Life in the Oasis Ch. 08

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 enjoy the sex scenes, so don't let the size of this series intimidate you. You are welcome to start here and go back later or simply read the parts you like. 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!

As I noted two weeks ago, our publishing schedule is likely going to be slower over the summer than it was during the rest of the year, so expect a new chapter every two weeks or so.

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Monday morning, July 25, 1983

Yavapai Community Hospital, Prescott, Arizona

Victor Romano stared at the ceiling, counting the little dots and crevices in the drop tiles. His present thoughts were muddled. His photographic memory allowed him to relive the bombing in excruciating detail, over and over and over, and those images crowded out much of the present. Even as he relived the flash, the sounds of the explosion, the wave of heat, the idea that his life was over kept threatening to break his composure. The despair and vexation he felt was deep, a lonely lamentation that began and ended with the idea nothing could ever be the same. A deep grief settled over him. It wasn't fair. Life had always been easy for him. Graduating from an elite private high school at sixteen, Yale at twenty, getting married to a beautiful woman five years older than him, all of it was easy. He'd moved from success to success. Barely out of his teenage years and already a Senior Vice President of one of the world's largest companies. This was supposed to be the best time of his life. He was building a house!

And none of it mattered. His success hadn't kept his wife alive. Elizabeth was gone, blown up or burned up or whatever caused her death. Victor Romano was still in shock, still unable to process it all. It had taken every ounce of his energy to call Frank Boyd and beg for help. Now, all he could do was sit and stare at the ceiling, waiting for that help to arrive.

A fixer. That's what Boyd had told him. Romano had no idea what that meant. Could anyone fix what the Mob had broken? Was he broken? Was his family? Would he be able to carry on?

Sally began to gurgle in her crib, and that pulled Victor out of the doldrums of his depression, making him turn his head towards her. With that, he lost track of where on the ceiling he'd been counting. He'd hit 2,042, but there his photographic memory had failed him. It had been doing that more and more of late, as if the older he got, the less willing his brain was to remain exceptional. He prayed he could forget what he'd seen last night, but something told him that memory was permanent, itched into his brain like a diamond on steel.

He stood up and crossed the hospital room to stand at the foot of his baby daughter's crib.

This was all that was left of his idyllic life. Sally. But she was his, and still alive, and he couldn't afford to sit here, wallowing in self-pity. He had a daughter. She was his whole life now, all that was left of the family he had hoped to build. He felt a surge of strength, looking at her, and he knew that the hours of self-pity, the vacant staring and the maudlin meditations on memories best forgotten were over. He had a daughter. She had no mother. She needed him more than anyone else right now, and that need struck him like a freight train.

He gingerly picked up his daughter, cradling her in his arms. She smiled at him, and grabbed his finger with her small hand, her grip strong. The protective feeling he had always felt for her intensified. The vexation was gone. Here was a new mission in life, a new goal.

Someone had killed her mother. He wouldn't rest until he found who did it and had them brought to justice. Looking in her eyes, he knew he would do anything to protect this little girl. Anything.

"Don't worry, baby girl," he said softly. "We'll find who killed mommy. And I will do anything it takes to keep you safe and give you the life you deserve. Nobody is going to hurt you, Sal, as long as I am breathing. Nobody," he whispered fiercely.

Outside in the hallway, a completely different scene was playing out.

Cops and ER nurses are a match made in whatever caffeine and nicotine fueled, high pressure, morbid sense-of-humor heaven is out there for first responders. And while Victor Romano was locked in his own little Hell just on the other side of the doorway, in the hallway outside his room, a highly ritualized mating dance was taking place.

The nurses station was in the center of the ER hallway, which was on the first floor of Yavapai Community Hospital. Grant, the Deputy Sheriff who discovered Romano and the accident scene -- as far as he knew it was an accident -- stood before the desk, a cup of quickly cooling coffee in his hand and a half-grin on his face.

"Quiet night, Flo?" He asked the night nurse, who was standing behind the desk filling out paperwork, getting ready for the shift change. It was nearly nine in the morning, and the day crew was due in at any moment.

"They don't call it the graveyard shift for nothing," Flo said, nodding at him. It had been a difficult night, but seeing Grant this morning was the highlight of her day. The pair had been engaged in this highly ritualized mating dance for nearly two months now. Only last week she'd finally given in. Now he used any opportunity to stop by the hospital to see her.

Grant was a strapping man, with a barrel chest, a bushy mustache that he had copied from a TV private investigator, and a deep tan that came from hours in the car cruising the desert highways. He was an attractive man, and he knew it. That was probably why he couldn't settle down, never having been married despite being nearly forty. Why settle down when there are so many women out there? He had a new one every few weeks. But Flo? She was the prize peacock at the county fair.

Flo was probably ten years younger than him, her blonde hair clearly from a bottle, and it was swept back in the style that Farah Fawcett had made famous, and most women her age couldn't get to work. But she'd always been gifted in the hair department. It was her best feature. Alongside her movie star hair, she was tall and willowy, with small, pert breasts and a ready smile. Most of the cops in the county had been chasing her, but Grant was the only one who'd managed to catch her.

That smile wasn't as quick to flash for Grant as it usually was.

"Rough?" Grant asked. He could tell there was something wrong by the way she had mentioned 'graveyard shift' to him. "It seemed pretty quiet to me," he added.

"We lost that little girl last night," Flo told him. "The Indian girl they found in the desert. She was just a poor little thing, couldn't been more than a few weeks old. I had to take her downstairs to the holding room for the medical examiner's, and it about broke my heart. But I'll get over it. There's always another patient," she sniffed, cuffing her eyes to hold back two very unprofessional tears, and turning to a rack of clipboards on the wall behind her, each one representing a different patient on the floor.

Grant frowned. He had heard that one of his colleagues had found a baby abandoned in the desert near the highway a few nights ago, but he didn't realize the baby had even lived this long.

It wasn't unheard of. Teenaged mother on the nearby Indian reservation, already deep in poverty and can't feed herself let alone a little one. Walks out into the desert, leaves the baby and goes home, forgets she was ever pregnant. It had been a miracle they'd even found the baby girl in the first place, honestly.

"Speaking of, your guy and his daughter have been quiet. I think he's still in shock from the accident." She turned back towards him, having regained her composure. She was clearly trying to change the subject, but Grant wasn't going to let it go that easily. Besides, she'd just given him a perfect opening for what he'd wanted to do this entire shift.

"You can't beat yourself up, Flo. These things happen. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Flo looked over at him, and she noticed the glint in his eye that told her everything she needed to know. She was about to tell him she wasn't in the mood, but she felt an itch in her crotch that surprised her. Maybe a little time alone with Grant the Deputy would help.

"Help take my mind off it? Ellie called and said she's going to be half an hour late. Again," Flo said, rolling her eyes. "Until then, we've got the floor to ourselves. It's just your car accident right now," she added. "Sunday overnights usually are."

"Now you're talking," Grant said quietly. He lifted the hinged counter and entered the nurses desk, where his lower half wouldn't be visible, and Flo sat down on a small, rolling stool that she sometimes rested on during long shifts.

Her hands found her way to the zipper of his dark brown uniform pants. With the ease of familiarity, she slowly withdrew his cock from his pants and slid it into her mouth.

Grant groaned, unbuckling his gun belt from around his waist and taking it off, letting it drop to the floor. It was only going to be in the way.

Flo may have been playing hard to get with the other Deputy Sheriffs that frequented the ER, but she'd been around the block before, and her oral skills had become a bit of a local legend at nursing school. Not a few of the male nurses, although there were only a handful in her program, had enjoyed her attentions. And a few of the women, too.

Grant looked down to see Flo's head slowly moving up and down as she worked his cock over. He grinned at the top of her head, proud of himself for being able to do what nobody else in the department had done, taming Flo the Flirt.

"I love your lips, Flo," Grant breathed quietly. "I've never gotten a better hummer in my life," he murmured. Flo looked up at him, a smile in her eyes, her hair billowing out behind her.

"How about you get more than that today? That bitch Ellie gave us half an hour, after all," she told him, grasping his leg to pull herself up from the stool, but keeping her other hand still firmly clamped around Grant's moderately sized penis.

"I think that's a great idea. Lead the way," he said. He picked up his gun belt, and threw it over his shoulder, and let Flo lead him by the dick into one of the unoccupied rooms near the nurses station.

She shimmied out of the pants of her scrubs, the elastic waistband making pulling them off very easy, and then she hopped up on the bed. She slowly spread her legs, giving him a full view of her dripping wet pussy and the rowdy mass of bushy pubic hair framing it.

Grant dropped his gun belt on the floor beside Flo's scrubs and lined his cock up with her pussy entrance. He pushed into her, as she scooted down a little, the hem of her shirt riding up to show off her flat belly. She pulled it up a little higher, presenting her breasts to Grant, who pawed them a few times, before putting his hands back on her hips and rocking gently into her, before picking up speed. He did his best to stay quiet, and fortunately the bed was a sturdy hospital one and made no sound as his cock sent shivers down Flo's spine.

Outside, in the hallway, a lone figure strode through double doors that opened automatically as he approached them, two dozen yards from the nurses station.

Sal Pacelli found the ER hallway nearly deserted. The triage nurse at the front desk told him where to find the nurses station, and casually let him walk right in. The long hallway was devoid of people, and the nurses station was empty, so Sal kept going, until he found the door he was looking for.

He was about to knock on the door to Romano's room, but as he got closer to the center of the hallway, he thought he heard a soft giggle and a sigh, which piqued his interest.

He slowly followed the source of the sounds and peaked around the corner of one of the ER rooms. A small grin tugged at the corners of Sal's mouth as he saw what appeared to be a Deputy Sheriff plowing one of the nurses on an ER bed in an unoccupied room.

The cop had his back to the door, his uniform shirt hanging down, just brushing against his naked ass, as he fucked the nurse. She was cute. Her eyes were closed, her blonde hair flaired out in a halo around her head by the pillow, the pants of her scrubs laying on the floor beside the bed, and her top pushed up above two cute, smallish breasts. If she'd opened her eyes, she'd could have seen Sal watching, but she was too caught up in the feeling of the hard cock that was sliding in and out of her pussy to notice him even if she had.

The cop was grunting softly, the pair trying not to make a lot of noise, but there are just sometimes when you're in the midst of a hot fuck session that you lose spatial awareness and forget where you are. This was apparently one of those times and his lady friend weren't being as quiet as they thought they were.

Sal watched for a few more minutes, feeling his cock stirring in his pants. He'd always been a voyeur, and any chance he had to watch sex, he took. But while this was a nice surprise to find, he had a job to do. And his head was still pounding. He relucantantly turned from the sex scene before him and wandered back down the hallway towards Romano's room.

He rapped his fist gently on the door, opened it, and stepped in.

