Life in the Elysium

This is my first time writing erotic fiction. I hope you enjoy it, as these scenarios have been floating around in my head for a while. Be aware, this series will include a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading.

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After my shower, I climbed into bed. It was still pretty early, not even midnight, and I tossed and turned. Finally, around one, I gave up on sleep for the time being and decided to take a walk around the hotel. I threw on a t-shirt and shorts, and headed downstairs. The security guard at the station in the penthouse lobby waved at me, not someone I knew yet.

Down in the residences lobby, I stood staring for a few moments at the threesome fountain, marveling again at Nyla's amazing art. It was simply beautiful. Especially at night, when the lobby lights were dimmed and it was relatively quiet.

The casino floor was still going strong, this being a Saturday night. People were laughing, drinking, and having a good time. The Christmas decorations that had been added a few weeks ago were still up and would be until New Years and they made the place feel quite homey. There were a few groups of people in tuxedos and ball gowns, alongside others wearing sweats and hoodies. It was an interesting dichotomy, but everybody seemed to be having a enjoying a night in the Elysium.

I crossed the casino floor, looking at the games and wanting to play. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to anymore, honestly. I was a Vice President of the Sinclair Group, technically, and I didn't have a portfolio yet. Nevada law banned casino owners and senior company officials involved in casino operations from playing games in their casino. Miles got around that because he wasn't an owner, and he didn't have any impact on casino operations, just live events and the club. Mom and Sol couldn't gamble, and I guess I couldn't either. I didn't want to take the risk, so I didn't sit down to play roulette again like I'd done with Miles.

Apparently there was no rule against gambling for non-senior staff, because as I was walking around, I noticed a blackjack table with a lone player. While the table was empty except for the single player and the dealer, I noticed there was a pile of chips - in some places a considerable pile of chips - at each of the seven spots on the table. I was standing a few feet back, watching to see what would happen. The dealer was showing a 5, and the player stood on a 20, a 19, a 17, a 19, busted with 23, busted with 25 and stood on a 20. The dealer then turned over an ace of hearts, was forced to hit by house rules on 16, and then turned over another 5, making 21. The guy sitting there had lost all seven hands.

This was a hundred dollar minimum table, and there had to have been a couple grand in bets on those seven hands, easy. EACH. I had never seen anything like that in my entire life. I sighed, feeling for the guy, and turned to walk away. Before I did so, I caught a glimpse of him from the side as he threw a wad of hundreds onto the table, ready to buy back in.

It was Biggs.

I froze for a second, but then I started walking, faster and faster, heading back towards the elevators. He never saw me.

I didn't know anything about Biggs, other than that he worked for us. I had barely talked to him, I just knew that he and Lionel were partners, and he'd worked for Sinclair since the group was founded. He was a security guard, so he was probably making okay money, but could he withstand losing that kind of cash at the tables? The staff was vetted, especially the family protection unit, but how often did they go back and review their files? Did he have a gambling problem? Could he be selling secrets to somebody? Where was he getting that kind of scratch?

I didn't know, and I needed to. I knew it was late, just after midnight, but Nyla and the trio were probably still up, so I headed upstairs to the penthouse. I needed to talk to Gabby.

I rang the door to Nyla's room - I could tell someone was there because the music was thumping, albeit far more reasonable since our run in last week. After the second time I rang the bell, the door opened and Chloe answered it. She was looking adorable as usual, wearing her "Thing 2" t-shirt I had gotten her for Christmas.

"Oh hi, Jack! Come in. I was just playing with Mr. Bear!"

I came in, and Chloe was the only one in the apartment. There was porn on the TV, the music was bumping, and there was Chloe's giant stuffed bear, laying in front of the TV. Somebody, and it should be obvious who, had put a giant black strap on dildo on the bear, and I could see the wetness glistening all over the black rubber.

"You were playing with the bear?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

She giggled. "Yes, Mr. Bear loves to play with me," she said. "The others were gone and I was missing them, but Mr. Bear helped me out!"

"I'm trying to find Gabby, Chloe, do you know where she is?" I asked. I kind of wanted to watch Chloe "play" with her bear, but this was pretty urgent.

"Oh, she, Lucy and Nyla are down in the basement training facility, near the shooting range, working out."

"At midnight?" I asked. This was weird.

