Life Outside the Elysium

This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find here - https://www.literotica.com/series/se/494113320. I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, light 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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The doorbell rang. Fucking finally. Jack had been waiting all day for this delivery. He put down his glass of wine on the kitchen island, and padded over to the front door, his soft fuzzy slippers making a quiet, slapping sound on the hardwood floor.

He had taken a risk, grabbing a shower, knowing this delivery was on its way, but he knew delivery people were always late. He hadn't had a chance to dry off very well, so he just grabbed one of his comfy, fluffy robes and tied it around his waist.

Jack opened the door.

There were two delivery people at the door, one of whom was standing in front of him, the other one back behind the white leather sofa they were bringing up. Fortunately, the door to the apartment was pretty wide, and they'd have no trouble getting into the apartment.

"Delivery for Jack," the delivery gal said to him. She was pretty cute. Shorter than him by quite a bit, with blue hair in pig tails and a blue scarf around her neck. She was wearing a skintight brown uniform that showed off a pretty bit of cleavage. The top was cut off below her midriff, which sported a sexy diamond navel piercing. Below that were skintight brown shorts that ended just above the lower curve of her ass. Oddly, she had a bit of a bulge in her shorts where you would have expected to see a camel toe.

The other delivery gal was slightly taller than the one at the door, and she was stacked. Like, literally stacked. Her tits were humungous. She was wearing the same outfit as her partner, but her navel piercing looked like a black spade.

"Yeah, that's me. Thanks for getting here, almost on time," Jack noted, looking at the clock on the wall, a bit of ice in his voice. They were two hours late.

"Traffic," the blue haired delivery gal said, as if that excused it. She thrust a clipboard and pen at him. "Sign here to confirm you received the furniture," she said. She looked past Jack into the apartment. "Just moving in, huh?"

"Yeah, this is my first day here," he said. "I'm Jack," he added.

"I'm Zoey," the blue haired delivery gal told him. "Monster tits over there, that's Cassidy," she added, thumbing back towards the gal behind the couch, who just stared at him languidly. "Now that we're all acquainted, how about you sign this form saying we delivered the couch to you so we can be on our way to the next spoiled rich kid getting a delivery?"

Jack frowned. He wasn't used to being talked to like this. Especially not by delivery women. They must be union. His face hardened. He was going to have to play hardball with them.

"I'm not signing anything until you all actually bring the couch in. I paid for installation, too," he added, his acerbic tone making it clear he wasn't in the mood for these two to fuck around. Did they think he was actually going to move that couch around himself?

The delivery gals just rolled their eyes. "Bring it in," she told her partner. Jack had no idea how that other one was going to be able to lift her end of the couch with those massive knockers, but that was her problem, not his.

Amazingly, the two of them managed to get the thing in the apartment. Jack had them bring it into the main living area. "Put it against the wall," he told them.

They started to put it against the back wall, but that's not what Jack wanted, because it would have blocked the balcony entrance. He wanted it on the side wall, against the windows that didn't open.

"No, no. Not there. Move it against the WALL," he said, heatedly. "Not against the BALCONY,"

Zoey and Cassidy looked at each other, and he could guess what they were thinking. He didn't care. He paid for

installation

, and he was going to get the thing where he wanted it.

They pushed the couch instead of lifting it, and the squeal of wood on wood hurt Jack's ears. He put his hands to his ears and shook his head like it was causing him real pain. "Lift it! Lift it! Don't scratch the wood! I just moved in, for fuck's sake!"

"Okay, dude, okay -- chill. We got this," Zoey said, as the two of them lifted the couch and put it where Jack had directed. But the more he thought about it, the more he thought it shouldn't go against that wall.

"Okay, I don't like it there. Move it over here in the middle of the room," Jack ordered. The two of them sighed, lifted it up and moved it forward a few feet. He stood there, tapping his foot. There was still something wrong. He didn't really like it there either.

"No, that's not going to work," Jack mused, walking around, trying to decide where exactly this thing should go. Zoey and Cassidy stood there waiting as he changed his mind but still moving it where he directed. After two more tries, he thought he figured it out. He barked out one last set of orders.

Finally. Just right. "Okay, that's good. Now, what do I need to sign?"

