The IPO launch party was the event of the year—a glittering extravaganza atop One Vanderbilt, the city's newest skyscraper, with panoramic views that made Manhattan look like a jewel box. WestTech had gone public at a valuation that shattered records, ErosAI crowned the decade's breakout tech triumph. Investors, celebrities, media, and tech elite packed the rooftop venue, champagne flowing like rivers, live performances pulsing through the night.
Simon West stood at the center of it all, tuxedo sharp, smile effortless, his three women orbiting him like constellations.
Lily in a crimson gown slit to the thigh, diamonds flashing at her throat. Betty in emerald silk that draped elegantly over her curves. Chunmei in sleek black with gold accents, power radiating from every step. They were stunning individually—together, they were a force that turned every head in the room.
The evening began professionally: speeches, toasts, handshakes. Simon thanked his team, credited "brilliant women who make magic happen." The crowd cheered, unaware of the full truth.
But as the formalities ended and the DJ took over, the party ignited.
The quartet claimed a private VIP lounge overlooking the dance floor—velvet ropes, bottle service, dim lights perfect for mischief.
First round of shots: tequila, lime, salt licked from skin. Lily started it—salt on Chunmei's neck, licking slow while Betty and Simon watched. Chunmei retaliated with salt on Betty's wrist, sucking it clean with a wicked grin.
Simon's intuition buzzed with pure joy. This was their night.
They danced—first as a group, bodies pressed close on the crowded floor. Simon in the middle, hands on hips, the women surrounding him. Lily grinding against his front, Chunmei at his back, Betty beside, kissing his neck. Whispers from onlookers: "Who are they?" "Lucky bastard."
Back in the lounge, inhibitions dissolved.
Chunmei pulled Lily into a fierce kiss, hands in hair, bodies flush. Betty joined from behind Lily, kissing her neck while reaching around to touch Chunmei. Simon watched, heat building, until Betty beckoned him.
He kissed Chunmei deep while Lily and Betty undressed each other—gowns pooling at feet, lingerie revealed. The lounge was semi-private—glass walls frosted, but the thrill of possible eyes added edge.
They didn't care.
Simon sat on the plush sectional, Lily straddling him reverse, sinking down slowly while facing the women. Chunmei knelt between his legs, tongue on Lily where they joined. Betty straddled Simon's face, grinding gently as he devoured her.
The rhythm was perfect—Lily riding him, Chunmei's mouth adding friction, Betty's taste flooding his senses. When Betty came first, thighs trembling around his head, it triggered Lily—clenching hard, crying out muffled against Betty's breast.
Simon followed, thrusting up into Lily with a groan.
They rearranged seamlessly.
Chunmei on her back on the ottoman, Betty straddling her face while Lily used a small vibrator on her clit. Simon entered Betty from behind, slow and deep. The chain: his thrusts pushing Betty's tongue deeper into Chunmei, Lily's toy relentless.
Chunmei came with a sharp cry in Mandarin, back arching. Betty followed, grinding down hard. Simon pulled out to come on Betty's back, Lily immediately licking it clean while Betty shuddered through aftershocks.
Bottle service kept flowing—more shots, champagne poured over bodies and licked off. Salt on nipples, lime between teeth, tequila from navels.
They moved to the dance floor again, half-dressed, not caring. Bodies pressed in the crowd, hands wandering under fabric. Chunmei grinding against Simon while Lily kissed Betty beside them, unnoticed in the chaos.
Back in the lounge for round three.
All four on the wide sectional—positions fluid. Simon on his back, Chunmei riding him while facing Lily, who straddled his chest with Betty's tongue between her legs. Hands everywhere—Lily and Chunmei kissing, Betty's fingers in Chunmei.
The overload was exquisite. Chunmei came first, slamming down hard. Lily next, grinding against Betty's mouth. Simon last—deep inside Chunmei, both women holding him through it.
They dozed briefly in a sweaty pile, music thumping distantly.
Midnight brought fireworks—literal ones over the Hudson, visible through glass walls.
They watched naked, wrapped in blankets, champagne glasses raised.
"To us," Simon toasted.
"To the empire," Lily added.
"To love," Betty whispered.
"To chaos," Chunmei grinned.
They drank, then made love slowly under the exploding sky—Simon inside Betty missionary while Lily and Chunmei kissed her from both sides, hands linked.
The party raged on, but they slipped away early—to the penthouse, to their bed.
The real revelry waited there.
All night, they celebrated—no sleep, just endless pleasure. Positions invented on the fly: double penetration with toys, oral chains that looped forever, women pleasuring each other while Simon watched and joined.
Dawn found them exhausted, marked, glowing.
The IPO was a triumph.
But the party—their party—was legendary.
Four bodies, one soul.
Reveling in victory.
Forever.