Sal had never formally met Victor Romano but he'd seen him around the Imperial Hotel, often with Frank Boyd. He was a good-looking young man, tall with an aquiline face, a face now clouded over with grief. He was holding his baby daughter in his arms, rocking her gently.

Romano looked up quickly, his face taking on a guarded aspect, and Pacelli noticed Romano clung to the babe in his arms just a bit tighter on seeing a stranger.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Romano challenged. There was a menacing tone in his voice that Sal knew was a precursor to violence. That made sense -- the kid's wife was just killed by the Mob, and in walks a guy who looks like he could have been an extra in The Godfather.

Sal held his hands up to show they were empty. "I'm Sal Pacelli. Frank Boyd sent me," he added. "I'm your lawyer." Sal tentatively brought his right hand down towards Romano.

Romano looked at him carefully for a few moments, then placed the baby back in her crib. He wiped his hands on his pants and then shook Pacelli's outstretched hand.

"You got here pretty quickly," Victor said. "I was vexed at the thought that Frank wasn't coming himself, but if you're a lawyer, you're probably of more use to me than he would have been," Victor said.

Sal was immediately struck by the tone. This was not the attitude of a typical twenty-year-old kid. He was far more mature than what Sal had been expecting. Boyd had told him that Romano wasn't the average kid, but Sal had just chalked that up to Frank being a horrible judge of character. He'd been married four times, after all, and the one prior to the current one was a doozy.

"Tell me everything that's happened to you, starting this weekend," Sal said, moving straight to business.

The hospital room was relatively small, with one chair in the corner and Sally's crib taking up a significant portion of the room near the door. Sal sat in the chair and Victor sat on the bed. The story didn't take long to recount.

"I'm your lawyer, so I need you to be frank with me. Nothing you say goes beyond my hearing, understand? My goal is to protect you and the company, in that order. So, I need to know everything that's been going on. Now, why would the Mob be targeting you?" Sal said, looking into Romano's eyes.

"Who said anything about the Mob?" Romano asked, deadpan.

The kid didn't even flinch. In Pacelli's experience, most people didn't like his straightforward, no-nonsense manner but that was good -- they got mad and they started talking. He didn't really care if they liked him or not. He wasn't in this business to make friends. It also didn't help that the aspirin he'd taken before he'd got on the road was starting to wear off and his head was throbbing with a wicked hangover. That's why the way the kid just casually tried to deny what this clearly was got under Sal's skin, and he bristled visibly.

"Mr. Romano, I'm not a fucking moron, okay? I've been around the block before. Cars don't just explode in the middle of the desert. You pissed somebody off and they tried to hit you. They missed, but they did get your wife. I would like to help you make sure they don't try again, more successfully. Now let's dispense with the bullshit and you start from the beginning," Sal said, leaning forward in his chair.

Romano nodded.

"I understand. I have been working with various people, including the U. S. Attorney for Nevada and Sheldon Weissman of the Tribune to get the Mob out of Las Vegas," Romano told him.

"Jesus Christ, kid," Sal said, sitting back in the chair and letting out a low whistle. No wonder he was sitting where he was. "You got a death wish or something?"

"No," Romano told him, his voice getting chilly and his eyes taking on a hardness that did not belong on the face of a man his age. "I simply don't want my daughter growing up in a city where those people are running things. They tried to stop my family from succeeding in New York, and I'll be damned if I'm going to cut deals with them out here. But ..." Romano hesitated, his icy demeanor cracking for the first time. "I seem to have miscalculated on the risk to my family."

Romano was on the verge of losing it, Sal could tell. He got up and strode over to the kid and rested his hand on Victor's shoulder. He softened his tone as he spoke down to the boy.

"I've been dealing with the Mob for decades, and I can count on one hand the number of times they've hit a target and his family at the same time. I don't think you miscalculated. I think we're in uncharted territory."

His words had an impact on Romano, who straightened a bit and sniffed loudly. There was steel in this kid's spine.

Sal continued. "So ... now that we're here, how do we get you and your daughter out of it?"

Romano stood up and began to pace. Sal watched him as Romano crossed the small room and looked at Sally, who had fallen asleep.

"I will do whatever it takes to protect my daughter, Mr. Pacelli," Romano told him. "Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. As for myself, I'm not going anywhere. They killed my wife, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make them pay."

Sal nodded. This was what he hoped to hear. A client who was compliant was the best kind of client. But the vengeance thing was a complication. He could deal with that later. First things first.

"Good. That's good, Victor. Fortunately for you, you've got the resources to handle this on your own. I look forward to working with you on it. But before we can start trying to get justice for your wife, we need to take care of your daughter. She's going to be a target, a way to get to you, as long as you're still going after them. She's a loose end and the Mob hates loose ends."

Romano stared down at his daughter.

"I don't want that. Anything but that. I have to keep her safe. I'll do whatever it takes. Anything," he said, turning to look at Pacelli, a burning look of determination in his eyes.

"You have any family who can take care of Sally for a while?" Sal asked looking over at the crib. The baby was so small, so tiny. And she had just lost her mother. Sal felt an odd sensation, and he realized it was sympathy. It was a concept so foreign to him these days, he'd forgotten what it felt like.

"No, not out here. Back in New York are my parents, but they didn't approve of my marriage, and I don't think they'd be willing to help, even in these circumstances." Romano said.

"Really?"

"My father is a formidable man, Mr. Pacelli, and he doesn't like being contradicted. My exile from New York to Las Vegas was his idea. Yes, it looks to the outside world like I was given a nice sinecure, but the reality is that he wanted me out of New York, and this was a convenient way for him to make that happen." Romano watched as Sal continued his pacing. "I couldn't very well refuse."

"Any extended family? What about back in the Old Country?" Sal had a rough idea of Romano's background, as he had gone over it in his files during the drive to Prescott. There were miles and miles of empty road, and he'd always been good at driving and reading at the same time.

Romano tapped his index finger thoughtfully on his lips. "Actually, I do. I have cousins back in Tuscany, and I believe one of them just had a baby, a few weeks before Sally was born," he recalled. "My cousin, Maria. She's married to Cosimo de Medici."

Sal grinned. "Are you serious?"

Romano looked at him and cocked his head. "Yes, why wouldn't I be serious?"

"You're a cousin of a guy named Cosimo de Medici?"

Romano rolled his shoulders testily. "Yes. I am well aware of the historical significance of his name, which is likely why his father, also Cosimo, named him that. He married my uncle's daughter, my cousin Maria, a few years ago, when they were both studying at Columbia. I know he's part of the Medici family, but I have no idea his whole genealogy. It could be a complete coincidence. Does it matter?"

Sal wiped the smile off his face. Clearly this kid wasn't in the mood for jokes. "No. How well do you know this Maria? Would she be willing to look after Sally for you for a while?"

"We were very close, growing up. She's practically a sister to me, but we've not spoken in a few weeks. I don't know whether she'd be willing to watch Sally for a while, but I can ask her, sure."

Sal sat down in the chair again and began to think. Romano was a target, and he was likely going to continue to be a target for a while. His daughter was the big issue -- they had to get her somewhere safe and outside of the Mob's reach. Italy wasn't the worst place -- at least, as long as it wasn't Sicily, they should be okay, and if this cousin was actually a Medici, then that was a potential way out. Ship Sally off to Italy until this whole thing blew over.

If it ever blew over. Sal kept thinking, and suddenly it hit him. There was no reason why they couldn't make it look like Sally had died with her mother in the explosion. That would take the heat permanently off Sally, if the Mob thought she was dead. If they could get her out of the country quietly, get her to this cousin in Tuscany, give her a new identity ... she'd be safe. That would be rough on Victor, not seeing his daughter every day, but it was a better alternative than putting her in a grave next to her mother, and Romano had said he'd do anything to keep her safe. This was a big anything, he knew. But it could work.

The real issue would be getting her out and keeping everyone quiet.

"I've got an idea, Victor. You may not like it, but I think it's going to work."

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Monday night, June 7, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

"I have missed your cock, Edward!" Avery squealed in delight, as her hips moved up and down rhythmically on the prince's rock hard member. Her breasts were bouncing seductively, and she bit her lip, throwing her wild mane of curly, black hair back behind her. Her dark skin made a nice contrast against Edward's pale pink, and I was mesmerized watching the two of them fuck, just like I had the first time I'd seen it a few months ago, in Blair House.

"Jack! Eyes up here!" Mary said to me, leaning over, using her hand to move my head to look up into her eyes. She was naked, her tits bouncing just as wildly as Avery's were, as she rode me.

"Sorry," I mumbled, a shy grin on my face. "I'm getting sensory overload here, Mimi," I laughed gently.

She smiled, looking over at Avery and her brother, and then beyond them at Eva and her sister. "I get what you mean, Jacky, but I missed out on this cock yesterday, so you're all mine tonight, boy!"

Mary was like a woman possessed, and she was riding my cock like she was trying to fit my entire lower half inside her. I surreptitiously looked to my right again to watch Avery's breasts as they bounced in time with the fucking she was getting from Prince Edward, and then my eyes strayed over to Eva, who was on top of Victoria.

Victoria had availed herself of one of the strap-ons that Avery kept on her side of the bed for use when I wasn't around and Eva needed some attention. She was lustily fucking Eva with it. Eva, for her part, was enjoying the ride, and I could see her leaning over and kissing Vickie, squeezing her nipples and playfully nipping at Vic's nose with her teeth. Every once in a while she'd reach over and grab one of Avery's breasts, trying to get at her nipples, but was often thwarted by the motion of Avery and the prince as she moved on him.

All my cares and worries were far away, as the six of us played together on the massive bed in my apartments. Avery running for Congress, I was trying to figure out what was going to happen with the Oasis now that many of my plans for next week appeared to be flying out the window, and all the rest of the stress that was slowly piling up on me could have been happening to another person. All I could focus on was the sights, sounds and smells of the sex happening in my bed, my girlfriends being fucked by half the royal family, and my own cock deep inside one of the world's most eligible bachelorettes.

"Stop watching them and watch me, Jacky!" Mary said, leaning over to kiss me. It was odd how territorial she got when we were fucking. She wanted all of my attention on her. Which was tricky, because her sister was the exact same way. Fortunately, Vic had her hands full with Eva.

Avery and Edward were in the middle of our sextuple, with me and Mary on their left and Eva and Victoria on their right. I was on my back, next to Ed, and Victoria was next to him. Mary, Avery and Eva were riding us each. It felt good to have Edward's body pressed up against mine, and I was fighting the urge to turn my head to kiss him, because I knew if I did, I'd get another tongue lashing from Mary.

I reached up and grabbed Mary's tits with my hands, squeezing her nipples hard and eliciting a squeal of delight. "That's more like it, Jacky! Work my tits over! Make them hurt!"

I squeezed harder and was rewarded by Mary bouncing even faster up and down on my pole. She was wailing like a banshee, and I saw Avery look over at me and smile, before throwing her head back and moaning loudly as Edward began to squeeze her nipples in imitation of what I had been doing to his sister.

