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!
Author's Note:
For those of you who were disappointed by the relative lack of sex in the last episode, this one should make up for it, lol. As always, thanks for reading, and I hope if you enjoyed the story so far, you'll let me know either through the comments or a DM. I figure we are about two thirds of the way through this Part, if you're wondering how much more is left. I still have a few more tricks up my sleeve!
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I spent close to a week in the hospital. Slowly, but surely, my arm started to get better. I avoided infection, and by the time I was discharged, I could move my fingers again and I could slowly move my arm. The doctors told me I had been very, very lucky, that the wound was essentially superficial, and I would get full use of the arm back in four to six weeks, as long as I didn't do any further damage to it. The ear wound was also superficial, would heal sooner than the rest of me, and there'd be a chunk of my upper ear missing. It would be up to me if I wanted cosmetic surgery to fix it. The ribs would heal on their own and would take probably the same amount of time to heal as my arm, maybe longer if I didn't take it easy.
"No pushups, no hitting practice, and no rough sex," the doctor told me.
Avery made a pouting pantomime. "I guess I can be gentle for a
little
while," she said, and we laughed.
That week flew by. I did interviews with every major news outlet I'd ever heard of, from CNN to Telemundo. The President called and sent flowers, and we had a brief conversation in which she thanked me for all I did and told me to keep her informed on my progress. I had no idea how exactly to do that, but hey, it was the thought that counts.
I didn't tell her about my dream.
In between interviews, I did my homework, watched the classes I couldn't be in live and did my best to keep my grades up and participate over email.
Back in DC, Fiona and Avery ran a half dozen stories covering the assassination attempt, while Max kept their whiskey export investigation going, handling those articles himself. Avery stayed here with me, but Fiona and Molly flew back commercial, a bit of a let down from the flight to Vegas, I'm sure. Ben decided to stay with Claire here until I was well enough to go back home, and Claire worked her magic with the Georgetown administration to let him study remotely like I was. The Washington Chronicle had some of the best reporting on the attack, scooping the Post and the New York Times, and Avery's stock skyrocketed around the newsroom. Bob Butler and Victoria Langston were ecstatic, and both of them tried claiming credit for hiring her. There was a noticeable bump in circulation.
I had a steady stream of visitors to my hospital room. The Governor, both Senators, the Congresswoman who hadn't attended the memorial service because she was the mayor's ex-wife and hated him, the mayor (without his ex-wife), and all of the city council members stopped by over the course of the week. They all wanted grip and grin photographs with me.
Even Vex Romano and his daughter Eva came to pay their respects. They were some of the first, besides family, to do so. Avery had to be in the room when Eva was there, and I could tell that Avery's presence was not lost on her. She still took the opportunity to flirt outrageously with me. Romano even shook my hand.
Sally Hemingway stopped by, and snuck me a small bottle of whiskey, which I appreciated. Of all the CEOs of the Big Five (not counting Sol), I liked Sally the most. She was down to earth, funny, and cute in a MILFy kind of way. She reminded me of Mom, if Mom had stayed more tomboyish rather than becoming more bimboish.
Liao never came, never sent flowers. I think he knew better than to try to suck up to me while the expulsion bullshit was still floating around out there. Dimitri Borodin never showed up, nor did Yevgeny Volkov, the man who had been with him. Claire identified him to me as we watched the video of the shooting one night in my room. I had no idea who he was, but Claire explained he was on Zvezda's Board now, was becoming Borodin's right-hand man, and he owned the Reyn group of porn sites, which were likely to become Nyla's biggest competition.
It was going to take a moving truck to move all the flowers I'd been sent out of the hospital and back to my rooms in the Elysium. By the time I made it home, my apartments looked like a botanical garden.
Thursday night, January 22nd, was the first night that I spent back at the Elysium. It was good to be home, and I was looking forward to tomorrow, which was going to be the official roll out of the 'The Coliseum,' Nyla and Elysium Productions' new website.
