they knew it. That was a dangerous thing, let me tell you.

"Miles, Mikey, can you guys hold down the fort here for me for a second? I need to go see a man about a horse," I told them a few minutes later, waving vaguely towards the bathrooms. Lionel stepped over from where he'd been conferring with one of the Secret Service staff and joined our little scrum.

Mikey frowned at me, clearly not familiar with the idiom, but Miles just grinned. "The service won't be that long, but you might as well go take care of business," he told me. "You know where the bathrooms are, I know," he said teasingly.

I nodded at him sagely. Lionel took my arm, leaned in and raised an eyebrow. "The princesses don't want to be kept waiting," he whispered, and then he winked at me.

Of course, Lionel knew exactly what I was going to do. I grinned back at him and made a beeline towards the bathroom.

Once I got there, I kept going past it, towards one of the little sex nooks that dotted the main level of Vespers.

One of the advantages to holding the wedding here, at least for those of us who knew the place pretty well -- and I'd been there are few dozen times over the last seven months -- was there were plenty of places to get busy. Some more private than others. I remembered back to the upstairs bathroom where I gave a random guy a blowjob my first time here, and then to other visits, including when I'd watched Zoey Starlight and Cassidy Cane, two of Nyla's top stars, take all comers upstairs.

The twins were waiting for me in the first sex nook past the bathrooms. The area was partially shielded from the dance floor but still open, so anybody who wanted could walk right in. The only area of the main floor area visible from the nook was the stage, which was still blessedly empty.

This was going to have to be the quickest quickie that ever quickied, because I could not be gone for too long with all the VIPs pouring in and the wedding just a half hour away.

I stepped into the nook and the twins greeted me with two bright, Chesire Cat smiles. They'd found the stash of sex toys and lube that each of the nooks was outfitted with -- apparently the Sex Toy Gideons made it down to the club, too.

"You naughty boy," Victoria said to me, waving a black rubber dildo at me. "You knew we were coming, and you knew we wanted to play, didn't you?"

I laughed. "This is a nightclub in a sex hotel, Vic -- every one of these nooks is outfitted the same way," I explained. "But we don't have time for me to give you the grand tour, so if you girls want to get off, we better--"

The words never made it out. Mary hopped up and buried her tongue in my mouth, and I felt the zipper on my pants go down as Victoria fished my cock out and began bathing it with her tongue.

The girls were beautifully dressed in matching sea foam green gowns, strapless with a fringe of gauze that provided a gentle cover for their décolletage. I am no dressmaker, but I guessed this was supposed to be a way to make what could be considered a risqué ball gown more acceptable, but all it did was draw my eye to their cleavage, which was only partially obscured by the material. I expected that's what they were going for. They both had diamond pendant necklaces on, and both were wearing demure tiaras in their hair. They looked every inch the princesses they were.

And now these princesses were doing their best to swallow my cock. There was something surreal about it, but that was my life now.

Mary pulled away from me with a gasp, her chest heaving. She was flushed from our kiss, and she immediately dropped to her knees beside her sister. "My turn, Vicky," she cooed, and her sister dutifully released her death grip on my penis and fed it lovingly into Mary's mouth.

Victoria stood up and kissed me, grabbing my hand and placing it on one of her breasts. "There's no way we can fuck in these outfits, so you owe us one, Jack," she said into my mouth, between fervent kisses that took my breath away.

I noticed, for the first time, that neither of the girls had been wearing lipstick.

I grinned to myself. They'd planned this entire thing. They knew what they were going to do, and didn't want to smear lipstick all over themselves and me. Clearly, these two were veterans of this kind of liaison.

My cock was hard as a rock as the Victoria dropped back down to her sister's side, and the pair began to suck my cock together. I watched as their tongues moved up and down my shaft, one hitting the glans and sucking the tip in while the other slid down the shaft towards my balls. They couldn't actually get at my balls thanks to my pants being in the way, but fortunately I was big enough that there was plenty of cock for them to work.

And work it they did. Their tongues licked and twirled all over the head and shaft, and more than once I saw their tongues touching, which sent a little thrill through me. I should have known that was just a preview because it didn't take long, especially after their mouths touched when both of them went for my cockhead at the same time, for them to start kissing each other gently, their lips teasing each other.

I moaned when I saw them kissing -- I couldn't believe they'd take this kind of a risk just fifty feet or so from a few dozen cameras. Hell, I couldn't believe none of the cameramen had followed us, especially given my history of getting caught getting incestuous blowjobs in this very nightclub. But this was one time when my luck held out. There were so many VIPs coming to the wedding that the press cameras had enough meat to fill their bellies and didn't need to go chasing after me and the Princesses.

As the moan escaped my lips, the sisters broke off their teasing and looked up at me. "I think he likes that, Vicky," Mary purred.

"I think so too," Victoria replied. "Should we give him more of it?"

"Lets," Mary said, and then smashed her lips onto her sisters.

The two of them began to make out for me, as I took matters into my own hands and began to jack off, watching the show. I wasn't going to last long -- I'd been in a heightened state of arousal for most of the day. I had wanted to save myself for the post wedding festivities, whatever they would be, but you don't say no to Victoria and Mary. I could feel my climax rising, and I began to panic. I couldn't cum on the Princesses, and if I dropped my load in my hand, I would completely mess up my own outfit.

"I'm going to cum--" I started to say, and Mary lunged at my cock, breaking off the kiss with her sister, and taking me into her mouth just as I began to spurt.

My balls twitched as I poured a hefty load into Mary, but she managed to take it all without spilling a drop. She swallowed once and I felt a jolt as her sister punched her in the arm.

"You bitch! You took it all!" Victoria quietly raged, her mouth wide open in mock anger.

"It was my turn, love," Mary told her. "I've still got a little left," she said, opening her mouth and showing off a few drops of cream that remained.

"Mine!" Victoria said, and she took her sister's face in her hand and turned it towards her mouth. The pair began kissing again, and I could see Victoria's tongue desperately searching Mary's mouth for the remains of my climax.

"Girls, I need to get back out there. Wait here a few minutes, then go to the bathroom and come out, okay?"

"Jack, you're acting like we've never done this before," Victoria said, an amused grin on her face. "Don't you worry. We've been giving the paparazzi the slip for ages. They only see what we want them to see," she told me.

I blinked. These two had gotten into so much trouble over the last two years I couldn't believe they had arranged it all. But the look on Mary's face told me her sister wasn't lying. I just grinned at them, stuffed my now spent cock into my pants, zipped up, smoothed my clothes, and left the sex nook, making a right and heading towards the stage.