Over on top of Victoria, I could see Eva's face scrunch up like it often does before she's about to cum, and I knew it wouldn't be long before the screaming would intensify on the other end of the bed.

"Fuck me, Edward! Dump your load in my dirty pussy," Avery said, her delight in dirty talk manifesting itself yet again. "I want to feel you deep inside me ... you have no idea how many loads I've taken today, do you?"

I perked up at this, because I didn't think Avery had fucked anybody else today -- we hadn't had a chance and she'd just gotten back to the hotel with Eva a few hours ago before we met for drinks.

She winked at me, and I realized she was saying that just for Ed's benefit. He had a thing for sloppy seconds, and she knew he'd appreciate the idea that he was fucking a well-used pussy.

I decided to help her out. "Ed, you know how big a slut Avery is, don't you? She's probably banged half the hotel today, from the bellboys on up. You're probably one of dozens up in her pussy this evening alone," I said.

Edward moaned, and I could see his eyes start to roll back in his head. Mary was watching him, too, so I didn't get in trouble for not keeping my eyes locked on her.

"Cum for me, baby! Give me that load! Fill me up, Edward! Yes!" Avery shouted. She gave me a high five as Edward grunted out an orgasm, shooting his jizz deep inside her. Avery slumped over him, and the pair began to kiss, laughing with each other.

I refocused my attention on Mary. I heard Eva scream that she was cumming from the other end of the bed, so I wanted to make sure Mary got her money's worth from her ride on me. I grabbed her hips and began to pull her down, getting my cock deeply inside her every time she bounced. After a few moments of that, with each thrust of my cock causing her to shriek loudly, I began to rub my thumb on her clit.

"Just like that! Just like that!" Mary told me, and I followed her instructions to the letter. After another minute or two, as Eva and Avery watched, and Ed rubbed my chest with his hands, I felt Mary's legs start to shake, and soon her pussy was pulsing on my cock as her moans reached a crescendo. She collapsed on top of me, her breasts smashing into my chest, and trapping her brother's hand between my chest and her tits.

"Oi, Mary! Watch the hand!" Edward said, laughing.

"Get your hand off my man, Eddie!" Mary said, playfully.

"Isn't that my line?" Avery said teasingly, before reaching over to pull Mary in for a kiss. I took advantage of Mary being occupied with Avery, turning my head and leaning in towards Edward. He met me, our lips touching softly, his tongue snaking out of his mouth and licking mine as I pulled away.

"Care to finish me off?" I asked him.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Edward grinned at me. Avery climbed off him, and Mary climbed off me. My cock was still at attention, sticking straight up out of the small patch of light blonde hair between my legs. Avery and Mary cuddled next to us, taking Edward's spot, and I saw Eva and Victoria detach themselves from each other. Vickie took off the strap on and placed it on the nightstand, then laid back down on the flat of her back, her legs spread wide to allow Eva easy access. Eva began to lick her pussy, her eyes darting over to watch me and Ed every few seconds.

I spread my legs, throwing my right leg over Avery and Mary's, and gave Ed room to work. He crawled up and took my cock in his mouth, his hands cupping my balls and working the part of the shaft that wasn't in his mouth.

I knew I wasn't going to last long. Mary had ridden me hard and I hadn't fucked anyone in more than a day. I was ready to blow.

"I'm going to cum soon, Ed. Put it wherever you want," I told him. He looked up at me, and I stared down into his deep blue eyes. The Prince had pretty eyes. He was such a good-looking guy. I knew women around the world went to bed each night dreaming about him, and here he was, lips wrapped around my cock.

I smiled to myself, thinking yet again how fucking weird my life had become, but that thought was soon eclipsed by the feeling of pleasure that began in my toes and soon flooded into the rest of my body. I began to spurt into Edward's mouth.

He took the first jet or two, than pulled his lips free, and as my cock jerked another two times, my jizz hit him square in the face, covering the end of his nose and his cheek. Mary cheered, but Victoria was too caught up in her own impending orgasm to notice her big brother's face. She began to moan, and all of our attention shifted from Ed over to her and Eva, as Eva continued to work her tongue over Vickie's slit. Her moans of pleasure filled the room.

Once Victoria had finished, the six of us all collapsed together, a mass of limbs and hair, breasts and cocks, all satisfied.

"As much fun as this was, we best be getting back to our rooms," Edward said after a few minutes. I could tell he wanted to stay, but his desire not to end up on the front page of the tabloids with his face covered in my jizz overrode his natural inclinations.

"You've got something on your face, big brother," Victoria said, as the three of them disentangled themselves from Avery, Eva and me. "Let me help."

"Me, too!" Mary added.

The two princesses began to lick and kiss all over their brother's face, cleaning off the remnants of my orgasm and then swapping it back and forth, kissing and teasing. Edward looked at the girls fondly as they wrapped their arms around each other.

"Oi! None of that now, wait til we get back downstairs," Edward said, in his bad cockney accent that he and the girls used when they were being playful with each other.

Mary and Victoria broke apart, laughing. Eva, Avery and I stayed on the bed, the girls sidling up to me, pressing their breasts into my arms, as we watched Edward, Mary and Victoria get dressed.

"When are you all leaving?" I asked. I had no idea what their schedule was.

"Tomorrow," Edward said, buttoning up his white dress shirt and zipping up his dark slacks. "Daddy's birthday is in two weeks, and I have to get back and help with the planning. They always Troop the Colour on his birthday, and it's my job to make sure that goes off right."

"It takes two weeks to plan that?" Eva asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"You have no idea the nonsense I have to put up with, Eva," Prince Edward said, laughing. "I wish we could stay longer, but this has been a lovely few days anyway. Please give my regards to your Mother and Stepfather, Jack. And girls -- it's been a pleasure," he said. He strode over to the bed, gave Avery and Eva each a good-bye kiss, along with a quick squeeze of their breasts.

"And you too, Jack," he said to me, giving me the biggest kiss and groping my now soft cock.

I grinned back at him as he stepped back from the bed. The Princesses blew kisses at us, and then the trio left the bedroom. I heard the outside door open and close, and we were alone.

"I'm going to miss them," I said to Avery and Eva. "They're a lot of fun."

"They sure as hell are," Avery said, laughing. "Next time, we need to go over to London and see them in their natural element."

"That would be awesome!" Eva said, brightening up. "I love London! We've got a casino in Leicester Square, and we could all stay there!"

"Leicester? I want to stay in the palace!" Avery said, smiling. "Wouldn't that be something?"

"All that would be a lot of fun," I told them both. "But that's for another day. Back to reality, kids."

The girls pouted a little. The pleasure of the company of our royal friends was slowly fading, and the enormity of the challenges that still lay head of us started to creep back into my brain. How I was going to sleep tonight with all of this swirling in my head, I couldn't begin to picture.

With a resigned sigh, I got up and headed to the shower. "How about we all take a shower, head back to bed, and in the morning we can start figuring out what the hell to do about the Oasis and this Congressional campaign, okay?"

Eva looked down at the bed, the smile slowly falling from her face. Avery hopped up, and then pulled Eva behind her, doing her best to keep her chin up. I watched as reality came crashing back down onto each of them.

The hiss of the shower and the steam that soon came pouring out had a mollifying effect on the three of us, and we washed away the remains of our lovemaking. By the time we'd finished, dried and dressed, I could feel the weight of exhaustion pulling me down. I listened to their breathing for a few minutes, my arms wrapped around the two beautiful ladies who shared my bed and my life, before I felt my eyes closing and I fell asleep.

* * *

Monday night, June 7, 2032

Naked City Motel, Las Vegas

"Give it to her, Red Dog! Show that bitch who's boss!" She urged, loudly.

Elijah smiled up at the younger of the two women -- a tall, skinny blonde -- sitting in the cuck chair watching as her wife got fucked by his older brother.

He was surprised. This was actually one of the most engaging times he'd had with his brother since they'd started this paid sex service a few weeks back. Most of their 'dates' were short, stilted affairs, but these two women had been going for more than an hour so far.

And it wasn't because the sex was good, either -- he wasn't having any. The two lesbians had made it clear that only the older one wanted dick and she'd balked, like they always did, at Elijah's size, but at least they'd been pleasant about it.

No, what made these session more interesting than the others was that the two women were ... fun? Funny? Well-matched? He couldn't put his finger on the exact reason, but of all the couples they'd played with, these two were just head and shoulders more interesting and more exciting to watch than all of the others put together.

Elijah felt a hand run through his hair, and he looked up again to see the younger woman playfully teasing him. "She's something else, isn't she?" the woman asked. Elijah grinned back up at her.

"Never seen anything like her, not gonna lie," Elijah responded.

He was naked, as was the woman sitting above him. Her legs were spread, and he had his back to the cuck chair, her legs draped over his shoulders. This wasn't a sexual thing, really. More just basic comfort. Her legs felt good on his body.

The two women were both stunning in their way, vastly different, yet they complimented each other. The younger one, probably in her mid-twenties, had a swimmers body, a cute blonde pixie haircut, and two barbells through her nipples. She had an anchor tattoo on her abdomen and another pair of anchors on her forearm, flanking the phrase "Cleveland Rocks!" Elijah assumed they were both from Ohio because both women had the same tats on their forearms.

The older woman, who was probably nearing fifty, was completely different. She was built like an Amazon, long, tall, well-muscled, with larger breasts and long, blonde hair that trailed down her body almost as far as her ass. At first, he thought her hair couldn't possibly be real, but he couldn't see where the extensions started. That made them either very expensive, or the older woman was a natural blonde.

That hair was swishing left and right as she rode Red Dog. Elijah watched as his brother's big black cock stroke in and out of the older woman's pussy. "He feels so good, Mer!" she breathed, turning to look at the younger woman. "Are you sure you don't want any?"

Mer laughed. "Not at all. This is all you, Chief. This is your fantasy. I'm happy just watching," she added. "Besides, I gotta keep Boog here company."

Elijah waved at her, then shrugged, a small grin on his face. The older woman winked at Elijah and then turned around. "Come on, boy, fuck me harder! Make it hurt!"

Red Dog took that as a challenge, and the sound of his dick slapping in and out of the older woman filled the room. He reached up and grabbed a hold of her firm breasts and squeezed, and Elijah felt a shudder go through Mer as she watched. He turned his head but couldn't see behind him. Mer's hands had withdrawn from his hair, and he assumed she was playing with herself as she watched.

Elijah hadn't gotten the full story about these two. He just knew they were married, were from back east somewhere, and that they worked together. The younger one was hardcore, not interested in men at all, but apparently liked to watch. The older one was wilder, and the tryst was a birthday present for her.

"Fuck me! Pound my pussy! Make me feel it!" The older woman called. Mer had called her 'Chief' a few times, and Elijah guessed that was her pet name for the older woman. They both had on matching silver wedding bands.

