Life In The Oasis Ch 06

Author's Note

This is the next chapter in the final series of the Elysium Trilogy. If you haven't yet, I suggest you read

Part 1

and

Part 2

, although you do not need to have read the previous two parts to be able to completely understand the story (or enjoy the sex!), so don't let the size of this series intimidate you. You are welcome to start here and go back later or simply continue from here. If you like what you read here, there's plenty more in the previous two books!

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, and I do my best to ensure that the tags are correct and comprehensive for each chapter. These stories touch on a variety of sexual subjects, like male and female bisexuality, gay sex, lots of interracial sex, some incest, oodles of group sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism, all set in a near future universe where sex is far more open than in our world. You'll find a lot of the standard tropes turned on their head here, so don't be surprised to have your assumptions challenged!

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Sunday afternoon, June 6, 2032

The Elysium, Las Vegas

The pleasure I was feeling from doing my good deeds stayed with me as I made my way from the lobby of the Elysium to the bar in the center of the casino.

The Elysium was different from a lot of casinos in Las Vegas in a variety of ways, the most obvious being the focus on sex. Sex was always a theme in Vegas, as it went along with the glitz and glamor of gambling. Money, sexy women, hunky men, and a free-willing attitude were common in town, but nowhere did Vegas take it to the level that we did in the Elysium.

The other notable thing was the absence of slot machines. Sol hated them with a passion. While slots were by far the biggest revenue generators when it came to Vegas gambling, producing almost three quarters of all gambling revenue for the rest of the casinos, they were loud, and they brought in a demographic that Sol wasn't eager to satisfy. The image of blue-haired old ladies on oxygen furiously pressing buttons to get their dopamine hit was not what the Sinclair Group had in mind when it came to their target audience.

The result was a much younger clientele, although there were plenty of older, retired people who enjoyed the benefits the Elysium had to offer, especially if they enjoyed the companionship of younger men and women. It also made the casino floor much quieter, much darker and more intimate, and the result was a relaxed, sensual atmosphere that was conducive to the seduction and sex that was fundamental to the Elysium experience.

This is what people paid thousands of dollars and subjected themselves to interviews and attractiveness ratings to get access to. If you wanted to enjoy mindless button mashing, Zvesda's Starlight was more up your alley. If you wanted to wear a tuxedo and channel your inner James Bond, making a killing at baccarat or bluffing your way into a World Series of Poker bracelet -- and maybe getting a piece of ass at the same time -- the Elysium was designed for you.

That's why the Elysium was not open to the public. It was, technically, one very large, very expensive country club, with strict member requirements and background checks. To get in here alone was a status symbol in Las Vegas, and that's one of the things that many people found so appealing about it.

Without a need for acres of slot machines, the Elysium had lots of space for other things, and one of those things was Noctis.

In the center of the casino floor, surrounded by the various table games that radiated out from it like a pinwheel, was a huge drinking establishment, with seating that could hold hundreds in semi-private glory. There were little seating nooks, tables, and a circular bar that filled the exact center of the floor. Attending it were dozens of bartenders and even more wait staff serving the guests that used the bar to meet friends, take a break from the tables, or enjoy quiet, assignations.

There were a variety of discrete areas inside Noctis, each catering to a different sexual appetite. The servers were dressed appropriately for each area, and the flat screen monitors and décor all catered to those kinks. There was a bondage themed section, where the service staff were dressed as doms and dommes in leather gear and harnesses, and the monitors showed BDSM porn. Another area catered to the interracial kink, and many of the servers there were Black, Asian or Hispanic. There was a gay section, a lesbian section, and even a taboo section where the servers were all dressed like schoolgirls and boys.

The center bar was heterogenous, not catering to any specific kink, and that's where I started looking for Jasmine, Katie's friend.

A few of the bartenders knew me from sight, although I hadn't spent a ton of time here in Noctis. Honestly, I preferred the bar in the sports book, if only because I was an athlete at heart. Eva enjoyed it down here and I knew she spent some time with Avery in the lesbian section, but I couldn't recall the last time I'd visited.

