Big Booty Bitches (NEW Chapters 2024!)

[Cadeauxxx]

Big Booty Bitches Ch. 29
Starring: Jessica Alba, Vida Guerra, Jennifer Lopez

Codes: MF, MMF, Oral, Anal, Spank, Facial, Double Penetration, Drugs, Violence, Organized Crime

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.



Miami, Florida

Light cast into the darkness, creating a small flame at the edge of a lighter. The cigarette lit, ready for Ramón to push it up to his lips and take a long drag. Outside, the winter evening had caught on during the midnight hours. The wind rustled through his slick black hair, but not enough to penetrate through his expensive blue suit. He took the walk from the parking lot, ready to enter a club around South Beach. For the time being, Ramón had wanted to go out and enjoy himself alone. It was a new year, though a breath of fresh air had breezed through towards the year's end. Things were changing for the better, at least Ramón thought to himself. Gone were the days of pushing a small time security gig back at his family's club. He had a new career, one that he liked better as it came with getting high in the fast lane with a lifestyle he had always dreamed of having.

When he walked through the doors of the club, Ramón was greeted to darkness with only flickering neon lights casting rays from the distance. The club was usually an attraction for all the tourists in South Beach, but it found itself somewhat lonely a weekend night such as this. Ramón needed to go out alone, to have some fun without having Carlos along with him. Over the past several months, it became rare that they were seen apart from each other in public. The brothers had formed themselves as a duo in the criminal underworld of Miami, slowly rising up with infamous notoriety. There was a new duo of 'Diaz Brothers' running things in town and it wasn't the two older men running a nightclub. Carlos had an ambition to go into business for himself rather than working for someone else. With Ramón at his side, the goal seemed possible of accomplishing. It all began with Carlos' connections to an old time Jamaican drug lord who had dealers all over the map. With all plans to cut loose and go solo, Carlos made his first big move by rubbing out a different established drug lord from a past age.

Everybody had a price. Loyalty never lived long in the streets. All it took was buying out a handful of old bodyguards and access had been granted to the mansion setting up the kill. Such a hit was sure to make headlines across the state, just what Carlos wanted. His idea had been to send a message that old fossils from back in the day were no longer the players running things anymore. There were new faces in town, representing hunger and determination to rise up and control the drug trade. This had been a dream for Ramón, something he had always wanted to experience. He had witnessed only a small bit of this lifestyle from his cousin Steven. The action and fast money was enough motivation for Ramón to continue, even if his older cousin had been trying to distance himself from this past life. None of that mattered now, as Carlos and Ramón were sitting on a supply of around forty keys of pure grade A Colombian snow that needed a buyer.

"Hey there, Ramón it's been a while since I last seen you."

The bartender greeted him as he stepped forward. Ramón shoved his cigarette into the tray over the table, giving a nod to the man.

"Likewise, how's the place been doing?"

"About the same. Busy during the day, not so much during the night."

As he stood there, Ramón gazed around the club. It wasn't empty, but there were few people around. The dance floor was completely lonely while a bored DJ sat behind his work station shifting through beats and instrumental works. From the distance, he noticed a lonely woman sitting at a table. Upon a second glance, something had caught Ramón's attention. The woman appeared to resemble a famous actress whom he had enjoyed a chance encounter with over a year ago. Beyond her pretty face, she wore a black jacket covering what appeared to be a white shirt underneath. Her long brunette hair was fixed up giving a clear view at her lovely face. It was a once in a lifetime chance, one that he was quite proud of. Thinking to himself, he was unsure that it was truly her. 'No way, it can't be...' Stepping away from the bar, he approached her table, looking over her as he spoke.

"Excuse me, are you Jessica Alba?"

Her eyes glanced up and she looked into his face. The woman had clearly resembled her, as she sat in the chair and looked up into his face.

"Who wants to know?"

He smiled, poinding to himself.

"You don't remember me?"

She took another look at him and then her face turned red, blushing in embarrassment before a smiled crossed her pink lips.

"Oh my gosh, are you Ramón Diaz?"

"Yes, it's me. Been a long time, Jessica."

Standing up before him, Jessica smiled flashing those perfect teeth of hers. She stepped forward, giving Ramón a soft hug before looking back into his face and speaking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude to you. Did not know it was you at first, it's been a long time."

"Yes, it's good to see you again. I've hoped for a long time now that we'd maybe bump into each other. We sure did dance up a storm in Disco Fever a while back, huh?"

Jessica giggled to him.

"Oh yeah, we sure did! I went by that club a few months ago wondering if you would still be there. I know it had been over a year, but it was worth a chance."

Ramón had been waiting so long for the opportunity to ask Jessica something. Though it had been so long ago and they were speaking as friends now, he had to know why she didn't return to the club after they had their lustful afternoon together at her beach side home.

"That reminds me, I've always wanted to ask you this. Why didn't you come back to the club after that day I spent at your house?"

She gave him a soft smile while shaking her head.

"Honey, I had to leave town and go back to work in L.A. It's hard when you have to run a business, play with my acting career and go home and be a mom at the same time."

Her eyes glanced over his suit, instantly noticing the extra jewelry that he was wearing compared to the last time she had seen him over a year ago. Jessica looked over the gold chains; the watch, the rings over his fingers and his necklace. This may have been the same man she had danced with from before, but something had clearly changed with him.

"Looks like you're moving up in the world, Ramón. I like your rings, when did you get those?"

"Not that long ago, baby. Sometime before Christmas."

"I take it that you've had something of a career change recently."

Jessica gave him a smug grin after speaking her words so softly. Ramón had to think for a moment as he gazed back into her beautiful dark eyes. It wasn't any question given his wardrobe that screamed the words 'drug dealer' in mind, from his designer name suit and excessive jewelry. With a nod, he replied to her.

"Yeah, you could call it that. I take it that you prefer to have fun with a man who can make fast money, huh?"

She laughed at him, leaning back against the table before she answered back.

"Honey, I'm a married woman. I'm not supposed to be fooling around, having one night stands and flings when I'm off on vacation. It's hard when you know your husband messes around with girls on the set."

"Too bad for him, he's missing out. You wanna dance, Jessica baby?"

Reaching for his hand, she nodded her head upon replying back.

"I thought you'd never ask. Come on, see if you can keep up with me again and maybe I'll bring you back to my place like before."

With her eyes locked back on his, Jessica winked to him. Ramón couldn't help but think that this was so easy for him. He didn't have to use his charm at all, or attempt to smooth talk her for another chance. Perhaps she really was lonely and needed to break out to have some fun from the stress of marriage and the Hollywood life. Hand in hand, they stepped away from the table and walked to the dance floor. The empty square shaped floor now had the company of two people ready to move together. Despite his new career, it wasn't enough to kill his talents of dancing. Ramón could work any dance floor, knowing how to work his hips and legs to the rhythm of various styles of music. Jessica had proven herself to be an amazing dance partner in the past, living up to the reputation she had earned from her various roles in films where she worked her tightly fit body in front of the camera.

The club itself seemed to be operating for after hours. The DJ wasn't bothered at all by the presence of two people on the dance floor, as the music was nothing more than generic bass beats with a few layers of synths over it. Jessica took the charge, bumping her hips and working her heels over the floor as she began to move with the rhythm. Ramón waited until he saw how Jessica was dancing and then he began to move alongside her, facing her so he could study her hips and the moves she was creating with her body. The music itself was slow tempo, as Jessica would shake her hips at the thumping of the bass. It didn't take her long to figure out how the song was working in it's predictable pace. While watching her, Ramón licked his lips and moved a bit closer towards her. Jessica was ready to play along. Reaching for his hand, Jessica moved to the beat as she pulled Ramón forward and stepped around him.

She wasted no time sparking the fire with this dance. Moving her back up to him, Jessica placed her hands down on her knees, bend over as she began to grind her hips and proceed to twerk her ass up against his crotch. He didn't expect, but Ramón refused to disappoint Jessica. As she worked those hips and twerked her ass up against his crotch, he moved with the beat of the song, regardless if she was turning him on and forcing a bulge to appear in the front of his pants. Jessica had torched the dance floor, creating a scene for the small handful of people who populated the night club. While still grinding her ass up against him, she raised both hands up, giving Ramón a hint to make his move and take over the dance. He raised his hands up, touching her palms as Jessica gripped his hands and then turned around to face him. Now face to face, she bit her lower lip and looked into his eyes.

Not a word was spoken between them, but Ramón knew what to do. He moved his hands down to her sides, touching her jacket as he moved his hands down. Jessica was still moving her hips with the music, thinking to herself that the DJ would at least have a clue to turn up the heat by putting on something with a faster tempo. To their disappointment, the music remained the same, reprising the same tired low beats and bright synth that had been playing repeatedly for several minutes now. Ramón could see the resentment over Jessica's face, as she wasn't satisfied with this music whatsoever. Not bothering to waste anymore of her time, Jessica stopped moving completely and just shook her head. Her eyes shifted back to Ramón and she spoke.

"Fuck this. If he isn't gonna change this dull music, I don't see the point in us trying to dance around this."

"Yeah, this DJ is lazy tonight."

"Forget about him. Let's go back to my place and we can do some proper dancing after taking our clothes off."

"I thought you'd never ask."