"Oh, you're gonna do more than sign, boy," Cassidy said to Jack. She came over to him aggressively, then stood directly in front of him, looking up into his eyes. "You like bossing around women, do you?"

"But...but...you don't understand," he said, stammering. "I paid for installation!" It was hard for Jack to miss how attractive, and how intimidating, she was. Standing there, staring up into his eyes, but with those massive tits, he couldn't help it. His eyes were bouncing between her face and her boobs. No man could have ignored those massive mounds, could they?

Cassidy noticed and smirked up at him. "Yes, you did. And we installed it for you. So, guess what?" She stepped forward and put a hand on Jack's chest. "Now you're going to give us a tip," she said, licking her lips.

She reached down and opened Jack's robe, displaying his semi-hard cock.

"A really BIG tip, it looks like," she added, her tongue touching her upper teeth as she looked greedily at Jack's swiftly hardening cock. Zoey dropped the clipboard with the form on the ground and came to stand next to Cassidy. "You want to do the honors, Zoey?"

Zoey ran her finger up Jack's chest, on the bare area where the two lapels of his robe didn't meet. Jack followed her finger with his eyes until she laid her hand flat on his chest.

She pushed Jack and he tripped, landing heavily on the couch. His robe flew completely open, and there he was, naked, in front of the two beautiful delivery women. It was no wonder his cock began to rise, saluting the two and their hard work.

Zoey and Cassidy wasted no time. Cassidy pulled Jack back up to his feet and tore off the robe. It landed in a pile on the floor in front of the couch, and then Zoey stepped up and pushed Jack back down for a second time. He landed with a thud and gasp. The two delivery gals dropped to their knees and began sucking his cock. They swapped it back and forth for a bit, before Zoey stood up and leaned over to kiss Jack on the mouth.

Cassidy was clearly a pro. She was rubbing his balls while tugging on his shaft, her lips and tongue working up and down his long, white rod. Looking closely, you could see a streak of lipstick on the underside of his cock as she worked her mouth as far down as she could, measuring how far into her throat she took him. Zoey, for her part, was ready to take things to the next level, breaking off her kiss with Jack to stand up and strip off her brown delivery gal uniform top. Her tight brown shorts were tented now, something definitely sticking out of them. It was obviously painful, so she stripped the shorts off as well, her girlcock popping up, fully erect in front of her.

Jack's eyes went wide, his eyebrows shot up, and he mouthed a "Wow," before throwing his head back and enjoying the feel of Cassidy's lips and hands on his member.

Zoey stepped over next to Cassidy, who had not missed a beat working Jack's cock, and pushed her own cock into Cassidy's face. Cassidy looked up at her and grinned, then took Zoey's ladydick into her mouth, alternating between this new toy and Jack's.

Jack's eyes widened again, and then he smiled. He was clearly enjoying himself.

After a few minutes of working both cocks, Cassidy stood up. Zoey stepped over and helped her out of her tight brown shorts, as Cassidy literally tore her brown work shirt off, the sound of shredding fabric loud in the apartment. She dropped the tatters on the floor and then knelt back down. She took Jack's big cock and placed it between her breasts, then spat on it, getting it good and wet. She squeezed those mammoth tits together and began to tittyfuck Jack. After a few moments of this, Zoey stepped up and pushed her cock towards Cassidy's mouth, who turned her head to take it all. Zoey was not nearly as large as Jack in the junk department, so Cassidy could easily fit Zoey's entire cock in her mouth, while keeping Jack occupied between her tits.

After a few minutes of the dual blowjob and titty fuck, Zoey pulled her dick out of Cassidy's mouth. "You got any lube in this joint, rich kid?"

Jack pointed to the dining room. Zoey walked over and found a tube, brought it back, squirted a healthy shot into her hands and then rubbed it up and down Jack's pole. Cassidy, for her part, had moved to the side, leaned over, resting her tits on Jack's chest as she gave him a long, fiery kiss, doing her best to keep her long blonde hair over her left shoulder. Her breasts were so large, she could barely reach his face from where she lay.

As soon as Jack's cock was sufficiently lubed, Cassidy stood up, turned around and slowly sat down on him, working his dick slowly into her waiting asshole. Zoey stood by, watching and then lubed up her own cock, getting it ready. She slowly jacked herself off, as Cassidy slid down Jack's entire length, inch by inch, slowly.