"Bitch, when I'm through with you, you won't walk straight!" Red Dog growled. Mer laughed out loud when he said it. There was an edge to his voice that surprised Elijah. He looked over at his brother, who was looking at him, a fierce look on his face.

Elijah felt a small knot forming in his gut. He didn't want his brother angry, had no idea why he was angry. This was, in Elijah's mind, one of their better tricks. The two women were both hot, in their way, and Elijah liked the pair -- far more than the usual mess of cucks and hot wives that they'd been servicing. Maybe Curtis didn't appreciate how vocal the Chief was being, or that she was clearly in charge. Whatever it was, he hoped his brother got over it when he finally bust a nut, because Eli needed him in a good frame of mind when he dropped the bomb that this was his last time helping out his brother's unsanctioned sex work.

"Give it to her, bro!" Elijah called out. He knew his brother appreciated an audience and also liked it when Elijah got more involved and showed some initiative. Granted, they'd done almost a dozen of these scenarios, and not once had he ever gotten laid, his cock usually treated like a novelty item by the women and their husbands and boyfriends. Only two of the women had ever tried to fuck him, and both hadn't managed the feat. He'd gotten a few blowjobs, but he had still not had his cock inside a woman. He had long since given up on the idea that he'd ever get laid. This massive cock of his was a curse, and he'd just have to live with a life of hand jobs. He was largely resigned to it, even if the thought depressed him. Could he ever get married, start a family? How could he start a family if he couldn't ever get laid?

Elijah knew he was being a downer, but these were the thoughts that plagued him. If he wasn't comfortable with his body, and he wasn't, he didn't know how any woman could ever be.

"Oooh," he heard Mer say, and he tried to look up at her again, but she had leaned back in the cuck chair, her fingers dancing on her clit, and he didn't want to completely turn around. "She's close," he heard her murmur.

The older woman on the bed was bucking wildly, and Elijah could see his brother was gritting his teeth, doing his best to hang on as the Amazon on the end of his cock thrashed around, moaning and tugging on her nipples.

"Yes! Right there! I'm cumming!" The older woman screamed, a deep, throaty roar like a lion trying to scare off a competitor. Elijah thought he saw a hint of fear in his brother's eyes as he watched the woman on top of him climax in spectacular fashion.

Mer sat up, leaned forward and put her hands on Elijah's shoulders. She started gripping down hard, and it almost made him wince. These women were tough. Elijah couldn't remember seeing anybody cum that hard in his life. Granted, he was still very, very sheltered when it came to sex, but he felt like he'd gotten a bit more experienced these last few weeks with his brother.

The bed was making loud, dangerous noises, groaning like it was about to collapse, when finally the Chief put her hands down onto Red Dog's chest and heaved herself off him. The bed gave one last angry creak as she stood up, catching her breath.

"Mer, that was one of the best birthday gifts you've ever given me," she said. "Thank you, baby."

Elijah stood up, then helped Mer to her feet. She crossed the room and embraced her wife, and the two of them began to kiss deeply.

"Hey, yo," Red Dog said from the bed. "I didn't finish!"

The Chief looked over at him and grinned. "Not my problem, my guy. I was paying you to get me off, not the other way around. I'm sure you can take care of yourself," she said.

Elijah laughed for a second, until the look he got from his brother wiped the smile off his face.

"Damn. That's a first," Red Dog said, grumpily. "Bitches leavin' a brother hangin.' That ain't right, yo," he mumbled to himself.

He got up and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door. The two women didn't pay him an ounce of attention.

"Hey, kid. Thanks for this," the big woman said. "We don't get to Vegas that often, and we don't play with men very often at all. Mer never does," she said, nodding to her wife.

Mer shrugged. "Not my thing," she added. "But Clarissa needs a cock every once in a while, and I like her to be happy. Thanks for your time, Boog. You were great, even if you pack way too much meat for a couple of girls like us," she told him. She crossed the room and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Tell your brother sorry he didn't get off. The Chief tends to view men as accessories," she added, shrugging.

"I'm just glad you both had fun," he said. "That's what we're here for."

Elijah hesitated for a few moments, then added in a much quieter voice. "Look, this is probably the last time I do this. I just got a new job, and I can't do things like this anymore. But if you guys want to hit me up sometime, here's my number."

He pulled his phone from the pile of clothes next to the cuck chair. Mer did the same, throwing on a ratty t-shirt and shorts, and stepping into a pair of flip-flops. Elijah touched the end of his phone to Mer's and the phones transferred data to each other seamlessly.

"Thanks, Boog!" Mer said. "Maybe Clarissa will get brave enough to try you, next time!" She laughed lightly. Elijah smiled back at her, knowing she was just humoring him. But hey, maybe they could hang out as friends? That would be a novel concept -- spending time with women who weren't paying him. Hell, spending time with anybody who wasn't his brother. Elijah didn't really have any friends.

"You can call me Elijah. That's my real name," he added.

"I'm Mer, this is Clarissa," the younger woman said. "We all call her the Chief." She didn't explain further.

Elijah shook the big woman's hand, which engulfed his, making him feel small. In her hand was a wad of cash. He looked at it briefly, seeing at least one fifty on top and others folded in, before shoving it into the pocket of his shorts, along with his phone. He scooped the rest of his clothes up and threw them on the bed.

As soon as she dropped his hand, the Chief had begun to braid her hair, doing it up into a tight bun that sat on the back of her head. It was impressive how fast she did it. Elijah watched the muscles in her arms ripple, and his eyes were drawn to the ink on her forearm.

"What's with the tattoos? You guys from Cleveland?" Elijah pointed to the 'Cleveland Rocks!' tattoo on Clarissa's forearm, which matched the one on her wife's.

Clarissa laughed out loud. "That's a long story," she said. "Maybe we'll tell it to you sometime."

Mer held out Clarissa's clothes to her and then watched as her wife got dressed. Another few minutes and the pair were out the door, into a white rental car and off into the Vegas heat.

A few minutes later, Red Dog emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed. Elijah started to get dressed himself, as his brother began to complain.

"That's the last time we bang two dykes, ya dig?" He said, shaking his head. "Bitches didn't even tip me!" Elijah felt a little guilty, feeling the wad of bills in his pocket, but given how little a share of the proceeds of their work he'd gotten, he felt completely justified in keeping this one.

"Did you jerk off in there?" Elijah asked, looking over at the bathroom. He couldn't imagine trying to get off in there.

"Fuck no, idiot. I just went in there to wait off the Viagra and take a piss. I ain't never been treated like that by no clients, ever. She acted like we was just fucking sex toys, like just a rubber cock for her pleasure! Ain't never had nothing like that in my life," he said, the complaints flowing from his lips like water. "Big ass Sasquatch lookin' woman," he added derisively.

"I liked them," Elijah said, defensively. "They were a cute couple, and so what if you didn't get off? I thought we were doing this for the money," he challenged.

"Of course we doing it for the money, foo'," Red Dog said. "But I wanted to get off too, yo. Gotta get the image of that fat teacher of ours outta my head an' all," he said, grimacing. "Somedays this sex work sucks, you know?"

Just a few hours ago, Red Dog had fucked one of their high school teachers while her husband watched. Elijah, too, wanted to wipe that image from his head. But no such luck. His brother at least got a chance to fuck a beautiful woman, even if she treated him like a human dildo. All Elijah ever seemed to get to do was watch. He'd never even gone down on a girl before. None of their clients ever seemed to want that, oddly enough.

"Curtis, I can't keep doing this," Elijah blurted. He was horrified for a moment -- he wasn't planning on saying it so bluntly, but the speech he'd rehearsed all week had flown from his head. Elijah took a deep breath, swallowed and then continued. He knew he had to get this all out before his brother exploded. "You don't need me. None of these women want to have sex with both of us. I'm just wasting my time and yours. You'll make just as much doing this solo, if you don't have to give me a cut."

"Look, bro, I know you don't like how none of these bitches want to try your hog, I get it," Red Dog said, sighing. "One of these days we'll find somebody who does." He wasn't taking Elijah seriously. Eli started to get angry.

"That's what you said when we started doing this. Just like you said people would pay for my videos. None of this has ever worked out the way you say it will, Curtis. I know you like doing this sex work, but it's not for me!" He said forcefully. After a pause, he continued.

"And..."

"... And what?" Red Dog looked at him closely. Elijah could see his brother was slowly getting worked up.

"I got a job offer."

That killed the tension. Red Dog barked out a laugh. "A job offer! You? I thought you was gonna be a college boy, Boog?" he said, smiling. "You ain't gotta get no job. Ain't I paying you to bang bitches?" Red Dog sniffed, then amended what he said. "Well, ain't I paying you to watch me bang bitches?"

Elijah ignored the dig. "Yes, a job offer. And I'm going to take it. I don't want to do this anymore. Not only is what we're doing illegal, I just don't like it. And given how much of the money we make you've been taking, I'd rather go work a job I might enjoy more, that comes with less humiliation and a bigger paycheck." Elijah finished, his hands clenched in fists at his side.

His brother stepped closer to him, menacingly. Elijah started to take a step back, but caught himself. If he backed down now, Red Dog would bully him into continuing. But Elijah resolved that tonight was the last time. Period.

"Bigger paycheck my ass," Red Dog sneered. "You don't know shit, Boog. Just wait til you see all the fucking taxes Uncle Sam takes outta that check when you get it. At least when I pay you, the shits tax free," he said.

"Yeah, just one more law we're breaking. I don't want to do this anymore, bro. I'm not trying to piss you off, but I can't do this anymore. This is the last time."

Red Dog's face clouded over. Elijah didn't move. Red Dog took another step closer to him. He looked into his brother's eyes, their noses inches apart.

"You telling me you quit? You think I'm just going to let you go? I've been charging double for you! You're going to cost me a ton of money, Boog. You walk away now, you fucking owe me."

That got Elijah's hackles up. He didn't move, instead looking straight back into his brother's face. "I don't owe you shit, Curtis. I did this as a favor to you. And you took the vast majority of the money we made. You can do this shit on your own. I'm done. I'm not scared of you," he added. The last sentence ended in a quaver that belied the statement. He certainly sounded scared.

His brother smirked at him. "Only times folks be saying they ain't scared is when they be." Red Dog spoke calmly, and that scared Elijah more than if he'd been yelling. "You want out, like I said, it's gonna cost you."

"I ain't paying," Elijah said softly. He looked down at the floor, his composure starting to break. He'd stood up to his brother as far as he could. He didn't know if it would be enough.

Red Dog grabbed his brother by the front of his t-shirt and pulled him in close. "You will do what I fucking tell you to do, understand? You live in MY house, MY turf, you follow MY rules! What the fuck's the matter wit' you, idiot?!" He pushed his brother away. Elijah fell backwards, tripped over his feet and landed hard onto the cuck chair.

Elijah trembled as he looked up at Red Dog. In all their years together, his brother had never hit him, never touched him. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He felt something snap inside him, not recognizing this man who looked like his brother but had just done something family had never done to him before.

