Life in the Oasis Ch. 09

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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Tuesday midday, June 8, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

Elijah wasn't sure what he expected to happen at lunch with Jack, but it certainly wasn't this. Cassidy Cane stared at him, a hungry look in her eyes. He could feel the eyes of the entire Sports Book on him. He looked over at Jack, his new boss, who was sitting next to him with his cock in his hand, a stunned look on his face.

After a few heartbeats, Jack's expression shifted from stunned to bemused. He leaned in towards Elijah, who backed away slightly. He wasn't used to this kind of familiarity, especially not with somebody he'd be working for. But Jack didn't seem to notice.

"Dude. If you think that's a deformity, I can't imagine what you think when you look at the rest of us! Cassidy's waiting," he said, nodding towards her. "I would get over there before she drags you over by your cock."

Elijah looked at the beautiful porn star, nude in front of an entire amphitheater filled with people, surrounded by Black sex workers sporting hard-ons, and swallowed.

This was like something out of a dream. A wet dream, maybe. Could he do this? Perform in front of a crowd? Did he want to do this? He was so tired of all the sex games his brother had put him through. Had he just jumped from his brother exploiting him to some random white guy he didn't know doing the same thing?

Elijah hesitated. You could have heard a pin drop as the audience waited to see what he was going to do. Cassidy crooked her finger at him a second time and licked her lips.

If anybody can take my cock, it'll be a porn star who takes big black cock on the regular, Elijah thought to himself. This might be my only chance...

The thoughts swirled in his head as he remembered his brother's reaction the first time he'd seen Elijah's penis. He had instantly wanted to monetize it. Eli had gone along with it, largely to shut his brother up, and after that failed -- no one believed his cock was real, it had to be AI -- the jump to unsanctioned sex work was almost inevitable. That had failed, too, although most of that was because Curtis was a greedy prick. Elijah had almost sworn off sex, and this job offer from Jack Fisher had been a dream come true.

Now he was back in the same place he was before, just being the man on the end of an oversized phallus. Or was he?

Nobody was trying to make money off him here. It was the other way around, if anything. Jack had given him the job, basically told him there was no way he could lose it unless he failed the background check. Other than the sex work, Elijah knew he'd kept his nose clean, so he didn't think that would be a problem.

Elijah wasn't completely comfortable with the whole situation. He shifted in his seat, looked at Jack once more, and then over at Cassidy.

Then he stood up.

The crowd roared their approval, which made him smile. His confidence began to rise.

Then the heckling started.

The woman who had caught Cassidy's dress stood up and booed loudly. Heads turned to look at her, but she stood her ground. She was a good-looking older woman, bright red hair and breasts that had to be enhanced, given the unrealistic curve of her cleavage. The dress she was wearing was clearly designed for a less busty woman, as it was far too tight around her boobs -- a common issue amongst women who had undergone the modern, scarless enhancement surgery. Normally, most women wouldn't be caught dead in clothes that didn't fit, but Dikdok had made it a trend, a way for women to show off that they'd gotten the surgery -- and that they could afford it.

"This is such a set up," she yelled. "There is no way that kid's cock is real. It's fake!"

Elijah sighed. Here we go again, he thought. Just like with the cam shows.

"I'll be the judge of that," Cassidy yelled back. "Unless you want to try it yourself?"

"I do, actually," the woman said, and she jumped out of her row and barreled down the aisle. The much younger man she was with was grinning like an idiot, and she tossed Cassidy's beige dress to him as she passed.

Cassidy motioned to Elijah to keep coming over, which he did. Antoine, who was still stroking his hard cock, went over and unhooked the red velvet rope that sectioned Cassidy's couches from the rest of the Sports Book to let Elijah in. He was soon followed by the doubting redhead, who took the opportunity to pinch Antoine's ass as she passed, following Elijah into Cassidy's area.

Cassidy was still sitting on one of the bull's cocks, and he was slowly working it in and out of her asshole to stay stiff while the drama enfolded. The other bull, who had been fucking her pussy, had withdrawn and now stood to the side, next to the fourth bull who hadn't yet had a chance to wet his cock in any of Cassidy's holes. The three Black men slowly stroked themselves, their eyes riveted on Elijah as he stepped over to Cassidy.

Cassidy, a consummate tease, didn't immediately reach for Elijah's cock. The first thing she did was help him take his pants off. The khakis he wore were soon around his ankles, and she helped him out of his shoes before he took the pants completely off.

Jack watched as Cassidy swallowed, and he knew she was using all of her self-control not to grab onto Elijah and get a taste of him.

"Looks real," Cassidy said, eyeing him. "You must get all the ladies, packing this much meat," she said to him.

He shook his head. "Nope. Nobody believes it's real, like this lady doesn't," Elijah told her, jerking a thumb at the redhead who had just stepped up next to him. "And the ones that do are usually too scared to do much more than touch it. I've never met a woman yet who could handle me," he said, sighing.

"Wait, are you telling me ... you're a virgin?!" Cassidy said, her voice rising as she finished her sentence. Jack looked at Elijah and could tell he was blushing, even if the dark brown of his skin made the blush more difficult to see.

"Yes, ma'am," Elijah said. "Not for lack of trying, you know," he said. "Just like I said -- nobody can handle me."

The redhead scoffed. "Do you honestly expect us to believe that?" She told him, looking him up and down like he was a choice steak. "You're a handsome young man," she added, licking her lips. "I'm sure you'd get plenty of action if you just took that fake cock off and used your real one," she added pointedly.

"Well, there's one way to settle this. You all want me to play with Elijah's cock?" Cassidy said, calling out to the crowd.

"YES!"

The crowd's enthusiastic response brought a smile to Cassidy's lips. Even the doubting redhead had joined them in shouting their affirmation.

"Well, I do like to please a crowd!" Cassidy said, and she reached out and took Elijah's cock into her hands. She needed both to grip it, and there was plenty of meat left over. She began to stroke him gently, and Jack watched, astonished, as Cassidy's hands helped bring Elijah to full erection. He had no idea how the kid could even get it up, he was so large. But he could and he did, and Cassidy stared at it, hypnotized.

"Oh my God, this is totally real," she breathed. "I almost didn't believe it myself. I can feel his heart beating!"

The crowd cheered loudly. Cassidy turned to the redhead. "You want to confirm it?"

"Don't mind if I do," the redhead said, getting down on her knees beside Cassidy and the bull who was still buried deep inside Cassidy's ass.

Cassidy pointed Elijah's stiff prick at the redhead, who took it in both of her hands, and began to slowly stroke it. Jack watched as Elijah closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was proud of the kid. It took a special kind of man to be able to perform in front of an audience like this, Jack knew. And this kid had done it, and without the crutch of a dick pill. At least, as far as he knew.

"Holy shit," the redhead said, as her hands worked Elijah's cock. "It's real. It's totally real!" She said. She leaned in, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and took as much of Elijah's cock into her mouth as she could. That wasn't much -- the head and maybe an inch of shaft was as much as she could take. Elijah groaned and threw his head back, savoring the feel of the redhead's mouth on the end of his dick.

It felt good, but this wasn't anything Elijah was unfamiliar with. A few of the tricks he and his brother had turned -- he didn't really know what else to call them -- had gotten this far. It was about the same as any other time, and a piece of him began to doubt that this public sex was actually going to turn out the way he hoped it would.

"Okay, you've had a chance to see for yourself," Cassidy said. "Let me distract you with one of the bulls, because this one is mine," she purred, tugging one of the well-hung black men over. He wasted no time undressing the redhead, who didn't fight or complain, pulling her down onto his lap as he took a seat on the couch next to Cassidy.

The redhead gasped as her empty pussy was suddenly filled to capacity by a big black cock, the other three men moving around behind Cassidy to watch as she reached over and began to play with Elijah's mammoth member.

"This is too good to be true," she whispered. "And you're going to be working for Jack? So I can have you whenever I want?"

Elijah just nodded, his mouth suddenly dry.

Cassidy's mouth, on the other hand, was not. She opened it to slide Elijah's prick inside. Unlike the redhead, who was, at best, a gifted amateur, Cassidy Cane had been sucking dicks of various sizes for her entire adult life. Hundreds, if not thousands, of men could boast of having gotten off by her mouth and millions more could say the same watching her. Elijah knew that men the world round had spilled gallons of jizz watching Cassidy service people of every color, race and ethnicity, male and female, in the porn business. And now, as Elijah looked down, he got to watch her mouth work its magic on him.

And Cassidy did not disappoint. The queen of interracial porn sucked Elijah's cock like no one else ever had. Not only could she get more of it in her mouth than any other woman, her technique was perfect. She was using both hands, her mouth and her tongue to massage, tug, and fondle every part of Elijah's anatomy within reach. He'd never felt anything like it.

"Cassidy, you keep that up and I'm going to cum in your mouth," he said, sighing, a small smile on his face. The bulls behind her grinned, jerking off while they watched the master at work.