I didn't see Jasmine in the main bar area, so I started to check out the kink areas. I skipped the gay one, although I had been in the mood for some male company lately. It was unlikely she would be there, nor did I check the lesbian area, where I wouldn't have been very welcome.

Some of the Stable of Bulls, our nickname for the coterie of male Black sex workers in the hotel, supplemented their income by working as servers in Noctis, and I ran into one of them I knew.

"Hey, Antoine," I said, stepping over and greeting my friend. He was one of Mom's new favorites and had been a key part of her bachelorette party last week in The Fields spa, upstairs. He was relatively new to the Elysium, so it made sense he was trying to make a little extra money while getting his feet wet in the various parts of the hotel.

"Jack! What brings you down here? Can I get you a drink?" He asked, giving me a bro hug and slapping me on the arm in a friendly way.

"I'm looking for a friend," I told him. "Well, friend may be stretching it a bit. I met her earlier today and she asked me to meet her here."

"What's she look like?" He said, looking around. "It's been relatively quiet for a Sunday night, so maybe I've seen her?"

"She's about your height," I told him. Antoine was far shorter than I was, probably a hand shorter than six foot. "She's got brunette hair, darker skin -- she reminds me of Avery except smaller and not as busty," I told him.

"Word," he said. "You know, I think I do recall seeing someone like that. She was over in the bondage section. I thought it was Avery at first, honestly, but she wasn't ... you know... as stacked. You best watch yourself bro," he said, leaning in and leering at me. "You don't want to get typecast, chasing the same type of woman constantly," he laughed.

I laughed along with him. "Oh, I'm not chasing. She said she had a proposal for me and I'm feeling generous today, so I thought I'd hear her out," I said. I thanked him for his help and worked my way through the various sections of the bar until I was in the BDSM area.

My only experience with this community was my brief time with Maggie Callahan at Georgetown, who moonlighted as a dominatrix. Avery and I had played a bit with her, and looking back now after a lifetime of experiencing just about every sexual kink that's out there, I have to admit I cringe a little. We didn't even set up safewords when we played with her. I would say we were just kids, but I know that's no excuse. So, for you BDSM fans who had to read about our exploits, let me apologize now for being such a damn noob.

The one thing my time with Maggie had demonstrated to me was that this kink wasn't really for me. But I did understand some of the attraction. The gear was pretty hot, if I had to be bluntly honest. As I walked into the area, I saw one of the servers, who was completely kitted out in a leather harness that left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were pierced, as was her nose and her eyebrow.

"Jack, I think you're in the wrong place," she said. I had no idea who she was -- I don't think we'd ever met before, but most of the Elysium staff knew who I was by this point. I wondered what gave my being out of place here away. Was it the fact that I was openly staring at everyone as I walked in? Or was I overdressed in my ratty hoodie and shorts?

"Oh, on that you can be sure," I said, laughing. "I'm looking for a girl who I was told might be in here. Middle height, long curly black hair, looks a bit like my girlfriend. Have you seen her?"

"I'm right here, Jack!" said a voice from a booth in the corner that was nestled away, just out of my view.

The server smiled at me again, winked, and then turned to head to another table. I realized she had a buttplug in that was attached to a long faux hair tail that fell from her ass to her knees. I just shook my head and wandered over to where Jasmine was sitting.

"I'm sorry," she said, standing up. "I have been trying to work my way through each section of the bar since we got here, and the BDSM area was the last one I hadn't tried yet. I should have told you," she added, looking up at me. She was wearing a pale blue bridesmaids' dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her ass, which I appreciated. Her makeup was well done, and her hair was coifed perfectly, cascading down her back in a mass of gorgeous curls.

On closer inspection, I realized that Jasmine didn't look as much like Avery as I remembered. Besides the height and her smaller breasts, her skin was lighter by at least one tone, and she had green eyes, not Avery's brown. Her face was just a bit softer, a bit rounder, but her hair and the way she held herself were so similar to Avery that I understood why even I had thought there was a significant resemblance.

"It's fine," I told her. "I haven't been in many of the other areas of Noctis either, so this was a fun experience getting to see the various parts. I should spend more time here, honestly. Can I buy you a drink?"

