Life Outside The Elysium Ch 20

This is the concluding chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find

here.

If you're still here reading, there's a good chance you've read the rest of the series, so you don't need me lecturing you to do it. The Character Guide for Part 2 will go up at the same time as this story, so head there if you need a cheat sheet for the major characters. With dozens of characters, many of whom have sex scenes within the story, I know it can be a bit much.

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including male bisexuality, interracial sex, 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.

Author's Note

: We did it! I almost hit our deadline, missing it by a week, but I hope you all thought it was worth waiting for. I enjoyed watching as the story unfolded, and there were a few surprises about where characters arcs headed in Part 2 that I didn't actually intend until I got there and it all made sense. There have been a few clues throughout the chapters that, if you were reading closely - maybe with some post nut clarity - you may have picked up on. I've also done my best to indicate where the story will go in Part 3.

This was an epic chapter, the longest I've ever written, and I appreciate you all sticking with it. Some of the hottest scenes I've ever written are included in here, and I think it makes for an effective capstone to Part 2.

I'm going to take a well deserved break, work on a few other ideas, and then we'll be back with Part 3 starting in early April.

Thanks again for reading!

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It was the next to last day of Spring Break. Avery, Eva and I had been inseparable all week. We bounced between our apartments in the Elysium and Eva's suite in the Empire Luxe. We'd seen shows together, we'd gone to dinner, shopping, and just sat around watching movies.

And, of course, fucking. The sex was getting better and better, as Eva got used to the two of us, learned what Avery and I liked, and we got to learn what turned her on. It was amazing to watch her evolve. When she first visited, she'd been a little timid, a bit embarrassed that despite being four years older than me and just a little younger than Avery, she had nothing close to the sexual experience we had.

Eva fascinated me, and I knew the feeling was mutual. Here was a beautiful woman who had never been treated as anything more than a princess, as somebody's daughter. She was always "Vex Romano's daughter" and never just Eva Romano, woman. As someone who grew up feeling like a nobody most of the time, hearing her talk about growing up and what it was like was eye opening. She'd been in the public eye her whole life but felt like nobody ever saw the real her.

At least, until Avery and I came into the picture. What drew her to us, besides the physical attraction, was that we just treated her like a regular person. Avery was as down-to-earth a woman as you'd find, and I felt like I was pretty similar. It didn't matter that I was going to be Sol Sinclair's stepson, I was still just Jack Fisher. And I was doing my best not to let my newfound celebrity go to my head.

Avery and I treated Eva the way we wanted to be treated, which was completely different from how everyone else in her life treated her. I think that's what made her like us so much.

I took her around the hotel and showed her the things people were getting up to. She was as goggle-eyed as Avery had been when she saw for herself one of the impromptu orgies in the Sportsbook, curated by Cassidy Cane, who was taking all comers. Soon she was exploring the place on her own and with Avery, and I know they had at least one memorable visit to The Fields Spa together.

It was a great way to spend Spring Break, but I knew it was all going to come to an end here shortly. And then we'd be back to reality for a while.

Tomorrow we'd have to split up for nearly a month, as Avery and I were due back in DC for work and school, and Eva still had responsibilities with Empire Luxe Holdings. She didn't have an official title or role in the company, but she was an accountant by training, had worked with her brother the CFO and had been handling the company finances while her brother's behavior had been erratic -- behavior we now knew was related to his relationship with my future stepbrother. She had been busier than ever since Miles and Mikey eloped, but she knew her father was making moves to put someone permanent in that role. It was another example of her father treating her like a precious object and not someone capable of more, and it exasperated her.

Tonight, though... tonight I was going to show them something neither of them had ever seen before.

Ice hockey.

"This seems really heavy," Avery said, as I handed her a black and gold Vegas Golden Knights jersey.

"Trust me, you're going to appreciate it when we get there. It gets cold in a hockey arena," I said, smiling.

"Really. It gets cold in a room where they play a game on ice," Eva said, the sarcasm dripping off her words. "Who knew?"