Jack observed all of this, his own cock in his hand, harder than he could ever recall being without Avery or Eva being present. Alone, he would have considered the four Black men around Cassidy to be well-endowed. Maybe not Antoine, whose penis was long but far thinner than the other bulls. He'd seen Antoine up close and personal and knew he was all about anal, where a less girthy, more average-sized penis was prized. But the other three could easily have been porn stars -- probably were -- and yet compared to Elijah they all looked like tiny. Maybe not tiny, to be fair, but they lost whatever glamor it was that made their dicks appear larger than they actually were. It took seeing a real massive cock in the hands of a woman who had seen cocks of every shape and size to make them look average.

It was a huge turn on. Jack started to wonder what it would be like to play with a cock that large, what it would feel like in his hands and in his mouth ... a piece of him wondered what it would feel like in his ass, but he knew there was no way he could take a cock that size, given he'd never taken one before at all. He was a pitcher, not a catcher. But there was something about seeing Elijah in action that awakened the desire, and Jack knew his curiosity was only going to grow.

Cassidy moaned loudly, her mouth completely stuffed with as much of Elijah as she could get in. Her hands were dancing on her clit, her breasts -- the equivalent of Elijah's cock as breasts went -- were heaving, and Jack could see the crowd was loving it. A few of the couples were fucking in the rows behind him, reverse cowboy so both partners could continue to watch the show. Most of the men had their dicks out -- and one of the ladies in a pretty pink dress had her cock out as well, which made Jack smile. Some of the women were rubbing themselves, others just watching in quiet admiration.

"I need you inside me," Cassidy said loudly. Elijah's eyebrows shot up.

"For real?" he asked quietly. Jack heard him, but he didn't think many in the crowd could have.

"For real," Cassidy nodded, grinning. She leaned back all the way on the couch, throwing her arms to the side, her left arm around the bull sitting next to her, as the redhead kept bouncing up and down on his cock like a woman possessed. Cassidy spread her legs, throwing one over the redhead's, and the other over the arm of the couch, her pussy gaping lewdly at Elijah, the bright black of a freshly renewed temporary Queen of Spades tattoo staring up at him from above her fully engorged clit. "Fuck me, Eli," she begged. "I need that cock in my pussy!"

Elijah spat on his hand and moistened his glans, then lined it up with her pussy. Jack leaned closer in his seat, trying to get the best view that he could. He held his breath.

There was no way that cock can fit inside a woman, he thought. It was just too big.

"Give it to me! Fuck me!" Cassidy urged. "Fill me up! Push until you can't anymore!" she cried.

Elijah did as he was told, and Jack watched, mesmerized, as his huge cock began to disappear inside Cassidy.

"Oh, it's so big!" She shouted, mostly for the audience, who was eating it up. There was scattered applause as Elijah buried his cock head into Cassidy.

It was Elijah turn to be surprised. Looking down, he watched as the impossible happened.

He was finally fucking a woman. He had only been sexually active a short time, but his fear that he'd never have a healthy sex life because of his size had consumed his every waking thought for weeks. But that fear was gone. That overwhelming sense of inadequacy, of being too different, had lifted.

He was normal. He could have sex just like anybody else. Well, maybe not just like anybody else. After all, it had taken finding one of the most storied porn stars in the country to make his dream a reality. But his dream had finally come true.

He wasn't a virgin anymore. And there were hundreds of people who got to witness it. The feeling of all those eyes on him, a feeling he never expected to feel, sent a thrill through him.

He felt his cock pulse, which in turn made Cassidy scream with pleasure. The thrill slowly became a triumphant feeling, one that flowed through him like water from a burst dam. A wave of confidence followed it, erasing the self-doubt that had been eating away at him for the last month, ever since he graduated and was suddenly thrust into a sexual world he'd never really known existed. All the failures with the women on the apps or the cam show were forgotten. They didn't matter anymore -- he'd fucked a woman. And not just any woman, either. Cassidy Fucking Cane.

He had gotten about halfway inside her when he knew he couldn't go any further. He didn't want to hit her cervix. Even stopping short, he was still amazed at how much of him he'd managed to get inside Cassidy. No one had ever come remotely close to taking so much of him.

"Fuck me, Elijah, fuck me!" She urged, panting. He reached down and felt her breasts, an equally new experience for him. He'd never felt the old-fashioned style of enhancement. It felt odd to him, like two big flesh covered gummy bears. He was intrigued, but those feelings were overshadowed by the knowledge was inside Cassidy, and he was expected to do something with it.

He began to withdraw slowly until he was almost out of her, then he slid his cock back in. Cassidy closed her legs slightly, letting her control how deep he could go. Now that she'd felt him, had gauged how much she could handle, she nodded her head at him, silently begging him to pick up the pace.

He did, and soon his massive cock was sawing in and out of her pussy. Jack smiled, his breathing returning to normal. He continued to stroke his cock, unconsciously timing his strokes to match Elijah's pace with Cassidy.

The three other bulls decided they'd had enough watching. They let Cassidy and Elijah be, focusing their attention on the older redhead. She soon found herself confronted with three more black cocks to compliment the one she'd been fucking. She immediately grabbed two of them while sucking on the third, and the crowd now had competing shows to watch.

On the left, Cassidy, with her gravity defying breasts, was fucking Elijah, owner of the biggest dick anybody in the room had ever seen. And on the right, the random doubting redhead, just a regular Elysium guest, in a gangbang with four professional studs as her partner watched. He was jerking off like all the other men in the room.

There wasn't a better advertisement for the Elysium than this, Jack knew. He looked around at the faces of the people in the crowd, and there wasn't a person there who would ever forget watching Cassidy fuck Elijah.

Nobody had to pay extra for it, it wasn't scripted or planned, it was just the kind of thing you could expect to happen in this hotel. You couldn't pay for a better story.

Part of it made Jack envious. He wanted people to feel about the Oasis the way they were feeling right now about the Elysium. How could he replicate this kind of emotion in his hotel?

While his eyes were locked on the scene in front of him, his brain started going into overdrive, as he thought about work, about the hotel, about the daunting task of turning it around, a task that was moving ever closer to reality. He felt his cock begin to wilt, and he knew he wasn't going to cum watching Elijah and Cassidy now. The stress was mounting again, looming large over his thoughts, and it had sapped all of his amorous desires. He stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up, as he tried to forget about work for a while.

Cassidy fucked Elijah for another fifteen minutes. They switched positions a few times, Cassidy bending over the couch and letting Elijah fuck her doggystyle. That had been a bit dangerous as she wasn't as able to control how far in he went, and he'd bumped her cervix painfully twice before she gave up on it and sat on top of him instead.

The redhead had swapped partners a few times, and by the time Cassidy was ready to wrap up the show, the redhead had cum at least twice, her screams ringing throughout the auditorium and drawing more people in from the casino floor. The screams brought them in, but the spectacle of watching Elijah's massive cock and Cassidy Cane was what kept them there.

Cassidy snapped her fingers, and the four men lined up in front of the two women, stroking their cocks. Elijah took a step back and let the pros do their business. After a few minutes of furious stroking, Antoine shot his load, hitting the redhead in the neck and then turning to pump at Cassidy, landing a few drops on her tits. One after another, the bulls finished, grunting and groaning as they did.

The other men stood back, giving Elijah some room. Cassidy and the doubting redhead were both glazed with the four men's jizz. Elijah was the last man standing, so to speak, and he worked his cock with both hands as he felt himself push closer and closer to an epic orgasm.

Cassidy grinned at him, scooping a bit of semen from her face and putting it in her mouth, before reaching over to pull the redhead onto her lap and kissing her. "Give it to us, Elijah," Cassidy said in a mock whisper, breaking off her cum swapping session with the other woman. Her voice was barely loud enough for Jack to hear from the first row. "Cover us with your cream," she begged. The redhead nodded her head vigorously, as if to second Cassidy's demand.

The crowd had gotten quiet, and the sounds of the televisions and the buzz of activity from the rest of the casino barely registered in Jack's ears.

Elijah stroked his cock faster and faster, looking down at Cassidy and her enormous breasts, watching as the redhead squeezed them, tweaking her nipples and nuzzling at Cassidy's neck, both of them wet with the cum of four other men. It was the most erotic thing that Elijah had ever seen, and he knew he couldn't last much longer.

"I'm going to cum," he said, panting. The two women perked up, moving their faces closer to Elijah's cock, and opening their mouths, their tongues sticking out lewdly, waiting for Elijah's load.

