Elena woke to the scent of rooftop jasmine still clinging to her skin, mingled with Julian's release dried in delicate streaks across her belly and Victoria's perfume etched into her hair like a brand. The narrow bed felt smaller than ever, as though the penthouse itself had shrunk overnight to press the four of them closer. She stretched slowly, every muscle singing remembrance: Julian's cock buried deep while Victoria's fingers claimed her ass, the city watching indifferent below. A soft bruise bloomed on her inner thigh where Victoria had bitten down to muffle her own scream. Elena traced it reverently pressed until pleasure-pain flared fresh, and smiled into the half-dark.
The shower is cold first, then scalding. Water sluiced over paint flecks that refused to die, crimson and gold swirling down the drain like evidence. She dressed deliberately in ack shorter dress today, hem flirting mid-thigh, apron tied loose enough to slip with one tug. No panties. No bra. The lace scraps Victoria had torn away now lived in a silk pouch in her pocket, warm from her palm. She slipped Julian's pronoun pin into the apron pocket too, metal cool against her fingers. A promise.
Elevator up. Cart wheels hummed over marble, a lullaby of anticipation. The penthouse breathed slowly, city light bleeding rose through the windows. She started in the foyer, dusting the console table where fresh orchids spilt and were obscene. Each petal reminded her of Victoria's clit piercing, sapphire winking under rooftop stars. She bent low to reach the lower shelf, skirt riding high, cool air kissing slick folds already swollen with memory.
A soft ding. Private elevator doors slid open. Alexander stepped out in gym shorts and nothing else, skin gleaming with post-workout sweat, chest heaving. Eyes locked on her presented ass instant. He paused, towel slung low on his hips, water bottle dangling forgotten.
"Miss Reyes." Voice gravel and dawn.
"Sir." She held the pose a heartbeat longer, then straightened slow. Turned to face him fully, nipples visible through thin fabric, peaks tight.
He crossed the foyer in three strides, backed her against the console. Orchids trembled. His hand cupped her jaw firm, thumb tracing her lower lip. "No underwear again." Statement, not question.
"Orders," she breathed.
His smile curved lethally. He spun her suddenly, bent her over the table. Skirt flipped up, ass bare. Cool marble kissed her breasts through the dress. He palmed her cheeks, spread them wide. A low growl escaped as he saw the dried evidence of last night still glistening faintly.
"Busy girl." He traced a finger through the mess, brought it to his mouth, and sucked clean. "Tastes like family."
She whimpered. He pressed the length of his body against her back, cock already rock-hard through thin shorts, grinding slowly between her cheeks. The elevator dinged again behind them, doors opening. Footsteps. Victoria and Julian emerged together, wrapped in matching robes, hair damp from a shared shower. They froze at the sight.
Victoria's smile bloomed wicked. "Started without us?"
Alexander did not move; he kept Elena pinned. "Join or watch. Your choice."
Julian's eyes went huge behind glasses, robe tenting instantly. Victoria crossed the foyer gracefully, untied her robe, and let it pool. Naked and magnificent, diamonds flashing at the throat. She climbed onto the console beside Elena, spread her own thighs wide.
"Watch first," she commanded Julian. "Learn."
Alexander tugged his shorts down, cock springing free, thick and veined, head flushed dark. He dragged it through Elena's folds slowly, coating himself in last night's release. Notched at her entrance, paused.
"Beg."
"Please, sir. Fuck me while they watch."
He thrust deep in one brutal stroke. Elena screamed, walls stretching perfectly. Console rocked, orchids scattering petals like confetti. He set a punishing pace, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit. Victoria reached over, pinched Elena's nipple hard, and rolled.
Julian stood rooted, hand disappearing into his robe, stroking slowly. Victoria crooked a finger. "Closer, baby."
He obeyed, robe falling open. Cock long and curved, pre-cum pearling. Victoria pulled him by it, guided his hand to Elena's clit.
"Rub her. Make her squirt for us."
Julian's fingers trembled at first, then found rhythm. Alexander's thrusts pushed Elena onto them, friction perfect. She came hard, squirting arcs over Julian's wrist, splashing the marble. Alexander roared, flooded her deep, pulse after pulse.
He pulled out slowly, cum dripping obscenely. Victoria leaned over, licked a stripe through the mess, and moaned in approval. Turned to Julian.