Ramón grinned after speaking, clearly mocking the very same words she had spoken to him minutes ago. Jessica rolled her eyes at him and proceeded to walk off the dance floor, waiting for him to tag along with her. It was quite the coincidence to walk into a club on this night and find Jessica Alba again, but it was something that Ramón had always hoped for in the back of his mind. He couldn't forget this lovely woman, not after the three nights had spent dancing with her back at Disco Fever over a year ago. Her home would be familiar to him, not that it mattered since his focus would primarily be over her stripper body and nothing else. This was a much better night than staying up in condo apartment home which was now heavily guarded with a security system and surveillance cameras active around the property.

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2 HOURS LATER

"Do that for me again, baby. Yeah, just like that!"

The clothes had come off rather quickly, all between a dirty kiss between the two of them. Ramón wasted no time making himself at home after Jessica walked him through the front door of her beach side home. For a vacation house, the place was rather nice and low key, but he didn't care where he was as long as she was with him tonight. He sat down naked over the same familiar couch that he known from the first day he spent in her home. It didn't matter that it was over a year ago, Ramón wasn't going to forget a lucky night with Jessica Alba of all women in the world. Now he sat down completely naked, still wearing his gold jewelry as the actress had removed all her clothes except for the high heels that elevated her height. Her back was turned away from him, her legs spread out as she proceeded to grind her hips and bounce her ass for him. Ramón sat there, stroking his cock as he watched her ass cheeks wobble and shake against one another.

"Ahi vas, make it clap for me."

Jessica bit down on her lower lip and continued to twerk her ass. A smile crossed past his lips before he raised his hand up and smacked his palm against her ass.

SPANK!

"Ouch! That hurt!"

She whimpered, letting out an exaggerated cry that forced Ramón to laugh at her. Not wanting to waste all her time working her ass into the air, Jessica came to a stop and then turned around. She sank down to her knees, moving his hand away from his cock so she could grip it with her own left hand. Jessica gazed up into his eyes while pushing the head of his meat pole against her lips and kissing it.

"I didn't tell you to stop twerking. What do you think you're doing now?"

Placing her lips around the head, Jessica starred back into his eyes before coming off to make a loud pop sound. She took a deep breath before replying to his words.

"I'm about to suck this big fucking cock, that's what I'm doing now."

"I don't remember telling you-"

"Shut up! You don't tell me what to do, this is my house!"

His eyebrows raised while he smirked down at her. It wasn't everyday a woman told Ramón to 'shut up', but he couldn't complain. Not with Jessica Alba of all women down on her knees with his cock in her hand. He tried not to laugh but couldn't help but to slightly chuckle as she began to slowly suck his cock. 'Mmmmmmmmm', Jessica moaned as she closed her eyes and began to bob her lips up and down. She took her time, moving her hand down to the base of his cock while her right hand fondled and massaged his balls. Ramón took a deep breath before moaning aloud with words in Spanish.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck. Te extrañe tanto."

Not allowing his spoken words to distract her, Jessica continued to slobber over his cock as she slip her lips up and down. She still worked slowly, taking inch after inch of his long thick pole into her mouth and sucking on it. Jessica eventually opened her eyes, gazing up into his face as she eased his cock out from her mouth. When her lips released the head, another popping sound echoed through the room. She looked down and spit all over his dick, soaking it in her saliva before using her left hand to stroke it back and forth. The grin across Ramón's face was just begging for her to drop her lower lip, grit those teeth and then speak back to him in a low seductive voice.

"You like that, baby?"

"Fuck yes, I love how you work that cock in your slutty mouth. I've thought about you sucking that cock so many times when I'm laying in bed at night."

"Mmmmmm, you missed me quite a lot, huh?"

Jessica spoke while still pumping his cock up and down with her left hand. Her right hand remained down below, rubbing his balls.

"Of course I fucking missed you! If I could do this every day with you, I would!"

Such a response was just what she wanted to be told. Giving him a wink, Jessica leaned down towards his balls, using her tongue to begin licking his hairy sack.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah. Stuff 'em in your mouth, baby. Go on, I dare you. Do it, Jessica."

It almost made her laugh that Ramón would dare her to do such a thing. She parted her lips and used her right hand to squeeze his balls, bringing the left nut between her lips as she began to slobber all over it loudly. The sounds her mouth created only made him moan louder.

"Fuck, you're so nasty..."

Ramón's reply was another dare to Jessica's mind. She popped one nut out of her mouth, only to this time to use her hand to aid her in stuffing both of his balls into her mouth. Her jaws inflated from being filled with his sack. She began to stroke his cock back and forth with her left hand, causing him to moan aloud and then stand up to look down and see what she had done with his own eyes.

"FUCK! That's the kind of freaky shit I like!!"

With his feet back on the carpet floor from beneath him, Ramón was unable to control himself while listening to Jessica's mouth slobber and suck over his nuts all while pumping her left hand up and down his long dick. He was ready to truly take control, regardless if this was her house or not. He was the kind of dominant man who couldn't be stopped once his buttons had been pressed. Jessica had done her duty pressing all of those buttons to push him into overdrive like a horny machine. He waited until she popped her lips free of his balls. A trail of spit dangled from them, dripping to the floor below. Ramón reached for her head with both hands, ready now to fuck her pretty mouth as her eyes gazed up into his and she brought those puffy lips back to his cock. Jessica knew what he was about to do as she moved her left hand away from his cock. He grunted as he began to buck his hips, driving his cock forward into her mouth.

Heavy breathing could be heard from Ramón's voice as Jessica closed her eyes and took every inch of his cock pumping into her mouth. His hands curled up her brunette locks of hair, gaining a quick grip as Ramón began to grunt and moan aloud. He didn't care if this was just another quick one night stand with her, it was better to have a second chance rather than hoping and wishing for another go with this beautiful actress. Gurgling and slobbering sounds began to echo from below on the floor just as Ramón picked up the pace, pounding his cock further into her mouth repeatedly. She began to gag as drool dripped from the corners of her lips. Ramón grunted and continued to thrust his hips, driving his cock into her mouth over and over. Jessica's eyes began to water as her mouth sounded off a chorus of various gagging and slobbering sounds.

"GWAK-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAH!"

"Take it, baby! Just like that!"

Ramón was unable to stop himself, still moving his hips forward and driving his cock into her mouth. It was a dream to do this with her again, fucking her pretty mouth as he had desperately missed the feeling of his cock pushing back and forth into it. Jessica's mascara smeared a bit as a result of her teary eyes. When he finally stopped, Ramón moved his hands to the back of her head to shove her lips all the way down to the base of his cock. The head of his rod poked to the back of her throat as he held her there in position. Grunting out, Ramón screamed at her.

"Just like that, take that fucking cock bebé bonito!"

After a few seconds, she loudly gagged over his cock. His voice was heard letting out a moan. Ramón pulled her hair to bring his cock free from her mouth. Jessica took a deep breath as saliva strings dangled from her open lips back to his shiny, drool covered dick.

"I could fuck your mouth for hours. Your husband don't know what he's missing out on, let me tell you that!"

Jessica attempted to giggle while catching her breath. He smiled down at her, noticing the streams of tears that moved down both of her cheeks. Around her right eye, her black mascara and eyeliner had smeared a bit. The strings of drool had broken, now dangling from her lower lip and down her chin. Ramón gripped her hair tighter, pulling her up from her knees and back standing on her heels.

"You ready to get fucked, baby?"

With a smile, she nodded forcing the strands of saliva dangling from her chin to sway back and forth. Ramón bit down on his lower lip to prevent himself from laughing.

"Are you gonna fuck my ass or my pussy first?"

Gripping her hair tighter, he flashed his teeth upon replying.

"That ass. I want you to twerk again for me. You know how to work it, baby."

She let out a sigh, as his request was nothing short of a predictable one. Feeling in completely control now, Ramón stepped back from the couch and walked Jessica around by pulling her hair with his right hand. He didn't want to fuck her on the couch again since they had already done it before the first time he was invited to her house back in the day. A bar counter sat in the distance on the right side of the room. Jessica's heels stomped loudly when they moved off the carpet, as Ramón pushed her towards the bar where he could easily bend her over. He finally let go of her hair so Jessica could lean over the bar. She knew exactly how he wanted her. Placing his hands over her ass, Ramón thrust his cock between her ass cheeks so he could find her dark little hole and poke the head of his rod into the small tunnel.

"Mmmmm, yeah! Get it in there, I wanna feel your big dick poking up my ass. I want you to ram it up in there."

Because she had spoke up, Ramón raised his right hand and slapped her ass loudly, just to watch the texture of her skin ripple and vibrate. Jessica laid her right hand down over the counter, feeling the cold surface under her wrist as she moved into position so she could properly grind her hips backwards and twerk that ass up and down over his cock. He moved both his hands away from her body, not hindering with her movements whatsoever. It took her a few moments, adjusting from how she was bent over but once Jessica was comfortable, she turned her head to look over her left shoulder and closed her eyes. Grinding her hips, her ass began to twerk as she forced her ass cheeks to bounce back and forth while moving forward and back to drive his cock into her ass. With her teeth gritted, she let out a soft moan as she continued.



"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah...Mmmmmmmm, you like that?"

Jessica's voice called out to him in a low seductive tone, similar to when she had teased him earlier with her sexy voice. Sounds were made as his hairy balls rubbed between her ass cheeks. All Ramón did was smile wide, enjoying every moment of watching this sensual woman back it up and use her ass as a weapon of pleasure. He wasn't going to bother thrusting into her since Jessica was putting on a hell of a show by grinding and twerking back and forth to move his cock in and out of her ass.