The crowd watched, riveted, as Elijah grunted loudly once and then twice, as cum began spurting from the end of his cock. It was the biggest money shot anybody in the room had ever seen, as rope after rope of jizz spat from the end of Elijah's penis, covering Cassidy and the redhead even more completely than the accumulated cum from the other four men had. By the time Elijah finished, dropping his cock to let it dangle between his knees, the two women were a gooey mess. The crowd erupted in cheers again, clapping and whistling for Elijah as Cassidy and the redhead gave each other one last cummy kiss. The redhead had to wipe her eyes to open them, and Cassidy began laughing like she'd just won the lottery. The amount of cum he'd produced as almost as startling as the size of his cock.

Jack was on his feet applauding, and he was soon joined by the rest of the Sports Book as well as by the dozens and dozens more people who had heard the sounds of sex and had made their way over to watch the show from the back of the room and down into the aisles. It was a standing ovation, and Elijah looked around, stunned, as he listened to the crowd roar out his name.

Jack continued to cheer, watching with unfeigned pleasure as his new assistant soaked up the adoration of the crowd.

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Monday afternoon, July 25, 1983

Yavapai County Medical Examiner's Office, Prescott, Arizona

"I'm sorry, but Doctor Keen isn't available," the secretary told Sal Pacelli as he waited patiently in the lobby of the Medical Examiner's office. "He's on vacation this month. Dr. Kuttenberg is on duty today."

"That's fine, Miss. I just need to talk to the examiner who is handling the Romano case," Sal told her. He took a seat in one of the ancient looking chairs in the lobby -- it didn't seem to get a lot of use -- and waited. He fought the urge to pull out a cigarette.

The Yavapai County Medical Examiner's office was a tiny space, two stories of whitewashed stucco office building near the Courthouse in Prescott. He'd asked for the Chief Medical Examiner, one Dr. Phillip Keen -- he'd seen the name on the door outside -- and found Keen was out of town.

It didn't matter to Sal who he met with, as long as he met with whoever was handling Victor's wife's case. The cops were taken care of -- the Deputy Sal had blackmailed and then bribed had done exactly as he'd been told, and Sal had a fresh copy of the police report in his briefcase, written up precisely as he'd explained.

All he needed now was the ME's office to sign off on the death certificate, and he could get back to Vegas, get Sally's new documents, and then get Victor and Sally out of Nevada and over to Italy as soon as possible.

He had considered taking them out of Phoenix -- limiting the amount of time they'd be seen in Vegas was of paramount importance -- but he had to go to Vegas anyway to get Sally's new birth certificate and passport, and Romano needed to get his own documents, as well. And McCarran Airport had better flights to Florence than Phoenix did, regardless.

Sal tapped his foot impatiently and then pulled out a packet of cigarettes. He lit up, earning himself a dirty look from the secretary, but she didn't tell him to put it out. There was a tall, standing ashtray in the waiting area, but it looked like it hadn't been used in a long, long time.

Twenty minutes later, a short, round man in a white lab coat toddled into the waiting room. The secretary nodded towards Sal, and the doctor crossed the room with his hand outstretched.

"Mister... Pacelli is it? I am Heinz Kuttenberg," the medical examiner said. "I am the Assistant Medical Examiner. I understand you are here about the Romano case? Are you here to identify the body?"

Sal nodded. "Yes," he said. Internally, his stomach did a flip-flop. He was glad he'd skipped lunch now. He wasn't normally squeamish, but his body was still recovering from a weeklong bender, and what he craved now, more than anything, was a drink. The idea of looking at whatever was left of Elizabeth Romano wasn't appealing to him, but he needed to get this doctor alone.

"What is your relationship to the deceased?" Doctor Kuttenberg asked. He had a slight accent, German apparently from the lilt, and his thick glasses and portly build made him look like a caricature of a mad scientist.

"I'm her attorney," Sal said smoothly.

"Ah, yes. Follow me," Kuttenberg said.

All unattended deaths in Yavapai County ended up here for autopsy. Homicide, accidents, lone deaths where the victim wasn't discovered for days, they all ended up on the cold, stainless steel tables in the ME's office. Sal had been in more than a few in his days, from the big city ones where bodies were stacked up like cordwood in the hallways and overflowing examination rooms, to ones even smaller than this. The chemical smells of formaldehyde and bleach filled his nostrils and made him wish he'd had time for another cigarette.

The doctor escorted him down the central hallway, past a handful of offices, to the main examination room. Along one wall was a row of freezers, each square holding the remains of a single individual. There were two large tables in the center of the room, and both appeared to be filled. One was full sized, covered in a blue sheet. The table had a similar sized sheet, but the sheet covered a tiny mound.

Sal looked at it closely. Doctor Kuttenberg followed his eyes. "Sad case," he said. "An infant, not a month old. Left in the desert. I have done thousands of autopsies in my career, both here and back in Vienna," he expounded, as Sal realized the accent was Austrian, not German. "Most don't bother me, but the little ones? They are still difficult," he shook his head. Sal noticed moisture collecting in the corner of the man's eyes.

"Horrible," Sal said. "I'm sorry to hear it."

Sal was anything but sorry. His heart was racing, and he whispered a silent thanks to God, fate, Lady Luck and everyone else he could think of. A Jane Doe female infant? He couldn't have asked for a better cover, couldn't have dreamed it was even possible. It was a shame this child had died, but her death was going to save another baby girl's life. Assuming Sal could work his magic once again.

"And, of course, with one so young, we have no way to identify her. Baby Jane is how she'll be remembered," Doctor Kuttenberg lamented. "But no matter. Here is Mrs. Romano," he said.

Sal watched as the doctor tried to regain his composure. He appreciated the man's empathy, even if he had none of his own to share. The dead child was a boon for his client and that's all he cared about. He logged away the doctor's emotion, knowing he could use it in the coming negotiation. After a moment, he stepped forward, following the doctor to the second examination table.

"I spoke with her husband at the hospital, just came from there actually," Sal told the examiner. "I know given the accident that it would likely be difficult to identify the body, but he told me that she wore a platinum wedding band on her left hand, along with a two-carat diamond engagement ring, and she was wearing a gold bracelet on her left arm," Sal explained. "He'd like those back, of course," Sal added coldly. The doctor sniffed, then nodded.

Kuttenberg crossed over to the left side of the body and slowly lifted the sheet. Sal was standing across from him and thus was spared having to look at the corpse. He knew it would be shriveled and burned, along with who knew what else from the explosion. He swallowed, feeling the flood of saliva in his mouth and a metallic taste, soon followed by a wave of nausea.

"Based on that information, I am confident we can positively identify this body as Elizabeth Romano," Doctor Kuttenberg declared.

"Have you determined a cause of death yet?"

"I have not yet performed the autopsy. I was waiting on the identification and the police report. And I spent most of the morning with ..." and the doctor gestured to the other table.

"I understand. I have a copy of the police report here. If we could go to your office, I can let you look at it. I also have a few things I'd like to discuss with you."

Sal gave the room one last look as he followed Kuttenberg to his office. He sighed and looked at his watch. It was just after two in the afternoon.

With any luck, he'd be back in Vegas by supper.

* * *

Tuesday night, June 8, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

The word about Elijah's 'deformity' -- I laughed every time I thought about him calling his giant cock a deformity, and I'd started using the term in my head -- spread throughout the Elysium. When Cassidy and the doubting redhead did their proud walks of shame through the casino floor to the elevators, it had caused a minor sensation. It didn't take long before the folks in the Sports Book fanned out, telling friends and other patrons about the incredible sights they'd seen earlier in the day.

"How's it feel to be famous?" I asked him, as I gave him a tour of the hotel. This was partially to set him at ease, and partially to get him away from the casino floor before he was mobbed by desperate cougars all itching to get a look at his penis.

"Stop it, Mr. Fisher," Elijah said laughing, punching me playfully in the arm. "I ain't famous. It'll take more than a couple hundred people to make me famous," he said.

"This is how it starts, broski. You can bet at least a few people in there had their phones with them, and it won't be long before those videos go viral. So many phones with different angles all showing the same thing?" I shook my head as we walked along the promenade of the shopping level, two floors above the main casino. "You'd need a Hollywood caliber AI to pull that shit off. People are going to actually believe it's real, and they're going to want to know who you are."

I saw Elijah turn as pale as his dark skin would allow, and he slapped a hand to his forehead. "Holy shit. I didn't even think about that. I thought ..."

"What? That the Sports Book was private? You just fucked a pornstar and a random woman in front of hundreds of people. Of course a few of them had phones," I said pointedly. "What's the issue?"

"What's my momma gonna say?" Elijah said, worrying.

"Well, hopefully she's not like mine," I told him, laughing. "If she is, she'll be first in line to ride that pony."

"Wait, what?" Elijah looked at me sideways. "Are you for real?"

"Unfortunately," I told him. "I don't know if there's a word for it, but my mom's deep in some kind of reverse Oedipus complex. Sol, my stepfather, seems to think it's because I remind her of my dad so much, but Mom has let loose her inner slut over the last year and maybe she just likes breaking taboos, even though there are so few left these days," I went on.