"This is what they like to do sometimes. I don't like working out the way they work out, though. It hurts." She said.

I didn't really want to dig anymore, so I just gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.

"Bye Jack!" She turned and bounced over to her bear. I thought I heard her say something like "Time to fuck my ass, Mr. Bear!" as I closed the door, but it could have just been my imagination.

I got in the elevator, waived my key fob over the sensor and headed down to the sublevels to find Gabby, Nyla and Lucy.

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Gabby had mentioned in passing there were other security training facilities on the sublevel. I passed the shooting range, which was empty and dark, and went a few yards further to a pair of doors with square windows about head height. There was light coming out of them, and I heard grunting and slapping sounds. I pulled open the doors and walked in.

I was standing in a fully outfitted martial arts dojo and boxing training facility. Some of the walls had rows of mirrors, others had rows of padding. There were stacks of boxing gloves, punching mitts and kick shields and body bag mannequins. One half of the room was flat and open, with markings for martial arts training, and the other half held a fully functional boxing ring, three ropes squared off, and all the accoutrements. Speed bags, body bags, and the like were spaced all around. This was where Sinclair Group's security trained in hand-to-hand combat.

In the boxing ring, in kickboxing gear, I saw Gabby, her hair in a pony tail, wearing a tight athletic bra and shorts, both black. She was wearing head protection and the kind of half gloves MMA fighters wore. Facing off against her was Nyla, wearing the same gear, but hers was in gold. Lucy was holding on to the ropes, shouting advice to both of them.

"Bob and weave, Ny, bob and weave. Don't let her get those easy body shots on you and watch the legs," she shouted. "Don't let her tag you, Gab! Watch the hook!"

Gabby and Nyla circled each other for a few seconds, and then Nyla moved in, throwing a left hook that Gabby sidestepped. Gabby took advantage of Nyla being off balance to spear her, taking her to the mat, grabbing her arm, and rolling over, pulling her arm back hard. Nyla tried to get her balance back, tried to flip over, but Gabby had locked in a solid arm bar, and she couldn't get any leverage. After ten seconds of flailing, she started tapping her hand on the mat and Gabby let her go, stood up, and then helped Nyla to her feet.

"You have got to be careful when you go on the attack like that, Ny. If you telegraph that punch, you leave yourself wide open for a grapple." Gabby said, breathing hard. "Good match."

"Fuck you, 'good match,'" Nyla said, wiping sweat from her eyes with her finger tips and breathing just as hard. "That was fucking awful. I am pure dogshit at this MMA stuff, Gab."

"No, you're not," Lucy chimed in. "You're just still learning. I thought you did fine, and Jack did too, didn't you, Jack?" She asked, finally noticing me.

I hopped up onto the edge of the ring, holding on to the top rope.

"Nyla, if that punch landed, you'd have rearranged Gabby's lovely face, so I'm glad it didn't," I said to her. "I had no idea any of this stuff was down here. Why are you guys fighting at this time of night?"

I threw both of them towels, which were laying on the mat by the side of the ring. Gabby and Nyla grabbed them and started wiping off the sweat.

"This training facility is for the security staff most of the time, so this is one of the few times we can use it without anybody bothering us," Nyla said. "And I'd rather not have a crowd around to watch Gabby kick the shit out of me," she said. I thought she was joking, but she didn't laugh. "Plus, I've been worried about this newspaper woman and we couldn't sleep, so we thought we'd come down here and work out our anger in a meaningful way. It's too bad I'm shit at this," she said, shaking her head.

Gabby disagreed. "Ny, you'll get there. You've only been training for what, six months? I've been doing this since I was 18, and I was trained at the police academy in all this stuff. Another six months and I'd put you in the ring with anybody on staff," she said. Nyla cocked her head, a tacit thanks in her body language.

"What brings you down here, Jack, besides wanting to watch two women beat on each other?" Gabby asked, looking at me.

"Actually, I need to talk to you. Come down here and sit with me for a minute," I suggested, hopping down from the ring.

There were benches along all four sides of the boxing ring, and the three ladies sat with me, as I explained to them what I saw, Biggs gambling away multiple paychecks on a single hand of blackjack.

Gabby immediately got that look in her eye she gets when she's shifted from play to work mode, and stood up.