The front rows immediately in front of the stage were almost full now, and it was a veritable Who's Who of Nevada dignitaries. The Vice President, our newest Senator, the Mayor, half the city council, a variety of state legislators, along with a number of A-list celebrities I didn't even realize were here, including one Rock and Roll Hall of Famer, a Country Music Hall of Famer in a big, black cowboy hat, two movie stars I had never met but knew by sight, and a handful of other famous people who were in Vegas doing tours or shows. Behind them were Elysium and Sinclair Group VIPs, including most of the company staff, from the COO on down. Behind them were many of my friends, including Ben and Molly, who were taking breaks from their vacations to be here for the wedding. I saw Avery and Eva had arrived and were seated in the front row. I walked over to them and gave both a quick kiss.

It was good to see so many friends and family here, and for a much happier reason than the last time I saw many of them. I tried to put out of my mind how that funeral had ended.

Today was going to be a good day, a day of celebration, a day that would be long remembered. It would see the beginning of the Sinclair-Fisher clan and an end to Mom and Sol's long stretch of the single life, not that I expected much would change for either of them.

I looked at my watch and realized the ceremony would be starting soon.

Miles and Mikey were gesturing at me wildly from the back of the room, and I made my way down the aisle, waving at friends, but not stopping to talk. We'd have plenty of time at the reception to catch up.

"Where the fuck did you go?" Mikey asked me, as he dusted off my morning coat's shoulders, and straightened my ascot. "Miles wouldn't tell me, and Lionel just stared like I was an idiot."

"I was keeping up foreign relations," I told him.

He raised an eyebrow at me. Miles grinned and Lionel continued to look at Mikey with disgust. Lionel apparently thought it was obvious, but Mikey didn't know me that well yet.

From behind us, a deep voice cut through the chatter.

"He can explain later. He's got a job to do now."

Solomon Sinclair stepped up to the three of us, resplendent in his morning dress. He looked like he had stepped straight off the cover of GQ. Everything was in place, from the white rose boutonnière he wore on his lapel, to the mirror bright shine on his shoes.

Behind him I saw Nyla and the Terrible Trio in their pink dresses. They were all chittering happily, and I have to admit that while their dresses were a bright pink color not found in nature, they all looked amazing. I could tell they were bursting with excitement, as the big moment was just a few minutes away.

"Is it time?" I asked.

Sol nodded. He pointed to one of the stage directors in Vespers, who spoke into a microphone.

The lights dimmed, and the symphony began to play. Sol, Lionel, Mikey and Miles processed solemnly down the aisle, to the Prelude of Bach's Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major. The cello boomed, the crowd hushed, and a spotlight shone down on the four men as they processed slowly down the aisle, then walked up the steps to take their places to the left of the bower.

Governor Prescott stepped out of the shadows and walked to the center of the stage. He wore a black judge's gown, and in his hands carried a black binder with the wedding script bound in it.

It was Nyla's turn next, and she made her way down the aisle a few feet in front of the trio of Lucy, Gabby and Chloe. The symphony played Bach's Jesu, Joy of Man Desiring as the maiden of honor and the bridesmaids processed down the aisle, spotlights picking out each of them as they carried their bouquets of white roses that matched the men's boutonnières to their places to the right of the bower. Once the wedding party was in place, the symphony fell silent and you could hear a pin drop, as everyone waited for the grand entrance.

I saw none of this until well after the fact, when I watched the video of the ceremony.

Thinking back on this event, years later, it's amazing to me the amount of detail I can still remember. I remember the way my clothes felt on my body. I remember the smells -- the cologne Eva bought me faintly filling my nostrils, competing with the smell of roses and the earthy smells of so many people in one place. I remembered the way the light sparkled down from the stained-glass windows hanging in the club. I could remember almost as much as I did of my own wedding.

But more than all that, I remember how Mom looked the first time I saw her in her wedding dress.

When Mom and Dad got married, they'd been nineteen-year-old kids. The wedding had been of the shotgun variety, Mom already pregnant with me and the schism the event created in my family unhealed. It never really would be. I couldn't recall the last time I'd seen my grandparents, any of them -- I would be hard pressed to even know if they were still alive. They'd not played any kind of role in my life, even after Dad died. Maybe it was because Dad died. I don't know.

So, Mom and Dad's wedding looked like it had been planned, executed and paid for by two nineteen-year-old kids. I'd seen the wedding pictures, and they reminded me of a midwestern high school's senior prom. Mom and Dad looked happy, but no one else did.

That was probably why Mom had insisted on this being as traditional a wedding as she could get. She'd never had one before, and this was her time to be the center of attention.

She deserved it. I loved my mom. She worked harder than anybody I knew, had been through more than most people, had raised me by herself while building a career, and she deserved to be happy. And I knew she loved Sol and today was something she'd been looking forward to. I was proud to be a part of it.

I had no idea what Mom had been planning to wear. It could have literally been anything - or nothing. I'd thought about it a few times, and Avery and Eva and I had joked that she would probably just show up naked with a black collar that read 'SLUT' on it around her neck.

That would have been hot, but I knew Mom wouldn't go that route. That would be too much, even for her. I remember laughing to myself at that image as she stepped into the vestibule of Vespers and I got to see her for the first time.

She had gone the exact opposite route, and I still recall the feeling of shock and amazement when my eyes beheld her at that moment.

She had chosen an elegant, timeless dress that was about as demure as you could possibly get. Her gown was solid silk mikado in the brightest ivory I'd ever seen. She literally glowed. The high bateau neckline showed no cleavage at all, her collarbone and neck the most skin she was showing. Around her neck was a small string of pearls, almost a choker, and she wore pearl earrings in her ears, her hair done up in a French braid interwoven with baby's breath and pearls that blended into a thin gauzy veil. She held a large white bouquet of flowers in her hands, her arms covered by sleeves that were closed by two dozen pearl buttons.

The structured bodice of the gown was plain, with no ornamentation. Her very large breasts were impossible to hide, but they were covered by the fabric which flowed over and down into a narrow waistline above a full A-line skirt that fell to the floor in gentle ripples of white silk. Her train was slight, just enough to drag behind her.

The juxtaposition was obvious. Mom had the body of a sex goddess, sculpted to look like she had just stepped off a porn set. Yet her dress was as conservative as you'd see at a Catholic wedding. And yet, despite the lack of ostentation, the lack of any kind of embellishment, or even the hint of skin, it screamed 'sex' to me. Despite the fact that I'd just gotten off less than half an hour ago, I felt my cock start to inflate at the sight of her. Just for a moment, my resolve to stop any kind of sexy play with my mother wavered.

On many women, the wedding gown makes a plain woman look lovely. On Mom, she made the plain gown look lovely. It was nothing more than a wrapping for an exquisite example of the female sex, and she took my breath away. I couldn't wait to see what it would do to Sol when he saw her.

But the dress was just a dress, and Mom's body was nice, but it wasn't what made her so attractive to me at that moment, and it wasn't what I would remember for the rest of my life.