We had stopped in midstride, and while a few of the patrons gave us dirty looks, soon the crowd wandering around the shopping area was flowing past us like we were two rocks in the middle of a roaring river.

"How does that make you feel?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "At first it kind of turned me on. But as time went on, and once I got with Avery, I felt like it wasn't something I wanted to pursue. She still does. I'm hoping getting married to Sol will have toned things down with her, but we'll see," I said. I looked at my watch. It was almost nine and while the crowds were still out in force, I could see the various retailers starting to prep for closing time. There were a handful that were twenty-four hours, including most of the eateries, but the high-end stores all closed at nine.

I turned and we start walking again.

"When do I get to meet them?" Elijah asked me.

"They should be back from Switzerland in a few days, I think. I would have expected them to want a longer honeymoon, but I guess they can go anywhere they want whenever they want, so it's not as big a deal to them as it would be to me or somebody else," I continued.

We walked on in silence for a bit longer, as I tried to figure out where to take him next. The Fields would be closing. Ciel Bleu was probably hopping and I knew Noctis would be as well. It was a Tuesday night, so Vespers was closed. The gym was likely open. There was a convention in town that was taking up most of the convention center, so I figured that was probably not the best place.

"Uh, sir?" Elijah said tentatively. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he had a question his was uncomfortable asking. I assumed it was about incest or sex or something, since that's what we'd been talking about.

"Something troubling you?" I replied, turning to look at him.

"Yeah ... I mean," he started to stammer.

I put my hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "You don't have to worry -- I'm not going to bite your head off. Ask me anything, okay? We're going to be working together and you're going to see me at my best and my worst, so there might as well be no secrets between us."

"Well, see, after the thing with my brother, I kind of don't want to go home," Elijah said. "You have any idea where I can stay for a while?"

I looked at him like he'd just fallen off the turnip truck.

"Uh, you're in a hotel, dude," I said waving my arms around. "You need a room, let's go get you a room," I said.

"I don't think I can afford this place, Mr. Fisher! I mean, I don't want to spend the money you gave me. I'm trying to save that for school," he added quickly. "I know that probably sounds greedy, but..."

I laughed. "No dude, I get it. It's fine. Let's go downstairs and see what we can find for you."

I took him down to the lobby, where we'd first met just a few days ago, even though it felt like weeks. I was hoping Misaki was going to be working at the front desk, but she wasn't there. All of the hotel staff were male, and none of them were my type, sadly.

I asked one of them to get Elijah a room for the night -- I figured we'd arrange for something else longer term later.

The staffer nodded at my request and began typing. And typing. And typing. After a few minutes, I was getting impatient. "What's the problem?" I asked, trying to look over the counter at the screen, which was at an angle that made it near impossible for me to see without actually stepping behind the desk.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fisher, but we are completely booked," the staffer said. I could see the worry lines on his forehead. "I'm trying to see if there's anything anywhere, but between the Sinclair wedding, and now this convention, we've booked all of the guest rooms, all the VIPs suites and even the Presidential suite. Senator Bentley is staying there while in town for the wedding," he noted. I put that little fact into my brain for later -- Avery had wanted me to meet with her to work on getting an endorsement for her campaign. I resolved to go see her in the morning.

"Okay, don't worry about it," I told the guy behind the desk. "I'll figure something out," I told him.

Elijah looked over at me, a frown on his face. "I'm sorry, sir. Maybe I should just go home and hope Curtis has a late night," he said.

"No, I don't need you worrying about all that garbage. We can't have someone as famous as you turned away from the Elysium," I added, with a grin. Elijah rolled his eyes. "I've got some space upstairs. Hopefully the girls won't be put out having to share."

"Girls?" Elijah looked at me funny.

I smiled back at him. "This is the Elysium, my friend. Better get used to unconventional things around here."

As the words left my mouth, I heard the unmistakable sound of female voices, one of them raised in a moan of pleasure. I looked around, trying to find the source. I pulled Elijah along with me. "You hear that?"

"Yeah, sounds like somebody's watching a porno with the sound up," Elijah said. Then he coughed. "Not that I would know, or anything."

I looked at him sideways as we headed out onto the casino floor. "We've got to get you out of your shell, bro," I told him. "Then again, who needs porn when you stay here?"

The moans and groans got louder, and soon we had found our way over to Noctis, which seemed to be the source of the sound. I considered for a moment how loud the women must have been for the sound to carry all the way across the casino floor to the lobby, but I had noticed over the last year that the Elysium's acoustics were interesting and not always predictable. The sounds got louder, but not ridiculously so.

"What's all this?" Elijah asked as we got closer.

A chunk of Noctis -- part of the lesbian section, if I wasn't mistaken -- appeared to be roped off, and there were a handful of female Elysium Productions staffers milling about, their black outfits setting them apart from the rest of the casino goers.

"Good question," I said. As we got closer to the cordoned off area, I recognized my girlfriend's mother, Ainsley Locke, who was staring into one of the privacy booths in Noctis off the main floor. The booth was bathed in light from a handful of large, tripod mounted spotlights, and there were three 16k camera crews filming. "Looks like someone's shooting a scene," I added.

A small crowd had formed around the cordoned off area, but I used my size and my notoriety around the hotel to elbow my way to the front, getting as close to Ainsley as I could. As Elijah and I stepped through to the front, Ainsley whispered a few things to one of the camera crew, who stepped to the right and leaned in. The sounds of sex were unmistakable.

After turning away from the camera crew, Ainsley saw me, and a bright smile burst onto her face. She crossed to the cordon, lifted one of the ropes, and gave me a big hug.

"Jack! It's so good to see you!" she whispered fiercely.

"Good to see you too, Ainsley. I didn't realize you were back from your trip to LA," I told her. Then I shook my head. "We saw Cassidy this afternoon, but I didn't but two and two together to realize you both were back from scouting. Find anything good?"

Ainsley laughed and touched my arm. I felt a bit of a thrill go through me -- Ainsley was beautiful, almost as beautiful as her daughter, and we'd had some fun together back in Washington. It had been months since we'd fucked, and I was feeling the itch, to be honest. But she was clearly working, so I kept it in my pants.

"You tell me," she said, lifting the rope and gesturing for me to enter.

"Elijah, come with me," I said, motioning to him.

"And who is this?" Ainsley said, turning to eye the young Black man carefully. She said it with curiosity in her voice, and something in the way she looked at him made me think that she might have had a conversation with Cassidy after our appearance at the Sports Book hours earlier.

"I'm Elijah Wiley, ma'am," he said. "I'm Mr. Fisher's new assistant," he added.

"So formal! Is this the one ...?" Ainsley said, resting a hand on Elijah's chest. "Cassidy didn't tell me how cute you were," she added.

I was blown away. Less than a year ago, Ainsley had been a timid, sheltered dentist, still reeling from the damage done to her and her family by her pedophile ex-husband. Today, she was a sexy, confident cougar, who looked ready to pounce on my assistant, a man who was a third her age.

"This is the one," I said, laughing. "He's with me."

"Let me know what you guys think," Ainsley said, bringing us within sight of the scene being filmed.

We looked over the camera crew's shoulders at the scene before us. The table in the privacy booth had been removed to give the actors a little more room, which they needed. There were three of them.

Sitting in the center of the booth was a dark-skinned woman in a tight, leopard print dress. The hem of the dress was around her waist, and the top had been partially pulled down. One of her breasts was free, the other still barely covered by the fabric. She had short, wavy black hair in a layered bob that framed her face and covered her left eye -- with that look, she could have walked straight out of a 1940s Film Noir flick. Her breasts were just large enough to fit in my hand, and they matched her sleek frame. Her head was thrown back and it was her moans we had heard from across the lobby.

While she looked amazing, my eyes were drawn to the two women she was with. One was sitting next to her, massaging the breast freed from the leopard print, and nuzzling the Black woman's neck. The other was between her legs, going to town on her clit, working two fingers in and out of her vagina slowly.

"Are they..." I asked, looking closely. The two women, both blondes, both with shoulder length hair pulled back into ponytails, and both completely nude, looked eerily similar.

"Twins? Yes, they are," Ainsley said, a small grin on her face. "These three are my biggest new stars, fresh from the fleshpots of southern California. The Black woman is Noelle Blake, and the two twins are Hailey and Hannah Ashmore," she explained. "I found all of them doing amateur cam shows."

"Wow," was all I could say. The twins were beautiful -- they were thin and lithe, with small breasts and tight bodies that reminded me quite a bit of Chloe Taylor, one of my stepsister's entourage, the girl who looked perpetually 18, despite being in her thirties. They were pure girl-next-door types, and seeing them fucking a clearly older and more experienced woman was a big turn on.

Ainsley waved her hands at the trio, and Noelle stood up, shimmying out of the leopard print dress, which she tossed to her right and out of the frame of the shot. She pulled the two twins to their feet, and began to kiss them, first the twin on her right, and then the twin that had been between her legs.

