Dot-Com Desire

Chapter 8: Too many divas

The year 2000 had dawned without the apocalypse everyone feared, but for Sierra West, the real chaos was just beginning at home. The dot-com bubble was inflating to ridiculous heights—stocks soaring on hype alone, IPOs making overnight millionaires, and WestNet Insurance riding the wave with "post-Y2K recovery packages" that were pure profit from lingering paranoia. The payout from Martina's death and Liam Delicate's investments had upgraded everything: a sprawling Manhattan loft with exposed brick and city views, high-end furniture, and a king-sized bed that saw constant action. Wes Moon, the "husband" prop, was barely around—content with his allowance and golf weekends. Penn Gold was Sierra's fire—rough, possessive, coding partner by day, dominant lover by night. Liam Delicate was her gentle escape—former model turned investor, tender and attentive, his wealth opening doors while his vulnerability made conquest sweet.

But three men weren't enough for Sierra's black heart. She craved more—more money, more power, more bodies to command. The Wall Street circuit introduced Mason Jade Tower: a wealthy widower in his late 30s, tall and sophisticated with salt-and-pepper hair, sharp suits, and a fortune from early tech investments. His wife had died years ago, leaving him rich but lonely, ripe for seduction.

Sierra targeted him at a charity gala—black tie, champagne flowing, Euro stability talks masking underlying greed. She wore a red gown that hugged her curves, low back exposing skin, slit high to flash thigh. Penn and Liam were there too—Penn jealous from afar, Liam gentle on her arm for appearances. Sierra approached Mason during auctions, leaning close. "OMG, Euro's stable, but nothing's truly safe," she teased, hand on his arm. Mason's eyes lingered on her cleavage. "You're Sierra West—the rising star." Banter flowed—investments, risks, shared cynicism. Sierra touched him often, laughing at his jokes, pressing her breast against his arm "accidentally."

By night's end, she had him. "My place for a nightcap?" she whispered. At the loft—Wes away, Penn and Liam "out"—Sierra seduced Mason slow. Kissing gently at first, undressing him to reveal toned body, taking his c**k in her mouth—slow licks, deep suction, eyes locked on his sophisticated ones. Mason moaned softly, hands gentle in her hair. She rode him cowgirl, breasts in his face, grinding tender to draw pleasure, coming together in elegant waves.

But Sierra craved more intensity. She introduced toys—vibrating on her c**t as he thrust, then anal—"Take all of me." Mason hesitant but eager, lubed slow entry turning hard as she demanded, coming with refined groans as he filled her.

Mason became third lover—sophisticated contrast to Penn's fire and Liam's gentleness. Jealousy erupted—Penn possessive, Liam hurt but submissive, Mason oblivious at first.

Ego clashes began: Penn snapping at Mason's "fancy" gifts, Liam quiet when ignored, Mason confused by "family" dynamics.

Sex turned competitive—threesomes with Penn rough/Mason elegant, foursomes including Liam tender, Sierra center, squirting from overstimulation.

Business boomed with Mason's connections—bigger investments.

The chapter ends with "too many divas"—men vying for favor, Sierra reveling—but rivalries threatening cracks.