"I've been waiting all day to fuck you, girl," Zoey growled. She watched as Cassidy worked Jack's dick into her now gaping asshole. Cassidy's eyes closed and she gasped. Both she and Zoey had been making sexy noises throughout their little show, but now was the time when they started to moan. Cassidy begged Jack to fuck her ass, be rough with her, make sure he got his money's worth on the 'installation.'

As soon as she took his entire length in her ass, Zoey stepped in, sliding her smaller girlcock into Cassidy's waiting pussy. She started fucking her hard, her nuts slapping into Jack's cock as he filled Cassidy's ass. He was waiting for Zoey to work up a good rhythm. As soon as she did, he started to pull his cock out and push it back in, just a small bit at a time. He could feel Zoey's dick inside Cassidy's pussy just millimeters away through a thin layer of flesh. It rubbed on his cock each time she pulled out and pushed in, and he started rocking his hips to meet Zoey's member with his own. He started grunting and moaning as well, his eyes shut and his breath coming in gasps.

After four or five minutes of this, Zoey pulled out of Cassidy's pussy and started to step up onto the couch to put her cock in Cassidy's face. She was still wearing her work shoes.

"Hey! This is a brand-new couch! Get your shoes off!" He yelled, but didn't stop fucking Cassidy's asshole.

"Fuck your couch!" Zoey shouted, stepping up anyway, pushing her ladydick into Cassidy's face. "Buy another one, you rich motherfucker!"

Jack just closed his eyes and let it go, the feeling of Cassidy's anus working his dick over was too good to worry about a little dirt from a delivery girl's shoes. There was going to be more than just dirt on the couch when they were through, he was sure. Cassidy starting sucking Zoey's dick again, tasting her own pussy on it, while enjoying the exquisite fullness of a large cock in her ass. She loved that feeling and it showed on her face.

After another few minutes, she stood up, pulling off Jack's dick, and bending over the couch. Jack moved around in front of her, and she took his dick in her mouth, not even flinching as he went ass-to-mouth. Zoey, seeing an opportunity, walked around behind her, and as Cassidy took Jack's dick down her throat, nearly to his balls, she slammed her cock into Cassidy's cunt, eliciting a squeal that sent a shiver down Jack's spine.

The pair fucked Cassidy hard, one in the mouth and one in her pussy, for nearly fifteen minutes. They switched eventually, Jack moving to her pussy and Zoey going back to her mouth. Soon, Zoey began to moan louder and louder, and she pulled her cock out of Cassidy's mouth, jacking it in her hand until she started to cum. As she came, she threw her head back and moaned loudly, spurting three or four solid jets of white semen onto Cassidy's face. Jack watched, moaning, as Cassidy licked her lips, turning around to look at him, and letting him see her face covered in Zoey's spunk. After another minute or so, he pulled out of Cassidy's pussy, hurried around and pumped his cock at Cassidy's face as well. After a few seconds, he erupted, painting her face with another load of jizz. Zoey leaned in and kissed Cassidy, getting some of Jack's cum on her face.

He sat back heavily on the couch. The two delivery girls picked up their discarded uniforms, and Zoey picked up the clipboard she'd dropped on the floor at the start of their tryst.

"Now will you sign the damn form?" she asked, a smile on her face.

"CUT!" Nyla shouted. "That was perfect. Print it."

* * *

Cassidy, Zoey and I cleaned up in the various showers, and then we joined Nyla, Claire and Avery's mom Ainsley upstairs in the makeshift production room, where she was reviewing the film we'd shot. The sun had gone down hours before. Ours was the second scene of the day. They'd shot a threesome with Misaki, Lucy and Chloe first, which didn't require a script as it was just the girls having sex. Ours was longer, so it was the final shot of the day. We finished close to nine, and we had our dinner reservations, courtesy of Claire, for ten at Sequoia, a restaurant not too far from the Watergate, but even closer to my dorm back at Georgetown. That gave Nyla half an hour to review the film before we had to leave.

The production assistants were cleaning up the set, getting it ready for tomorrow's shoots and packing up the three cameras and lighting equipment. The lights we'd use tomorrow they left up, but the cameras needed to be recharged, and their memory cards replaced.