I felt a kernel of hot desire in my stomach. I knew where I wanted this to go, but I wasn't sure what kind of scene Ainsley was shooting. This was the lesbian area of Noctis, but I had no idea if that was because this was a lesbian scene for The Coliseum website, or if this was just the most convenient filming area in the bar. I did note that Elijah and I were the only men around, besides the folks in the crowd behind the roped off cordon -- the camera crew Ainsley had working was entirely female.

"What kind of scene is this?" I whispered to Ainsley, my mouth dry. I looked over at Elijah and I could see him fidgeting as he stood next to me. It was clear he was enjoying the show as much as I was.

Ainsley grinned. "What does it look like?" she asked me, playfully.

"It looks like a standard lesbian threesome," I told her. "Is this for the Sappho channel?"

Sappho was the channel on the The Coliseum website devoted to lesbian sex.

Ainsley shook her head. "No, this is for Familia."

I sucked in a breath. "Are the twins actually twins?"

"Yes," Ainsley said. "They're sisters. Isn't it obvious?"

What had already been a hot threesome suddenly was something far more. My brain was working overtime while my cock wanted to bust through my pants.

"Wait, hold on. Are you telling me..." I began.

At that moment, Noelle broke off her kiss with the twin who had been between her legs. I didn't know which was which, but I just decided to call the one on the left Hannah and the one on the right Hailey in my head. Hopefully I guessed right.

Hannah hesitated for a moment after she backed away from Noelle's face and turned to look at her sister. The words I'd been speaking to Ainsley died on my lips, as I saw her lean in and kiss her sister. This was not a chaste kiss. It started small, just a brushing of the lips, but after a few moments it had blossomed into a full, French kiss, with lips and tongue and the two women were clearly enjoying themselves.

Noelle smiled broadly, as did Ainsley, as I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.

"Holy shit," I breathed. Elijah was stunned, his mouth open in shock. I reached over and gently pushed up on his chin to close his mouth. It was amusing, seeing Elijah as stunned by the twins kissing each other as people had been seeing his monster cock in the Sports Book this afternoon.

Familia was the incest/taboo channel on The Coliseum website. I/T was one of the top porn categories these days, but it was all simulated. There were still plenty of laws against incest around the country, even if those laws were starting to look and feel archaic. You all are well aware of the situation with incest in Las Vegas if you've been reading my memoirs, so I won't bore you by repeating myself with all the legalities.

That being said, while incest wasn't quite as taboo as it had been, and we were just a few months away from what looked to be the first repeal of a criminal incest statute in America, it was still forbidden in most places, and you certainly couldn't market porn of it. I couldn't believe what I was watching. What the twins were doing wasn't strictly illegal, but it got as close to the line as you could get.

"How are you going to use this?" I said to Ainsley.

She held up a finger to me, and I stopped talking.

All of us stood watching the threesome as they continued their play.

The twins began to hug each other, rubbing their nubile bodies together, while Noelle rubbed their backs and supervised. After a few moments, the twins broke apart, and they laid Noelle back onto the long seat in the booth, with Hannah cradling Noelle's head as she sat behind her, and Hailey crawling between Noelle's legs. Hannah spread Noelle's pussy before Hailey, resting her head on top of Noelle's, and watched as her sister began to go down on the amazing Black woman's pussy.

Noelle's smile lit up the room, and all of us stood watching as Hailey's mouth and Hannah's fingers drove Noelle wild. She was breathing heavy, her moans even louder than the ones that drew us to Noctis, and her breasts were heaving, her dark nipples hardening as Hannah pinched and pulled them. Hannah was rubbing all over Noelle, touching her neck, her breasts and nipples, down to her stomach, and finally teasing her clit when it wasn't under Hailey's tongue.

"I'm cumming!" Noelle screamed as her moans reached a zenith. The twins were smiling like Cheshire cats, clearly pleased with themselves, as Noelle's body was rocked by a powerful orgasm. Once she'd relaxed and came down from her high, the twins stood her up and they repeated the kissing that had gotten all of us bystanders so hot and bothered.

Ainsley gave another bit of stage direction I didn't hear, but it caused all three women to turn to look at the nearest camera, make kissing faces, and then they all collapsed in a heap of giggles.

"CUT!" Ainsley yelled, and took a step towards the three women. "Excellent work you three! Exactly what I wanted. Let's take a break for fifteen, get your make up touched up, and then we can start the next scene. And ladies, let me introduce you to one of our VIPs," Ainsley said, gesturing at me.

The camera crews backed away, the lights flicked off, and the crowd, which had clapped after Ainsley had ended the scene, slowly started to disperse. One of the production staffers brought white, fluffy Elysium hotel robes for the three women and helped them into them.

"Jack, this is Noelle Blake," Ainsley said, introducing me to the older of the three women. She was of middling height, maybe two and a half hands shorter than I was, but still relatively tall for a woman. She was a hand shorter than Elijah, who stood around six feet. "Jack Fisher is the stepson of Solomon Sinclair, who owns the Elysium, and--"

"You don't need to tell me who Jack Fisher is, Ainsley," Noelle said, her voice a throaty, deep baritone that sent a chill down my spine. She looked at me like I was a piece of meat, and I have to admit I enjoyed it. "I'm looking forward to working with you, Jack. When Ainsley offered us jobs here at Elysium Productions, one of the main reasons I said yes was hoping I get to do a scene or two with you. I bet we can win a few awards together," she said, running a finger down my chest.

I grinned. "Pleased to meet you, Noelle. And I'd certainly like that, although I've taken a bit of a step back from porn lately," I told her. She frowned, but I quickly continued. "But it's not permanent. Just starting a new job on Monday and I need to get my head around it before I get back in front of the cameras. I look forward to working with you," I told her, smiling.

Her smile lit up again, as Ainsley turned towards the twins. "And Jack, this is Hannah and Hailey Ashmore," she said, gesturing towards the two girls who were belting their robes and laughing with each other. They weren't really paying attention, but when the pair of them looked up and saw me, I saw their eyes grow wide in recognition.

"Holy shit, it's him!" Hannah, the one on the left (I'd guessed right) said.

"Are you serious?" Hailey said, grabbing her sisters's hands as the pair of them jumped up and down. I started to smile -- I was getting used to the star treatment by now, and I was about to thank them for being fans, when the pair charged, went around me like I wasn't even there, and plowed into Elijah, who had been standing just behind me.

"It's him, it's totally him! The guy from the Sports Book! We've been hoping we'd run into you today!" Hannah squeed, and the pair jumped up and kissed both of Elijah's cheeks like he was a rock star.

Ainsley laughed at me, as I looked sheepishly at the twins fawning over Elijah. She could tell I thought the twins were fangirling over me and I admit I was a bit embarrassed that I'd assumed they'd been excited to see me, especially after Noelle had just inflated my ego.

The girls were hugging onto Elijah and he was standing there, completely flummoxed. The twins began pelting him with questions.

"Can we see it!"

"Can we touch it!"

"How big is it!?"

"Will you fuck us?"

"Ladies! Please! Give the man a bit of space," Ainsley said, stepping over to the twins and extricating Elijah from their grasp. "There will be plenty of time to get to know everybody here now that you're working for us," she added. "Go get your makeup done so we can get ready for the next scene."

Elijah was not at all ready for this kind of reception, but as it dawned on him that he was, in fact, a bit of a celebrity, a little lopsided smile found its way to his face. I saw him touch his cheek where Hailey had kissed it.

One of the production staffers led the girls off towards another privacy booth that had been converted into a make up station, and Ainsley shook her head.

"They're about the same age as Elijah here is, if my age estimates are correct," she said, looking at him. "Everything is new and exciting for them."

"You didn't answer my question from before," I said, as we stepped away from the booth. Elijah followed me like a puppy, and Ainsley and I stood together to chat. "How can you use that scene? It's gotta be illegal in most places," I said.

"That's for the lawyers to decide," Ainsley said. "Nyla wants to push boundaries with our films, as you know, and she told me she wants the I/T category to include more real stuff, not just the simulated crap that has been overdone. No more of this, 'help me, stepbro!' nonsense. The twins were a lucky find," she continued.

"I get that, but what happens if you put this out and it gets them arrested? Or you? Or Nyla? What if the government tries to shut the production company down?" I asked. While this scene had been hot as fuck to watch, I felt like it was a bit too risky for my tastes.

"Relax, Jack. We were planning on holding these scenes back for a few months anyway. We can wait until the referendum passes, and then make it clear these scenes were shot in Las Vegas, where non-reproductive incest is legal," she said.

That made sense to me, but that meant they'd be sitting on these scenes for more than six months -- it was a wonder she was shooting them at all now. Ainsley looked at me like she was reading my mind.