We'd debated whether to push the launch back, but I had fought hard to keep the date the same. I knew my fifteen minutes of fame weren't going to last forever, and if we launched the site while I was still in the public eye, we'd be surfing a wave of positive opinion and likely press coverage.
The press wasn't sure what to make of me. I was a college student, yes. I had foiled the assassination attempt on the Governor, and I had 'saved' the President, yes. But I was also an adult film star, and it was interesting to see how each outlet framed the story. CNN ignored it. The New York Post had dubbed me the "Hottie Hero" and I was plastered all over its covers, including some grainy shots from 'Jack's First Movie.' Fox mentioned it, but didn't highlight it -- which I took to be proof positive that morality in America had loosened up. Almost nobody attacked me for it, which I was surprised and flattered by.
I was looking forward to tomorrow night, when Nyla was throwing a massive launch party at Vespers, invite only, and it was going to feel good joining the crew as we celebrated the addition to the Sinclair Group portfolio of companies. I was tired of being cooped up in the hospital, even if the attention had been nice.
Avery and I got our first real moments alone in a week that Thursday night. Mom, Sol, and Avery picked me up from the hospital. I had to say goodbye to everybody, all the nurses, especially my new blonde friend, who was named Charity -- a good name for a nurse in my view -- who had managed to finally finish one of those blowjobs earlier in the week. The doctors all came out to say goodbye, and there was even a news crew to film the event. I guess my fifteen minutes weren't up yet.
I settled in on the couch, a proscribed glass of scotch in my hand. I wasn't supposed to be drinking yet, but I enjoyed the sneaky mini bottle of whiskey Sally Hemingway had snuck into the hospital for me with no ill effects, and I refused to fill the painkiller prescription the doctors gave me. I wasn't interested in getting hooked on opiates, and I could handle a little pain. And if a glass of scotch helped take the edge off, well, I considered that medicinal.
"It's good to have you home, Jack," Avery told me. She walked over to where I was sitting, leaned in, and gave me a kiss, a long and sultry one, and now -- after the kiss -- I truly felt like I was home.
"It's good to be home," I said. "Come sit here and let's relax."
My rooms smelled like flowers. The sun had just gone down, and I had a pretty view of the tower of the Elysium from my rooms. Mom and Sol's rooms were across the hotel from mine, and we liked to watch each other after dark. I could see Sol on the couch, looking out, probably at us, a drink in his hand and Mom rubbing his back. I held up my scotch to him, and he returned the gesture.
"I took the liberty of ordering us some dinner from room service," Avery said, getting off the couch and walking into the bedroom to take off her jacket. It had gotten cold again. I had thrown mine on the coffee table, as it was just draped over my shoulder. The sling holding my left arm tight against my body didn't allow me to put one on.
"That's great, babe," I said. I hadn't had anything but hospital food for a week.
"After dinner, I have a welcome home gift for you," she said.
"Gift?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "What kind of gift?"
"Let's call it live entertainment, dear," she said, winking at me. She got a glass of scotch and sat down next to me, looking out at the Vegas night, and we watched Sol and Mom sharing a pre-dinner drink in their rooms across from us.
"Any updates on what happened to me?" I asked, taking a sip. I had been kept pretty out of the loop on the investigation. Most of what I knew came from Avery's articles in the Chronicle.
"Not really," Avery said, taking a sip of her drink. "I understand you will have a meeting with the investigators on Monday, and maybe they'll have more to tell you. Chris Stoneman says the FBI has taken over the case from the Secret Service, and they're sending one of their veterans from the Washington Field Office out to interview you. There's also a staff meeting tomorrow to go over things. We figured visiting the office on Freeuse Friday might cheer you up."
"A week and they've still got nothing?"
"They're working on breaking the encryption on the laptop, but it's pretty sophisticated as I understand it," Avery told me. "The gun was a dead end. The rifle type is one of the most popular in the world, and it could have come from anywhere. No fingerprints, no serial numbers. I'm sure you've seen the photos of the guy on the news."