"Yesssssss, that's it! Keep going, baby! Keep backing that ass up, just like that."

Raising her head, she let out a soft moan while continuing to grind her ass back and forth. Ramón couldn't have been more pleased with her efforts. At any moment he could've took control and slammed his cock into her ass, but he didn't want to while witness this kind of sexy show that Jessica was putting up. Though there wasn't any music playing in the room, she bounced her thick rump almost to the point that he had to wonder if she were imagining music playing within her mind. Her body was built for dancing while her ass was thick and well rounded for bumping and grinding it. Ramón took a deep breath as she continued, moaning at the feeling of his cock working in her back door hole. After another minute, he had to force her to stop. Raising both of his hands, he smacked them down over her ass for a loud double spank to catch her attention.

"That's the end of the show, baby! I wanna fuck you nice and hard now."

Her eyes came open as Jessica licked her lips, mocking him with her sensual voice this time.

"I was starting to get worried, Ramón. I thought you'd never ask!"

Moving his left hand to the small of her back, Ramón gripped his cock with his right hand to pull it free from her dark little hole. When his eyes glanced down, he noticed the leaking trail along her thighs as her pussy was desperate for his attention now. Jessica moved over the bar, planting both her hands down to allow herself to grip the side of it between her fingers. She spread her legs out a bit further for him, licking her lips and raising her head. Once she felt the head of his cock slipping inside of her, Jessica let out a soft moan.

"Yes, yes...Get it in there, I want you to fuck me so hard..."

Just as she spoke, he could be heard taking in a deep breath. Jessica felt further inches of his cock pushing inside of her, causing her to scream at him now.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!!"

Ramón was quick to rear his right hand back and slam his palm down over the right cheek of her ass. The hard spank forced her to moan aloud as he began to thrust his cock into her at a faster pace.

"FUCK!! OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!!"

Jessica's voice screamed through out the living room of her home. She gritted her teeth as the sound of his balls beating against the underside of her ass became a strong sound mixed in with all the moans created from their mouths. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound echoed as she clenched the edges of the bar, yelling to him again.

"OHHHHH GOD, YES! YESSSSSS!!"

Like before, he reared his hand back to spank her ass yet again while pumping her pussy with his hard shaft. Her tits bounced, shaking all around from underneath her while her hair was waving around wildly. Jessica cried out in pleasure, her teeth still gritted as she growled at him.

"YES, THAT'S RIGHT! SMACK THAT FUCKING ASS!! BEAT IT LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN IT!!!"

Since she had demanded it, Ramón couldn't stop himself as he sent smack after smack over her beautiful ass. His right hand reached up, snatching her hair as he was still bucking his hips to thrust that cock into her pussy. Over and over, he smacked his palm against the right cheek of her ass until groaning out in pain. The stinging rippled over his hand, but that wasn't enough to stop Ramón from pulling her hair while he bucked his hips repeatedly.

"OHHHH MY GOD, OHHHHHH!! I'M SO FUCKING CLOSE!!"

Her lower lip fell as Jessica screamed to him once more. Ramón fucked her harder, pumping his dick into her as fast as he could move his hips forward. Red marks appeared over her ass, right in the places that his palms had come striking down. She dropped her lower lip, her breasts bouncing up and down. Jessica lost her grip over the counter as her fingers had become sweaty after several minutes of holding tightly. The time had come as her orgasm could no longer hold itself back. With a few more thrusts, she yelled out as her climax had been reached.

"FUCK ME, OHHHHHHHH!!"

As soon as Ramón could feel her hot juices from within, he came to a sudden stop and pulled his cock from her pussy. Jessica sat there, catching her breath as she had felt his rod exit her loving cup. He had held off his own explosion for the time being, but wasn't about to waste this load by filling her up. He called out to her in a stern voice.

"Turn around and get down on your fucking knees! Right now!!"

She swallowed her breath, doing exactly as she was told as her heels stomped around to face him. Jessica fell down to her knees just as Ramón had ordered her to do so. She knew exactly what he wanted, as he was just the type of man who would leave her face a sticky dripping mess. As he stood there holding his cock, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking on it but only for a moment. Ramón grunted, pulling his cock free from her lips as he couldn't hold back any longer. All it took was for him to squeeze his dick one time and then the splash came.

"FUCK!! OHHHHHHHHHH, MAN!!"



Jessica closed her eyes, right in time as his cum went flying out into a wave across her pretty face. The initial first blast drenched her nose, streaking over her left eye and getting a droplet over her right cheek. Ramón breathed heavy as he shot another string directly up her forehead and into her hair, followed by another wad that went over her left cheek.

"Ohhhhh my god, I've dreamed of having another time like this with you again! YES, OH YES!! This is my lucky fucking night!"

His voice was almost like a cry of joy. Ramón smiled so wide and bright, still shooting spurts of cum to drench her face in his warm seed. Another wad splashed across her forehead, streaking into her hair and dripping into her left eyebrow. After his cock was completely drained, the final little drops of his cum dripped onto her tits below. Jessica slowly caught her breath, smirking down below as she spoke to him.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah. You drenched me like a fucking whore."

"Are you complaining?"

"No! I love to get dirty from time to time like this."

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1 DAY LATER

Through the morning hours, Ramón remained in a deep slumber that was made evident by the noise he produced from snoring. Jessica had agreed to sleep with him in the bed, even if this was just a one night stand. She had shared the bed numerous times with her husband over the years, but wasn't shy to allow Ramón to sleep with her. Next to the bed, his fancy dark clothes remained over a chair as he slept the night away in nothing more than his underwear and jewelry. Despite being together in the bed, Jessica refused to wrap her arm around him and instead simply slept next to him in her bra and panties. It wouldn't have hurt Ramón to leave her home and head back to his own condo around midnight, but few men would deny the opportunity to share a bed with Jessica Alba after a chance affair.

11:23 AM hit the clock, but Jessica and Ramón remained soundly asleep. The sun shined through the white mini-blinds covering the window across from the bed, pushing away the darkness that had previously clouded the room during the early morning hours. His snoring didn't effect her at all, as Jessica had grown used to her own husband snoring through his sleep. Loud noises rarely awakened her, after years of growing used to sleeping with a man who could fill the room with loud snoring. Their awakening came as a cellphone began to loudly ring next to the bed, playing a fast tempo string of noises. Jessica's eyes opened first as she quickly got up out of bed, thinking it was her phone at first. She realized it was Ramón's cellphone as she went to answer it while he rolled around in the bed. Nearly tripping over herself as she grabbed the cellphone, she answered it just after yawning.

"Hello?"

"Where's Ramón? Put him on the phone."

A man answered her back. Reality had suddenly hit her, as she was slow with catching her mind after waking up. Ramón snapped his finger at her, waving his hand for her to had him the phone. Clutching it in her left hand, Jessica stepped back towards the bed and handed over Ramón's activated cellphone. He looked at the screen, seeing as it was his brother Carlos who had called. Ramón placed the phone up to his right ear and answered back.

"Hey man..."

"Get up and get your clothes on, we've got shit to do today."

Such a rude awakening with Carlos' mouth over the other line. Ramón let out a sigh while stretching out in the bed and talking back over the phone. Jessica had moved to the bathroom where a sink faucet could soon be heard in the distance.

"Yeah, what's today again? I just woke up..."

"Today is Sunday, come on. I've been waiting on you to call for over a fucking hour. We've got a busy night later."

Suddenly, Ramón snapped awake as he remembered his plans for the day.

"Oh, shit! Today's your birthday."

"That's right, I need to talk to you later. Come on over once you get your clothes on."

"I'll be over soon, give me about an hour."

"Alright, see you soon."

Carlos hung up on the phone and then Ramón let out a sigh. He had soon come to realize just where he had spent the night. He stretched out in the bed once more before setting the phone aside and climbing out. Stepping his way around her bedroom, Ramón moved to the bathroom where Jessica stood in front of the sink brushing her teeth. She turned, gazing into his face but not uttering a word until she had spit and proceeded to wash her mouth out. Ramón spoke up.

"Hey, I've gotta get going. That was my brother calling, today's his birthday and I need to see him. We've got plans for the day."

"Yeah, I figured. I've gotta call my husband later anyway."

"Are you going to tell him about what you did last night?"

He smirked at her, but Jessica wasn't amused. She rolled her eyes to him before answering back.

"Hell no! Are you gonna tell your brother that you fucked an actress last night?"

"Nope. He'd get very jealous at first before calling me a bullshitter."

"Well, you can tell him anyway since the chances are slim that I'll run into you again. I'm leaving town tomorrow and heading back to L.A."

"Would you mind giving me a goodbye kiss?"

Jessica gave him a grin before slowly shaking her head and replying.

"Hell no. Your breath stinks and I'm not letting you use my hubby's tooth brush."

Such a response left Ramón completely speechless. He didn't know what to say back to her as Jessica turned her head back to the mirror in front of the sink and proceeded to wash her face. She seemed to take pride in being a smart ass to his face, but Ramón wasn't about to complain. It was one lucky coincidence to run into her again. They both had their own priorities to tend to after he was to leave, so he could understand her point of view. Walking out of the bathroom, he proceeded to get dressed with all plans of rushing back to his condo to get a shower. Once he was ready, he would head over to see his brother for the afternoon. A party had been planned for Carlos' birthday, intertwining with a special meeting that had been set up.

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"One two, one two... One, two, three, four!"



