Spring arrived in New York like a flirtatious promise—cherry blossoms in Central Park, warmer nights, the city shedding its winter skin. WestTech was riding the post-crisis high: IPO roadshows booked solid, valuation whispers in the tens of billions, ErosAI the undisputed king of dating apps.
But Simon's intuition pinged with something new: opportunity disguised as chaos.
The marketing department was in meltdown. Their VP had jumped ship to a crypto startup, leaving a vacuum just as they prepared the biggest campaign in company history—the global launch of ErosAI's premium features.
Simon needed a genius. Fast.
He found her at a tech-marketing conference in SoHo: Chunmei Zhao.
Twenty-nine, Chinese-American, former head of growth at a viral social app that had exploded to 300 million users. Brilliant, bold, unapologetically ambitious. She presented on stage in a sharp red blazer and leather pants, commanding the room with wit, data, and zero fucks given for corporate politeness.
Simon's gut lit up like Times Square. This woman was fire.
He cornered her at the networking mixer.
"Chunmei Zhao," he said, extending a hand. "Simon West. Your presentation was criminal—stealing all the oxygen in the room."
She laughed, grip firm. "Simon West. The Oracle himself. I've studied your moves. Bold. Risky. Usually right."
They talked for hours—marketing strategy, user psychology, viral loops. She challenged him playfully, called his bluff on a statistic, made him laugh out loud twice. Chemistry crackled.
By the end of the night, he offered her the VP job on the spot.
"Double your current salary, equity that'll make you rich, creative control. Come fix my chaos."
She tilted her head, dark eyes sparkling. "Tempting. But I need to meet the team. And the culture."
"Tomorrow," he said. "Dinner. My treat."
She agreed.
That night, he told Lily and Betty everything—Chunmei's brilliance, the instant spark.
Lily's eyes lit with mischief. "Hot marketing genius? Bring her to dinner here. I want to vet her."
Betty smiled softly. "If your gut says she's the one for the job… and maybe more?"
Simon kissed them both. "We'll see."
The dinner was set for Friday at the penthouse—casual but calculated. Lily cooked (with professional help discreetly in the background), Betty chose wines, Simon handled ambiance.
Chunmei arrived in a black silk dress that hugged her athletic frame, hair in loose waves, red lips curved in confident amusement.
"Nice place," she said, taking in the views. "Compensating for something?"
Lily snorted from the kitchen. "He doesn't need to."
Introductions flew. Chunmei shook Betty's hand with genuine warmth—"The CFO who crushed Nexus? Respect."—then Lily's—"The designer behind ErosAI's sex appeal? Double respect."
Conversation flowed like the wine: marketing war stories, industry shade, laughter that grew easier. Chunmei was sharp, irreverent, unafraid to tease Simon about his "brooding billionaire" image.
Under the table, Lily's foot found Simon's calf again—testing waters. Chunmei noticed, eyebrow arching, but didn't comment.
Dessert brought the shift.
They moved to the living room, more wine, dimmer lights. Talk turned personal—dating horror stories, what made great sex, the loneliness of ambition.
Chunmei admitted she'd been single for years. "Work first. Men get intimidated. Women too, sometimes."
Lily leaned forward. "We get it. Ambition's sexy. Intimidating is just foreplay."
Chunmei's gaze flicked between them, then to Simon. "You three… there's something here. More than boss and team."
Simon met her eyes steadily. "We're together. All three."
Chunmei didn't flinch. "Poly? Open?"
"Closed trio," Betty said softly. "But we recognize chemistry when it hits."
"And it's hitting," Lily added with a grin.
Chunmei laughed, low and throaty. "You're direct. I like it."
The air thickened.
Simon's intuition roared: proceed.
Lily made the first move—scooting closer on the couch, hand resting lightly on Chunmei's knee. "You're gorgeous. And brilliant. And we're very… welcoming to the right people."
Chunmei's breath caught, but she didn't pull away. "This a job interview perk?"
"Separate," Simon said. "The offer stands regardless. But if you're curious…"
Chunmei looked at each of them—really looked. Then smiled, slow and dangerous.
"I'm very curious."
The kiss started with Lily—soft, testing. Chunmei responded instantly, hand coming up to cup Lily's face. Betty watched, eyes dark, then joined—kissing Chunmei's neck while Lily deepened the kiss.
Simon stayed back at first, letting the women connect. The sight—Chunmei's surprise melting into hunger, Lily's confidence, Betty's gentleness—was incendiary.
When Chunmei turned to him, eyes blazing, he closed the distance.
Their kiss was fire—hungry, challenging. She bit his lower lip, making him groan.
Clothes shed quickly.
Chunmei's body was toned, strong—years of Muay Thai visible in every line. They explored her with reverence and greed: Simon's mouth on her breasts while Lily and Betty took turns between her legs, tongues working in tandem until she was writhing, cursing in Mandarin and English.
When Simon entered her—slow, watching her face—she arched with a gasp that turned into a moan as Betty kissed her through it, Lily's fingers on her clit.
The rhythm built: Simon thrusting deep, Chunmei's nails scoring his back, the women's mouths everywhere. She came hard, clenching around him, triggering his release inside her.
They didn't stop.
Round two: Chunmei on her knees, tasting Lily while Betty used a strap behind her, Simon in Chunmei's mouth. The chain again—every thrust pushing Chunmei deeper into Lily.
Chunmei proved insatiable—riding Simon reverse while eating Betty out, then switching to devour Lily while Simon took her from behind.
By dawn, they were spent—bodies marked, voices raw, sheets destroyed.
Chunmei lay in the middle, Simon on one side, Lily and Betty on the other.
"Holy shit," she whispered. "That was… transcendent."
Lily laughed softly. "Welcome to the club."
Betty kissed her shoulder. "Stay?"
Chunmei turned, eyes soft for the first time. "Yeah. I'm staying."
The integration was swift.
Chunmei accepted the VP job Monday morning—contract signed with a wicked grin. At work, she was professional fire: brilliant campaigns, viral stunts, turning ErosAI into a cultural phenomenon.
At home, she slotted in perfectly—bold where Lily was playful, driven where Betty was steady. Nicknamed "the fourth element" by Lily—"You complete the chaos."
Sex reached new heights.
Chunmei introduced edge play—light choking, spanking that left beautiful marks. She loved being dominated and dominating in turn—pinning Lily down while Simon watched, or making Betty beg while the others pleasured her.
One epic night involved all four on the rooftop hot tub—Chunmei riding Simon while Lily used a strap on her from behind, Betty's mouth on Chunmei's breasts. The stars above, city below, orgasms echoing into the night.
Emotionally, she brought new depth.
Chunmei shared her immigrant family pressures, ambition born from proving herself. The others opened up more—fears, dreams, insecurities. She fit their vulnerability like a glove.
Challenges came—initial jealousy when Chunmei and Simon bonded over marketing late nights. Fixed with a "Chunmei focus" weekend: all attention on her, multiple orgasms until she cried happy tears.
The quartet became unbreakable.
As spring bloomed, with IPO looming and their love expanding, Chunmei's charm wasn't just her brilliance or body.
It was how she made them all better.
Four hearts, one rhythm.
The empire grew—in boardrooms and bedrooms.
And Chunmei was the spark that set it all ablaze.