By midsummer, the quartet had become a finely tuned machine—both in the boardroom and the bedroom. Chunmei's marketing campaigns turned ErosAI into a global obsession, Betty's financial wizardry locked in the IPO at a valuation that made Wall Street gasp, Lily's design overhaul gave the app an addictive elegance, and Simon's vision tied it all together. They were unstoppable.
But the true magic happened when the men were out of the equation.
It started subtly. Late-night group chats where the women talked without Simon—sharing memes, venting work stress, swapping beauty tips. Then coffee dates: Lily and Betty first, then Chunmei joining, the three of them laughing over lattes while Simon was in meetings.
The shift crystallized one humid July weekend when Simon flew to Silicon Valley for investor dinners—three days away.
The women declared it "Girls' Reign."
They turned the penthouse into their playground. Champagne on ice, playlists of fierce female artists, lingerie as daywear.
Friday night began with a spa ritual—facials, massages, oils that smelled like paradise. Lily took charge, directing Betty and Chunmei to the massive bathtub filled with bubbles and rose petals.
"Strip," she commanded playfully.
They obeyed, sliding into the water naked, bodies glistening. Conversation flowed: ambitions, insecurities, desires.
Chunmei admitted feeling like the "new girl" sometimes. "You three had history. I'm still proving I belong."
Betty reached for her hand. "You belong. More than. You make us better."
Lily pulled Chunmei close, kissing her slow and deep. "Let us show you."
The bath turned erotic—hands exploring under water, mouths on necks and breasts. Lily's fingers between Chunmei's legs while Betty kissed her, then switching. Chunmei came first, head thrown back against the tub edge, moaning both their names.
They moved to the bedroom still damp.
Lily orchestrated: Chunmei on her back, Betty straddling her face while Lily used a strap between Chunmei's thighs. The sight—Chunmei's tongue disappearing into Betty, Betty grinding down with gasps, Lily thrusting deep—pushed boundaries into bliss.
Betty came with a cry, flooding Chunmei's mouth. Chunmei followed, clenching around the strap. Lily finished them off with a vibrator, making each woman come again while the others held and kissed.
After, tangled in sheets, they talked into the night.
"I love him," Chunmei whispered. "But this… us… it's different. Powerful."
Lily nodded. "We're the core. He's the center, but we hold each other up."
Betty smiled softly. "An alliance. Sisters. Lovers."
The word stuck: The Women's Alliance.
Saturday was indulgence.
They cooked brunch naked—pancakes, mimosas, feeding each other berries with whipped cream that inevitably led to licking it off bodies. Kitchen counter sex: Chunmei bent over while Lily ate her from behind, Betty on the counter with Chunmei's fingers inside her.
Afternoon brought toys—Chunmei's collection: double-ended dildos, suction vibrators, nipple clamps. They experimented for hours—Lily and Betty connected by the double toy while Chunmei controlled the vibrator on their clits, edging them until they begged.
Evening: rooftop under stars. Blankets, candles, city lights. Slow, sensual worship—each woman taking turns being the focus. Betty in the middle first: Lily's mouth between her legs, Chunmei's on her breasts, hands everywhere until she shattered.
Then Chunmei: on her back, legs spread, both women using tongues and fingers in tandem until she spoke in rapid Mandarin, coming so hard she squirted—a first that left them all laughing and awed.
Lily last: tied loosely with silk scarves, blindfolded. The others teased for what felt like hours—feathers, ice, tongues barely touching—until she was sobbing with need. When they finally let her come—Chunmei's strap deep, Betty's mouth on her clit—it was explosive, body arching off the blanket.
Sunday morning, they woke slow and tender.
Cuddles turned to gentle lovemaking—daisy chain of oral: Lily on Betty, Betty on Chunmei, Chunmei on Lily. Soft moans, whispered "I love you"s in three languages.
Over brunch, they formalized the Alliance.
Rules born from love, not control:
Weekly women-only dates—no Simon allowed sometimes. Radical honesty—if jealousy flared, speak immediately. Shared pleasure: explore each other independently when desired. Protect the unit: their bond came first, always.
They sealed it with a group kiss that turned into one last languid session—scissoring in pairs while the third watched and touched, rotating until all were spent.
Simon returned Sunday night to find them glowing, the penthouse smelling like sex and vanilla candles.
"Miss me?" he asked, dropping his bag.
"Terribly," Lily said, pulling him into a kiss.
"But we managed," Chunmei added with a wink.
Betty smiled mysteriously. "We had… bonding time."
He noticed the shift immediately—how the women moved around each other with new intimacy, touches lingering, inside jokes flying.
His intuition hummed approval.
That night, they showed him everything—recounting the weekend in filthy detail while taking turns pleasuring him. Simon came harder than ever, surrounded by his three loves, feeling like the luckiest man alive.
The Women's Alliance strengthened the whole.
At work, the women collaborated like a superpower—Lily's designs, Betty's strategy, Chunmei's marketing—synergy that drove WestTech to new heights.
Socially, they became each other's armor. When Chunmei faced sexist investors, Lily and Betty flanked her in meetings, shutting down bullshit with sharp wit and data. When Betty's parents visited again, the women presented a united, charming front—careful boundaries, but undeniable closeness.
Privately, the alliance deepened desire.
Women-only nights became regular—Simon respectfully absent, returning to evidence of their passion: marked bodies, satisfied smiles. He'd reclaim them gently, turned on by their independence.
One epic night, the women prepared a surprise: all three in lingerie waiting when Simon got home from a late meeting.
They worshipped him—three mouths, six hands, taking turns riding him while the others kissed and touched. When he came inside Chunmei, Lily and Betty licked it clean together, then brought each other off while he watched.
The alliance wasn't competition.
It was amplification.
As summer faded into fall, with IPO day approaching and their love a living flame, the women's bond became the foundation everything else rested on.
Four people.
One unbreakable alliance.
And the world was theirs.