"I need to go to Main Security. You all, do me a favor and stay here until I come and get you. I need to check on something," she said. She kept the towel, which she threw over her shoulder, and swiftly pushed through the two doors, making a left and heading down past the shooting range in the direction of the Main Security monitoring room, which was also on this level. I had never been there, and I was kind of hoping she'd bring us with her, but then I turned and noticed Nyla and Lucy whispering to each other conspiratorially.

Lucy giggled, and then so did Nyla, and then the two of them got up and sat on either side of me.

"So, Jack," Nyla said. "All this fighting has got me hot and bothered. We've got some time until Gabby comes back, so how about we do some muscle exercises?"

"Which muscles do you want to work," I asked, hoping this was going where I thought it was going.

"I thought we could start with the tongue and then work our ways down," Lucy said. She got up and sat down next to Nyla, turning her head and burying her tongue in Nyla's open mouth.

I sat watching, a smile forming on my face. This was going to be interesting.

As I had gotten to know the Terrible Trio, I had learned their sexual proclivities. Nyla was bisexual, but leaned towards gay. I can't recall her ever telling me about a boyfriend. Lucy, on the other hand, was mostly gay, but would play with a guy sometimes, especially if the other girls were there and if it was me, for some reason. She only dated other women. I got the feeling she had feelings for Nyla, but I don't know if Nyla reciprocated. Chloe would bang anything that moved, and Gabby was mostly straight but would play with the other girls, but I'd never heard about her with any other women. It was an interesting thing, watching the group dynamics between Nyla and the Trio, but right now, all I wanted to do was watch Nyla and Lucy swallow each others' faces.

They went at each other hard, like I wasn't even there. Soon Nyla had stripped off Lucy's workout clothes, and she had begun to pull off her own. They had moved off the benches and over to the martial arts mats across from the boxing ring. Lucy laid down on the mats, leaned up on her elbows, legs spread wide, her smoothly shaved pussy glistening in the florescent light of the dojo. She crooked a finger at Nyla, who grinned and then dove in. She buried her head in Lucy's crotch, licking her clit and fingering her pussy with two fingers. Lucy gasped and then smiled, putting both her hands on Nyla's head and forcing it down farther on her pussy.

I got in behind Nyla, whose ass was in the air, and I started licking her pussy and rimming her asshole from behind. She wiggled her ass at me, then pulled her head off Lucy's pussy to turn around and growl, "Get your face on my pussy, boy, make me cum," she said. She then turned her head back down and resumed her tongue workout on Lucy's clit. I licked all over her asshole, tasting the sweat that had dripped down during her match with Gabby, while two of my fingers worked in and out of her pussy. I could taste the tang of her pussy juices, just slightly tinged with salt, and I wanted more. I pulled my fingers out and buried my tongue in her slit, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She gasped into Lucy's cunt, and I kept up my attention.

After a few minutes, she got up, flipped around and presented her pussy to Lucy, while she crawled over Lucy's body, into a classic 69. I stood up, and she reached up and tugged down my shorts, my cock springing free. I was semi-hard, and began to stroke my cock. Lucy began to eat Nyla out, and Nyla took my cock into her mouth, moaning as she sucked. Between watching the girls go at it and Nyla's attention, I was soon completely erect.

She looked up at me and whispered "Fuck me." I smiled at her, then walked around to her pussy and Lucy's face, got down on my knees, and slid my cock into her from behind. She moaned into Lucy's pussy again, and I started fucking her, slowly at first and then more strongly. While I was fucking her, Lucy was licking her clit, and every once in a while I would feel a little tickle on my balls, as Lucy reached up with her tongue or my balls brushed her nose.

Nyla came, moaning loudly and filling the dojo with the sounds of passion. Lucy came as well, and I had to be careful because she was thrashing her head and I didn't need her crushing my nuts with her forehead.

All good things must come to an end, and I heard the doors to the dojo open, and Gabby came in with Lionel in tow.

"Enough fucking you three, we have work to do," Gabby said. I pulled out of Nyla's pussy, and she rolled off Lucy, cradling her head in her hand while she raised herself up on one elbow.

"You couldn't have waited five minutes to let the white boy nut, Gabby?" She said, semi-kidding. My dick had already begun to wilt, so I knew I wasn't getting off now.