Spoken words created a snap count as Jennifer Lopez tapped her heels feet over the wooden floor beneath her and began to stomp. She moved with a rhythm playing through her mind, matching the pace of a metronome creating subtle beats for her to work with. Through out her expansive estate on Star Island, she had a private room that worked solely as a gym and for dancing. She often spent a lot of time in the room, just practicing her moves and enjoying herself. Over her body, she wore a black pair of booty shorts and a black top. Her feet were pushed into black heels with knee high black socks matching. It was a similar look to match a fashion used in an older music video of hers. Jennifer's hair was curly, fixed up simply for the point of swaying around. She liked to challenge herself by dancing in high heels, as well as keeping her moves when her hair had blocked her vision. Today was more than just a practice, but she was dancing for a man whom she had fallen in love with. Steven was upstairs, getting ready to go to work but Jennifer had an idea in mind hoping she could slow him down and maybe take the day off.

She had figured early on that he had to be a dedicated man to his job. Though they had only been back in Miami for a few days, Jennifer had witnessed it as Steven seemed to work on a schedule and always made sure he was at the club before the evening hours had awakened with a blackened sky. She liked a man who was a hard worker, but she worried that Steven wouldn't relax himself. Since coming back to Miami, he had been staying with her at the mansion after bringing over some of his own clothes. His Cadillac was parked right in her driveway, next to her jeep where she felt it belonged. Jennifer knew that he would find his way downstairs in her personal gym before heading out the door, just to give her a kiss goodbye. She wasn't sure if she would hear him approaching beyond the loud metronome that played through the speakers.

From the distance, Steven had found his way to the gym and stepped through the door. Over his body, he wore a light blue shirt while his pants were the same white color as he usually wore when he picked the white jacket to go with his outfit for the day. His jacket was in his right hand, thrown over his shoulder. He wanted to see Jennifer one last time before heading out the door, as he spent his time searching through the large mansion for the past few minutes. Now that he had found her, he simply stood there near the door and watched what he believed to be a goddess dancing. Jennifer's heels stomped and clacked over the floor below as she danced in a steady rhythm. She moved backwards, swaying her hips as Steven starred into the absolute perfection that was her supreme ass. He stepped through the room, watching as Jennifer moved towards a table that was seated close by on the left side of the room.



She turned around, pushing her hands down before quickly turning to slide her back against the hard surface. Elevating her right leg, she pushed her heel over the edge of the table and then arched her back up as if to complete her little dance show. Steven began to clap his hands, alerting Jennifer to his presence inside the room.

"That was amazing, baby!"

She looked up at him, witnessing Steven's face from an upside down view. Jennifer giggled before smiling.

"There you are! You about to head to work, honey?"

"I'm afraid so. I just wanted to see you before I head out the door, I think I'm gonna be late."

Jennifer laughed once more. Her assumption was true with him, as he was indeed about to leave her alone at the house. She got up from the table, clacking her heels over the wooden floor as she walked across the room to turn off the metronome on the surround sound audio system. As she stepped away, Steven stood there and gazed down at her giant ass. He watched her ass cheeks shake, pushing up against one another between the tight booty shorts that covered over her lovely rump. Taking in a deep breath, Steven tried his absolute best not to become distracted by the sight of Jennifer within the same room he was standing. When she turned around to step back towards him, a smirk ran across her lips as she hurried to face him. She pushed her hands over his shirt, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. After the kiss, she looked into his eyes, biting her lower lip.

"Is that all you wanted, honey? Just a goodbye kiss before you have to leave?"

Steven chuckled before answering her back.

"Honestly, I'd love to do more than just that but I know I've gotta be in my office soon."

Before he had a chance to say anything else, Jennifer grabbed his hands and pushed her lips to his. She kissed him passionately, moving his hands around her back and placing them over her ass. Steven gave in easily, squeezing her mighty ass cheeks while he plunged his tongue into her mouth and returned her kiss with one of sweet tenderness. Jennifer moved her hands, pushing them at the front of his pants, just to cheek if his cock hard hardened up beyond the button and zipper. When their kiss finally broke, he spoke again.

"Oh man, I don't wanna go to work. I'll be absolutely honest with you Jennifer, I'd rather stay home and spend the day fucking you in this large room."

She laughed in a sensual voice, tugging at the front of his pants. Her eyes glanced down momentarily before glancing back into his eyes.

"Then why don't you call the day off, honey? I could use a real work out instead of dancing by myself."

He sighed before shaking his head.

"You know I can't do that, baby. I've gotta go, but maybe I can get home early tonight."

Jennifer dropped her smile. There was simply no way to shove him out of his motivations to go to work. She was learning the hard way just how stubborn Steven truly was. He squeezed her ass cheeks once more before pulling his hands away. She gazed back into his eyes while unbuttoning his pants.

"Fine, how about I just make you late today? Let's do something quick and then you can go."

Steven smiled, nodding his head.

"Alright, I like the sound of that. I'm real sorry I can't stay home today, but you just gave me enough reason to get home earlier."

This was fine by her. Since Jennifer was unable to get him to stay with her today, at least they could meet in the middle somewhere on a decision. She dropped down to her knees, quickly pulling the button apart at the front of his pants. Time wasn't on her side, but Jennifer didn't really care. If he was late or not, it didn't make a difference to her just as long as they had some afternoon fun before he had to sit in his office back at the club. Tugging his pants and underwear down, his cock sprang free from it's clothed nest, almost smacking across her face. She fixed her hair before her shoulders and then wrapped her right hand around his thick shaft. Jennifer began to stroke it, leaning in to kiss the head while she wanked it between her fingers. Steven brought both of his hands down, cupping her face as he leaned down and rubbed his forehead against hers. Jennifer didn't stop stroking his cock, as she raised her head high enough just to kiss his lips. Once he moved his hands away from her cheeks, she looked into his eyes and brought his cock between her lips.

'Mmmmmm', beginning with an audible moan, Steven was able to feel vibrations as Jennifer began to sensually suck his long pole. Her right hand pushed down to the base as she used her left hand to push up over his leg, keeping her position firmly in place down on her knees. All it took was a few seconds before she picked up the pace, quickly bobbing her head up and down his cock. Steven figured since they were working on borrowed time, perhaps Jennifer was trying to go faster than she normally would. Within seconds, she began to push his cock all the way to the back of her throat. Holding her position just long enough to gag before coming back up and releasing it with a loud pop sound. Jennifer spit on his cock, going back down to use her tongue and twirl it around the head before she resumed sucking him. Steven let out a loud moaning, bringing his hands down to softly caress through her hair while Jennifer was busy sucking him off.

"Ohhhhhh, yes. You always know how to make me smile, baby."

Jennifer didn't care if he had a smile across his face. She closed her eyes, concentrating on sucking his cock as she pumped her lips down and up. With her right hand, she began to stroke his cock, working in a sync as she pushed her lips down his length and used her hand to stroke the inches near the base which weren't between her lips. Together with her hand and mouth in motion, she was able to produce the dual pleasure of a blow job and hand job together. Steven took a deep breath, trying to hold himself back as he simply listened to the quiet sounds of her mouth softly slobbering over his hard shaft. Jennifer took her time, opening her eyes and gazing up into his face. She stopped almost completely, slowly bringing her lips back to the head of his cock and releasing it with an audible popping noise. A saliva string dangled from her lips, but Jennifer paid it no attention. Still looking into his eyes, she brought her pink lips down to the head of his rod and gave it a loud kiss. Jennifer then began to rise from her kiss, wrapping her right hand back around his wet cock.

"Come on, lay down right here for me."

Her voice spoke to him so softly. Steven followed her instructions, laying himself down over the hard black table that she had previously used to finish her dance. Luckily for him, he didn't have to walk far with his pants pushed down past his knees. Jennifer pushed her booty shorts down, revealing her mound to be soaking wet. She pulled them off, tossing them to the floor before climbing atop of him. She spread her legs out on each side of the table, straddling his body as she placed her left hand down to his clothed stomach. With her right hand fingers still wrapped around his cock, Jennifer shoved it between her thighs until finding her wet folds and slipping it into her pussy softly. Steven took a deep breath before calling out to her.

"Ohhhh, yes! Come on, rock me babe!"

She ignored his words, placing her hands down over the front of his light blue shirt. Jennifer closed her eyes, taking in a quiet moment of pleasure to experience his cock inside of her. Time was the least of a factor on Jennifer's mind at this point. She leaned up, taking in a deep breath as she began to slowly grind herself down on him. His cock thrust into her pussy, moving slowly inside of her. Steven looked up into her gorgeous face, only glancing down to witness the hardness of her bare nipples poking through her little black shirt. Jennifer began to move into a tempo, almost as if this were a dance as she began to grind those hips. Steven leaned back, letting out a moan as he brought his right hand back to feel one of her massive ass cheeks, just before slapping it. From the loud smack echoing across the room, Jennifer suddenly woke up from her erotic day dream and began to pump herself down on that cock at a fast pace.

"Mmmmmmm, yeah! Yeah!! OHHHHHHHHHH, YES!!"

Jennifer's cries of pleasure elevated with her voice with each passing second, soon echoing loudly through out the large room. Steven placed his hands up on her hips, listening to the sounds that their bodies made while she slammed her pussy down over his cock. The little table began to rattle, shaking a bit and creating more noises that echoed together. He grunted, calling out to her.

"That's it! That's it, harder baby!! Keep going!"

"OHHH GOD, YEAH! I LOVE YOU STEVEN!!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO, JENNIFER!!"