"I didn't think it was going to be that cold the first time I went," I told them. "It was like ninety degrees outside, and I was wearing shorts. Thank God we were in a suite, or I'd have frozen." That was my first time going to a hockey game, back when I was in boarding school. Mom had taken me with tickets she'd gotten from a client, and I'd been home for Spring Break, oddly enough. Dad had loved baseball, but never cared much for hockey, so I'd never really seen the team play. This was back in 2023, when I was thirteen and the Golden Knights won the Stanley Cup, and I fell in love with hockey after that experience. I was proud that my Mike Rock jersey still fit. Mike was the team's best player, a legend in Vegas, and responsible for that one and only Stanley Cup.

Fast forward to 2032, and it was Mike's final season. At forty he was the oldest player in the NHL, and the Golden Knights were making another playoff run. I wanted to see him one last time before he retired, so I managed to finagle ice-side seats for Avery and Eva's first trip to the Empire Luxe Arena.

"You really have never been there before?" I asked Eva, looking at her pointedly. "Your company has the naming rights and you've never been there?"

"I don't watch sports, Jack," she said. Avery nodded along with her.

"Neither do I," Avery said. "The only reason I've been there was to cover politicians attending UFC events," she told us. She pulled her jersey on, and I had to say I admired how it hugged her figure.

I was wearing my old Rock jersey, but I had gotten Eva and Avery their own jerseys with their names on the back. Avery's read "Locke" with the number "9." Eva's read "Romano" with the number "6." I wondered if anybody would get the joke.

"Wow, this

is

heavy," Eva said. "And it's so bulky, I bet I could get away without wearing a bra," she said. In a flash, she'd whipped her bra off and pulled it out from under the jersey. "Oh, that's more like it," she said, giggling.

"Wait, if you're going braless, then so am I," Avery said, and she tugged the jersey off, then her undershirt, unsnapped her bra, showing us both her lovely, full breasts, before throwing both shirts back on. "Oh man, this is nice! I already love hockey," she cooed. Eva crossed the room and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

I grinned at my two girls. We left the Elysium -- I had Diego drive us because I didn't want to deal with parking -- and made our way to the Arena.

I was still getting used to the idea that I

had

two girls. I had heard about things like this, the throuple, but I never thought I'd be involved in one. Avery told me about her discussions with Fiona about polyamory, and Eva said she'd read about it in Vanity Fair when she was a teenager, but none of us were experts. Nor had we had any formal discussions on our relationship status. For now, we were just friends who enjoyed spending time together, without any kind of official status.

We didn't need that, at this point. All we knew was that we liked each other and enjoyed spending time together. Avery and I were in love, and we were both in lust with Eva. Could that grow into something deeper? More permanent? Something about more than just sex, something more like love, companionship and all the other things relationships are built from?

Maybe. This was uncharted territory for all of us. But the one thing we all knew for sure was that we wanted to see where this thing was going. So far, it had led a lot of places, most notably the bedroom.

Tonight, though, it was leading us to the Empire Luxe Arena.

We got to the Arena and were met by one of the Team Representatives. I had let the team know that Eva Romano was going to be attending the game, and the Romano name was gold in Las Vegas. They gave us a behind the scenes tour, and we had access to all the VIP areas of the arena, including their private clubs. I asked if we could meet the team after the game, and the rep said he'd look into it.

I knew it was a stretch, but I'd been watching them play for years and this might be my only opportunity to get Mike Rock's autograph on my jersey before he retired.

If I knew how things were actually going to turn out, I would have brought a couple of them for him to sign.

"This is awesome!" Avery gushed, as we watched the two teams practicing before the game started. I bought the girls drinks, and I ended up with a beer -- beer and sporting events seem to go hand in hand -- and we settled into our seats, right next to the glass. "It's so fast!"

