This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find
here.
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 male bisexuality, interracial sex, light incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. I do my best to accurately tag the story, so check those tags in advance to see what you can expect from each specific chapter. If anything in the tags bothers you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading!
Author's Note
: We are slightly behind schedule, thanks to work commitments that had me traveling the last few weeks. I had hoped to be able to spend some quality time with my laptop during those trips, but duty called. The good news is that Chapter 17, which will include the AAFI awards ceremony, is half written already, so we are on our way to getting back on schedule here shortly. If you're a fan of the series, please be sure to rate and favorite the chapters, as this helps to raise the visibility and get them noticed! Thanks for all the supportive comments, and I'm always willing to hear things you liked, didn't like, or where you'd like the story to go in the comments. Three more chapters until Part 2 is concluded!
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Can I do this?
Ainsley sat in the makeup chair, in front of a large mirror, surrounded by round lightbulbs, designed to provide enough light to banish every shadow from her skin. The makeup staff was flitting around her, brushing on foundation, tweaking her eyeshadow, while the hair team had brushed and braided her long, lustrous black hair. She kept the gray at bay with monthly visits to the hair salon, which was made much easier now that she was living in the Elysium full-time. Having all the amenities a woman could want -- hair, clothes, nails, plastic surgery, even tattoos -- she never had to leave the grounds if she didn't want to.
Today was it. She'd spent more than a month working with Nyla Sinclair, relearning all the techniques she'd learned in college film classes, slowly forgetting what it was like to be a dentist.
She looked back on her dental career, thinking about how many strange mouths she'd had her fingers in over the years. Then she looked back on new career, how many strange mouths she'd had her fingers in over the last few weeks, and grinned. This was much more interesting, much more fun than dentistry had ever been.
Over the last month, she and Nyla filmed dozens of scenes for The Coliseum, and the website had been a huge hit. Subscriptions had just passed the hundred thousand mark, and their revenue was scaling up into the low seven figures, on its way to who knew where. Porn was a wildly inconsistent business. There were studios that got by on shoestring budgets, wanting to make as much profit for as little outlay as possible, and it showed. Others, like Elysium Productions, went all-in on quality, which cut their profit margins down considerably. But in the end, as Nyla loved to remind people, Elysium Productions films were art and advertising -- art, designed to please the eye, and advertising, designed to drive membership in the Elysium Club and get people through the doors of Sinclair Group properties. Those properties now included three additional casinos, and that was why today's shoot was being held at the Atlantis, the newest of the Sinclair Group hotels.
The Atlantis was a family friendly resort, yes. But like every major "family friendly resort" in Vegas, there was a sordid side, too. It didn't take very much work to find photos of people in various states of undress at Disneyworld or flashing their tits on the Harry Potter rides at Universal Studios, after all. And if they shot a porn movie at the Atlantis, with the iconic water slides in the background, well... that would fulfill plenty of fantasies. And, after all, the slides were closed for maintenance one day each month, so there was at least one day Ainsley and her crews could take over the water park for filming. And if seeing their fantasies brought to life got a few more people to book rooms in the hotel? Well, she'd have done her job, at least the way Nyla envisioned it.
Today, though, this was her baby. She'd told Nyla from the beginning that they were missing an older woman with younger man/couple offering. Reyn had their 'La Mère' channel and it did pretty well, and there were dozens of other channels devoted to MILFs and the various erotic combinations that fueled fantasies around the world. That they hadn't launched with one wasn't because Nyla didn't realize there was value in such a channel. It was simply a matter of timing and who they had for stars. Cassidy Cane, one of their signature stars, was old enough to do this kind of content, but she was better used as the headliner for the interracial channel, 'Nubia,' and those were the kinds of scenes she preferred anyway. The rest of their roster was all far too young to make sense doing MILF scenes, and so, until Ainsley had come along, there wasn't really anyone to do it.
Ainsley knew she was taking a big step. It was one thing to be behind the camera. But to go in front? It was completely different. Could she do it? She thought so. The Elysium had, like it had in so many other people, brought out a completely different person in her. Her sex drive had fallen off a cliff not very long into her marriage. She hadn't even realized it until Vikram's crimes came to light and it made perfect sense. Some part of her must have understood what was happening, and so she'd buried away her sexuality. And that's where it stayed, until late December when Avery dragged her into this new life.
At least Avery understood and didn't have a problem with what she was doing. Avery was on a similar path, and she knew plenty of others at the hotel who felt the same way. Random guests she'd met, even Emily Fisher herself -- all people, women especially, who had spent most of their lives repressing their desires or otherwise pretending they didn't exist. All it took was a safe place, friends who understood, and a willingness to take a risk and suddenly she'd blossomed into the kind of woman who could direct and edit porn, and now... now star in it.
She felt a bit of a thrill, and the feeling went straight through her, from the top of her head to her freshly shaved crotch. They had two scenes scheduled for today. She'd directed the first one, which had wrapped a few hours ago. It was for the lesbian channel, 'Sappho,' and it starred two of the sex workers from the Elysium. It had been an outdoor scene, taking advantage of the Atlantis's setting, and just thinking about it made Ainsley's pussy start to tingle. She couldn't wait to get back to the studio to start the editing. But, before that, she had to do her own scene.
Nyla would be directing. It was starring Ainsley, Red Daggett and Chloe Taylor. The script was pretty minimal. Chloe and Red were newlyweds, on vacation at the Atlantis. Ainsley was the older woman who took a liking to them, bought them some drinks, and soon wound up in bed with them both. This was a variation on a theme they had used dozens of times in the past, especially for the 'Familia' incest/taboo channel, although those usually involved brother/sister threesomes, rather than parent/child, for the same reason the MILF channel hadn't existed - a lack of correctly aged stars.
Ainsley smiled to herself. She thought over all the scenes she'd filmed, written, directed and edited over the last few months and she could count on one hand the number of times she'd done a straight up man-meets-woman, man-fucks-woman style scene. They were almost always threesomes or more, and the only time there were one-on-one scenes were for 'Sappho.' She'd thought that was surprising at first, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. People watched porn for fantasy, not reality, and even in the fascinating modern age they lived in, the vast majority of the population was never going to have sex with anyone other than a spouse or significant other. Group sex, threesomes, public sex -- this was all strictly fantasy. Except, of course, if you visited the Elysium. Ainsley grinned to herself. She couldn't think of a better commercial for the hotel than that, after all.
"Ainsley, are you ready? Red and Chloe have finished makeup. We're just waiting on you," Nyla told her, coming up behind her and resting her hands on Ainsley's shoulders, the soft cotton of her white Elysium Productions robe tickling Ainsley's skin.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Ainsley said, looking in the mirror one last time. Nyla squeezed her shoulders, turned and left.
Can I do this?
She thought one more time.
Yes, I can!
Ainsley added the finishing touches to her makeup. She knew the makeup artists had done a great job, but she still wanted to do a few things for herself. Dropping the brush, she stood up, tied the cotton belt of the robe around her waist, left the makeup tent and headed to the set.
The camera crew was standing around the outdoor bar, getting into position, and Nyla was loudly pushing and pulling them into the spots she'd marked out with tape on the ground. As soon as she noticed Ainsley, she walked over, a big grin on her face.
"Girl, you sure you're ready for this?" Nyla asked again.