Curtis saw the look of hurt in his brother's eyes, the look of betrayal, and realized he had crossed a line. "Elijah, I'm sorry. Look, I didn't mean to do that," he said, crossing over the room, reaching out a hand to help his brother out of the chair.

Elijah slapped the hand away and stood up. "What the hell is wrong with you, Curtis? You've never hit me before! I ain't in your damn gang! And our house is not yours, that's Momma's house! That's my home too, but if I need to leave it to get away from you, then I'll do it. I'm fucking done! Leave me alone!" He shouted so loudly, he was sure his voice could be heard throughout the motel.

Elijah stormed out of the motel room, slamming the door behind him.

Red Dog watched the curtains as his brother's shadow took off at a run, heading in the direction of their home.

"Fuck it," Red Dog said to himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "He'll come crawling back."

Red Dog left the motel room, turned left and headed down the block towards the dry cleaners that served as the Bloods' headquarters. He went in, passed through the front of the store and into the office in the back. There were two members of the gang in the room, as well as Twitch, the OG -- the head of their chapter.

Twitch had a grin on his face.

"Red Dog! Just the man I wanted to see," Twitch said, wrapping his friend in a big bro hug, and giving him one of the gang's grips. "We got a job, just for you," he added, his smile getting even wider.

"I hope you mean beating the shit outta somebody," Red Dog growled. "I'm inna mood to bust some heads," he added.

Twitch shook his head. "No head busting. But I think you'll find this one satisfying anyway, hermano."

He explained what the job was, and by the time he finished, Red Dog was smiling, too.

"Just what I was hoping for, jefe," he told Twitch. "Consider it done."

* * *

Monday afternoon, July 25, 1983

Yavapai Community Hospital, Prescott, Arizona

"My client has nothing to say to the police. It was an accident. His wife is dead. Hasn't the man suffered enough without being badgered?" Sal said.

The Deputy Sheriff frowned. "I'm not trying to badger anybody. But we need basic facts for the report. Like what the victim's name was--"

"Her name was Elizabeth Romano, the wife of Victor Romano. She was twenty-five years old. It was her birthday. They had gone to the Grand Canyon sightseeing. They were on their way back when he stopped the car on the highway. He had to take a piss. While he was doing that, the car exploded. Everyone is aware of the Pinto's gas tank problem, and I assure you we'll be filing suit against Ford Motor Company as soon as I can get back to Las Vegas," Sal added.

The Deputy Sheriff shook his head. "Cars just don't explode, Mr. Pacelli, even that one. There's something going on here you're not telling me."

The pair was standing beside the nurses station in the ER hallway. By the time Sal and Victor had completed their conversation, the Deputy and his fuckbuddy the nurse had finished their tryst, and the day crew had arrived. By the time Sal emerged, the hallway was bustling with people -- a complete contrast to how it had been just half an hour earlier.

"That's correct, Sheriff. And it's for your own good. Look," Sal said, stepping a few inches closer to the Deputy and lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Victor Romano is an important man. He has important enemies. Powerful enemies. And they aren't the kind of people that your two-horse rural Arizona department is going to chase down and collar. Got it? Let us handle this our way. Write this case up the way I've told you, make it go away, and everybody will be better off. Including you," Sal added.

"I can't do that, Mr. Pacelli. If this was a murder--"

"Stop right there. This was not a murder. It was an accident. Just like you fucking the night nurse wasn't you actually fucking her on the bed two rooms down, you were just helping her find a lost button," Sal said, looking at the cop sharply.

Grant took a step back and swallowed. This fucking lawyer must have saw them. He was single, and so was Flo, so it wasn't that big a deal, but sex on the job would get him written up and he'd already been written up twice that month -- once for being drunk on duty, and once for unnecessary force. A third strike and he'd be fired.

Sal could see the Deputy wrestling with the decision. "But yes, there is more to the story," Sal added.

The Deputy waited for him to continue.

"The accident was an even bigger tragedy than it appears. See, Mr. Romano's daughter, Sally, she was in the car with her mother," Sal looked at him closely.

"But she wasn't--"

"Yes, she was. Mother and daughter both died in this tragic accident. Understand? And you never fucked the night nurse, and I certainly didn't give you an envelope with ten thousand dollars in it."

Sal stared into the Deputy's eyes. The indecision there was real. He kicked himself mentally. It wasn't the smoothest bribe he'd ever offered, but he didn't think he needed his A game with a bunch of hick cops in the middle of nowhere. Ten grand was half this guy's pay in a year. And all he had to do was write this up the way Sal told him, file the report and forget it ever happened.

Grant eyes bounced between Sal's eyes and the floor. Finally, he sighed.

"Okay, Mr. Pacelli. We'll do it your way. But I have no idea how you're going to get the medical examiner to sign off on this," Deputy Grant told him.

"That's my problem. Now, I'm going to make a phone call, and I'm going to accidentally leave an envelope by the phone when I'm done. You should pick it up and then head back to your station and start working on your report. Oh, and I could use the address and directions to the morgue," Sal added.

Ten minutes later, Sal was on the phone to Vegas. The hospital, fortunately, had a WATS line, which let him make long distance calls for free -- well, free to him. And since he was calling from the nurses station, no one questioned it. They were constantly on the phone long-distance, returning phone calls to loved ones, talking to doctors at other hospitals, and the like.

The call was answered on the first ring. The person answering said nothing, waiting for Sal to speak.

"It's Sal," Pacelli said into the phone, knowing the woman on the other side was moments away from hanging up if she didn't hear a voice she recognized.

"Where the fuck are you? Wait! Don't answer that." The female voice on the other end of the phone sounded tired, like she'd been awake all night. "I don't want to know. What do you want, Sal?"

"I need a set," he said. "Got a pencil?"

"Yeah, gimme a sec," the voice told him. "Go for it."

"Name will be ..." Sal paused. He went over what Romano had told him in his mind and then spat the details out. "Salvina Elisabetta de Medici," he said, spelling out the name. "Age is two weeks, birthday is July 10, 1983. Birthplace, New York City, New York. I need the full set -- birth, passport, social security. And I need them tomorrow."

"Tomorrow! Are you fucking crazy, Sal? I mean, it helps that this is an infant, so I don't need photos, but what the fuck, this is a lot, even for you!"

"Can't be helped. I've got a client who has an emergency, and it can't wait. Any longer is going to be too late," he added.

"It's going to cost you. Big time," the voice told him, an edge of exasperation loud and clear in her voice. "And you don't get to ask for anything else for six months."

"Fine. Just have the stuff ready when I come by. Gotta run. You're a peach," he added, before he hung up.

He withdrew the envelope filled with cash -- only a small portion of what he'd brought with him, expecting to have to spread a lot of money around to solve this problem -- and left it by the phone. He looked at the address on the card in his hand, and went to tell Romano the next step in their plan.

* * *

Monday night, June 7, 2032

The Oasis, Las Vegas

Red Dog and three of his brothers in the Bloods cruised into the parking area of the Oasis Hotel and Casino. The Oasis had a grand, old school horseshoe-style entrance in the front, but almost all of the parking was in a high-rise parking deck that was attached to the back of the hotel, built in the mid-90s.

"We ain't gonna have a lot of time, so make the most of this shit, ya dig?" He told the other three men in the car. They'd gotten a cheap rental car, one of those ubiquitous white Korean sedans that made up half the cars on the highway. They'd replaced the tags with stolen ones, and each of them were wearing blue bandannas around their necks that they could pull up over their mouths to hide their identities. They were all wearing matching black hoodies and white shorts, too, along with a pair of cheap, white sneakers.

From a distance, the four men were completely indistinguishable when they had their masks on and hoods up, which was exactly what they were going for.

Two of the guys carried large crowbars. Red Dog had a sawed-off shotgun, and the fourth member of the crew carried two rattle cans of black spray paint.

"We gonna start up top?" The guy in the front passenger seat asked, looking at Red Dog.

"Word," Red Dog told him. "Crash is going take out the cameras, then the three of us gon' smash as many cars as we can in five minutes. Get yo' asses back in the car, and we bail. Don't steal nothing, don't touch any of the cars with yo' dirty-ass hands, and don't let anybody see yo' faces. We ain't supposed to be droppin' no bodies, aight?"

"We gotchu, Red Dog," said one of the guys in the back seat. "Just smash and run, like?"

"Zactly," Red Dog said, turning in his seat. "We just want to fuck some shit up, make people wanna not come to this fleabag fucking hotel. And don't get fucking caught like a couple of noobs, got it?"

The garage was surprisingly full for a Monday night. Parking was free -- this place couldn't afford to charge for parking -- so they rolled right in and headed up to the top of the parking deck.

Red Dog left the car idling.

"Let's hit it," he said. They each pulled their hoods up and put their blue bandanas around their mouths. Blue was the gang color for the Crips, the Bloods' mortal enemies, and normally they'd never be caught dead wearing anything blue. But tonight, they'd prefer it if the Crips got the blame for what they were about to do, so they used the bandanas as a cheap disguise.

The four men bailed out of the car, as Red Dog pointed out the various cameras nearby to Crash. Each sat in a shiny dome of black plastic, hanging from the ceiling of the garage. The plastic concealed the cameras, but everybody knew what these black domes meant.

Crash, who was the tallest of the crew and had the lanky build of a natural basketball player, raced over to each camera, shaking the rattle can of paint as he went. Once he got close, he lept up and covered the dark plastic in black spray paint, effectively knocking the cameras out, blocking them from seeing what they were doing. It also started their timer going, as the first camera to get knocked out would be immediately noticed in the security monitoring room, and security would be on their way, if not the actual cops.

"Okay, hit it! Five minutes!" Red Dog yelled. He raised the sawed-off shotgun towards the ceiling, and waited as the other two men began to race to the closest vehicles, lifting their crow bars and preparing to smash everything in sight.

The garage was soon filled with the sounds of breaking glass and the heavy thumps of iron on car hoods, bodies and fenders. The men targeted the expensive looking cars first, the BMWs and Mercedes, but soon they were smashing everything that they could get their crowbars on.

Red Dog counted the seconds, knowing casino security had to be on its way. His boys were working fast, like he wanted, dozens and dozens of cars already smashed with dozens more to go.

Red Dog watched in satisfaction at the pure chaos his crew was wreaking on the car deck. Car alarms began to sound, and soon the parking deck was a cacophony of destruction and loud electronic wailing.

Crash ran back to stand next to Red Dog. Red Dog gestured to him, pointing towards his can of spray paint. Crash handed it to Red Dog, who ran to the closest wall and began to spray.

Crash wondered what Red Dog was doing, then watched as "EAT SHIT MOTHER FUCKER" appeared on the wall. He grinned behind his bandana. The other two Bloods finished smashing the rest of the cars on that level of the car deck and ran back as fast as they could, jumping into the rental as Red Dog threw the can of paint back to Crash and watched as Crash pulled himself into the passenger seat.