"You definitely have to pay attention down here," I told her. "Your whole focus is just on the game," I said. From these seats, we had an excellent view of the goal in front of us. We were sitting in one of the corners, on the same side of the rink as the penalty boxes. Every time the players skated down the ice at full speed, it looked like they were going to end up in our laps.

That was the upside. The downside was that it was very difficult for us to see the Jumbotron, but we didn't need to see it as the players were right in front of us, large as life.

The Knights were playing the Dallas Stars, one of our biggest rivals, and I knew this would bode well for the prospects of some gloves-off fights. I hadn't mentioned this as a possibility to the ladies, because I thought it would be fun to see what they thought when it inevitably happened. I hated the Stars, had hated them since we bounced them in the Western Conference Finals in 2023 and their fans went nuts on us, throwing shit on the ice and just generally being assholes. We had the last laugh, of course, winning the Cup that year, but the bad blood continued, especially after they injured Mike Rock right before the start of the playoffs in 2028, costing us our best player and our chance to hang a second championship banner from the rafters of the Arena.

I was pleased to see that Knights fans outnumbered Stars fans by nearly ten to one, which was not often the case in Vegas. We were a tourist hotspot, and people loved to come here to watch their teams play -- the Athletics had the same problem in baseball, and when the Yankees or the Dodgers came to town, the place was a sea of blue and white, our poor meager green and yellow outnumbered on our own turf.

The girls were totally into the game, especially the first time the players body checked each other into the boards right in front of us. Avery had actually screamed, which earned her a toothless grin from one of the Knights when he saw her and chuckles from the regulars in the seats around us.

"I can't believe this is the first time I've ever been to one of these games," Eva told me after the first period ended. "This is so much fun!"

I spent half my time trying to explain what was happening, the other half trying to remember the rules so I could actually answer their questions. After my third time trying to explain what 'icing' was, I just gave up and told them we could google it later.

The second period saw the first fight of the night, and it was a doozy. Mike Rock and one of the younger players on the Stars got into it, throwing their gloves down, and Mike laid the kid out with a punch to the gut that I heard from across the ice. Avery and Eva were screaming, and I had to tell them to relax, this was part of the game.

Of course, the penalty was called on Mike, and he paused in front of us before skating over to the penalty box. I gave him a thumbs up, showed him my jersey and he nodded at me. My heart soared. Then he saw Avery and Eva with me, who looked like hockey princesses with their long curly hair and tight pants, and he smiled at us, skating backwards so he could keep looking at them as he stepped into the penalty box.

I would have stormed the gates of Hell for that man at that moment.

Unfortunately, the Stars took advantage of that power play to score a quick goal, which Mike Rock promptly negated a few minutes after he got out of the box. The game was a tight one, and we traded goals back and forth with the Stars. The girls had a few more drinks, and we were all feeling pretty good with a few minutes left in regulation play.

And then... it got good. Really good. As in, never-forget-how-good kind of good.

"So what happens now?" Avery asked me breathlessly during a timeout. "We're tied. Can the game end in a tie?"

"There's a five-minute sudden death overtime period, and whoever scores first wins the game," I told her.

"What if it's tied after that?" Eva asked.

"Shootout. I'll explain how that works if we get there," I told them. The timeout ended, and play began again.

And, of course, we got there.

Regulation time ended with the score the same -- 4 to 4. Avery and Eva were over the moon now, hollering and cheering anytime anybody got close, ducking when the puck hit the glass barrier of the boards in front of us, and shrieking every time one of the Knights got a solid bodycheck in on a Star anywhere near our seats. Overtime ended, and the game was still tied.

"Jack! You promised us you'd explain how the shootout works!" Eva said reprovingly to me. We were in a pause at the end of overtime, as the Zamboni came out to resurface the ice before the shootout.

"That I did," I said, smiling. I explained to them both teams would pick three players to participate, and they'd skate down the ice at the goalie, one at a time, taking a shot. The teams would alternate back and forth, and whoever had the most goals scored after three attempts each would win the game. Our goalie was defending the goal directly in front of us, as the Stars' goaltender covered their goal on the far side of the ice.