What I remember most was the look on her face.

Even brighter than the glow from her ivory gown was the glow coming from her face. It was a look of pure, radiant joy that I had rarely seen there before, and it made my heart soar.

"Mom, you look amazing," I stammered, stepping towards her. My words couldn't possibly do her justice, and I knew it. And, I think, so did she.

"Thanks, Jack," she said softly, dipping her head to me, her veil bobbing gently. "Are you ready for this?"

I laughed. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"I've been waiting for this for so long, Jack, I can't believe it's finally happening," she told me. She rested her hand on my arm. "Thank you. For everything," she said, and she stepped up and kissed my cheek.

I smiled at her, crooked my arm and let her thread hers through it, just like I'd done a hundred times today. I turned and squared us up at the entrance to the wedding venue. I could see the crowd turn as we stepped into sight, a gasp as they saw Mom for the first time. The spotlight hit us just as the first notes of Here Comes the Bride began.

I took a deep breath, and we took the first steps of the rest of our lives together into Vespers, towards the stage where Solomon Sinclair and the rest of our new family were waiting for us.

* * *

Thursday Night, July 14, 1983

Lorenzi Park, Las Vegas

Lorenzi Park is one of the oldest public parks in Las Vegas. In 1912, David Lorenzi, a Frenchman, purchased eighty acres of land, which opened as Lorenzi's Lake Park in 1926. In the 40s, the property was sold, and it became the Twin Lakes Lodge. In the 50s, it was home to many of the scientists who were working on nuclear tests at the Nevada Test Site, and it was also the Las Vegas residence of thousands of couples who moved there temporarily to establish residence to get quick divorces.

The City bought the property in 1965, and it was converted back into a family park. Winston Chesterfield had come here many times to watch Sheba Sinclair play as she was growing up.

Tonight, it would play host to one of the most important meetings of his life. He had no idea at the time how important it was, but thinking back on it, he realized that everything that had gone wrong since stemmed from that meeting.

The yellow sheet of paper in his office, left by a mysterious visitor, said simply "Lorenzi Park, alone, nine PM."

He knew what it meant. He was being summoned.

When Winston arrived at eight thirty, half an hour early to give himself time to find a spot to sit and prepare mentally for the meeting, he was surprised to find Jimmy 'The Chin' Catena waiting for him. The Chin was never early for anything.

This was a bad sign.

The Chin was seated on a bench facing the two lakes that formed the center of the park. The park was closed, but there was sufficient light from a variety of streetlamps so that Winston could see the outline of The Chin's lumpy body from the parking lot.

Normally, anybody sitting in the park this late would get rousted by police. But the Las Vegas police weren't the sex police, and none of them were dumb enough to interrupt two older men having a quiet meeting in the center of the park when one of them looked as obviously mafioso as The Chin did. This was about as private a meeting as they could get, in an area very difficult to bug. Winston realized the Mob appeared to be as worried about hidden microphones as was.

"Winnie! I see you got my note," The Chin said, gesturing to the park bench beside him. "Have a seat. Let's chat."

Winston said nothing. He took his seat and sat in silence. He had spent most of the day, since receiving the summons, trying to figure out how he was going to handle this meeting. He still wasn't completely sure what he wanted to say or achieve, and he wasn't even sure what The Chin was going to tell him.

All he knew was that he was walking a very fine, very dangerous line.

"You seen the papers?" The Chin began with a little laugh. "Who am I kidding? Of course you have. I mean, since you're the one who fed it to 'em," he said. Winston started to object, but The Chin raised his hand for silence. "I don't need to hear no excuses, Winnie. I'm not stupid. Only somebody in your meeting could have told Weissman all that detail, and I've already talked to Wynnman and Hemingway, and my colleagues have talked to everybody else. Nobody fessed up. Hell, Frank Boyd said it was probably you. So don't bother trying to deny it."

Winston seethed inside. Frank Boyd was trying to cover his ass, because he knew full well that the Romano kid was the leak. But who was going to believe a twenty-year-old prodigy was leaking to Weissman? NARC was Winston's baby, it was his hotel, his meeting, and so he was left holding the bag.

So be it. He took a deep breath and let The Chin continue.

"I don't give a shit what your 'little bird' thinks," The Chin told him. "I don't care if I get arrested. I done time before. The Feds think they got us because they got a couple guys to turn, but in the end, we been through this before and we beat it. We'll beat this."

"That's not what I hear, Jimmy," Winston said, finally speaking up. "The Feds are serious this time. They've been rolling up people for weeks in preparation for these indictments. How can you be so sure this isn't the big one?"

The Chin turned to look at Winston. He was trying to play it cool, trying to look like he was in charge, but Winston didn't get to where he was -- one of the youngest casino moguls in Vegas history, a CEO for close to fifteen years -- without learning how to read people. The Chin was talking big, but he was scared. There was a twitch in the muscles below his left eye, and a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. It had been a hot day, but it was twenty degrees cooler now that the sun was down and there was a breeze blowing. It wasn't the temperature making The Chin sweat.

"I told you, Winnie. I don't give a shit what you think. We ain't goin' nowhere. And if you think you can push us out, think again," he growled.

Winston shrugged. "What do you want from me, Jimmy?"

"I want you to shut the fuck up," The Chin said. "I want you to stop talking to the press. I want you to keep doing what you've been doing since you got here -- do your fucking job! Keep the skim going, keep your mouth shut and we won't have to remind you who actually runs this town, understand?"

Something inside Winston snapped. He'd been a good soldier, a loyal soldier, for decades. He'd never missed a payment, never rejected a favor or a request, and he had always kept his mouth shut, no matter what The Chin thought. That they'd accuse him of being a rat with no proof but the word of a corporate asshole was bad enough. But the naked threat? To him? This was a step too far. He saw red and his heart began to thump.

Deep down, though, Winston knew the rage he was feeling was partially fueled by shame.

Winston's loyalties had, in fact, been wavering for a while. He was tired of losing money because of the Mob. He was tired of taking orders from people who didn't give a shit about him or about whether his hotel made money as long as they got their cut. And he would never forgive them for stealing Elvis from him back in '69. He should have been in the history books for that, but thanks to them the chapter he felt he'd earned was now just a footnote. He recalled them threatening him back then, threatening his young daughter, and here they were doing it again. He'd had enough.

He turned on The Chin and spoke softly. "Don't you threaten me again, Jimmy. I'm warning you--"

The Chin laughed in his face. "Warning me? You're warning me? Let me make things clear to you, you stupid fuck -- if you even think about ratting us out, to the Feds or that kike newspaperman or anybody else, we will make you regret it. You think we don't know about you? Don't know about you banging your staff and paying them off to keep quiet? Don't know about that secret daughter of yours? Your grandson? Congrats on that by the way. He looks just like you, except he's browner than my shit. I wonder what your wife would think, Winnie. I mean, really."