Red Dog was grinning, too, but no one could see it. This was cathartic, smashing up all this shit. He was still livid about Elijah walking out on him, and short of busting a cap in some asshole who deserved it, smashing up all this shit was the next best thing.

Yet, at the same time, it wasn't that much fun. After all, he hadn't touched a car, and other than the spray paint, he'd basically just been supervising. This lieutenant shit was boring. He had much preferred being a regular member of the gang -- they got to do all the fun stuff.

Fuck this shit, Red Dog thought to himself. I want to play, too.

He leveled the sawed-off at the nearest vehicle and fired. The sound of the blast was deafening, echoing off the walls of the garage and blotting out, at least for a moment, the sounds of car alarms. He cocked the shotgun, ejecting a shell and then fired again, pumping round after round into car after car, popping tires, peppering hoods, and smashing whatever glass hadn't already been cracked by the crew's crowbars. He avoided gas tanks -- he didn't want to cause an explosion, if that was even a thing. It happened in movies, but he had no idea if it happened in real life. He didn't want to take the chance.

When the sawed-off clicked empty after its final round, Red Dog jumped back into the rental, dropped the gun, slammed the car into gear, put the gas pedal to the floor, and raced the car down the garage. As he passed the elevator lobby, a pair of security guards came racing towards them.

Red Dog rolled the window down in the car and gave the two security guards the finger as he raced past, laughing loudly. He sped the car around and down, around and down, five, six, seven times, and then he was finally out of the garage deck. He didn't stop, running the red light at Las Vegas Boulevard and swerving right into traffic, leaving a trail of car horns, rude gestures and scared tourists behind him.

They were headed back to the anonymity of Naked City at breakneck speed. After running another few red lights, he made a three quick turns onto side streets before finally slowing down. They drove down anonymous street after anonymous street, confirming there were no cops on their tail. That done, Red Dog turned the car north again, towards home.

The four men whooped and hollered, laughing and slapping each other's backs as they cruised along safely, the lights of the Strip gradually fading behind them.

* * *

Tuesday midday, June 8, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

The girls and I woke up the next morning refreshed. It was another day of living, and we each had a lot to do. We fell into our morning routine without words. Avery put a pot of coffee on. Eva grabbed the newspaper from in front of our door. The three of us assembled in the formal dining room, all still naked, cups of steaming coffee in front of us.

That was where the routine ended. We had some big decisions to make, and we didn't have a lot of time to make them. Every minute counted, given how far behind Avery was in this campaign if we decided to actually do it.

The next few hours were filled with debate, discussion, some yelling, a few tears, and -- finally -- a decision.

"So ... are we actually doing this?" I said, as I poured fake sugar into my third cup of coffee that morning.

Avery looked over at me, steam rising from her cup. Her eyes were red rimmed, but there was a grin tugging at the ends of her lips. Her skin looked soft and kissable, and I felt a stirring in my loins. My eyes dropped slightly to her breasts, as they often did, and I saw the grin form fully on her face. She had always been magnanimous in victory.

"We're actually doing this," she told me. The grin became a smile. "Thanks, guys. This means a lot to me. It's going to be a lot of hard work, but I think we can do it."

Eva snorted. "Of course we can fucking do it. That was never in doubt." Her coffee was heavily laced with cream and sugar. "The question was always should we. And I'm still not completely sold, but I am not going to stand in the way of Avery's dream," Eva added.

"It's not my dream, Eva," Avery said, testily. She caught herself and said in a softer voice, "I'm doing this because it has to be done. But thanks, babe." She reached across the table, taking Eva's hand in hers. The move made her breasts dangle enticingly.

Eva caught me staring. "Dear lord, Jack, didn't you get enough last night?" She raised her eyebrows at me before leaning over to check the status of my cock. It was semi-rigid, not fully erect.

What can I say? My girls had that effect on me. You try sitting naked with two amazingly hot women and not get a chub, okay?

"It's never enough when it comes to you two," I told her playfully.

Avery laughed. "Good answer. But we don't have time for another round in the bedroom. There's so much to do!" She hopped up, breasts bouncing, which sent more blood to my crotch. She left her coffee cup on the table. "I've got a whole bunch of emails to send and phone calls to make. Eva, remember -- I need to meet with your father. Jack, I need you to reach out to Senator Bentley. She likes you. See if you can get us a meeting with her later in the week. I'm meeting with Doug Stone on Friday."

"When the hell did you set that up?" I asked her. Avery was moving at lightspeed. It made my head swim.

"Yesterday," she said, breathlessly. "We've got to get all our ducks in a row rapidly, and then I gotta file all my paperwork. I need a lawyer, a campaign manager, and a PR pro and I need them ASAP."

"Mom and Sol should be back from their honeymoon on Friday. Mom had some Father's Day stuff planned for Sol on Sunday, and he wanted to be here for our first day at the Oasis," I told her. "We can ask Mom about all that when we see them."

"Friday! That's three days from now! I can't wait that long!" Avery shouted.

"Avery, you need to chill. Yes, I know the deadlines are coming up for filing, but you've got time -- you need to do this right, not fast. You pick the wrong staff, and this will be far harder than it needs to be," Eva told her. "Trust me, the most important decisions you make will be about your staff."

"And don't forget fundraising," I told her. "You'll need a fundraiser."

"What?" Avery looked at me oddly.

"Avery. How do you expect to pay all these people to work for you?" I asked her. I was no expert on political campaigns, but there was a campaign finance segment of one of my courses on non-profits.

"Well, I thought we'd get the money from Sol?"

"Avery, there are hard limits on how much money people can give to political campaigns. I've got some money in the bank, not enough to win a race like this, but it's a start. The problem is we're not married so it's not like we can share the funds easily. We probably need to talk to a lawyer first before you announce to get all this finance shit out of the way."

"Don't worry about money," Eva said.

"How can we not?" I countered.

"I will take care of it," Eva told us. Avery and I looked at her blankly.

"How?"

"Jack, I'm my father's daughter. I've been socking away money for years. Let's just say I could buy my own hotel -- maybe not on the Strip, but a nice one -- with what I've got liquid. Avery's campaign won't be hurting for cash. I can lend her the money, and we'll sort the legal stuff out later. Okay?"

Avery squealed, ran over to Eva and pulled her to her feet. She wrapped Eva in a big hug, their breasts mashing together and then she gave Eva an even bigger kiss. "Thank you, Evie! Thank you!"

Eva smiled at her. "You can thank me properly later, Ree Ree. For now, go send your emails. I'll go figure out what we need to do to file for this campaign."

"Jack, what are you going to do?" Two sets of eyes and two pairs of beautiful tits turned to look at me. I gulped.

"Well, you were just talking about staff. I've got to finish hiring for the Oasis for next week. I've got a meeting with my new assistant at noon. Then I have to figure out who is going to handle marketing for us now that Avery is a political candidate."

"I've got a few ideas for that. We can talk about it over dinner, okay? And we want to meet your new assistant!" Avery ran over and kissed me on my forehead, and the two women flew out of the dining room, hand in hand.

And so I was left to my own devices for the rest of the morning. I went to the gym, got a massage, a shower, and a haircut, and then I went back upstairs to get dressed and ready for my lunch with Elijah Wiley. I pulled a pair of khakis and a polo out of my closet and threw them on the bed, before heading out to the kitchen. There, I grabbed my tablet from the island to send Claire Hoskins a quick email, asking her to set up a meeting between me and Senator Bentley. I also gave her the heads up that she was getting a new assistant. The girls were nowhere to be found. They could be anywhere in the hotel by now, but I knew I'd see them both for dinner.

I got dressed and was tying my shoes when I heard a ding from my tablet in the other room. Claire was still in Nigeria until Saturday, but I guessed she could handle some of this stuff remotely, and I had guessed correctly.

That ding was Claire's reply, which included a snide comment about how 'amused' she was at getting an assistant without being involved in the hiring process. I winced a bit, realizing she was right. It was kind of a dick move for me to hire Elijah without speaking to her. I responded with an apology and a promise to set up a meeting with them for Saturday when she was back in town.

To be fair to me, and since this is my memoir I'm going to be fair to me, Claire had been out of town for two weeks, and I'd made it clear to everybody, from Sol on down, that I wanted the senior leadership team I was taking with me to the Oasis to be ready for our first week. Elijah wasn't senior leadership, but I knew I needed help and while he was nominally going to be working for Claire, he'd be by my side most of the time. So it wasn't exactly the worst thing I could do, hiring him without consulting her. Rank had a few privileges, after all.

This management stuff was tough. When I look back on everything we went through in that first six months at the Oasis, I have to laugh that I thought this was a rough patch. I hadn't seen shit yet.

Looking at the time, I cursed, then dropped the tablet on the kitchen island. I wanted to get there early, so I rushed out of my apartments and made my way downstairs to the Sports Book.

June is one of the best months for sports. There's a ton of stuff happening throughout the month -- the NBA finals, the Stanley Cup finals, baseball is in full swing, the Belmont Stakes had just been run two days before, the U. S. Open golf tournament was set to start in two weeks, Wimbledon in three, and the Summer Olympics were next month in Brisbane. But even with all those things happening, noon on a Tuesday was a dead time for live sports, so the TVs only had a handful of horse races live. The rest of the TVs showed recorded events, commentary and sports documentaries.

I wasn't too worried about what was on the screen. I was meeting Elijah to go over the new job, and I had arranged a live show for his benefit. I needed him to understand the vibe around the Elysium and what working for me was going to be like. If I scared him off today, it would save all of us a lot of time. I needed to be sure he could handle the kinds of things he was going to be seeing a lot if he spent any significant amount of time with me.

I knew my lifestyle wasn't for everybody. And it was hard to live at the Elysium and not be okay with a lot of sex. Now, granted, the Oasis wasn't going to be rebranded as a sex hotel -- I didn't want to compete with the Elysium -- but I certainly wasn't going to go out of my way to clamp down on public sex if the guests decided they were into it. This was 2032, after all. And while the roleplay style themes -- the Casablanca idea I'd been toying with -- were romantic, who knew where the guests would end up taking them? Besides, while Oasis Entertainment may have been a subsidiary of the Sinclair Group, it was still part of the Sinclair Family. And that meant he'd better get used to casual sex in the office if he wanted to work for us.

I waved at the bartender, a cute, short-haired brunette who I'd flirted with a few times but had never gone further with. She smiled and waved back.

"Hi Jack! What brings you in today?" she asked, as she dried glasses with a rough towel and replaced them in the racks in front of her.

"Meeting a new hire," I told her. "I don't see him yet, but I'm early, so let me get a Mic Ultra and I'll join you for a bit," I added, sidling up to the bar.

"Coming right up," she said.

I was about a quarter of the way through my beer when I saw Elijah step into the sports book. I waved to him, and he walked over.