Upon shouting at one another, all the sounds that were made from their actions had mixed together, creating various noises together. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of Steven's balls hitting the undersides of her giant booty could be heard with each hard thrust Jennifer sent down on him. She rode that cock, owning it to prove beyond any doubt that he was her man. He wanted to kiss her lips so badly, as all Steven could do was lay there, moaning in pleasure and thinking of all the ways he loved this woman. He couldn't help but to beg her with his voice.

"Keep going, baby! More, more!!"

Boom. Boom. Boom. The sound of her ass thumping down on his balls became louder with each time she slammed herself down, engulfing his cock right into her pussy several times over. Jennifer's eyes were closed, her hair swaying all around into her face while her tits were bouncing from within the black top she wore. He knew from the intensity she had created, Jennifer wasn't going to stop until her climax was reached. The woman remained on top of him, determined as if she were on a mission to deliver this orgasm. Soon, Steven was calling out to her loudly.

"FUCK, FUCK!! OHHHHHHH, GOD!!"

"YOU LIKE THAT!? YOU LIKE THAT, BABY!?"

"OH, FUCK YEAH!!"

Jennifer teased him while still slamming herself down over him. Her hands ran up, lightly raking her nails across his chest. She opened her eyes only for a few seconds, gritting her teeth as she came to a stop. All it took was to slowly roll her hips, grinding them to thrust his cock back and forth into her pussy one final time. As she felt her climax commencing, Jennifer raised her head up and screamed in excitement.

"OHHHHHHHHHH, YEAH!! YESSSSSSS!!!"

He gasped, holding his breath before grunting. Steven could feel the warm delight within Jennifer's love hole as she released her juices. She had to catch her breath before slowly rising up, allowing his cock to slowly slide out of her pussy and flop down to his chest. The thought of him having to go to work had soon re-entered her mind, but Jennifer wasn't done with her lover man just yet. She spread her legs out, slamming her heels down on the floor to stand up. Her eyes shot back up at his face as she grabbed his cock and leaned down to lick it clean of her juices. Steven loaned, leaning up to watch as Jennifer sucked his rod for a few seconds before pulling it from her lips. She moved her head down, still gripping that big dick while she used her tongue to lick over his balls. This act of teasing had only made Steven groan, moving up as he was ready to get off the table.

"God, you're driving me fucking crazy, baby!"

After hearing his words, Jennifer stopped and came up, giggling as she began to stroke his cock back and forth with her hand. She used her left hand to fix her hair, swiping it out of her eye sight.

"You know where I want this cock next, baby?"

Steven smirked.

"In your mouth again?"

She returned the smile, shaking her head before answering him back.

"No, I want it right in my ass."

"If that's where you want it, then you gotta let me get up. You know damn well how much I like to pound you in the ass, Jennifer."

A sensual laugh came from her voice before she let go of his cock and turned around. Jennifer stepped away from the table, leaving Steven alone. He got up, taking off his shoes so he could properly remove his pants and underwear. He didn't want them to get into the way while he was to fuck her titanic-sized ass. Jennifer stepped around, moving back to the  little table as she placed her hands down and bent over while Steven moved into position behind her. When he gazed down into her ass, he almost became lost in a mesmerized trance. The ass of Jennifer Lopez was such a sight to behold, no matter how many times he had witnessed it with his own eyes. She glanced behind her shoulder, witnessing the expression over his face. It seemed to be a job for her to remind him that he had to leave soon, even though she didn't want to tell him.

"What are you waiting for, honey!? You're gonna be late for work! Come on, fuck my big booty! You know you want it!"

Suddenly, he snapped as if he had awakened from a day dream. Steven had almost forgotten completely about the time at hand. He stepped forward, using both of his hands to pull apart those mighty ass cheeks, slipping his cock right into the crack. Jennifer closed her eyes and began to softly shake her hips, forcing her thick booty cheeks to flap over his cock while he made the first thrust between her crack. It took him a moment to find her dark little hole, but once he did, not a second was wasted as he pushed the head of his cock through.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah!!"

Jennifer gasped before loudly moaning in excitement. Men could never resist her ass and she loved when Steven promised to pound her in the ass. He went slow at first, moving his right hand down to the small of her back, as if to hold her firmly in position. Her palms were pushed down over the table with her knees, arching herself up for him. Steven went slow at first, watching as his entire long shaft disappeared as it entered her immense booty. Jennifer let out a soft moan, calling out to him once again.

"Mmmmmmm, come on. I want to feel that dick pounding in my booty. Give it to me, Steven!"

Raising up his left leg, Steven placed his foot down on the table underneath her stomach as he groaned. Now in position, he began to ram his cock into her ass, pumping it into her faster than before. Jennifer was pleased now, moaning once more.

"Yes, yes! Just like that! You wanna pound that big booty, give it to me!!"

"I love this fucking ass! You've got the best ass in the world, baby!"

Steven grunted once more as he continued to thrust his cock into her ass. Every inch of his long rod disappeared as he pumped into her back door hole. He hated that he had to leave for work so soon, as he could feel the itching inside of him with each thrust into her powerful ass. Time had moved so fast, yet he didn't realize how close he was to busting a nut for this woman he loved so much.

"FUCK MY ASS, OHHHHH YEAH!!"

Just as she had yelled to him once more, Steven could no longer hold back. He made a few final thrusts into her supreme booty before pulling his cock out. Jennifer soon felt his rod escaping her ass, followed by a hot wad of cum striking her back.

"OHHHHHHH, GOD! I LOVE YOU JENNIFER!!"

He couldn't contain himself. Instead of filling her ass with his seed, Steven pulled his cock free and wanked it until he exploded. Strings of cum went flying across her back, creating puddles and a little river down the small of her back. He continued to stroke his cock, forcing a thick line of cum to shoot up into her hair. She took a deep breath, softly gigging as she felt his hot liquid substance over her skin from behind. Once Steven was done, he took a few steps back and soon realized that he was far late on his way to work.

"Ohhhhh man, that was fucking amazing. I'm sorry baby, but I've gotta go to work now. I wish I could just stay here fucking you all day, but you know I can't."

Jennifer giggled at his words.

"That's fine, honey. I'll be spending all day cleaning your cum out the back of my hair. Damn, I just took a shower a few hours ago."

"Sorry about that, I didn't know I was gonna shoot that far up. I was aiming for your back, honestly."

She bit her lower lip, softly giggling while Steven put his underwear and pants back on, watching every move he made. He turned to see Jennifer smirking up at him and then he bust out laughing at the expression over her face. She was so much fun with him, as he felt he had finally truly found the woman in his life. If it weren't for his dedication towards his job, Steven could've stayed at her home and spent the rest of the day making sweet love to her. Tonight was going to be a lot of fun if things went his way, at least he thought to himself. For now, he had to head out on the road and get to Disco Fever before his phone blew up with calls questioning his absence. At least the drive would be short to the club, coming off Star Island and going down the bridge.

Back at the club, a tall black man was beyond the doors awaiting Steven's arrival. Sean wore a double breasted black jacket over a purple shirt underneath. A blue tie could be seen over his shirt while his pants were of white color. Staying true to his word, he had come to Miami looking for work. Steven immediately assigned him as a bodyguard and doubling security work over the club. It was funny how the two of them had become friends and were now working together. Not many people who landed a punch into Steven's face became a friend later on. He waited by the bar, enjoying a drink as 1 PM soon hit the clock. A late arrival was in order for Steven, as he walked through the front doors of the club right at 1:03 on the clock. Sean smiled when he seen him step through, clapping his hands and calling out to him.

"Look who's Mr. Tardy coming in through the door today. Glad to see you've made it."

Steven shoved his phone back into the pocket of his jacket while walking through the club, heading directly to the bar where Sean was seated alone. The bartender must have been on break as he was clearly absent from behind the bar. Stepping over towards Sean, he greeted his friend with a smile before replying.

"So the new guy on the block don't have problems getting to work, huh?"

"Hey man, I hear that you never sleep around here. They say you're never late, I was beginning to get worried."

"Yeah, I'm sure you were..."

Their replies were all in good fun, giving snark comments to one another. When he approached the bar, a newspaper sat next to an empty glass. The front headline immediately caught Steven's eye as he dropped his smile and glanced down to the big bold caps letters reading 'FORMER DRUG LORD SLAIN'. There was a picture underneath the headline, being the sole piece that had caught Steven's complete attention. Sean noticed the change over Steven's face and spoke up.

"Hey man, you alright?"

He ignored Sean's question, grabbing the newspaper while his eyes remained stuck over the headline. Steven soon spoke up.

"Is this today's paper?"

"No, it's yesterday's news. It was sitting here when I came in, so I just left it there."

Beneath the main bold headline was another line reading 'Former drug lord Tito Munoz murdered, sparking memories of the old cocaine cowboys'. Sean moved, looking at the front of the paper as Steven appeared to be reading the column documenting the main story. Steven unfolded the paper, reading through the details of the murder story. Sean soon spoke up again.

"You know that guy?"

Steven's eyes remained over the block paragraphs, reading over the murder scene. Sean looked back at him, noticing how focused he was on this newspaper story. It was a shocking story to hear of Munoz's death, since Steven had known him over twenty years ago. He had been a big time player back in his father's days of running drugs. A business that Steven and Tony had been born into. Their father was a major hustler, spending years along the other 'cocaine cowboys' in town back in those days. While Tony had been mostly kept away from their father's business, Steven grew up working alongside their father. Munoz was an old friend of his father's, but not someone Steven had associated himself with in many years. After a moment, Steven finally answered him back.