The Chin shook his head. Then he said, in such a quiet tone that Winnie had to lean closer to hear him. "And I wonder what you'd do if something happened to them?"

Winston stood up angrily. How dare this fat tub of shit threaten his family! Winston acted without thinking. He drew his arm back and was about to throw a punch when he heard the sound of a pistol cocking. The Chin had a tiny, snub-nosed revolver in his fat hand, the blued steel dark and ominous in the reflected light from the nearest streetlamp. Winnie stopped in mid-swing, his arm hanging in the air.

"Put your arms down, Winnie. You look like a stunned seagull," The Chin told him. He kept the gun on Winston as Chesterfield complied.

Winston was shaking with rage. "I've been loyal, Jimmy. I've done everything asked of me. I haven't ratted you or anybody else out, whatever the fuck Frank Boyd says, and I haven't talked to the Feds or anybody else. Don't you fucking come here and act like I've not been your biggest asset for the last twenty years! I've made you so much fucking money, and this is how you treat me? Threatening me? Threatening my family? Fuck you, Jimmy! Fuck you!" he snarled.

And then he walked away.

It was the bravest thing he'd ever done, turning his back on Jimmy the Chin. He could feel the muscles in his back itching. He was waiting for the shot, waiting for the bullet to tear through his skin, waiting for the resounding echo that would be the last thing he'd ever hear. But it didn't come. He didn't look back. He walked straight to his car, climbed in and turned the motor over.

Suddenly, Winston realized he'd been followed. The Chin loomed over him on the driver's side of the car. When he rapped the barrel of his gun against the window, Winston nearly shit his pants. He rolled the window down, and The Chin stuck his face up close to Winston's.

"You say you ain't the leak, fine. You fucking find out who is, and you tell me. Understand? I'll give you a week. The indictments are coming at the end of July, so you got a week. That's it. If I don't hear from you... well, we both know what that means."

Winston nodded stiffly and rolled the window back up.

He sat in the car alone for a few minutes, as The Chin disappeared into the gloom. Winnie's fingers shook as he pulled a cigarette from a pack in his suit jacket, which he lit with an Oasis branded Zippo lighter that took him four or five tries to ignite. He inhaled the smoke deeply, letting the nicotine calm him down, before he put the Cadillac into gear and pulled out of the lot.

He felt the tremors from the adrenaline pouring through his veins as he drove back to the Oasis. The meeting had gone worse than he expected. His mind played over their conversation again and again, trying to memorize every word.

Too far. The Chin had gone too far. Winnie knew he was sitting on enough evidence to bury The Chin -- the books for the hotel itself would be enough to earn every mobster up the chain decades in prison. Winnie had kept two sets, one that was for public consumption and one that was real, with the skim and all the other money he'd paid the Mob over the years tracked down to the penny. He had every receipt, going back decades. He never threw anything business related away. All he had to do was hand all those records over to the local U. S. Attorney and he could help them roll up the entire crew.

Most of the other casino moguls had the same insurance policy for the mobsters they worked with, too. It was the Vegas equivalent of Mutually Assured Destruction. The Mob could use whatever violence they wanted, but the moguls had the power to strike back if they were pushed too far.

Winston finished his cigarette, which he used to light a second one, and then tossed the first butt out the window. He was calmer now, but he knew he was living on the edge. If he did go to the Feds, he'd have to find a way to get Sheba, her husband and his grandson away from Vegas, somewhere safe. He had no idea how he was going to do that, but he knew he would have to figure it out.

And he had a week to do it. Even if he did what The Chin asked, he knew this week was going to be it. He could give The Chin Romano tomorrow, if he chose to. He knew the kid had to be the leak -- there was nobody else. He'd have lunch with the kid in the next few days and feel him out, then decide when his head was clear on a path forward.

He'd almost made up his mind -- he'd had just about enough of eating shit from the Mob, and the meeting today was the final straw. If Weissman and Romano were working together, he wouldn't be alone if he decided to throw caution to the wind and take on the Mob directly. Could he trust them?

In any event, he knew this wasn't a decision he should make tonight, while he was angry. Too many people were impacted by it.

Was he scared? Sure. Oddly, though, he wasn't scared for himself. He knew his official family was well provided for if something happened to them, and they were far away in Virginia, well outside the Mob's influence. Family was usually off-limits anyway, but he'd never told anyone Sheba was his daughter, so the Mob could hit her without breaking their own rules. He was scared for her and his grandson.

More than anything, though, he was tired. Tired of the lying, the cheating, the skimming. He was tired of living a lie, afraid to acknowledge his eldest daughter for fear of what would happen to her if he stepped out of line. He was tired of living with this ticking time bomb of crime in his lap, especially now that the Feds were breathing down the Mob's neck. He knew he didn't have clean hands, not remotely. Hell, the only thing keeping him from ending up on the receiving end of a racketeering conspiracy charge might be cutting a deal with the Feds while they had bigger fish to fry.

It was something to think about. He had a lot to think about. What he didn't have a lot of was time. One week. One week to decide his entire future and the future of his family and his business. Because he knew full well what was going to happen if he gave The Chin Romano's name. All hell would break loose. You don't corner a wild animal, and the Mob was cornered right now. There was no telling what they'd do.

Winnie wasn't sure what to do, or who to trust. But one thing, though, he felt sure about.

The Vegas he knew, the mobbed-up Vegas he grew up in, was ending. A new one was being born.

And he had one week to decide what role he wanted to play in its birth.

* * *

Sunday Morning, June 6, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

It was a beautiful ceremony. Eva and Avery cried, the Princesses cried, even Vice President Stone cried. Mom and Sol together sharing their vows with the Governor beaming happily as he pronounced them man and wife was an image I'd take with me to the grave.

The wedding party changed before the reception into more evening appropriate gear -- at least, the men did. We ended up in regular tuxedos, and I left the morning dress in a crumpled pile on the cuck chair in my bedroom.

The reception was almost as wild as I expected it to be, although no actual orgies broke out. The wedding guests had left Vespers temporarily, heading upstairs to a brief cocktail reception in the conference area while the production staff removed the pews and greenery, and turned Vespers back into a nightclub -- mostly. There were tables added to the bottle service seating, with a handful of head tables for family and VIPs on the stage, and more overflow tables set up along the dance floor.

Once dinner was complete, the tables were all removed, and the party started in earnest. It could have been an ordinary night in Vespers, except everybody was in tuxedos, dark suits and ball gowns -- at least at the beginning.

