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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I didn't sleep well that night. It wasn't because I was alone, as I was used to sleeping alone. It wasn't because I was so close to Avery, just a couple dozen floors below me, but she wasn't here. It wasn't because the Gala was tonight and I agreed with Sol that this was going to be a major event, the first time I was going to get to meet many of the movers and shakers in Las Vegas that had been pulling the strings in the drama that had engulfed the City for weeks before I got back and the two weeks I'd been here.
Honestly, I think it was because, for the first time in weeks, I was sexually unsatisfied.
The auditions last night - I think I went with auditions in my head as the descriptor because 'orgy' seemed tacky - were some of the most stimulating things I'd seen in a long time. The images of Lucy and Misaki, the guys with Mom and her new tattoo and body art, cute Chloe and her male counterpart were all still in my mind, but there was nothing that could top Mom kissing Avery, covered in cum from her three lovers. And the look on Avery's face, the split second where she went from defiance to acceptance, it was like a light had suddenly flicked on.
I would call it an epiphany. I'm sure some would call it corruption. Those people are the ones who don't get invited to a lot of parties. Regardless, in the span of less than a week, Avery had gone from being public enemy number one for the Sinclair Group to being welcomed into the family. I was thrilled at this prospect, because from the first moment I saw her, doing interviews about the Governor on the television news, I knew she was someone I wanted to know. Not just intimately, but on a deeper level. Do you ever feel that way about someone? You look at them and are just fascinated? That's how it was with me about Avery.
I was falling in love with her, more each day, which was a new experience for me. Like I'd told her, and I might have been embellishing a little, I have never really had a girlfriend. I never had time for them. There were very few girls my age around when I was growing up, an all-boys boarding school not being the best place to pick up chicks. We'd have socials and dances and things with the all-female school down the road, but even the girls I'd managed to hook up with had never turned into a steady thing. I didn't know HOW to be a boyfriend. What was I supposed to do? Was there some kind of handbook about it? All I knew was that I liked her, and she liked me. I guess that was enough at this point. Hopefully things will make better sense as time went by.
In the meantime, Avery shifting from nemesis to family left a very large gap that needed to be filled. Somebody was out there coordinating a campaign against Sol, Mom, the Sinclair Group and the Elysium. Somebody wanted to take down the Governor. Somebody was coordinating the media attacks. Somebody was behind Biggs' treachery. Somebody was fronting this Anti-Debauchery League. Somebody had hired these fake protesters. Somebody had ransacked Avery's apartment. And, if I was willing to concede that these attacks had been going on far longer than just the last few months, somebody had murdered Lena Schuyler Sinclair.
Somebody. Who?
Sol seemed to think whoever it was would be in the room at the Gala tonight. The list of suspects was short. Most signs pointed to Sheldon Weissman. He controlled the Tribune Review and The Gossiper. He would benefit from extended controversy with the Governor, which sold papers. His papers had praised the ADL, and he certainly had the money to fund the group and hire those protesters. But why? What was his motivation? Was it just money? Did he dislike Sol for some reason? I doubted he'd have savvy enough and the connections to turn Biggs and he didn't seem like the type to use violence. He was still the most likely suspect, but I had a nagging feeling I was missing something.
What about the other casino owners? Most of them were like Sol, and didn't have the kind of stroke with the media that could have put together the attacks here. They were more likely the culprits with Biggs, though, since he told us he'd been taking bribes from casino owners when he was a cop. And hiring protestors to attack the Elysium and Vex Romano's Empire Luxe made sense - anything that harmed us and Romano would benefit their hotels and casinos. I didn't know any of them, though, but I expected I would meet some of them at the Gala. I vowed to do some internet research today to get a better lay of the land, maybe I could find something to link all these separate threads together.
Vex Romano was still on the list, but I had him near the bottom. Miles seemed to think he was a racist and a homophobe, which certainly wouldn't make him a candidate for best friend of Sol Sinclair. Seeing as how he was in the process of opening a competing hotel, he was certainly a rival, but competition was usually not a bad thing. The ADL had targeted him, too, though, and he was treated both by them and the media like he was in the same category as we were, and the protests at his casino and the build site of the Amor Luxe made ours look paltry in comparison. He was well respected in the community, and while he may have called for the Governor to resign, he hadn't done much more than that. He wasn't often in the headlines, and he wasn't pushing the story, as far as I could tell. He'd been around for a long time, done a lot in the community, and while Miles had called him a thug, what research I had done didn't seem to bear that up. No criminal activity, no mob ties - at least, none that I'd found. He was squeaky clean.
And there was also the possibility, albeit remote, that this was all a coincidence. That the Governor was banging his sister wasn't really news in Vegas, but now that he was no longer just a city council member but the Governor of an entire state, he was getting national attention and the rest of the country - which was almost at European levels of sexual acceptance at this point, you could see bare tits on primetime TV with no one batting an eye anymore - was not moving as quickly towards acceptance of formerly taboo subjects as Vegas was. Sex work was still something you flew to Vegas for, and incest was still frowned upon, except maybe in the boonies. While I didn't think this was likely, an organic anti-fun campaign like the Anti-Debauchery League could rise, even if the bulk of the populace was against it. It wasn't like the temperance movement was wildly popular back in the early 1900s - they were just loud and persistent. I was sure the ADL was a minority, as most people either liked sex or they didn't really care what consenting adults were doing, but that didn't mean there wasn't some unknown rich guy with an agenda funding them, and their campaigns were simply targeted at the biggest players in town that could get them the most free media. But none of that explained Biggs or Avery's apartment getting ransacked. I am not a conspiracy theorist, though, so I don't believe that there are no such things as coincidences. At the same time, you dump enough semi-connected points together, and it's going to form a line.
Who that line was pointing to was still anybody's guess. This kept me up at nights.
The other thing keeping me up was trying to figure out what I was doing with Avery.
Like I said, I was falling in love with her. But I didn't know what that meant in terms of my relationships with other people. Was I supposed to be monogamous now?
This was my big issue. I liked Avery a lot. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to make love to her, worship that body and touch and taste it for hours, days, weeks.