"You can buy me two," she said with a grin. I led her back towards the central bar and we sidled up to it in an area that was relatively empty.

I ordered a Lagavulin, neat, and she ordered two Cosmopolitans. We got our drinks, and the first sip went down very easily. As we tasted our drinks, something hit me. Why was she here? Shouldn't she be at the wedding?

"Uh, I have a stupid question," I said, looking at my watch. It was almost five in the late afternoon. "Shouldn't you be at the wedding?"

Jasmine laughed at the question. "The wedding isn't for another hour, and as the maid of honor, I've been tasked by Katie with a very important mission," she told me. She took a sip from one of her Cosmos. "Important enough to get me down here when I should be upstairs helping her finish getting ready."

"It must really be important," I said with a chuckle, raising my eyebrows at her. Now I was well and truly intrigued.

"Oh, it is. Normally, I don't think Katie would have even dreamed of asking this of anybody, but because we're here in this hotel, and because you are ... well,

you

... she felt like this was something she could request that wouldn't be considered too crazy or off the wall," Jasmine began. "And seeing as how you've already done so much to help the soon-to-be-newlyweds, she thought it couldn't hurt to ask."

I'd already given Katie and Tony a hundred grand from my craps winnings early this morning. After that, I wasn't sure what else I could possibly do for them. "Okay, I'm listening," I said, wondering where this was going to go.

"This hotel is magical, you know?"

I laughed. "Yes, I'm well aware," I told Jasmine. "That's part of the charm. You can do things here you can't do anywhere else."

"Exactly!" She said, putting her hand on my arm. I looked down at her hand, then back up into her eyes. I could see a smoldering look of desire there, and I have to admit it was attractive to me. She wasn't Avery, but she was a smokeshow in her own right. "And that's where you come in," she continued.

"What exactly does Katie want from me?" I asked, trying to move the conversation along. While I didn't mind chatting with Jasmine, she was on a tighter schedule than I was, and I knew she had to get back upstairs. It was time for her to land the plane and tell me exactly what this 'indecent proposal' she had mentioned was all about.

"Tony is a sub. Katie is the dominant one in their relationship. You may have noticed this when you were with us upstairs," she began.

I nodded. That would certainly explain the vibe.

"Well, Katie likes to watch. And she hasn't really ever had a chance to do that. And so, she was hoping you'd be willing to help her out. I told her you were into this kind of thing, based on the porn you do."

I smiled. I certainly was. "If Katie wants to watch me fuck you, I'd be happy to make that dream come true, absolutely," I said. Jasmine's hand on my arm felt warm and the thought of banging her while Katie watched had begun to turn me on.

Jasmine laughed out loud. I wasn't exactly sure what was so funny about what I'd said, but it apparently it was absolutely hilarious to Jasmine, who took her hand off my arm to hold her belly while she overflowed with mirth.

"What? What did I say?"

Jasmine finally got ahold of herself and wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "Oh, Jack, as much as I would love that, that's not what Katie wants."

"You said she wanted to watch, didn't you?" Listen, in my defense, I'd been up since the buttcrack of dawn today and that was after being up til one in the morning having an orgy with my immediate family. You'd have been slow on the uptake, too, you know.

"She does. She wants to watch you fuck Tony," she said, between giggles.

I blinked. "She wants to watch me ... fuck ... her husband? Really?"

"Yes, really. Like I said, Tony is a sub. Katie likes to watch. It's their wedding night and Tony has promised Katie she can do whatever she wants to him. And what she wants is to watch him suck you and then take your big white cock up his Black ass. She's had him under lock and key for months now. He's so horny he's probably shaking right now knowing he'll finally get a chance to get off tonight," Jasmine said. I could tell she found this idea erotic, because her skin was a bit flushed and she had licked her lips when she finished speaking.

I was stunned. Never in a million years did I think this was how today was going to end. Did I want to do this? I had to admit, Tony was my type. And I hadn't been with a guy in quite a while, so far back I couldn't remember the last time, but I assumed it was probably with Ben or Diego. Katie was gorgeous, and even if she didn't participate, the idea of her watching me fuck her husband ... well, here was another new kink I'd never known existed and a part of me really wanted to try it. And as I looked at Jasmine and thought about what she was asking, I felt my cock begin to rise in my pants.