The sex nooks and bottle service areas all got plenty of use that night. Eva, Avery and I danced the night away. We spent hours enjoying ourselves with the rest of the wedding guests. I saw at least one pair of Hollywood A-listers emerge from one of the bathrooms, and I knew neither of them was married to the other. I saw Lionel dirty dancing with Gabby and Sunny, his girlfriends, and I laughed as I walked in on Zoey Starlight and Molly Ross fucking in one of the sex nooks. Those two were inseparable these days.

The party lasted late into the night, and it was just after midnight when I got a tap on the shoulder from one of the security staff that my presence was being requested by the bride and groom upstairs in their apartments.

"I've been told to ask you to bring Eva and Avery as well, please," the staffer shouted, doing her best to be heard over the music that was blasting from the speakers that surrounded the dance floor.

I grabbed the girls, who had been slow dancing together in a quiet corner and bundled them off to the elevators. I untied my tie and loosened the top button of my shirt, giving Eva another James Bond impersonation that I knew she appreciated.

"Is the party over?" Eva asked breathlessly as the doors closed on us, and we headed upstairs to the Penthouse.

I smirked at her. "Knowing Mom, the party is just getting started, my dear," I told her.

"Who else is going to be up there?" Avery asked.

I shook my head. "No idea. But I assume it's just family. That strikes me as something Mom would want after the wedding."

"Won't she and Sol want to spend the night together? Alone? Their first night married?" Eva asked.

Avery and I both laughed at the same time. Avery grinned at Eva. "Are you kidding?"

I just shook my head. Eva raised her hands and mouthed "What?" at me.

She still had a lot to learn about this family.

The doors to the elevator opened and we turned left and headed down to Apartment #1.

The door opened just as we got there, and Nyla stepped out. She gave a squeal and jumped into my arms.

"Bout time you got here, lil' bro," she said, laughing. "I've been waiting a half an hour to call you that! Mom said we couldn't get started 'til everyone was here." She kissed me directly on the mouth, a kiss I could feel all the way down to my toes.

"Hey, what about us?" Avery said, her hands on her hips, cocking her head. Nyla laughed and gave Avery a much longer kiss than she gave me and then ended her extended greeting by kissing Eva as well. She took Avery and I by the hand, and I grabbed Eva's as Nyla dragged all three of us into Mom's apartments.

"I can't believe it," Nyla gushed again. "We're all related! And to think I hated your guts when you first got here!" She said to me, laughing.

Avery and Eva giggled at me, and I frowned at them. "Uh, I'm pretty sure we all hated you two before you got here, too," I told them.

"That's because you didn't know us well enough yet," Eva said, touching me softly on the chest. "Aren't you glad you didn't let first impressions become lasting impressions?"

"Girl, that should be this family's damn motto," Miles said, walking up to the four of us. He wrapped me in a big hug. "Damn, I never had a brother. This feels weird," he told me.

"I haven't ever had any siblings, Miles, so it's doubly weird for me!" I retorted, shaking my head.

"Well, now you've got a stepsister, a stepbrother, and a brother-in-law," Mikey said, stepping up besides Miles. "And if you count Avery and Eva, that's six of us kids all together," he noted.

"I believe they refer to that as a sextuplet," Eva said, nodding.

"Emphasis on the sex, amirite?" Nyla said, laughing. "But I hate to burst your bubble, there's actually seven of us. Lucy's in the closet getting changed." I winced a bit at Nyla's crass joke and looked over at Avery to see if the casual incest reference bothered her, but she was all smiles. We'd been together months now and we'd done quite a few things that had skirted the edge of her boundaries, and she'd handled it all pretty well.

But that was then and this was now. Tonight would be a far bigger test, in my view, because if I knew my mother, she had called us all up here to consummate her marriage. How we all did that, I could only begin to speculate, but it would probably involve a lot of naked people on a very large bed.

Now, I wasn't going to cross the red line I'd set with Mom, but the chances were this would end up being the orgy I thought the reception might turn out to be.

Mom and Sol's apartments were the largest in the hotel, and Mom had tastefully decorated them in her old style. And by old, I mean the style she had been fond of before she'd gone from staid, high powered corporate attorney to snow bunny super-slut. I guess her newfound sexual liberation hadn't resulted in any major changes to her core aesthetic taste in furniture and home décor, even if it had drastically altered her clothing choices. It hit me that this was the first time I'd been in her apartments in months. We usually met elsewhere in the hotel, most often in the office.

The entire family was now present, except for Sol and Mom. Nyla was in her purple velvet tracksuit, the one she invariably wore when she was lounging around the hotel. Miles and Mikey were still in their tuxes, but they'd taken their ties and jackets off and had laid them on one of the bar chairs in the kitchen.

"You two are wearing far too many clothes," Nyla said to Avery and Eva. "Come with me," she added, and she pulled the two of them into the very spacious walk-in closet that replaced the second bedroom in Mom's apartments.

I walked over to the bar, took off my jacket and threw it on top of Miles' and Mikey's, and poured myself a finger of Lagavulin from Sol's scotch decanter.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat," I told them, settling down onto the couch and putting my feet up. It felt good to finally not be standing after the last twelve hours.

"You better get your second wind, bro," Miles said, flopping down on the couch beside me. "You know why we're all here, right?"

"I suppose so, but I'm not sure how this is all going to work out," I told him.

"Dicks go in holes, Jack," he laughed. "I'm pretty sure you know how to do that," he added with a half-grin.

I rolled my eyes. "Obvi, but we've got a weird mix of people here, Miles. You're gay, Mikey is gay. Mikey, have you ever been with a woman before? Do you even want to be with one? And I know Lucy has played with men before, but I know she prefers women."

Mikey shrugged. "I've never been with a woman before but it's not like I haven't thought about it. It was just something I never got around to," he said. "Not that I didn't have the chance, but I just never did it. I don't have anything against it, really. If there's one thing being married to Miles has taught me, it's to be open-minded."

I appreciated the sentiment. I had said similar things to Avery when she'd been judgmental about the things Mom and I had done, and the things her mother had wanted to do with me. I was pleased to see Mikey sharing the family philosophy.

"Besides, there's plenty of cock here to go around," he said, smiling at me. I smiled back. Mikey was a good-looking guy, very Italian, and while I'd been with Sol and Miles, I'd never been with him. I don't think he'd been with Sol before, either, so he was going to be in for a shock when Sol took his pants off.

"Is Jack prating on again about being open minded?" Eva asked, as she, Avery, Nyla and Lucy emerged from Mom's closet.

"Funny you'd say that, as the four of you come out of the closet," I joked.

"Har har, boy," Nyla said, crossing the room before flinging herself down on the couch on the other side of me, then throwing her legs over mine.

The four ladies had swapped out of their clothes, and all four were now wearing the comfy white cotton robes the Elysium was known for, with the stylized 'S' Sinclair Group logo on the left breast. It was also clear that none of them were wearing anything underneath.