"Yeah, I used to know him. It was a long time ago, but I knew him."

Once he had read enough of the paper, he let out a deep sigh and turned to look back at Sean. He shook his head, holding back any words he wanted to say. The thought had ran through his mind, as he didn't want to reveal too many details of his past with his new friend. Those days were a lifetime ago, as Steven had worked so hard to keep himself clean and not go back to the lifestyle he had been born into. The story in the paper had said 'former drug lord', but Steven knew very well if Munoz were to be killed this late in his life, then he couldn't have been retired from the business. According to the newspaper, the hit appeared to be like a robbery, but left a number of people dead. It still seemed odd, as Munoz was in his late sixties at this point, who could possibly want to murder him now? Steven assumed that he had to be involved in something. Munoz was a difficult person to reach twenty-five years ago, leaving many theories that Steven thought of after reading the story. With the newspaper still in his hands, he headed up to his office, determined to read over it a second time.

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9 HOURS LATER

Through the night, various lights lit up among the piers around South Beach. Down one specific pier, only the lights from within a yacht could be seen from the distance. Various cars were parked close by while two armed bodyguards remained outside to allow or deny entryway for visitors. Among the vehicles parked, most of them were luxurious. Sports cars could be seen in various colors while some vehicles displayed a bit of flamboyance with their looks. Sitting next to a white Lamborghini car was Ramón's beloved DeLorean. Tonight was Carlos' thirty-first birthday. The yacht party had been arranged by a British billionaire playboy in town, but it was Carlos' idea to make the event all about him. A special meeting had been arranged with another young and upcoming player in the Miami drug scene. Going along with his brother, Carlos was ready to introduce himself and Ramón as the new Diaz brothers. Their bodyguards arrived later on in separate vehicles, but weapons were not allowed once they boarded the yacht.

The yacht itself and the party remained bought and paid for by Sebastian Taylor. For two weeks, he whispered through town looking for connections that could hook him up with 'party favors' of cocaine. Following the raid from just a few nights ago, Carlos was sitting on forty kilos of pure snow and needed a buyer. Before the party was to begin, Ramón had the idea to get in touch with one of Sebastian's people and give word they had party favors on sale. An exchange was planned, but it was Carlos who didn't want to sell too much. Instead, he offered to just sell a single key of coke for twenty-five grand. Upon arriving at the yacht, the two brothers spent the first hour with Nigel negotiating a trade deal. It was the first time Carlos had argued for selling a key instead of grams, but Ramón was there to help with the argument.

From the beginning, Sebastian Taylor did not like the cost whatsoever. This was expected from Ramón, as he at least had experience with trading product for cash. Against Carlos' wishes, Ramón dropped the price down to twenty-three thousand dollars. He argued that tonight was his brother's birthday and they could possibly work something out for a special party. Sebastian liked the idea, but wanted to drop the price just a little bit further. With the key of coke brought to them, a purity test had been made to prove their claims. Sebastian was satisfied but he wanted a deal for twenty-one thousand dollars. He argued with them that instead of paying full price, he could re-arrange the party at the moment and blow the other bit of his money with giving Carlos a private birthday party on one floor of the yacht. An agreement had been reached, following a handshake and an exchange.

Sebastian was quick to organize a floor below in the yacht. With a few thousand dollars saved from the deal, he was ready to throw that money towards the women he had previously paid to show up and dance at the party. Most of them were models, doing anything to try and make a bit of money to help their careers. While asking around, there was one specific woman who had asked Sebastian just who he wanted her to dance for. When given the name Carlos Diaz, the woman offered to become his main dancer tonight for free. Sebastian accepted, solely because of the status and name that came with the woman. Now with a dancer, he paid his DJ to move to the floor below and perform for the birthday man. For the payment of three thousand dollars, the DJ didn't have a problem with the change of plans.

It took a little over an hour to arrange the lower floor, as Carlos and Ramón were forced to wait on the deck above. Carlos stood wearing his blue suit. A new gold ring could be seen over his pinky finger, a gift from another friend tonight on his birthday. Underneath the suit was a white shirt, the upper buttons undone to expose his hairy chest and two gold necklaces underneath. Ramón dressed similar, but in a white pinstriped suite with a pink shirt beneath. They still had to wait for their associate to arrive at the party for a meeting. Carlos' idea was to build a truce with another player in town, hopefully to the point he could bring him along with his small operation. With the private party set up below, Sebastian soon found the brothers and escorted to their private party. Before they left, Carlos had a word with him to let him know they were expecting a visitor.

Carlos wasn't exactly impressed with this 'party'. The DJ took his time spinning through hip hop tracks, going with the recent 'trap' music phenomenon. Wine and finger food were there for them to snack on, but all Carlos was thinking about at the moment was enjoying himself. Ramón could sense his uneasiness, as the expressions over his face displayed disappointment and hidden anger at this organized event. Together they sat at a table, sipping on glasses of champagne. Carlos had finally began to lighten up when he tasted the alcohol, as both brothers found it delicious. The lights above had not changed at all, remaining as bright as ever. Ramón could clearly see the scar on the left side of Carlos' forehead, as it had altered his appearance ever since. He didn't like to bring it up, as all that accomplished was enraging him over the person who had caused the scar to begin with. Carlos looked over his watch, checking the time. Ramón spoke up.

"What time you got?"

"A few minutes past ten."

Ramón sighed.

"You told that British mother fucker you were waiting on someone, right?"

"He knows. I just hope I'm not here all night listening to this shitty fucking music. Some idea for a birthday party, huh?"

Trying to smile, Ramón shook off his brother's complaints. The party was a bore so far, but he had at least tried. Carlos sipped on his glass before slamming it down.

"I'm sorry, I tried. I know this party isn't much."

"Don't worry about it. Tonight's my birthday, I just wanna meet with Salazar and then get the fuck outta here. I should be getting laid tonight, you know? There should be some bitch out there willing to suck my dick just cause it's my birthday."

Ramón couldn't help but laugh. Maybe they both would get lucky, he at least considered to himself. It was a long time since that had last occurred, but he still had his hopes. Miguel Salazar was the man they were hoping to meet with today. He was known as a new player in town, a man of Latin descent strapped with money looking for a main supplier. After several minutes, the front doors opened to the room. Their table sat across the room, as Ramón had kept his eye on the door for most of the time being.

"That looks like our man right there, he's here."

After he spoke, Ramón sat back and smiled while his brother remained seated. Miguel Salazar came in alone, wearing a black suit with a blue tie over his white undershirt. His face was shaved completely clean, his black curly hair in a perm was an instant way to recognize him. He walked his way over to the table, offering a smile to Carlos as he extended his hand across.

"Good evening gentleman, I'm happy to be meeting with both of you face to face instead of over the phone."

Carlos turned, looking at the man as he shook his hand. He then moved to Ramón, trading a second hand shake.

"I've been waiting on this meeting all night. What a way to spend my birthday, eh?"

Miguel laughed.

"Shall I sit down with both of you?"

Carlos nodded.

"Yes, help yourself."

The two brothers sat there, watching the other man join them at the small white table. Ramón spoke this time.

"Would you like some wine or champagne before we discuss business?"

"No thank you, I'm fine. I like to discuss matters with a clean mind."

With a second nod, Carlos took over and began speaking to Miguel. He didn't want to go over any small talk, as they all knew the reason of this meeting was for business and nothing less.

"I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Carlos, and this here is my brother Ramón. He's my partner, we are known as the Diaz Brothers. I'm going into business for myself, cutting ties with my former employer. I know you're in this to buy some yeyo, is that right?"

Miguel listened, nodding his head before he replied.

"Yes, that's what I'm in Miami for. I've been here for about a month now looking around. I need someone who can guarantee me product on a regular basis."

"Well, you've got the right person in me."

Carlos said with a smile, carrying on.

"I can get you the best coke in this town. Class A shit, not cut or laced with anything. The finest snow that comes straight from the heart of Colombia."

Miguel laughed at his words, smiling softly.

"You can save that line for someone else, Mr. Diaz. Everyone in this town tells me that same story. Everyone has only the best quality cocaine, according to themselves."

"I'm telling the truth. We can meet together sometime, I'll prove it to you if I need to."

"Whatever you say, cowboy. I just need supply that I can take back and forth from here to my island in the Bahamas."

Ramón was surprised by this revelation from Miguel. He figured the man was a local player, but if he had an operation in the islands of the Bahamas, now this became more interesting. He spoke up before his brother did.

"Why would you come to Miami looking for a supplier? If you're out there, I figure you've got all kinds of connections."

Miguel shook his head.

"There's nothing in the Bahamas. There's a couple dealers connected to the Mexican cartels, but I don't want nothing from them. I just need somebody who can guarantee me a supply on a monthly basis."

"How much are we talking in keys?"

Carlos spoke this time, shifting the discussion back into his control.

"Ten keys per month. I'm thinking we could arrange a deal for that, what do you think?"

Suddenly, a small grin formed across Carlos' lips. Since he had forty keys at the moment, this could prove to be a profitable deal over four months. If he didn't decide to do anymore hits and rob more supply.

"I've got a good bit of supply right now. Ten keys you want? How much are you willing to pay for that?"

"How's a hundred grand?"

"In cash?"

Miguel nodded his head. Soon, Carlos was grinning to the point his teeth were visible.