"We can use the twins for other shoots where they don't touch each other, if that's what you're wondering. And I filmed this one now as a test scene for Nyla. I want her to confirm this is what she wants. If she likes it, we'll use it when the lawyers tell us it's okay. If not, nobody has to see it but us," Ainsley said.

"That's risky as hell, given our track record with keeping private movies private," I told her, remembering the damage caused by the home video that had started my porn career.

"It's Nyla's call, and she approved it," Ainsley told me. I looked at her skeptically, but I held my tongue. I could talk to Nyla about this directly if I wanted to. "Anyway, it's good to see you, Jack. And I look forward to getting to know you better, Elijah," she said, stepping over to him and taking him by the hand. She reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and then squeezed his crotch.

Elijah jumped in surprise, and it was my turn to laugh.

"Okay, Elijah, let's get you upstairs before we get accosted by any more women," I told him as Ainsley moved over to converse with the production staff and the two of us were left alone.

"Do we have to? I could get used to this!" the kid said, laughing. I slapped him on the back and pulled him back towards the lobby and the elevators to the residential portion of the hotel.

* * *

Monday night, July 25, 1983

Rosé Café, Las Vegas

"I'm not sure why you want to talk to me," Sheldon Weissman said, as he took his usual seat at the bar. "Last time we talked you were screaming at me about bugging your meetings. And you threw me out of the last one," he added, a smirk on his face.

"I'm not in the mood for any playful banter, Shel," Winston Chesterfield told him. "You know exactly why I want to talk to you."

Winston reached down to the barstool beside him, and lifted a small package, covered in brown wrapping paper and addressed to the Editor-in-Chief of the Las Vegas Tribune.

"Before I give you this, I need to explain a few things to you. First, you can't use this until I tell you that you can. There are a lot of things in motion right now, but I wanted to get you and me squared away first, okay?" Winston placed the package in front of Weissman.

Rita Weissman, who was working behind the bar, came over and put two beers in front of the men. She eyed Winston carefully but said nothing. The pair had never really gotten along. Winston had made a drunken pass at her one night back when he and Sheldon were far closer than they were today, and she'd never forgiven him for it. It was one of the primary reasons his relationship with Weissman had soured. Her and the Mob. Winston winced to himself when he saw the look but otherwise ignored her.

None of that mattered now. Winston had a plan, and Sheldon was part of it. A major part of it, in fact. They'd need to bury the hatchet.

"Okay, Winnie," Sheldon said. "Whatever you say. Are you going to tell me what's in there or do I have to guess?"

Winston patted the package almost fondly. "I think you can guess what's in here."

Sheldon took a long pull from his beer, his Adam's apple working up and down as he swallowed half the pint glass in one go, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm guessing the Mob is what's in there, isn't it?"

Winston smiled. "Shel, I know you and I have had our differences," Winston began, shooting a glance over at Rita, who scowled back at him. She was listening as intently to the conversation as Sheldon was, he knew, and her hearing was pretty good. "But I have always told people you were the smartest man in Las Vegas. Yes, I'm giving you the Mob."

"This package is a little small for Jimmy the Chin to fit, Winnie," Sheldon joked. "Even if you cremated him, you're gonna need a bigger box."

Winston laughed heartily. "True enough. What you've got in your hand there is my insurance policy."

Sheldon took another deep draught from his beer and waited. Winston was clearly relishing this, and he wanted to let his old friend enjoy himself. After a few moments, it was clear Chesterfield was waiting for a prompt. "Your insurance policy?"

"Yes. You remember how they got Al Capone?"

"Tax evasion."

"Right. Well, what you've got in your hands are the real, honest-to-God accounting ledgers for the Oasis, dating back to 1970. Every transaction, every quarter. Every dime skimmed by the Mob, every penny in 'protection' we paid, every bit of graft, bribery and tax fraud committed under the direction of the Genovese family. There's enough in there to put half the family away for decades, if not longer. And Jimmy the Chin's fingerprints are all over it. Literally. He was the only one, other than me, who had access to it. I made three additional copies, and he's handled each and every one of them over the years."

Sheldon's eyebrows shot up. "Winnie ... this is ... well, this is explosive. But doesn't this implicate you as much as it does them?"

Winston smiled again and took his first sip of beer. "That's why I've always called it my insurance policy," he explained. "I figured if it ever got dropped in the mail, it would be because I was dead. And then it wouldn't matter."

"But you aren't dead," Sheldon pointed out.

"Not yet," Winston said. "But Victor Romano's wife and daughter are and that changes everything."

Sheldon sighed. Winston looked at him and the two of them lapsed into a long silence. The death of two innocents was enough to move the men, despite the decades of cynicism that working, playing, living and breathing in Las Vegas had been poured onto them like concrete. A pretty wife and a newborn daughter. They weren't Vegas players, they were civilians. And civilians were supposed to be exempt from their sordid game.

"I still can't believe they did that. Family has always been off-limits." Sheldon whispered, breaking the silence gently, as if knowing no words could truly express their anger and grief. He shook his head sadly and drained the rest of his beer. Rita came over and refilled his glass, took a step away and then stopped. She sighed too, acknowledging the pain of both men, and in a gesture of peace between her and Winston, reached under the bar and placed a bowl full of peanuts in front of the two men. Sheldon took a handful and popped them into his mouth, one at a time.

"They're scared," Winston said. "The whole family is in disarray. Feds have been coming down on them hard. I don't even know who is running things back east. Worst part is, I don't think they do either. They're getting desperate and that means the old rules are out the window. I made the Chin promise me that he wouldn't hit Victor or his family, and the fucking prick lied to my face," Winston said, feeling the rage he'd had since his meeting earlier with Jimmy Catena at the Peppermill flare up again. "They said it was some kind of test. Fuck that. I've been loyal for most of my adult life, but this was too far. I don't care if they kill a thieving dealer or some junkie trying to rip off the slot machines. But Romano was just a kid. And his family..." Winston cut himself off, getting choked up.

"I know. Brave kid, Romano. Always vexed though -- that's the word he loves to use. 'I'm terribly vexed, Sheldon', he'd say," Weissman said in a sing-song approximation of Romano baritone. It made Winston smile, despite the gloom of the subject matter. "That's what I've been calling him in my head lately," Sheldon said, softly. "Vex Romano. I think it fits."

"Well, Vex or Victor, whatever, he didn't deserve what they did to his family. And I'm not going to stand for it. Look, Sheldon. Like I said, I know we've had our differences. And I know I've spent far too long pandering to these assholes from back east. But that's done now. I'm ready to be part of your crusade."

Sheldon sniffed, drank more beer, and then let out a belch that rattled the windows.

"Sheldon!" Rita yelled at him. "Were you raised in a barn, you pig!"

"Sorry, honey," he said, turning to Rita. He glanced back at Winston, and then down at the package. "So what does that mean?"

"It means I want to be part of your efforts to get the mob out of Vegas. Tomorrow morning I have a meeting with the U. S. Attorney. Do you know him?"

"Maddox? No, haven't had a chance to meet him yet. He's only been on the job a few months now. I know Mahlon Brown much better. He was hard as hell on the mob, and I hope this Maddox guy is as tough as he was," Sheldon said.

"Let's hope so. I'm going to ask for a deal. I turn over all of this stuff and become a federal witness, and they provide me with protection and immunity from prosecution. I get that, and then they can use all this stuff I'm going to give them," Winston said. "And so can you."

Sheldon smiled and grabbed another handful of nuts. "Rita? Do me favor. Get the kitchen to make two steak dinners. One for me, and one for my friend Winston here."

Rita looked at Sheldon funny, then threw her hands up and crossed to the kitchen to relay the order.

Sheldon looked at Winston, wiped the salt from the peanuts on his pants and then held out his hand. Winston took it, and the two shook.

"Winnie, I think this is going to be the restarting of a beautiful friendship," Sheldon told him.

"You're not good looking enough to be Bogie," Winston said, with a half-grin.

"And you're not smart enough to be Claude Rains," Sheldon said. "But we'll make do."

He lifted his pint glass. "To Vex Romano, and his wife and daughter. May they rest in peace and may we all give the Mob what they've got coming to them," Sheldon intoned solemnly.

"I'll drink to that," Winston said, draining the rest of his beer. The two men slammed their empties onto the bar.

The Chin is going to rue the day he lied to me. That fat prick.

* * *

Tuesday night, June 8, 2032

Naked City Motel, Las Vegas

Sally Hemingway sighed as her date's fat prick slid into her burning pussy.

It was rare for Sally to date, even rarer for her to have sex on a date, but she needed to let off some steam. Granted, this was less a 'date' than it was her hiring a male escort, but she didn't feel like quibbling. Sometimes you just need some cock.

"Fuck me! Make it hurt!" she demanded, digging her nails into the back of the man she'd hired off the Onyxed website.

"Ow! Damn, bitch, those nails are sharp! You want it rough, fine -- get on your knees!"