"So, where are the bride and groom?" I asked pointedly. "Did they already go to bed?"

"We're right here," I heard Mom say from behind us, as the door to her and Sol's bedroom opened.

She was nude, save for a black leather choker around her neck with the word "Bride" picked out in silver block letters. I sucked in a deep breath, remembering my fears she'd arrive dressed just like this for the wedding. I did my best not to laugh, because I didn't want to spoil the mood.

While I was struggling to contain my own weird sense of humor, Sol stepped out from behind her, and he was also nude, without any additional adornment. His large black cock hung down between his legs, and I could see Mikey's jaw drop when he saw it.

For a couple who were on the cusp of turning fifty, Mom and Sol looked amazing. Mom's body was still tight, her breasts were spectacular, larger than all the women in the room, even Avery and Lucy, both of whom had their pictures in the dictionary beside the word "busty." She had clearly continued her breast enhancement therapy. Sol's body was fit and strong, and unlike me, he hadn't lost his abs or the v taper that led from them down to his pubic mound. He was completely hairless, which I had always found sexy in men.

"I don't think it's any secret that our family is a lot... closer than most, " Sol began. "Emily and I wanted all of you to know how much it means to the both of us that we could all be together today. I know things have been rough lately," he continued. "But I think we've turned the corner. Miles and Michael are back from their brief exile to the South Pacific," he added, nodding in their direction. "And we've welcomed Avery, Eva and Lucy to the family. I don't know when Nyla plans on making an honest woman of you," he said looking at Lucy and grinning, "but you've always felt like part of the family to me, Lucy."

Lucy smiled back at him and murmured thanks, as she dipped her head in acknowledgment.

"As for you three," Sol sighed as he looked at the me and my girls. "Unless Nevada follows Utah's lead -- and who knows, maybe we will -- you'll have to wait a bit longer if you plan on the three of you getting married. But in the meantime, while Jack is now officially my stepson, I'm going to treat the pair of you like you were my own daughters, and I know Emily will as well," he said.

"Okay, that's enough pontificating, my love," Mom said to Sol, stepping up and resting her hand on his arm. "Mommy needs some loving," she added, turning his face to hers and giving him a warm kiss. Her hand dropped down to his cock, and this was apparently the signal for the rest of the room to start getting busy.

Avery, Eva, Lucy and Nyla unbelted their white robes and let them fall from their shoulders. Nyla was still sitting next to me with her legs over mine, so she stood up to take her robe off and tossed it casually across the room. Avery giggled and threw hers as well, and soon all the women in the room were naked. I felt my cock twitch in my pants at the sight.

Five gorgeous women, naked. One amazing looking man, getting his cock rubbed.

By my mother.

"Boys, you are way too overdressed for this party," Mom said, breaking off her kiss with Sol and gesturing at us. "Ladies, can you help the guys get more comfortable?"

"You don't have to ask us twice, Mommy," Eva said, and I could tell she relished using the word 'Mommy' to refer to Emily. I looked again at Avery, but if it bothered her, she was hiding it amazingly well.

Miles and Mikey began to help each other get undressed, and Nyla stepped over to assist the two men. Lucy stood back and watched, dividing her attention between Nyla, who was gently kissing the back of her brother's neck, and Sol and Mom, who were passionately necking, as Sol's cock began to rise under my mother's ministrations.

Eva and Avery stepped over to me. I tugged my shoes off as Eva unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down. Avery focused on my top, taking off my tie, my cummerbund and pulling my suspenders off my shoulders, before unbuttoning my shirt and peeling it off. My pants came down slowly, and soon my cock had sprung free, already half-hard just from the anticipation of what was about to happen.

Avery threw my clothes onto a pile that included what was left of Miles and Mikey's tuxes, as well as a few of the women's robes. I pulled my undershirt off and tossed it, while Avery began to kiss my neck, her hands reaching around to tweak my nipples as I felt hers dig into my back.

She began to kiss my cheek, and I took advantage of how close she was to me to ask her if she was okay with what was happening.

"Tonight's a special occasion," she whispered back. "It's Sol and Emily's night. Whether I like it or not, this is something this family does, and I want to be a part of this family. So, I'm going to pretend we're all just friends having a good time. And it will help if you don't remind me about it anymore, understand?"

I nodded. If that's what she needed to get through the night and enjoy herself, it was fine by me. Then I felt her nails dig into my chest until I gasped. "That does not mean you can do whatever your mother wants, though, got it? You know where the line is. Do what you want with her, but don't cross that line, Jack. For my sake, okay?"

"Yes!" I said, nodding my head vigorously. Avery's nails were a lot sharper than I remembered, and I could see where she'd left marks on my skin. She made it up to me by kissing down my neck and back, and then I forgot all about my chest because Eva took my cock into her mouth and began to suck.

I looked over and saw Nyla and her brother kissing, while Mikey rubbed his husband's cock and Lucy kissed her girlfriend's neck. It had been a long time, months even, since the last time I'd seen Nyla and Miles together, and it was an instant turn on. My cock got even harder, and I knew Eva could tell, because I saw her eyes widen as she looked over to see what I had been watching.

Mom had dropped to her knees and was lovingly stroking and kissing Sol's massive black cock, which was now fully erect. It struck me that tonight would be the first time Eva was with either of my parents, and potentially tonight would be the first time Avery would get a taste and a feel for my stepfather's cock. She'd heard me and Nyla wax poetic about it on more than one occasion, and she'd seen it in action, but she'd never touched it herself.

I hoped that was going to change. Now, if you've read the rest of these memoirs, you know that I'm no cuck, and that I struggled for a long time with the idea of Avery being with another man. I was largely over it at this point, and I'd enjoyed watching as Prince Edward and Avery had fucked after the state dinner a few months ago. But even before that happened, I'd fantasized about Avery and Sol together -- he was the one man I couldn't really be jealous of.

He'd shared his family with me, so it was only fair that I'd share mine with him. He was, after all, married to my mother now. For some reason, it never struck me as odd or uncomfortable to imagine him with Avery or Eva. And Eva had told Avery and I many times, during pillow talk and during regular conversation, that she had the hots for Mom and Sol.

I decided there was no time like the present, so I reached down and pulled Eva up off her knees and took her by the hand. She stood up and kissed me, and then I felt Avery's face over my shoulder as she leaned in to kiss Eva, too. I turned, wrapping my left arm around Eva and my right around Avery, and I steered them over to where Mom and Sol were playing, still just a few steps from the entrance to their bedroom.

Mom saw us approaching and took Sol's rod out of her mouth. She smiled at us.

"Sol, these two ladies are big fans of yours, and they've never had a chance to see your cock in person," I told him. "Would you mind fucking them while Mom and I watch?"