I was staring at the teams, looking to see who was going to be selected, and hoping Mike Rock was one of them. I looked over at Eva and Avery, who had huddled close together and were whispering furiously back and forth.

"What are you two plotting over there?" I asked them, as the whispering and giggling got out of control.

"Nothing! We're not talking about anything!" Avery said, a big smile on her face. Eva was laughing uncontrollably, and I figured they must have had too much to drink.

I turned back towards the ice and focused on the Stars player and our goalie as the shootout started. The first Star began to move slowly down the ice, curving wide towards us. He was concentrating on the puck, and I saw him begin to pull his stick back for a slapshot, when suddenly his head turned and the puck skittered off his stick, going wide, missing the goal by a mile.

I cheered loudly. The Stars had blown their first opportunity.

The crowd around us began going wild, and I thought they were all as happy as I was to see the Stars' best player fuck up so spectacularly. I looked over at the girls, and they were hugging themselves and laughing uproariously. I grinned at them, and watched as Mike Rock took his turn in the shootout, easily scoring.

The crowd cheered, but not nearly as loud as they did when the Stars player had fucked up. I thought this was a bit odd, but hey -- hockey fans can be kind of weird sometimes.

I wanted to keep an eye on the girls because of how goofy they were behaving, so I sat back as far as I could in my seat, so that I could watch them out of the side of my eye as the second round of the shootout began.

The next Star player began his run, and he did almost the exact same thing the first player did, zigging and zagging and then coming directly towards us as he tried to fake out the goalie.

And that's when I saw it.

As the Star got closer to us, Avery and Eva jumped up, lifting their jerseys, their beautiful, braless tits on full display, mashing them against the boards and flashing the Stars player. He did a double take, like any red-blooded male would have, and then fell over, his stick flying out of his hand. The girls pulled their jerseys back down, did a little happy dance, and then started hugging each other and jumping up and down again.

I looked up at the Jumbotron, just in time to see the cameraman pan to the girls, and the entire arena got to see them hugging and laughing together, having successfully distracted the second Stars player from scoring during the shootout.

I laughed out loud at them, giving them both a big hug, and then we watched as our second player scored a second shootout goal, effectively winning us the game.

The third time the Stars were up for their turn at the shootout, the cameramen zoomed in on Avery and Eva, to see if they'd flash the crowd a third time.

They didn't. Instead, this time, with the cameras on them, their images projected on the huge screens over our heads, the pair began to make out, kissing each other deeply, their tongues twisting and twirling, live and in-color for the entire arena.

The last Stars player started his run, then caught sight of what was happening on one of the screens. His jaw dropped, and he skated right past the goal, completely missing it. The buzzers signaled the end of the game.

We had won.

The entire arena erupted. The cheering was even louder than what I got for fucking Misaki live on stage at the AAFI Awards. There was some booing, mostly from women wearing Stars gear, but the vast majority of fans in the stadium were cheering their heads off. I knew that was both for the Knights and for Avery and Eva, the two female flashers who helped win the game.

"I can't believe you guys did that!" I shouted at them, laughing and rubbing their backs. "That was the craziest thing I've ever seen!"

"I can't believe we did it either," Avery said, flashing that mischievous smile, which she couldn't wipe off her face.

"I can!" Eva said, as she pulled me close and kissed me. I could taste Avery's ChapStick on her lips.

Now, if this had been a few years ago, I'm sure we would have been ejected from the Arena, fined or maybe even banned for life. But public nudity had been legalized in Clark County, so no laws had been broken. And when we headed towards the exits and security finally got to us, they saw the name on the back of Eva's jersey, checked her ID to confirm she was actually Vex Romano's daughter, and then smiled and waved us up and out of the seating bowl.

Rank has its privileges, and apparently one of them was a get-out-of-trouble-free card, if your Dad's company named the Arena.

I noticed the Team Rep we'd met at the beginning of the night as he pushed through the crowd, shouting my name, trying to get to us.