She bit her lip and ignored him, concentrating on the sensations in her crotch, the feeling of fullness and the desire that was rolling over her like ocean waves on a sandy beach. She'd tip him a little more, but she didn't particularly care about his comfort. She needed to get off and she'd always preferred her men to take charge.

It made a satisfying contrast to the rest of her life, where she was in ruthless control. She felt her mind going over the immediate list of things she was dealing with, and she cursed herself for never being able to turn her brain off, even with a hard cock deep inside her.

Eventually, she did as she was told, pulling back and getting up on her knees, turning around to present her ass to the young Black man she'd hired. He was well built and tall, covered in tattoos and his cock was above average, which she was pleased with. She'd hired him under an assumed name, she was wearing a long black wig to cover her shorter brown hair, and she'd put on way too much make up. It would be difficult for anybody to recognize her, and nobody on earth would think she'd be caught dead in a rundown, fleabag motel room like the one she was in now. This was as anonymous an assignation as she could contrive, although she had ulterior motives for being there.

The man roughly pushed her face down, grabbing her by the hips and slamming his cock home into her pussy, earning him a loud groan from Sally. He slapped her ass, hard, and she knew there'd be a red imprint of his hand where it had connected with the pale skin of her ass cheek.

"Yes! Harder!" she cried. He began to pummel her pussy with his cock, the sound of his balls slapping against her and the moisture of her pussy combining to fill the motel room with the lewd sounds of sex. "Don't pull my hair," she ordered, concerned that he'd pull the wig off if he decided to get any rougher.

"Bitch, don't tell me what to do," the man said. "You wanted it rough, it be rough," he said, grunting the words out as his cock pounded her pussy.

This is what she wanted. What she needed. Hard, fast, quick release and then she could go back to work with a clear mind. And she had so much to do.

The Fisher boy was starting his job running the old Oasis on Monday. She'd already begun to undermine him, using one of the gangs she controlled to smash up the garage of the hotel the night before, which should start his tenure off on the right note.

Her minions had tracked down one of the last people still alive who worked for Winston Chesterfield back during the early 80s when the war between the Mob and the casino owners had begun, the war that had taken her mother from her and forced her into the fake identity and fake life she'd lived for so long now. With any luck, she'd finally have one last puzzle piece in her hand and the evidence she needed to convince her father to that Chesterfield had been behind everything that had happened to her and their family. Maybe then he'd act.

Or not. If he wouldn't, she'd do it herself. She was so close to the end now, she could taste it.

In her mind's eye, she pictured Solomon Sinclair, remembering the raunchy sex the two enjoyed those many years ago, his big black cock constantly hard and constantly in her hands, her mouth, her pussy or her ass. They'd had a torrid romance, until she'd made her one and only mistake in years of chasing her mother's killers. She still kicked herself for it, knew that she could have been Mrs. Sinclair if she'd not gotten caught, and that would have made everything else she'd been doing so much easier. But life isn't always simple, and even the best laid plans ...

Another slap of her ass brought her back to herself, the warm feeling of the cock inside her filled her senses. She could feel her body responding to the man fucking her, feel the warmth of him as he pressed into her, his hands on her hips, pulling as he thrust deeply into her. She felt him begin to wiggle his thumb into her asshole, which made her moan and encouraged him to do more. She had always been into anal sex -- the pain and pleasure mixed together deliciously, and she was about to urge him to fuck her ass when he pulled his cock out and plunged it into her asshole, without lube, and began to work it harshly.

"Oh, yes! Fuck my ass! Give it to me!" she cried, biting her lip hard, as the pain of his unlubricated cock in her anus flared up. Her juices were the only thing coating him, and she heard him spit and felt the wetness. Soon he found a rhythm, her ass opening wide to accomodate his girth, and the pleasure every time he pulled out more than compensated for the pain as he thrust in. She began to push back against him, as her nipples -- her breasts were just big enough to sway below her as she lifted herself up against him -- brushed against the rough wool of the bed's comforter, sending electric jolts through her entire body.

Sally reached her hand down and began to play with her clit as the rough assfucking continued. She felt her orgasm rise. After another minute of rubbing, the familiar wave of euphoria begin and her pussy and ass began to spasm with a massive orgasm, the pent-up sexual energy of weeks of abstinence and the stress of her job all combining to send her into an apogee of ecstasy.

"Yes! I'm cumming! Keep going!" She cried.

The Black escort fucking her ass began to grunt himself, slapping her ass again, and picking up his pace. As Sally came, her ass muscles milked his cock, which sent him careening toward his own climax. He leaned over, resting his fists on the bed on either side of Sally's hips and began to fuck her even harder, his cock pistoning in and out, like a fully revved up engine. His grunts came faster and faster until he exploded inside her, painting her bowels with his cream.

He kept fucking her, pumping in and out, his cum adding lubrication until finally he was spent. He pulled his cock out of her ass, slapping it one last time for good measure, and then took two steps back and half fell into the cuck chair across from the bed, a wan smile on his face.

"Rough enough for you?" He asked, watching as Sally lay exhausted on the bed, her legs shaking slightly. She rolled over onto her back, staring at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a minute or two. As the remains of her orgasm and the dopamine that had flooded her system with it receded, she was left feeling satisfied and more relaxed than she had been in a long, long time.

"Yes, thank you. Do me a favor and let me stay here for a few minutes after you leave. I'd like some time to myself," she told him. She spoke to the ceiling, not looking at the man who'd just fucked her.

"Hey, no problem. Anything you want," he said. He got up and began to dress.

Sally pointed to the nightstand. "There's an extra thousand there for you. Take it, with my compliments."

"Damn! Thanks, yo!" The man said, crossing over and finding the wad of hundreds under her purse. If he'd realized that the purse the money was resting on cost nearly a quarter of a million dollars, he'd have grabbed that and run. He had no idea, of course, and an extra grand cash over what she'd already paid him via the Onyxed app was more than enough to get him out of the hotel room quickly, no questions asked.

Sally laid there for another ten minutes, her asshole slippery as the cum from their sex slowly leaked out. It would leave a stain on the comforter, but she didn't care. Not her problem.

It had been serendipity that had led her here, to the Naked City Motel. Because this was where her quarry had been holed up for decades, using her real name and not the stage name everyone had known her by back in the 80s, which had protected her. She didn't even think Chesterfield knew she was still alive. But Sally did.

She got up and cleaned herself, pulling off the wig and tossing it into the trash, wiping off the gaudy the makeup and tidying herself as best she could. She normally eschewed makeup, and her brown hair was a mousey mess most of the time -- it was part of the cowboy chic esthetic she'd cultivated since she'd returned to America in her early twenties to begin the slow process of meting out justice to those who had done her and her family wrong.

It began with the Hemingway family, progressed to the remnants of the Genovese, and now she had Chesterfield and his lackey Sinclair to deal with. Once that was done, she prayed her mother's soul would finally be at rest and she could move on with her life. What that looked like, she had no idea. But she had come too far, had done too much, to stop now.

Once dressed and cleaned up, she texted her security team, and she left the motel room.

She climbed into the back of the dark SUV as it pulled directly in front of the motel room. Inside the car she found three members of her security detail, armed to the teeth. The car pulled back from the parking space, travelled the fifty yards or so from the room to the small office of the motel and all four passengers climbed out.

One guard got the door for Sally, while the other two trailed behind her, fast action gun bags concealing compact MP-5K submachine guns from view.

She stepped up to the counter. Behind it, smoking a cigarette and watching reruns of Family Feud on a small flat screen TV was Belle Dix.

"No vacancies," she said, the cigarette bobbing up and down in her lips as she stared at the TV, not evening turning to look at Sally. "Come back tomorrow, we'll have some rooms then."

"I'm not here for a room, Belle Dix," Sally said. The three security guards came up to flank Sally, as she stared down at the woman she was hoping would finally connect Winston Chesterfield to her mother's death. "I'm here for you."

The cigarette fell from the woman's lips, as she stood up and stared at Sally. "Nobody's called me that in years," she said, her voice quavering. "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"I've got some questions about your former employer ... and lover, I believe," Sally told her. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way. Your choice. Either way, you're coming with me. If you tell me what I want to know you'll be well rewarded," she added, dangling the enticement of easy money in front of the old woman.

She saw the fear in her eyes replaced with a flash of greed, but then those eyes narrowed. "I can't leave, who will mind the desk?"

"You just told me you don't have any vacancies. Close up. No one is going to miss you, Belle," Sally said.

The old woman looked at the three men who stood menacingly beside Sally. Then she looked at the woman in front of her. Who was she? And what could this possibly be about? Belle sighed and nodded, hoping they were dumb enough to let her out of the office if she gave them a good pretense. Maybe she'd be able to outrun the men if she could get away from them. She knew it was unlikely, but she didn't want to just capitulate without at least trying to escape. Who knew what this white bitch wanted from her? "Okay, lemme get my coat."