Eva gasped at the directness of my request, and I felt her tense up just slightly, holding her breath and waiting for his answer. Avery just grinned, and then licked her lips, her eyes focused on Sol's penis.

Sol smiled at me and looked at Eva and Avery appraisingly. "It would be my pleasure. Emily, do you mind?"

"Not at all," she purred, standing up. "Jack can keep me company while we watch the three of you," she said, taking my hand. Avery gave me a brief look. I did my best not to show any irritation. I knew where the line was, and I wasn't going to cross it. I did my best to convey that silently to Avery. I think she understood, because she turned away and let Sol lead her and Eva into the bedroom without another word.

I turned to look at the others and saw that Miles and Mikey were being blown by Lucy and Nyla, their heads thrown back and their eyes closed. Part of me wanted to stay and watch this sexy scene between the siblings, but I had been waiting for what was about to happen in the bedroom for months now and I knew there was only one first time for all this. That was where I wanted to be.

Mom rested her head on my shoulder for a few seconds as we watched Sol lay Eva and Avery on the massive bed that took up most of Mom's master suite.

"Don't worry, Jack," she told me. "I'm not going to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do," she said. I turned and looked at her down at her. It was hard looking her in the eyes and not letting them stray down farther to her huge, pierced tits. But I somehow managed the feat.

"I know, Mom. And I want you to know how much I love you and how much I hope you've enjoyed today. I'm willing to go right up to the line, just for tonight," I murmured to her, just loud enough that she could hear me.

"Really?" She said, looking up at me, her eyes filled with hope. "Avery?"

"She's okay with it. Just for tonight," I assured her.

"Thank you, Jack!" She hopped up and kissed me and before I knew it, I felt her hand on my cock, and she began to tug me forward into the room.

Mom directed me over to the cuck chair in their bedroom, which was conveniently already pointed towards the bed. I sat down, and she placed herself gingerly on my lap, never letting go of my cock, which she stroked lovingly as we watched the scene on the bed begin to unfold.

I don't know if Sol had asked, if the girls had drawn straws or what, but it was clear that Avery was going to be the first to feel Sol's cock. The sexual anticipation hung heavy in the room. Mom had already gotten Sol's dick wet with her mouth, and Sol was fully erect, ready to fuck. Part of me wanted to taste him, too, but I was honestly more interested in letting the girls have their turn with him.

Eva climbed on the bed, sitting up straight, her breasts bouncing slightly as she positioned herself in the center, grabbing a few pillows to prop herself up. She spread her legs and Avery crawled between them, turned around and scooted back so that her back was resting on Eva's legs and pussy. Eva could kiss Avery's neck, which she proceeded to do, and with both arms she reached around and grabbed two handfuls of Avery's tits.

Avery spread her legs, her fingers straying down as she rubbed her clit, getting herself ready for Sol's cock. Sol waited, standing at the end of the bed, his cock sticking straight out, pointing directly at Avery and Eva. It was an amazing sight, and I soaked it all in. I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from the tip of my cock. I felt Mom's finger scoop it up, and she brought it to her mouth, savoring it.

"I forgot how good you taste, baby," she told me, licking her finger and then giggling.

I gave her a half-grin, but my attention was focused on the action in front of me.

Avery crooked her finger at Sol, inviting him to fuck her. He climbed up onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees before her. He lowered himself slowly, his cock head heading straight for Avery's opening.

It was about to happen. Sol was about to fuck Avery. I saw his cock loom ever closer to her pussy lips, and soon I saw him bury the head of his cock into her. Avery moaned, which caused Eva to moan, and I saw Eva begin to pinch and tug at Avery's nipples, as Sol slid his cock into her slowly, gingerly, a little bit at a time until he had bottomed out in her.

"Oh!" Avery cried out, a look of pure pleasure on her face. "I'm so full... holy shit, Sol... you're so big!"

I heard Mom let out a small moan, and I looked to see that with her free hand she'd begun pumping two fingers into her pussy. I reached up and pulled her closer to me, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, feeling the tang of the metal ring and nibbling gently. Mom squealed with delight, and I felt her hand begin to pump my cock harder.

Sol pulled out almost completely, before burying his cock in Avery's pussy a second time. They had soon worked up a solid rhythm, Sol's cock hammering into Avery, withdrawing almost completely and then sliding back in, to the hilt.

"Fuck me, Sol! I need to feel your big black cock in my pussy! Make me your slut, Sol! Just like you made Emily your slut! Fuck me! Then fuck Eva! I want to see you ream her pussy with your fat dick!"

Mom grinned. She loved the dirty talk.

"Give it to her Sol," Mom said, leaning forward to urge him on. "Fuck the shit out of her. Every woman in this family is a fucking slut, and we all want to be your slut, Sol! Fuck Avery, baby! It's our wedding night and I want to see you fuck every woman here! Fuck Avery, then fuck Eva, and then I want you to fuck..." she cut herself off before the words "your daughter" left her mouth, and I said a silent thank you that she'd not gone there. I didn't want anything to spoil what Avery was feeling right now. "... me! Fuck me hard, fuck all of my holes, show everyone that I'm yours!"

Her grip on my cock tightened, and I could see that her words were having an effect on both Avery and Eva.

Sol continued to fuck Avery for a few more minutes until Avery put her hand on his chest and told him to stop. "Eva's turn!" she said, gasping with effort. A thin sheen of sweat had formed on her forehead, and I could see her chest heaving.

The two women swapped positions, Avery behind Eva now, and Eva spread her legs as wide as she could. Sol lined his cock up again, the big black rod glistening with Avery's juices, and he slowly pushed his head into her. Eva let out a long moan, and Avery grinned at her and began to kiss and stroke her neck, whispering into her ear and making Eva moan even louder. Sol wasted no time, going much faster than he had with Avery in the beginning.

Mom climbed off my lap, her fingers still pumping in and out of her pussy, and she got between my knees. Before I knew it, her mouth was on my cock. I froze for a second as Avery turned to look at us, her eyes getting wide. She'd seen Mom sucking my cock before -- that indiscretion is what brought us together, after all -- but this time felt different.

A split second after I saw her eyes widen, they narrowed, and a look of raw lust came over her face. And then she did something I never thought would ever happen.

She started to urge Mom on.

"Suck Jack's cock, Emily," she cooed. "I've been sucking his cock almost every day for months now. It's tastes so good, doesn't it? Make him feel good, Em," she begged, and I could see one of her hands sliding down between her legs to rub her clit. While Eva had focused on Sol's cock going in and out of Avery as he fucked her, Avery had almost forgotten that Sol was fucking her girlfriend right in front of her. Her eyes were locked on mine, as she continued to talk dirty to my mother while Mom sucked my cock.