"I like the sound of this. If you could pay us that, a hundred grand in cash for the keys, I think we could become really good friends."

Again, the man nodded to him. His eyes looked back to Carlos as he responded.

"Yes, but I must tell you that you're not the only one who is making me an offer."

Carlos dropped his smile, answering back quickly.

"Who's the other person?"

Miguel shook his head.

"There's no point in me telling you. The last thing I want to do is start a drug war."

"I think you're full of shit, cabrón."

Ramón spoke while he eyed Miguel. The man glanced at him and laughed.

"And why must you think that? Cause I don't wanna give you the person's name so you go out and kill them?"

Ramón continued.

"How do we know this other person exists outside your imagination? For all we know, you might just be trying to run up the price on us, getting us to believe we've got competition out there."

Miguel shook his head. Carlos sat silently, listening to his brother's objection in the argument. The man eventually continued.

"The price isn't the problem. I'm looking for a long term solution here. You can get me ten keys this week, that's cool. But I need somebody who can hook me up every month of the year. It's January, I wanna roll this thing at least until December. So how long can you supply me?"

"Four mouths at the start, how about that?"

Carlos' reply made Ramón drop his lip a bit. Shock ran through his mind, as he didn't expect Carlos to carry on with this conversation. Miguel replied to him almost instantly.

"Four mouths? I like that."

His eyes shifted to Ramón as he spoke again.

"If it would make you feel any better, your competition is only offering me two months. They want to sell me fifteen keys, raising up the deal for two months. My maximum is going to be ten, as it takes me a bit of time to accumulate up cash to pay during the month."

"I think we can work something out together."

Carlos answered him back while Ramón remained speechless. Miguel just nodded at him, beginning to rise up from his chair.

"Yes, I am sure we can. Tonight is simply not the night for business though. I wanted to meet both of you face to face so I could see who I am dealing with. We need to meet again in the near future to discuss our deal. If we can agree on something in the second meeting, then you have a deal. It was pleasure meeting both of you."

Now that he was finished speaking, Carlos extended his hand for Miguel to shake before he left. After the soft handshake, Miguel smiled at him and began to step away.

"Happy birthday to you, Mr. Diaz."

"Thanks! Hope to hear from you again soon!"

Waiting until Miguel had completely left the room, Ramón didn't utter a single word until he was gone. He was still in absolute shock of how this meeting had played out. Deep in his mind, he had doubts that began the minute the man had spoken of another party being involved. Coming from the Bahamas was another red flag in his mind, as he didn't have an accent and seemed like the typical Miami player. Carlos looked back at his brother and spoke.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look happy."

"I don't know about him, man. You believe his story?"

"Yeah, I think he's legit. What's the matter?"

Ramón shook his head.

"It sounds to me like a fairy tale. Claims to be from the Bahamas but comes in here with no fucking bodyguards? Nah, man. Something is up with that guy. I don't trust him, not one bit."

Carlos rolled his eyes.

"Are you forgetting how long it took us to even get a meeting with this fucking guy? Come on, this has been a lot of work. You don't trust him? Oh well, I like him so far."

"I don't wanna get set up by some asshole trying to rip us off, that's all. He isn't the only player in this town, we could go work with someone else."

The blank expression over Carlos' face told Ramón that he wasn't in the mood for arguing.

"Yeah...sure. Wait around with forty fucking keys of pure blow in my hotel. Just let it sit there, so any moment the fucking cops can kick in my door and raid me. Just shut the fuck up if you're gonna complain about it tonight."

Ramón began to reply to his brother's snarky words, but suddenly stopped himself. It wasn't worth arguing. This was Carlos' birthday after all and he didn't want to make it a bad night for his brother. While they sat there, the lights suddenly dimmed. The DJ's music became quiet, only playing a few loud beats that boomed through the speaker system. He began to speak through his microphone, alerting the two brothers.

"May I have your attention please!? It's time for tonight's show! This is my encore for the man of the hour, Carlos Diaz. I give to you a special guest!"

The door across the room opened as a voluptuous, tanned skinned black haired woman stepped out wearing nothing but a black G-string and a small matching black bra over her breasts. Her feet were pushed into a pair of high heels with strings wrapped around her ankles. She stepped through the room as the beats played, her eyes glancing right at the table where Carlos and Ramón sat. The DJ then spoke once more.

"Vida Guerra would like to wish you a happy birthday tonight!"

From hearing her name, Ramón's jaw dropped. She stood next to them, modelling in her tight string thong and little bra. Her ruby red lips curled into a grin as she raised her right hand and blew a kiss towards the table where they sat. The beats suddenly stopped as the voice of a rapper began to play through the speakers. For the song of the encore, the DJ had chosen a special remix of a rap hit from a few years ago, appropriately named the 'birthday song'. Vida turned around, showing them her magnificent round ass that sucked up most of her g-string. She began to move a bit, shaking her ass back and forth as the lyrics played out to the song. The final lyrics of the verse set the tone, as the DJ turned it up louder.

"ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IS A BIG BOOTY HOE! ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IS A BIG BOOTY HOE!"

The beats began to play again in a high tempo mix. Vida turned around, roaming her hands over her body as she closed her eyes and began to flow with the bass beats of the music. This was her show, playing that 'big booty hoe' that the song referenced and making herself the birthday present of Carlos Diaz. There was a special reason she was doing all of this, as the brothers would eventually find out once all the fun was over. Debuting a new tattoo under her left breast that said 'Love Yourself' in cursive writing, Vida was ready to shake things up in the act of vengeance after what happened back in Las Vegas. Carlos and Ramón looked at each other before smiling and then glancing back towards Vida who danced her way towards their table. Her hips moved with the rhythm of the song, but she focused all of her attention on Carlos alone.

This had to be a planned event, Ramón thought to himself. It was no secret to either of them that Vida was the longtime girl to Steven Diaz. Carlos had a passionate hatred for Steven ever since the incident that left his face scarred. There had to be a reason that Vida was present herself to them like this, playing the role of a 'big booty hoe' on Carlos' birthday. She gritted her teeth, giving him one of the classic slutty looks she had made famous from her magazine shoots years ago. Moving her hips in sync with the beat of the music, she turned around and bent over to expose her massive huge ass towards Carlos. The chorus of the song began to play as Vida moved her hips, grinding them into a twerk routine. Her large ass cheeks clapped, bouncing around and shaking. The grin across Carlos' lips had widened, just before she placed that plump ass right down onto his lap.

For the moment being, Ramón witnessed his cousin's longtime girlfriend giving a lap dance to his brother. It was something he never expected from this woman, but at the same time he had fantasized over such a situation. Carlos could be heard moaning as she pumped her huge booty down into his crotch. Vida looked over at Ramón, giving him a wink. The expression painted over her face was an invitation, as it seemed she wasn't going to leave him out of this party but the birthday man was going to be the center of her attention. She remained in his lap, encouraging Carlos to wrap his arms around her. His hands moved to her breasts, pulling her little bra off. Vida moaned, closing her eyes as she moved her little hands over his, encouraging him to squeeze her over her breasts. When she finally came to a halt from grinding down into him, the Cuban model turned around to face Carlos and pushed her lips to his, giving him a hard passionate kiss. When their lips pulled apart, she glanced towards Ramón and then back to Carlos before speaking.

"It's your birthday. It would be my pleasure to become your big booty hoe. If this is a bad bitch contest, then I'm in first place."

Carlos smirked, nodding his head.

"You're indeed in first place, Vida. There ain't another woman here tonight to give you any competition anyway. You wanna be my big booty hoe? Come on, let's ditch this party and go back to my place for some real fun."

Her focus shifted to Ramón, looking him over before she glanced back to Carlos.

"Mind if your brother joins us?"

A laugh crackled from Carlos' voice.

"Yeah, we can't leave Ramón out. Come along, baby. We're going to my place."

******************

The midnight hours begun throughout the walls of Disco Fever. Steven sat in his office, going over a schedule while Sean was outside the V.I.P. halls looking over the club on security duty. For a Sunday night, the action was slow within the club. It was usually Friday and Saturday nights on the weekend when the dance floor became a mad house. A slow Sunday night was a breeze to work through, but Steven wasn't alone at the club. Jennifer had decided to come along, surprising him as she had spent time in his office a few hours earlier. She tried to get him to dance with her, only for him to promise a dance after he wasn't busy with any paper work. While sitting there alone, his cellphone began to ring. Steven didn't bother looking at the caller ID as he answered it.

"Yes, hello?"

"Steven, I'm calling you on behalf of Tony. He's at the club right now and is coming up to see you. Just thought I would let you know before he gets to your office."

It was Maria's voice over the other end of the phone, giving a sudden surprise to Steven. What would Tony be doing at the club this late? It didn't seem like a social visit.

"Do you know why he's here to see me?"

"No, he don't look happy though."

Steven sighed at her response.

"Oh, great. I appreciate the call, Maria. Thanks for letting me know."

"No problem, just doing my job helping around here."

He hung up the phone and let out another sigh. His mood had instantly been ruined at the thought of having to deal with his brother's attitude tonight. Only a few seconds passed after he set the phone down and a knock was heard at his office door. Steven sat back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head while calling out.

"Come on in..."

The door swung open as Tony stepped in wearing a white button up shirt, clearly missing the jacket of his suit. A nervous yet exhausted expression was painted across his face. He looked towards Steven and spoke.

"I need to talk to you, this is important."

"What's going on?"

