Dot-Com Desire

Chapter 10: Apocalypse profits

The new millennium had arrived without the sky falling, but for Sierra West, the real apocalypse was opportunity. Y2K had come and gone—no planes crashing, no banks wiping accounts, no global blackout—but the lingering paranoia was gold. Companies and individuals who'd hoarded generators and canned goods now felt foolish, but they still feared "residual bugs" or "delayed effects." WestNet Insurance launched "Post-Y2K Recovery Assurance"—pure scam policies promising coverage for any "lingering digital disruptions." Traffic exploded; suckers signed up in droves, paying premiums for peace of mind that didn't exist. Data sales boomed too—harvested fears sold to marketers targeting "survivalist" demographics.

Sierra's "family" fueled the machine. Penn Gold coded relentlessly, his possessiveness turning to obsession with profits. Liam Delicate brought gentle investment ideas, his wealth steadying cash flow. Mason Jade Tower opened elite doors with sophisticated connections. Shane Snow, the humble accountant, kept books spotless for investors. Wes Moon remained the boring prop husband, oblivious or paid not to care.

But the real engine was the loft's bedroom. Nights were marathons—men competing to please Sierra, her black heart thriving on control. One typical evening: Penn starting rough, tying her wrists, spanking red before anal deep and hard. "You're mine first," he'd growl, cumming inside her ass. Liam next—gentle oral, tongue lapping slow until she came softly on his face. Mason elegant—missionary refined, hands caressing as he thrust measured, whispering praise. Shane last—humble service, eating creampied p***y while others watched, his quiet moans as she rode his face to squirting.

Group scenes escalated—foursomes with all, Sierra center: Penn in ass, Liam in p***y, Mason mouth, Shane toys or hands. Squirting floods, c*m everywhere, men vying "who makes her scream loudest."

Business side: gray gambling site launched—online poker with Y2K "doomsday bets." "Ten bros" poker night at loft—high stakes, stripping losers, Sierra center as "prize." s*x mixed with cards—blowjobs under table, f*****g winners on felt.

Jealousy constant—Penn bullying Shane "basic," Liam hurt by roughness, Mason dismissive of "low-class" games. Sierra reveled, punishing with denial or reward s*x.

The chapter peaks with massive site profit night—celebration orgy, all men taking turns every hole, toys double/triple, Sierra squirting endlessly as "apocalypse profits" funded empire.

But rivalries deepened—hints of betrayal as greed grew.