"Your turn."
She pushed Elena upright, spun her to face Julian. Guided his cock to her entrance, still pulsing with aftershocks. "Inside. Now."
Julian thrust hesitantly, then deeply. Elena wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging. He fucked her desperately, his hands gripping her ass. Alexander watched, stroking himself lazily. Victoria knelt, tongue lashing where they joined, sucking Julian's balls, Elena's clit.
The second climax built swiftly. Julian came with a broken cry, flooding her again. Elena followed, milking him dry. Victoria rose, kissed them both, sharing the taste.
They sagged together, panting. The elevator dinged a third time, impatient. Housekeeping reminder for the terrace. Reality intruded softly.
Victoria laughed low. "Later. All of us. Elevator. Midnight."
Alexander tucked himself away, kissed Elena's temple. "Wear the uniform. Nothing else."
Julian blushed crimson, but nodded eagerly. They scattered like smoke, leaving Elena trembling against the console, cum running down her thighs in slow rivers.
She cleaned slowly, petals swept into a pile, marble polished until it gleamed innocent again. Every stroke of the cloth reminded her of cocks and tongues and watching eyes. Afternoon chores blurred: folding sheets that smelled of rooftop and server room, dusting frames that reflected her flushed, ruined face.
Lunch. Family gathered in the sunlit dining room, tension thick as honey. Alexander fed her a bite of salmon from his fork, eyes locked. Victoria's foot slid between her thighs under the table, toes pressing slick folds. Julian's hand found hers, squeezing secretly.
Dessert: mango sliced thin, juice dripping. Victoria licked a drop from Elena's wrist, slow and deliberate. Alexander's grip tightened on his knife. Julian shifted, adjusting himself again.
Dishes cleared. Elena retreated shaking. Afternoon alone in the laundry room, she came three times against the vibrating dryer, biting a towel to muffle screams.
Evening. Family out: Alexander at a board dinner, Victoria at a late opening, Julian in a virtual meetup. Penthouse empty. Elena roamed free, uniform unbuttoned to the waist, breasts spilling. She entered the private elevator, pressed the stop button between floors. Space tight, mirrored walls reflecting her infinite.
She stripped slowly, dress pooling. Stood naked, cum still drying on thighs. Fingers traced her body, pinching nipples, dipping into slick heat. She fucked herself against the rail, imagining them watching from every reflection. Came hard, squirting onto the carpeted floor.
Cleaned evidence, dressed again. Heart racing with risk.
Midnight. She returned to the elevator in full uniform, apron crisp, nothing beneath. Doors closed. Floors ticked slowly. Ding. Doors opened to Alexander, Victoria, and Julian waiting on the top floor, eyes hungry.
"Get in," Alexander ordered.
She obeyed. Doors sealed. Space claustrophobic, mirrors everywhere. Alexander hit the emergency stop. The elevator jolted still between floors.
Victoria untied Elena's apron first, and let it fall. Alexander unzipped the dress, peeled it down. Julian watched, stroking himself through linen pants.
They descended like wolves. Alexander claimed her mouth brutal, Victoria her breasts, sucking bruises fresh. Julian dropped to his knees, tongue lashing her clit frantic. Hands everywhere, mouths, fingers, cocks pressing.
Alexander lifted her, impaled her on his cock in one thrust. Back against the mirror, legs over his arms. He fucked her hard, glass cool against her spine. Victoria straddled the rail, pussy in Elena's face. She ate greedily, tongue deep. Julian stood behind Alexander, hand reaching around to stroke where they joined.
Mirrors showed everything: Alexander's ass flexing, Victoria's head thrown back, Julian's cock rubbing against Alexander's thigh, curious. Tension shifted, electric.
Victoria came first, squirting over Elena's chin. Alexander followed, flooding her deep. Julian last, untouched, coming hands-free across Elena's breasts.
They sagged together, panting. The elevator hummed suspended. Alexander hit the button, descending slowly. At the staff floor, he kissed her gently.
"Tomorrow," he promised. "All night."
Doors closed on their reflections, infinite and spent.
Elena collapsed into bed, body humming. Cum dried in layers now, family cocktail. She smiled into the dark, fingers lazy between her legs again. The elevator had become a confessional, a church, a war room. Midnight mass is repeated daily.