"It's a hundred degrees outside, Belle. No stalling. Just come with us," Sally said.

Belle sighed again, came out from behind the front desk and was followed by Sally and the guards, who bundled her into the back of the SUV. A few moments later, the truck sped out of the parking lot of the Naked City Motel.

The truck passed a young man wearing a white t-shirt and basketball shorts, a red handkerchief around his neck as he walked towards a dry cleaners and a 7-11 at the end of the block. Sally thought she recognized him as the man from her liaison but put the thought from her mind as she began to run over the list of questions she had for Winston Chesterfield's old mistress.

* * *

Wednesday morning, June 9, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

The Penthouse was like nothing Elijah had ever seen.

From the security to get up there, to the giant statue of three women engaged in a sapphic ménage à trois, to the sumptuous wood and thick carpeting, it was like being in palace. And he was going to be staying here -- at least, for a little while.

He followed Jack past the security desk down the long hallway until they got to room six, Jack's apartments.

Jack waved his phone in front of the door and it clicked open. He pushed the door open and then gestured for Elijah to go first.

The rooms were even better than the lobby. The view was gorgeous, looking towards the northern end of the Strip, the round curve of the Elysium's crescent winking at him from the floor to ceiling windows. He could look across and see the other apartments on this level on this side of the building, but none of the lights were on in any of them.

It was after midnight, early Wednesday morning, but the apartments were buzzing with noise. Two of the most beautiful women Elijah had ever seen were sitting on the circular leather sofa, both watching the large TV mounted against the wall, framed neatly beside the windows. The smell of coffee hung in the air.

The sight of the two women, who immediately turned to look at him made Elijah take a step back, as if he were interrupting something intimate. Given how many intimate things he'd seen so far today, he was surprised he was still capable of that reaction. He'd always been nervous around beautiful women, and these two made his palms sweat.

"Don't worry, they don't bite," Jack said pushing in behind him and forcing Elijah to take a few more steps into the apartments. "At least, not until they get to know you better," he joked.

Both of the ladies stood up. Both were wearing the soft, fluffy white robes that were a trademark of the Elysium, each with the stylized 'S' of the Sinclair group across the breast. The tallest one was dark skinned, a few shades lighter than Elijah's own, with long, curly black hair that fell in rivers down past her stomach. The other, shorter, with long blonde hair that reached her breasts, and beautiful blue eyes that Elijah could feel roaming across his body, judging and perhaps even undressing him. He swallowed.

"Ladies, this is Elijah Wiley. He's my new assistant -- he'll be working with Claire -- and he's going to be staying with us for a few nights until I can arrange accommodations for him at the Oasis next week," Jack said. "Elijah, these are my girlfriends, Avery and Eva," he said, pointing out first the dark haired one and then the blonde.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Elijah," Eva purred, stepping in front of Avery and earning a slight eyeroll from the other woman.

"Claire isn't going to be happy you hiring staff without consulting her, Jack," Avery said, tsking. She smiled at Elijah, and held out her hand. "But I think she'll forgive you when she sees how cute he is." Avery shook Elijah's hand firmly.

"Are you registered to vote?" Avery asked him abruptly.

"Uh ... no?" Elijah said, the non-sequitur catching him off guard. "I only turned eighteen a few weeks ago," he added by way of explanation.

"First thing tomorrow, you go online and fill out the paperwork. That's your first order of business as Jack's assistant," Avery told him, taking on the tone of a lecturing school teacher.

"Babe, the man's had a long day. Let's cut him some slack before you start electioneering," Jack said, a lopsided grin on his face.

Elijah looked at him puzzled. Jack nodded to Avery. "Avery here is planning to run for the vacant Congressional seat here in Vegas," he told Elijah.

"And I need every vote I can get!" She added, laughing. "Tell your friends!"

"I will, ma'am, I certainly will," Elijah said, finally understanding where the out-of-the-blue question came from. "This is a lot to take in!"

"What? Me running for Congress, you living in this amazing apartment, or the fact that Jack has two girlfriends?" Avery asked him, clearly enjoying Elijah's discomfiture.

"Yes!" he said, enthusiastically. All four of them laughed together.

"Elijah has had a big day," Jack said, explaining briefly what happened with Cassidy, and then running into Avery's mother doing the shoot in Noctis.

"Mom's home? That bitch never even told me!" Avery exclaimed. "I haven't seen her in a month and she just comes back and starts filming scenes in the hotel without even a text message! The nerve! I'm going to give her a piece of my mind," Avery said, crossing the room and picking her phone up off the coffee table in the middle of the sofa area.

"While Avery interrupts her mother working downstairs, let me show you where you'll be staying. I apologize now for the clutter -- the other bedroom has been Eva's closet for the last few months," Jack told Elijah, pointing him to the left and to a door cleverly concealed in the wall.

The room was bigger than Elijah's living room at his mother's house, and it was filled with racks and racks of clothing. He assumed the closets were also stuffed with clothes, but that didn't bother him, as he hadn't brought any with him. He was concerned about that for a moment, and then realized it wasn't a problem he could solve right then and tried to push it from his mind.

Jack cleared a few piles of very lacey undergarments -- all bras, as far as Elijah could tell -- from the bed, shoving them into a laundry bag and then placing them in one of the closets. "The bed's clean, hasn't been slept in for months now," Jack said. "It's all yours. The bathroom attached has a shower, and the kitchen is stocked if you're hungry. You can also call room service for anything you need," he added.

"This is too much," Elijah said, shaking his head. "You didn't have to do this for me, Mr. Fisher," he added, taking in the whole room. Even filled with women's clothing, it was still the best room he could ever remember staying in.

"You work for me, and I take care of my people," Jack told him. "And stop calling me Mr. Fisher. Nobody calls me that, and nobody called my dad that either when he was alive. We don't stand on ceremony here, Elijah. I'm just Jack," he finished, shaking his head.

Elijah heard the tone in Jack's voice change as he mentioned his father -- the second time he'd mentioned him today. He wondered what had happened there, but it wasn't his place to pry. Maybe he'd have a chance as they got to know each other better.

"Yes, got it ... Jack," Elijah said, trying it out. "You can call me Eli for short, if you want," he added. He didn't tell him about his brother's street name -- he wanted to leave 'Boog' far, far behind him.

The lights in the room flashed, and Elijah heard a chime. "Wha-?" he started to ask, as Jack left the room quickly.

"Doorbell. Lemme go see who it is," Jack told him over his shoulder. Elijah followed Jack into the other room.

Eva had gotten there first, and opened the door. There was a burly, muscled security guard standing there. Elijah's heart started beating faster, as he worried he'd done something wrong and was going to get thrown out. He still couldn't believe he was in such a place as this.

"Good morning, ma'am. Sorry to bother you so late, but Avery's mother is here with two guests. She says they're expected."

Avery flew out of the bedroom towards the front door. "Yes, thank you, Stephen," she said. The security guard stepped out of the way, and Ainsley Locke flew into the room and gave her daughter a big hug. The two women squealed in delight as they hugged on each other.

"You bitch! Why didn't you tell me you were home!" Avery shouted, spinning her mother around.

"I was busy! Besides, I figured you were probably too busy on your back somewhere to worry about little old me," Ainsley said, laughing. Avery punched her lightly on the arm.

"Eva, Jack, it's good to see you again," Ainsley said, as she stepped further into the room. "I brought some guests who couldn't wait to see your new assistant, Jack," Ainsley said.

All Elijah saw was a streak of blonde as the two twins, Hannah and Hailey, burst through the door, into the room, and over to Elijah, where they threw themselves into his arms. He had no choice but to wrap his arms around the girls or else they'd have knocked him over.

"Sorry, Elijah, but the twins would not stop talking about you -- we had to cancel the next scene I had scheduled because they couldn't focus on their work," Ainsley said, a bit of annoyance creeping into her voice. "They made me promise to bring you up here once Avery texted me that she wanted to see me," she added. "I hope you don't mind."

Elijah tried to stammer out something, but words failed him. Here he was, standing in a room with five beautiful women, two of whom had literally just thrown themselves at him, and his new boss.

Jack smiled at Elijah, as the twins began to smother his face with kisses.

"Elijah, why don't you take the twins into your room and get to know them a little better. I think Avery and her mom want to chat. We can talk more in the morning, okay?" Jack said, gesturing towards Elijah's new bedroom.

"Ummm... okay? Is that okay with you two?" He asked the twins who were looking expectantly at him.

"YES!" They both cried at once. Hannah (or Hailey?) grabbed Elijah by the hand and tugged him towards the bedroom. Her sister followed behind, and blew Ainsley a kiss. The door closed behind the three of them with a heavy click.

Ainsley shook her head and looked at Avery, Eva, and Jack.

"Kids," she said, laughing.

Jack grinned back at her.

Elijah was in for a hell of a night.