I had a chance to take a good look at him, and I liked what I saw.

Elijah was tall and thin, his hair cut in a short taper fade with a sponge twist top. His skin was a light mocha brown, and he was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a white buttoned-down shirt. It was the same outfit he'd had on when I met him on Sunday. He needed a blazer to go with the look, but we could work on his fashion later. He smiled when he saw me, and the smile lit up his face.

I felt a stirring in my pants, but I forced it back down. Elijah was friend, not food -- we were going to work together, and while I'd fucked almost everybody that worked with or for me at this point, I didn't want to start our work relationship by coming on to him. Even I knew that was a bad idea. So I put those thoughts from my mind, even as I knew there would be sex involved in this interview -- just not between us.

The enthusiasm he had was palpable, and that made me happy. There's just something sexy about that kind of exuberance. I don't think I'd ever seen anybody this excited about starting a new job. He was only a handful of years younger than me, but the life experience I'd gotten, especially in the last six months, had aged me far beyond my nearly twenty-two years. There were times when I felt old as hell, even though I was barely out of my teens myself.

"Hey Jack!" He said, crossing the room over to me. I reached out my hand, and we shook, and I directed him to the bar stool next to mine. "Thanks for inviting me to lunch. This place is amazing!" He said, gesturing at all the TVs and the amphitheater style seating.

"This is one of my favorite places in the hotel. I'm an athlete--" I winced and corrected myself, "--used to be an athlete I mean, and being able to get a good meal, enjoy a drink and watch a ballgame and ... other things? Well, that's my definition of a good time. No beer for you though, young man," I waggled my finger at him.

He grinned back at me. "I know. I'm still just a kid. Never got the taste for alcohol, even though my brother has tried to get me to drink with him way too often," he said to me.

"How many siblings have you got?" I asked him. We settled right down into the getting to know you phase, and he explained his family situation -- his brother, his mother and his Dad in prison who he hadn't seen since he was a toddler. It was all matter-of-fact, and it was clear to me that he'd long since accepted who he was and where he came from.

A kid with an absent father and a doting mother. Where had I heard that one before? Granted, I didn't have any siblings, at least not until now, but his story could have been my own.

"What does your brother do?" I asked, taking a pull from my beer. The short-haired bartender had taken our food orders a few moments earlier, and we were waiting for two big cheeseburgers and fries. Elijah had asked for a Coke, and I was working on my second Mic Ultra.

"He's in construction," Elijah said. "And he's got some side hustles. He pulled me into one of them, but I didn't like it."

"What did he have you doing?"

Elijah hesitated, taking a sip from his drink. His body language had suddenly become cagey and uncomfortable, which was a complete 180 from how he'd been behaving before. That got me curious. "Hey, it's okay," I told him. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine -- I'm your boss, not your Dad. And don't worry, you've already got the job. Unless the background check comes back horribly bad," I said, trying on a half-grin and hoping that would put him at ease. The joke didn't land, apparently, and he got visibly more nervous.

"I've kept my nose clean ... mostly, I guess, except ... well, I mean ... it's just hard to explain," he said. At that moment, our burgers arrived, and he was saved from the question for a few minutes. I guess this gave him time to collect his thoughts because after he'd taken a bite of his burger, he began to tell me the whole story.

"I'm eighteen and I admit I've lived a pretty sheltered life. Momma didn't want me to end up like my father, and Curtis was already well on his way to following Daddy to prison. I was the baby of the family, and she was very protective of me. I didn't know anything about drinking or drugs or sex or any of that stuff," he said.

The sex and the drinking part didn't bother me, but the drug reference did. I started cursing my impetuosity. If this kid was caught up in drugs or something like that, I couldn't have him working at the Oasis. I was about to say something, but then he continued.

"I ain't a drinker and I hate drugs, won't have nothing to do with them," he said, and I felt my blood pressure start to return to normal. "And as for sex? I'm like every other dude my age, at least in inclination. Unfortunately, I've got a... deformity, I guess ... that makes it difficult. Curtis thought it was cool -- 'hey check out my brother the freak' -- thought it would help him make some money on the side, and so he got me into ... well ..." Elijah was babbling, and I could tell he was having a hard time trying to find the words to explain what his brother had gotten up to.

I also had no idea what he meant by a 'deformity' -- he didn't look deformed to me. In fact, I thought he was hot as hell, although a bit on the stringy side for my inclinations. I liked my men a little beefier. But he kind of reminded me of my stepbrother Miles, just younger, and I did enjoy Miles quite a bit.

"I don't understand what you mean," I said, looking at him closely. He was even cuter when he got flustered.

He sighed and tried to collect himself. He put a few fries in his mouth, chewed, and then sighed again.

"Sorry, this is just hard to talk about. It's embarrassing, honestly," he said, and he took another sip of Coke. He put his burger down, took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I tried to let him off the hook again. "Elijah, you don't have to tell me if it's that embarrassing. Like I said, you've already got the job. As long as you haven't killed anybody or been cooking meth in your bathtub, I think I can probably live with it, ok? It's not a big deal."

"No, Jack, I need to tell you this," he said. "It explains why I want this job so bad."

He took another deep breath and then recounted a remarkable tale about his brother's unregistered sex work, the couples they'd entertained, and their abortive attempts at turning Elijah into a cam star.

"Everything I was doing was for the money. I gotta get the hell out of West Las Vegas," he told me passionately. "I don't want to end up like my daddy, and I know there's a big world out there for somebody with ambition and brains. That's where I want to be. I'm tired of my brother taking advantage of me. It wasn't even that fun, honestly, because of my ... deformity."

"You keep saying that. You look perfectly healthy to me, dude," I told him. "What deformity?"

Elijah squirmed in his seat. "I've shared a lot today, Jack -- but I don't think I'm ready to go into that just yet. It's too ... personal. Is that okay?"

I held up my hands. The kid had been entirely forthcoming with me, and there would be plenty of time for us to get to know each other. I didn't need to know everything about his life immediately, no matter how burning my curiosity was. "Fair enough," I told him. "Hopefully you'll be comfortable enough in the future to tell me, but I'm not going to pry right now. You've already told me far more than you had to, although I'm not complaining," I said, smiling at him.

He was still noticeably shaken by the way the conversation had gone, so I clapped him on his shoulders. "Look, nobody is going to try to pimp you out here, unless you want to be," I continued. "I need an assistant, not a sex worker, although you're free to do whatever you want in your free time. Plenty of my friends, and some of my family, are in sex work and there's nothing wrong with it. But I know it's not for everybody," I told him.

"Thank, Jack," he said, trying on a small grin. We ate in silence for a while.

"Well, look at this," a voice said from behind us. "Two of the best-looking men I've seen in a long time, sitting together, sharing a meal!"

I grinned when I heard her voice, and turned to see Cassidy Cane, the Queen of Interracial Porn, walking towards Elijah and me.

Elijah turned and saw her, and when he did, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

Cassidy was in her late forties now, but the work she'd had done was significant, and she didn't look a day over thirty. Her long blonde hair fell in thick curls down to her waist. These were clearly extensions, because her hair was too bright blonde to be real. I knew from my Mom's experience that growing hair long was very hard to do with that kind of hair coloring.

Her breasts were enormous, and I knew from my own experience that they weren't the new kind of breast enhancement like Mom's, the kind that didn't leave scars or require significant surgery. Cassidy had been a top adult star for nearly thirty years at this point, and those bolt-ons had been part of her style for almost the entire length of her career. It was kind of a point of pride with her now, that she'd been enhanced far longer than most women, and her implants had long since paid for themselves.

I wondered why she hadn't had her old-style enhancements removed and gone with the new procedure, like Mom had, but I'd never bothered asking her. I liked her tits, regardless. Whether silicon enhanced or all natural they were amazing to look at and fun to play with. And besides how she looked, there was nobody I knew who could suck a dick like Cassidy Cane. Even Misaki, the Asian wonder, acknowledged Cassidy's primacy in the blowjob department. Cassidy was Avery's favorite porn star, and the anchor of my stepsister's new porn studio.

"Cassidy, I'd like you to meet my new friend, Elijah Wiley. Elijah is going to be working for me, as my new assistant when I take over the Oasis next week," I said. "Elijah, this is Cassidy Cane. You may recognize her," I said, laughing.

Elijah stuck out his hand, which Cassidy shook, giving him a cute laugh, bouncing up and down on her toes. In any normal woman that would have caused her breasts to jiggle enticingly, but Cassidy's boobs were so big, so heavy, and so well wrapped by her absurdly tight dress, they barely moved.

Her dress was beige, almost the same tone as Elijah's skin. If she'd been a little darker, it would have almost looked like she was naked, but her pale skin made just enough of a contrast with the color of the dress to stave off the appearance of being nude. The neckline was plunging, showing off a huge amount of cleavage, and the hem ended just at the bottom curve of her ass, showing off a pair of long legs that ended in expensive stiletto heels.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Cane," he said, recovering his composure. I couldn't tell if he knew who she was or not.

"And so well mannered!" She cooed, leaning over to give him a great view of her breasts. "I can already tell I'm going to like you, Elijah," she told him.

"Cassidy is an old friend," I told him, letting him off the hook. "She's one of the first porn stars I worked with when I got into the business a few months ago, and now she's headlining the interracial channel on The Coliseum, my stepsister Nyla's website through our porn studio, Elysium Productions," I explained. "I expect you'll get to know all these names very well as we work together."

"Oh! I thought you looked familiar!" Elijah said, standing up, like he was in the presence of royalty. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cane, I don't watch a lot of porn," he explained sheepishly. He looked at me sideways. "I didn't even know Jack was a porn star," he added.

I laughed, as Cassidy eyed him carefully. "A good-looking guy like you? I'm sure you don't have to," she laughed, prettily. "Got a girlfriend? Boyfriend? Both?"

Elijah laughed nervously. "No, no, none of that," he said. "I'm a bit shy, honestly," he told her.

Cassidy laughed as she stroked a finger down his face. "We'll have to help you get over that, won't we, Jack?" She said, looking at me and grinning.

"Only if he wants to," I told her. She was laying it on pretty thick, and I could see she was having an impact on the kid. I wasn't quite sure whether that was good or bad.

I was starting to think maybe this wasn't as good an idea as I thought it was yesterday. I'd asked Cassidy to put on one of her shows in the sports book, and I wanted Elijah to see it. The sooner I could get him acclimatized to what it was like to work for the Sinclair Group, the sooner he'd become a productive member of the team. Most of the other hires I was planning on making were friends or colleagues who already knew the drill at the company, and I wasn't concerned about them integrating. Elijah was the only real outsider I considered hiring, and I was taking a big chance on him. That's why I set up the show.

But now, knowing about his brother and hearing Elijah had some kind of 'deformity,' I was concerned I might be messing things up by introducing him to Cassidy and the Elysium in such a public way. And I really, really, didn't want to mess things up.