Jasmine noticed I had squirmed in my seat a bit, and she bit her lip and then casually flicked her eyes down to my crotch. My workout shorts were loose, but I could feel the outline of my cock against the fabric, and I knew it had to be visible. She smiled seductively at me.

"Is that a yes?" She said, standing up and moving closer to me.

"Yes," I said huskily. I cleared my throat and took a sip of scotch. "Of course, I'd be happy to help Katie and Tony on their wedding night."

What the hell was I getting myself into?

Avery and Eva were gone, none of my usual fuck buddies were around, and this whole thing had gotten me horny as hell. So ... why not?

"Excellent! I'll let Katie know. You remember what room they were in right?" She asked me, hopping down off her barstool and quickly downing the rest of her drink, before doing the same to the second one. It was an impressive display of drinking.

"I think so. I can always look it up later to confirm. What time does she want me there?"

"The wedding itself begins at six, and the reception is supposed to go until eleven. So how about you be up there around midnight?"

"Sounds like a plan," I told her. I finished my scotch and sat the empty glass back on the bar. "I should probably dress a little nicer than this, shouldn't I?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," Jasmine told me, a half-grin on her face. "You won't be wearing it long. Also, Katie told me that I should give you a bit of an incentive if you said yes."

With that, she squatted in front of me. Her bridesmaids' dress was very flowy below the bodice, and she had no trouble getting down. She reached up and fished my cock out of my shorts, which was made easy by the fact that I had no underwear on, in true Elysium fashion. My cock was already half hard just thinking about fucking Tony while Katie watched, and as Jasmine began to pump my cock, it wasn't long before I was fully engorged.

Now, I know what you may be thinking here. Jasmine and I were in the middle of a bar, in the middle of a casino on a Sunday evening. Were there other people at the bar? Yes. Were there bartenders and wait staff all around? Absolutely. Could everybody in that area of the bar see me getting my cock played with? Yes, they could. Was this a risky move? Absolutely not.

This is the Elysium, people. Public sex was not only acceptable, it was positively encouraged. If I had been paying attention, I would have noticed at least two other couples engaged in sexual activity in the bar while I'd been sitting here talking to Jasmine. I mean, I'd literally watched a gangbang in the sports book just a few hours earlier.

As soon as my cock had reached full hardness, Jasmine slipped it into her mouth. This was one more area where she and Avery had something in common -- Avery had started out as a neophyte in the oral sex department but by now she was a bona fide expert. I don't know where Jasmine got started or how long ago, but she knew what she was doing with a cock.

Her dark brown lips and dusky skin contrasted nicely with the pink of my cock head and shaft, and as she bobbed up and down, her left hand tugged my shaft while her right fondled my balls. I could feel her tongue swirling around my cockhead, and I sighed with pleasure.

"Hi Jack! That looks like a lot of fun!" I heard a voice from behind me say, and I turned my head to see Chloe Taylor flouncing over to the bar with her boyfriend Red tagging behind her.

"Hi Chloe, long time no see!" I said, as Jasmine continued to slurp on my cock.

"I know, right! I feel like it's been way too long! Terry and I thought we'd get a drink before going upstairs and finding some friends to fuck, so fancy meeting you here!" She said.

Chloe was one of my stepsister Nyla's best girlfriends. She was a charter member of the Terrible Trio, the family nickname for Nyla's entourage. Despite being Nyla's tutor and over thirty, Chloe looked perpetually eighteen, and when my first sex tape was leaked -- which showed me fucking all three of the Trio -- her youthful appearance had earned me a variety of nasty accusations until she could prove her age and get me off the hook.

Her boyfriend Terry, whom we all called Red because of his red hair, was one of the male sex workers in the Elysium, and both Red and Chloe were two of Nyla's stars over at Elysium Productions. Their specialty was incest and taboo scenes, given how they both had the same age defying genes.

"Chloe, Red, this if my friend Jasmine," I said, introducing the woman who was on her knees sucking my cock to the two newcomers.