"Oh God, I can't take much more of this--" I said. That was supposed to be a signal for Mom to stop sucking, but she didn't. If anything, she sucked harder.

Avery continued to cheer her on. "That's it, Mom! Suck that cock! Make him cum! Don't swallow his jizz before you share it with me!" she said breathlessly.

Sol was giving Eva the fucking of her life, pounding her as hard as I ever had, and she was shrieking with delight. She hadn't gotten the dirty talking bug yet from Avery and Mom, but it didn't matter -- she was making so many sexy noises as Sol's cock reamed her pussy that it helped push me over the edge.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming--" I said, and I about swallowed my own tongue as one of the biggest orgasms of my life hit me. I closed my eyes and just focused on the feeling, letting the pleasure rise up from my balls, cascade down my legs and the feeling of my cum spurting out the tip of my dick overwhelmed the rest of my senses, and I lost track of everything going on around me.

It was almost like I'd fallen unconscious for a few seconds, that's how good it felt.

When I finally came back to myself, Mom had gotten up and crossed over to the bed, and I could see she was swapping my cum into Avery's mouth, the two of them kissing deeply. Sol had started to signal he was ready for a new partner, and I watched as Mom climbed up on the bed, presenting her ass to Sol, who immediately slid his cock right in. I knew Mom often wore a butt plug, so her ass was more than trained for sex and there was enough lubrication on Sol's cock from Eva and Avery's pussies that it slid in without difficulty.

Mom screamed loudly, then demanded one of the girls give her a pussy to lick. Avery complied, and as she spread her pussy lips open for Mom's mouth, Eva climbed up and lowered herself onto Avery's face. The image of Sol fucking my mother in the ass, while in a daisy-chain of oral sex with my girlfriends is an image I have never forgotten.

I noticed the room had suddenly gotten brighter, so I turned and looked at the door.

Mom's scream had summoned Lucy, Nyla, Miles and Mikey. They came into the room and were standing there, watching the show. Miles and Mikey were no longer hard, which made me think they'd both gotten off. I doubted any of us had enough for a second round -- it had been a very, very long day, and I was completely sated.

But Sol was still going, and Nyla and Lucy climbed up on the bed to get a closer look as he fucked my mother for the first time as man and wife. He had withdrawn his cock from her ass and had slid it into her pussy, and was fucking her just as hard as he'd been fucking Avery just a few minutes before.

The only thing keeping Mom from issuing a torrent of dirty talk was Avery's clit in her mouth, and I was almost disappointed to not get to hear her narrate this scene before us. Nyla kissed her father deeply, and Lucy climbed up on the bed, moved over to where Eva was perched above Avery's face, and began to suck on her tits. Eva groaned loudly, and I could tell she was enjoying herself.

Sol grunted, and Nyla stopped kissing him long enough for him to growl he was about to cum. I watched as all the women climbed off the bed, got down on their knees, and begged Sol to cum over their faces in turn. Sol stroked his cock roughly as he hopped off the bed, and I heard him start to gasp.

Rope after rope of thick cream began spurting from his cock, hitting Eva, Avery and Mom in the face. Nyla and Lucy were just outside of his range, unfortunately for them. After the fourth or fifth spurt, he was spent. He shook his cock, milking every last drop as Mom, Avery and Eva began to kiss and lick each other, swapping the remains of my cum and the fresh load from Sol between each other. They brought Nyla and Lucy into the mix, and all five women got a taste of our jizz.

The women cleaning each other up, and they stood up together, hugging, teasing and giggling to each other like sorority sisters. It wasn't long before the giggling stopped, and the serious sounds of five ladies determined to get off began to fill the room. Us four guys stood back and watched the show.

And put on a show, they did. I was spent, as were the other three men, but the girls were still revved up. Despite the dicking from Sol Mom, Avery and Eva had all received, none of them had cum yet. I knew it wouldn't be long before that situation was rectified.

Before we knew it, the girls had raided Mom's nightstand, and Lucy and Nyla had found big black rubber cocks and strap on harnesses, which they put on. In almost no time, Mom and Avery were being fucked by Nyla and Lucy, while Eva took turns sampling each woman's oral skills, lowering her pussy first to Mom and then to Avery, giving both a chance to taste her clit.

I felt some stirring in my crotch at the sight, but I was exhausted, and I knew the other guys were too. We enjoyed watching as the women pleasured each other, and the sounds of loud female orgasms echoed off the walls of the bedroom. The five women were a writing mass of limbs and breasts, fake cocks, tongues and fingers, and it wasn't long before all five of them were as exhausted and satisfied as they'd left the four of us men.

It was crowded, but the bed in Mom's room was one of the biggest I'd ever seen, and Mom demanded that we all climb up together for one last big group grope. She and Sol were in the center, with the rest of us crowded against them like spoons in the silverware tray.

We hugged and kissed and caressed each other for another ten or fifteen minutes until it was clear the sex was truly over. I don't remember who got up first, but after a little while all the various couples began to make their way back to their own rooms.

Another ten minutes, and it was just Sol, Mom, Avery, Eva and I left. We all got off the bed, and I started collecting clothes.

"Thanks, you three," Mom said, stroking Avery's face and then giving Eva a quick peck on the cheek. "It meant a lot getting to play with all of you tonight. And Avery... thanks," she said.

She didn't go into detail about what she was thanking Avery for, and she didn't have to. We all knew. Avery stepped over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Sinclair," Avery said, as she stepped away, that mischievous smile of hers I had fallen in love with many months ago beaming at Mom.

Mom laughed at that. "Honestly, I don't know if I'm going to change my name," Mom told us. "You guys won't believe this, but we've never really talked about it, have we, Sol?"

Sol smiled politely and shook his head. "Not that I can recall. I thought it might be a touchy subject, so I left it alone."

Mom pondered the question for a few moments and then agreed with him. "It is. I'll need to think about it. I love being Mrs. Sinclair, but I don't know if I'm ready to be called Mrs. Sinclair. Not yet," she said. "Does that make any sense?"

Sol laughed. "As long as it makes sense to you, it doesn't matter what any of the rest of us think," he told her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

"Congrats, you two," I told them, wrapping both of them in a hug. "I think it's time we let you both enjoy some alone time."

Mom and Sol looked into each other's eyes, and I could see the love there. It warmed my heart. It made me want to squeeze Avery and Eva again, so I did.

After a few more pleasantries, Sol opened the door to the apartments for us, and Avery, Eva and I, still naked, did our proud walk of shame down the hallway, past an amused security guard and back to our apartments on the other side of the Penthouse.

We collapsed into bed and fell asleep holding each other tight.

It had finally happened. Mom and Sol were married. This journey that had started seven months ago had finally reached an end. And a beginning.

For the first time in a long time, I felt like everything was going to be okay.

What a naïve idiot I was.