I couldn't put my finger on why, at the time. There was just something about this kid that I found compelling, and not just sexually. I had a gut feeling that he was going to be important, and I'd learned to trust my gut.

Looking back now, I thank God constantly that Elijah wandered into the Elysium that random Sunday, looking for his friend, and that he didn't run screaming after this lunch. He was the catalyst that unlocked most of the mysteries still swirling around me and he would become one of my closest friends and confidants. But all of that was in the future. Right now, he was just an awkward kid thankful for his first job. I had no idea what he would mean to me in the future. Nor did I have any inkling about what he was packing between his legs, which was a wonder in and of itself. 'Deformity' my ass! Elijah would be by my side for most of my failures, successes, and adventures throughout the years. He was, and still is, an amazing man.

But I'm getting ahead of myself again. Back to our story.

"Elijah, I'm about to do my show here in the Sports Book. I'd love it if you and Jack came down to watch," she said.

Elijah looked at me quizzically.

"So, a few months ago, Cassidy and I ... well, we started a thing here in the Sports Book. It's become pretty popular, and so we've made it a regular ... thing," I said. "Well, let me clarify. She's made it a regular thing. I haven't been involved in a few months. I do like to watch when I can, though," I grinned at him.

Cassidy pouted. "I miss your cock, Jack. You want to play today? I'd love it if you joined the boys," she told me.

"As much as I'd like that, Elijah and I still have some business to discuss. But we'll watch the show, sure," I told her. "You okay with that, Elijah?"

He looked over at Cassidy and then back to me. "I have no idea what you guys are talking about, but you're the boss, Boss, so if we're watching a show, we're watching a show."

"That's a great attitude," Cassidy said, teasingly. "Follow me, gentlemen. I'll make sure you get the best seat in the house."

Cassidy took both of us by the hand and led us down into the Sports Book's amphitheater seating. We headed down all the way to the bottom, where she sat us in two seats right in front of the open area that had been roped off. The roped off area included two black leather reclining seats, like were found in the rest of the amphitheater, as well as one large white leather couch. Unlike the rest of the seating, the two leather recliners and the couch faced away from the screens and towards the audience. There was a small gold sign on a stanchion beside the roped off area. The plaque had a Queen of Spades symbol on it, along with the words "Reserved for Cassidy Cane" in soft cursive writing. I hadn't seen that before, but I thought it was an elegant touch.

Elijah and I sat down as Cassidy opened up the roped off area and stepped in.

I could hear the crowd behind us begin to titter as they realized one of Cassidy's impromptu shows was about to begin.

"Jack, what kind of show is this?" Elijah asked me, as we settled into our seats.

"You said you don't watch a lot of porn," I began. "Do you have a problem with it?"

Elijah adjusted himself in his seat. "No, of course not. It's fine. I just ... well, I have always preferred to read rather than watch. But I don't have anything against watching," he told me. "I just don't do it very often. Why does that matter?"

"Because the show you're about to watch is a live sex performance," I told him. "Cassidy does these shows whenever the feeling hits her. Sometimes she'll even fuck guys from the audience. But mostly, she fucks a crew of sex workers we employ here at the hotel. We're well known for our interracial offerings, and we have a stable of men who cater to those preferences," I explained.

"For real?" Elijah said. I was concerned he'd be nervous, but he actually looked a little excited. "Like, she's going to have sex, right here, in front of us?"

"Right here, in front of us. You're okay with that?" I asked again.

"Yeah!"

I laughed and Elijah joined me. Whatever trepidations he had before were starting to melt away. That made me happy. I wanted him to be comfortable, and it looked like he was beginning to relax with me.

"Good. This is the kind of thing you're going to have to get used to, working for me. Let me know if it ever becomes too much, okay?" I rested my hand on his leg.

He looked down at my hand, then back up at my face. He got serious, then nodded at me. "I will, Jack. I promise."

I removed my hand and twisted back towards Cassidy, who was waving at someone behind us. Elijah and I both turned around and saw four members of the Elysium's Stable of Bulls marching down the aisle towards the roped off area. They were led by Antoine, my mom's new favorite Bull, and three other large Black men I didn't recognize.

"Oh man ... this is really happening!" Elijah said, almost in a whisper.

"Yes, my dude. It's really happening," I said, smiling broadly. We followed the men with our eyes, and they came up to Cassidy, one at a time, each giving her a hug and a kiss. Antoine grabbed one of her breasts as he kissed her and she giggled.

"Okay, everybody! Who wants to see a show?" Cassidy said, shouting to the crowd. There was a roar of approval, and I turned to see that many of the empty seats in the Sports Book had suddenly filled. It didn't take long for word that Cassidy was about to do a show to spread.

I grinned at Elijah, and we turned back towards the men and Cassidy.

Cassidy sat down on the edge of the couch, her hands in her lap, a small smile on her face. The four Black bulls arranged themselves behind the couch, staring down at her hungrily. It was a perfect replica of the old Piper Peri meme from when I was younger.

The audience clapped in recognition, and the book was filled with hoots and hollers. I laughed out loud, but Elijah didn't seem to get the joke. "I'll explain later," I told him. "Just watch."

The men quickly stripped off their Bull uniforms, which consisted of a black crew neck t-shirt and matching booty shorts, with the stylized Sinclair "S" logo on the breast.

There were oohs and ahhs as the men got naked, each of them sporting a semi-erect cock that looked immense. I knew these guys were all about the same size, and they weren't absurdly big - Antoine was average at best - but there was something about seeing so much black cock in one place, especially near Cassidy, that made them each look far bigger than they actually were.

As soon as they got within a few inches of Cassidy, she was on them. In a flash, she'd taken Antoine's cock in her mouth, and was jerking off two of the other guys with her hands. The odd man out, the biggest of all four of the guys, stood off to the side, slowly stroking his cock as he watched Cassidy work her magic.

Antoine reached down to caress Cassidy's tits through her dress, and after another thirty seconds or so of her blowing him, he pulled her to her feet, and with a quick move, lifted the tight, beige dress over her head. It got caught around her massive tits, but a few rough tugs managed to get it unstuck. Once it was off, Antoine balled the dress up and tossed it into the audience.

The crowd cheered loudly, and Cassidy's dress was caught by an older woman -- clearly cougar material -- who was sitting next to a far younger man. She whooped when she caught it, one-handed, earning her applause from the men and women seated around her.

Now nude, Cassidy sat back down on the edge of the couch and began to blow all four men in earnest. She rotated between all of the Bulls, jerking two off while sucking another, doing her best to make sure they all got plenty of attention. It wasn't long before all four guys had raging hard-ons, and Cassidy moved on to the next part of the show.

"I need some cock! Want to watch me fuck these guys?" She yelled to the crowd, trying to get them amped up.

I yelled as loudly as anybody else, urging her to fuck the men. She winked at me and smiled at Elijah, and I saw him grin back at her.

She positioned Antoine behind her and sank down onto his cock. Now that she had a cock in her pussy, she could handle the other three men. Now each cock was engaged -- two in her hands, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. I heard her groan, the sound a bit muffled by the big black dick she was sucking, and soon she was riding Antoine's cock for all she was worth.

"Wow," Elijah said, turning to me. "This is probably the hottest thing I've ever seen," he said.

"Feel free to jerk off, if you want," I told him.

"Oh, no ..." he said, laughing. "I don't think I could ever do that in public. I mean ..." he stammered.

I laughed at him and waved to the audience. "Trust me, you won't be alone if you did," I said. Already there were men with their cocks out, slowly stroking, and more than one woman had her hands between her legs, rubbing surreptitiously as they watched the show. "Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if we start seeing other shows popping up around the room. Always do," I added.

"Wow," Elijah said again. He turned back towards Cassidy, who was shrieking loudly as she bounced up and down on Antoine's stiff pole, the other three guys having taken a step back to let her get her freak on.

"Fuck my ass!" She yelled, crooking a finger at the biggest of the four black men. He retrieved a bottle of lube from a pouch on the side of the couch, smeared it on his cock and the handed it to the other two men who had been standing around watching and stroking as Antoine fucked Cassidy.

Cassidy stopped for a moment, standing up, and pulling Antoine to his feet. The big black guy who had lubed his cock up first sat down in Antoine's place, and Cassidy slowly, gingerly, lowered her sphincter onto the tip of his penis. Elijah and I watched as the tip disappeared into her asshole, and slowly the rest of it followed. Cassidy moaned in pleasure as the big black cock filled her completely. One of the other guys stepped up and lined his cock up with her pussy. Antoine turned to the crowd and started waving his hands, getting the audience to cheer and clap as Cassidy took the second cock, this one in her vagina, and the two men began to fuck her.

I looked over to see Elijah completely mesmerized. I don't think he'd ever seen a double penetration before, maybe not even in porn given how inexperienced he was. I saw him slowly stroking the inside of his left knee, which I thought was an odd thing to do at the time. He turned to look at me and quickly pulled his hand away.

"Ever seen anything like this?" I asked him quietly.

"No, never," he replied. "Not even in porn."

"You like it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I love it, Jack. This is amazing," he gushed.

I grinned at him, feeling a weight rising off my shoulders. I hadn't scared him off.

"I think you're going to fit in just fine here," I said. "You sure you don't want to jerk off? Do you mind if I do?"

He looked at me nervously, then looked over at Cassidy. She was still being plowed by the two men, her huge breasts heaving as the pair fucked her ass and pussy simultaneously. He looked back at me and nodded.

I didn't know exactly what the nod meant, but I assumed he was giving me permission. My cock was straining against the fabric of my khakis, and as soon as I worked my zipper down, it poked through, the head wet with precum. I gripped it with my right hand and slowly began to stroke myself, watching Cassidy and remembering what it had been like to fuck her right here those many months ago.

Even with all the noise of the sports book, the wet sounds of sloppy sex happening right in front of us, I still remember the sound Elijah's zipper made. I turned to look at him, licking my lips. I was looking forward to seeing what he was packing -- I had no idea whether he was bi or not, but I still enjoyed seeing a stiff cock, even if I couldn't touch it.

Elijah reached into the opening of his pants and began to pull. And pull. And pull. Eventually, Elijah's cock was free and I laid my eyes on it for the first time.

My mouth dropped to the floor.

"Oh. My. God," I heard. I looked over at Cassidy, who had been watching the whole time as Elijah and I had begun to take our dicks out. She stopped fucking the two men abruptly as she got her first view of Elijah's enormous member.

I looked at my new assistant with awe.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Cassidy couldn't believe what she was seeing. A hush fell over the rest of the Sports Book as people craned their necks to see what had stopped the show in mid-thrust. It just wasn't possible. This skinny teenager was sporting the largest cock any of us had ever seen.

"Elijah, you need to get over here, right now!" Cassidy demanded, pointing her finger directly at him.

I had seen that look in her eyes before. She saw something she wanted, and she was going to have it.

This live show was about to get a whole lot livelier.