Ainsley, apparently, was one of Nyla's assistant directors now. I had no idea how that happened, but I hoped to learn more at dinner. She and Nyla took seats behind the workstations and began to review the footage. It was cool seeing the two of them working, watching the raw footage before it turned into a film. She'd have to send the footage back to the Elysium for Miles to add the soundtrack, and her editing team to generate the credits and intro and outro clips that would turn this raw footage into a completed scene.

I have to admit, it was pretty hot. There were some excellent close ups of Zoey and Cassidy, and I thought I looked rather good. The image quality was just superb, like nothing I'd ever seen before. The lighting was perfect -- it looked about as Hollywood as you could get. Nyla never ceased to amaze me with her artistry. And, I have to admit, I thought the script was pretty funny, especially turning the trope of the bored housewife banging the delivery guys on its head. I thought folks would love it.

"Jack, this was splendid work on your part, but I gotta admit -- Cassidy and Zoey stole the show. That ad lib about fucking his couch -- that was genius. Rick James would have approved," Nyla said, laughing. Zoey just grinned.

"I was hoping somebody would get the reference," she said. "Jack, you deserve credit for setting that up with the 'get your shoes off the couch' thing," she laughed. "I almost cracked up. You played a perfect Karen. What's the male version of a Karen?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I always just called them Karens, regardless of gender," I told her. I wondered if there is a male Karen. What could it be? Darren? Brad? Kyle? No -- I had it. Richard. I resolved that I would start trying to make Richard happen, if I came across any bitchy men who asked to see the manager. "Henceforth, I deem all male Karens to be Richards."

"Well, you played this Richard pretty solid," Nyla said. "Any suggestions for a name for this scene?"

Zoey pondered for a second. "Are you still going with one-word names for everything?"

Nyla nodded at her. "Yeah, I kind of like the added difficulty of trying to sum up forty minutes of sex in one word. Adds to the mystery, too."

"How about 'Installation,' since I said it a couple dozen times," I said, kidding. I laughed, but the three women just looked at me.

"That's...actually, pretty good," Nyla said, thinking. "Yeah. I like it."

"I have never had more fun working on movies than I have with you guys," Cassidy said, gulping water from a plastic bottle fresh from the fridge. Claire had gotten them both stocked before the crew arrived. "I don't know whether it's just working for women, or it's because you all pay so much attention to the details. It doesn't hurt that everyone here is just

nice

and you all seem to care so much. Like, naming the scenes? Most of these guys use AI these days," she added. "If everybody in the business was like you, I'd have stayed longer."

"What studio were you working for when you retired?" I asked her.

"Reyn," she said, a hint of disgust in her voice. "Bunch of filthy animals, they were," she said. "Their head guy, some dolled up Russian pimp named Geno something or other, was a real piece of shit." The scorn just dripped off her. "Not only were we expected to film scenes for him, but he also liked to sample the goods, if you know what I mean. He'd even trade us around to his friends. I fired my agent after that booking. Motherfucker didn't read the fine print in the contract, which obligated me to help 'entertain' Geno's asshole friends. After the last time I had to go to Abu Dhabi to 'promote' the films and ended up getting passed around his buddies, I gave it up for good. That's when I quit, headed to Vegas and eventually met all of you," she said.

"Wait, that's a thing? That's just glorified human trafficking," I said. I couldn't believe that was still happening in this day and age.

"Oh, it's a thing, boy," Nyla said, looking at me. "And guess who our biggest competition is going to be when we launch? Reyn. Honestly, I think that's one thing that's going to be going in our favor," she added. "You know how many former stars who've gotten out of the business have reached out when they heard what we were doing? The fans love Reyn, but the actors fucking hate them. We're never going to pull that shit on our actors. We want folks who want to be doing this, and we certainly aren't going to take advantage of anybody," Nyla said, passionately. Zoey and Cassidy smiled at her.

"This is why I'm working with you guys," Zoey said. "I had offers from a dozen different houses, but nothing felt right. Until now."

"Awwww," Cassidy said, putting her arm around Zoey and squeezing her into those massive tits. Zoey laughed and buried her face in the canyon between Cassidy's jugs, and we all started laughing.