"This is important, Nyla," Gabby said. "We think Jack has found our mole."

That perked us all up. The three of us stood up, and we put our clothes back on. Nyla slapped my ass, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "That was nice, little bro," she said. "And thanks for the nut. We'll get you later, fam," she said.

Lionel was quivering with anger, just glaring into space, ignoring the three of us. Eventually he turned and looked me.

"Come with us to Main Security," he barked, turning on his heel. We all followed him.

Main Security was everything I imagined it would be. We first entered a small foyer with a security desk and an armed guard, who had to buzz us into the main room. When we walked in, I let loose a small whistle. The room was huge, and it was floor to ceiling video monitors, all watching a different camera in the hotel. And the hotel had hundreds of cameras, so there were hundreds of monitors. There was a very large central screen on the wall opposite the entrance. That screen was displaying an overview of the hotel schematic drawings, one floor at a time, with a 3D view of the Elysium's tower next to it, highlighting the exact floor being displayed. I saw one of the security staff cycle through the displays, pulling out slices of the hotel that were shown as floors on the TV, with little red dots that represented cameras sprinkled throughout the layout. It was like watching the main viewscreen of the Starship Enterprise. Fascinating.

The cameras covered every wall, and in the pit below, there were various rows of computers and monitors, with a half dozen security staff monitoring each bank of cameras and monitors on each wall. There was a central cluster of desks with computers, and a row of high-end movie theater style couches that faced the main, biggest monitor. Chris Stoneman sat in the center of it all, ensconced in a captain's style chair, raised on a small platform above the rest of the pit, that could swivel and take in every angle of the room.

Stoneman turned to look at us as we entered, but didn't say a word, simply continuing to conn the Starship Elysium. Apparently Gabby and Lionel hadn't told her what they'd discovered yet. Gabby ushered us over to one of the workstations with a three monitor set up. Lionel sat down behind the computer, and began bringing up camera feeds.

Gabby started explaining in low tones what she'd been doing while Lucy, Nyla and I were getting busy. She went back and pulled the video for the blackjack table Biggs had been playing on and confirmed he'd been there for an hour. At one point he had won more than twenty thousand dollars, but by the end of the night, he'd lost almost twice that. I whistled. He'd lost almost sixty grand net in one Saturday night, and she confirmed he'd lost ten grand on the hand I'd witnessed alone.

"He can't be making that much money," I said.

Lionel spoke up. "We make good money, especially with overtime and the ability to live on site for free," he said. "But none of us have that kind of money. Sixty grand in a night? That's like a third of our annual income. And Biggs didn't live on site. He has a house in Henderson."

"I guess this is a dumb question, but are staff allowed to gamble in the hotel?" I knew a bit about this from my review of the laws, but I figured it couldn't hurt to confirm it.

Nyla spoke up. "Staff are allowed to gamble here. Every casino has different rules, but Sol has always been okay with the staff spending more time on site, especially since so many people that work for us choose to live here, too. It wouldn't be fair to them to have them living and working here but not able to have any fun or use the main services we provide," she said. "I can too, since my job doesn't have anything to do with casino operations. Mom and Em can't, the casino operations Vice President can't, I have no idea if you can or can't, that's a question for your Mom. Biggs was totally allowed to gamble here, though." she said. "But we should have been tracking this, if it was common."

"Do we monitor the security staff's gambling habits?"

"Yes, we do," said Gabby. "And that's why I think we can prove Biggs is the mole."

Lionel winced, and Lucy, Nyla and I just stood there in shocked silence. She'd said it. It was out there now, in the world. Biggs, Lionel's partner, somebody who had been with the company for years, who had protected me and Nyla and Miles, who had guarded Solomon and Mom directly for years, was stabbing us in the back. I had only been here a week, and it still felt like a monumental betrayal. I couldn't imagine how Lionel felt, how Chris Stoneman - who had hired him - or Mom or Solomon would feel when they found out. It was shocking. Everything I'd seen of the Sinclair Group had shown me that this was a tight knit community, a family of sorts, that liked what they did and where they worked and were fiercely loyal - these people would tattoo the logo of the hotel on their bodies out of pride. That somebody could turn their back on that, apparently for something as base and empty as simple Mammon, was like a kick in the nuts.