Tony looked away from Steven and swallowed his breath. While watching his brother, Steven unfolded his hands from the back of his head.

"It's about your son, Jacob. He's got himself in trouble with a few other football players from the university. They got arrested earlier tonight."

Steven got up from his desk upon replying.

"What the fuck!? When did this happen?"

"I don't know what time it happened. They got booked before sundown, so it was a while ago. It was three of them, Jacob was one of them. Him and two of his football buddies."

"What are they booked for?"

Letting out a sigh, Tony shook his head before looking back at his brother. Steven had walked around from his desk to face him.

"Assault and battery. Something happened at this club down there by the campus. They got into an argument with some old man and then beat the hell outta him.  He's in the hospital right now, this is gonna be all over the news tomorrow."

Closing his eyes, Steven let out a deep breath as he felt his blood pressure beginning to rise. Rage was the only thing he could feel while processing Tony's words. He knew his son Jacob was a bit of a problem child at times, but this was down right embarrassing. He opened his eyes, preventing himself from clutching his fists as he tried to hold off the immediate anger inside of him.

"I got the call, I sent a lawyer down there to spring him before midnight. Throw in a little bit of money to work on it, so he should be getting out soon. I'm just waiting on them to call me back and let me know what's going on."

"Wait, what? I don't understand this. Why didn't you call me first before sending a lawyer? This happened hours ago and I'm just now learning about. This is my kid, so why didn't you call me?"

"Jacob called me from jail and needed help. He said he didn't want to call you. I figured there has to be a reason to that. He called me, not you."

Tony's words finally made Steven snap into anger.

"You're fucking kidding me, right? I mean, you gotta be kidding, right? Right, Tony?"

Taking in a deep breath, Steven turned away from Tony to avoid from hitting him. When he glanced back to him, he began screaming at him.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? You're gonna bail him out after he put someone in the fucking hospital!?"

"Steven, calm down! He is your son! I'm just trying to look out for him!"

"THIS IS ABSOLUTE FUCKING BULLSHIT!!"

With the office door being open, Steven's voice echoed through the hall. Maria had stepped back in through the V.I.P. halls only to drop her jaw at listening to his screaming. From the lounge room, Jennifer came running out to learn what this noise was.

"Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you!? He gets himself into trouble beating up on some old man, and you're gonna send a fucking lawyer to bail him out!?"

"Steven, calm down! Look, it was the right thing to do. He is your son, you should be thanking me for this."

"THANK YOU!? You want me to thank you for this? My fucking son wants to act like a thug. He puts some poor old man in the hospital and you want me to thank you for sending a lawyer to bail him out?"

He stepped away from Tony, taking in a deep breath. All Steven could feel was rage. It was a complete shock that Tony would bail him out after something like this. Jacob had no right to be walking free after such a heinous crime like this. As a father, he felt immediate shame for what his son had done.

"Oh, so you want him to spend a night in jail after they run his mugshot all over TV tomorrow? It's your son, it should be YOU bailing him out, not me! But there's a reason he comes to his Uncle Tony and not you. I've got the father of the year standing right here!"

Tony clapped his hands after taunting Steven. By now, Jennifer and Maria were standing outside the doorway, listening to every word between the two arguing brothers. The young blonde assistant trembled in fear, not sure what to do. She looked at Jennifer, shaking her head wishing that she could get between them and make the arguing stop. It was the first time that Jennifer had ever witnessed Steven become angry like this. He took a deep breath before turning to look back at Tony, pointing his finger at him as he yelled back.

"You know what? I don't give a fuck what you think, Tony. You call that fucking lawyer right now. Tell him to stop what he's doing, I don't care. If Jacob is going to act like that, he needs to sit his ass in jail for a few nights. He needs to learn not that this kind of behavior isn't acceptable."

"Look who's talking! Have you taken a look in the mirror over the years, Steven? I guess it's never crossed your mind that Jacob probably gets his anger issues from you."

"Shut the fuck up!! Get your lawyer on the phone right now before I kick your fucking stupid ass all over this room. I'm not fucking around with you tonight, Tony."

"HEY, HEY! STOP!!"

The voice calling out to them was Jennifer as she rushed into the room, trying to prevent an altercation from happening. Maria stood there in the doorway. As Jennifer had run in, Steven took a deep breath and soon realized that she must have been listening the entire time. She looked over both of them and spoke again.

"Please, calm down. You two are brothers, you have no reason to act like this over one another. Calm down and let's talk about this, okay?"

Steven rolled his eyes before replying to Jennifer.

"What's there to talk about? My son just got arrested for beating the shit out of some old man with his college jock friends and Mr. Father Figure over here sends a fucking lawyer to bail him out."

Jennifer sighed.

"Baby, please calm down. I understand you're upset but getting mad like this isn't going to change anything."

Tony laughed, shaking his head at Steven's 'father figure' jabbing remark. It was only a mere days ago when he tried to tell Steven in his office that Jennifer wasn't the type of woman to put up with a man who had anger issues. Here he was, feeling as if he had been proven right by listening to them. This wasn't going to work out and tonight had all the ingredients of a recipe for disaster. Steven glared at him before speaking more stern words.

"Call your lawyer, Tony. I ain't fucking around with you tonight. You better call that fucking lawyer right now if you know what's good for you." 

"STEVEN! STOP!!"

Jennifer screamed, grabbing at his arm. She was desperately trying to calm him down but it didn't seem anything was going to work. Steven didn't even look at Jennifer as his focus was completely at Tony's face. His fists were clenched, ready to unleash all his anger. Tony shook his head to him.

"It's too late. He's getting him out right now, I can't call and cancel it. I'm waiting on him to call me back after it's all done."

Finally, Steven looked away and it seemed he was going to calm down. Jennifer moved, cupping his face and giving him a hug as she attempted to make him look at her. He continued to ignore her, but she wasn't going to give up trying.

"Calm down, baby. Calm down for me, please. It's going to be okay. We'll get through this, just breathe. Breathe for me, I want to help you."

His eyes wandered around the room while the sound of all three of them breathing could be heard. From the doorway, Maria was visible as she began to calm down. Steven watched her throat move as she swallowed her breath. Among the silence, Tony's cellphone soon began to ring from within the pocket of his pants. Steven witnessed from the corner of his eye, watching him reach up to grab. He made his move, turning around fast and throwing himself at Tony to snatch the phone from his hand.

"STEVEN, STOP!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Jennifer screamed, trying to hold him back from attacking his brother. Steven was quick to snatch the phone from Tony's hand, then shoving him back hard with his left hand.Tony fell back, tripping over a table in his office and falling backwards on his back. Jennifer let go of Steven's arm and he took a few steps back while answering the phone and quickly raising it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Yes, am I speaking with Mr. Diaz?"

A male voice answered the other end of the phone, this had to be Tony's lawyer.

"Yes, this is him. If you're looking for Tony, I'm afraid he's not here at the moment. This is Steven, his brother. Are you the lawyer with my son Jacob?"

While Steven was on the phone, Jennifer moved over to the table, helping Tony up. He clutched his back in pain, slowly rising up.

"Yes, sir. I was calling to report on the situation. This wasn't easy to do at all. You're lucky I'm friends with the judge down here. They didn't want to let your son or the other boys out at all."

"How is the old man they beat up? Is he going to make it?"

"Yes, he's in ICU right now. The scene was a bit bloody, he's got a few broken bones. According to what I was told, there's a surveillance tape of the whole incident. Mr. Diaz, excuse me, your brother is concerned over that tape leaking on local news stations."

Steven stood there in shock and shame as he listened. He couldn't imagine the pain this victim had to go through. He was left speechless, just with the thought that his son had probably put somebody's grandfather into the hospital. The lawyer carried on speaking.

"It's a good thing the judge and I go back a long way. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to get this done. Your brother owes me big time, that's all I can say."

"You got my son out of jail?"

"Yes, he's back in the car now. Should I take him home or-?"

Steven cut him off, replying.

"No, bring him to the club Disco Fever. Tony can take his ass home after I have a word with him. Bring him here, I wanna see him."

Jennifer gasped, dropping her jaw. She looked back at Tony who shook his head at her as they both heard Steven's words loud and clear.

"Alright, I can do that. Talk to you later."

After the reply, Steven hung up the phone and then tossed it to Tony who was now standing up. He fumbled the phone before dropping it. Jennifer ran up to him, her face was a petrified confusion as she spoke in a low voice to him.

"Why do you want him brought here? What are you gonna do to him?"

"He's gonna beat the shit outta him, Jennifer! That's what he's gonna do!"

Tony spoke up while bending down to grab his phone. Steven didn't object to his words at all. He stood there, shoving his hands down into his pockets. He moved to look out the window of his office, glancing beyond the mini-blinds and  down towards the club that he managed. He blocked out everything in the room, focusing his concentration down on the people below in the club. The dance floor wasn't busy at all from his view. While Steven stood there looking through the window, Jennifer tried to confront him one last time by stepping behind him. Tony moved to the door, ready to walk out but turned his head to watch Jennifer. She placed her hand over Steven's shoulder and spoke.

"You aren't gonna really do what Tony said, are you? Are you gonna beat-"

Steven snapped, cutting her off.

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm gonna fucking do!"

He turned around as she moved her hand off his shoulder. Steven looked directly at Jennifer as she replied to him.

"But he's your son! You know that's wrong! Beating on him isn't going to change what he did."

Shaking his head, Steven was ready to explain his point of view to her now.

"He's not a kid anymore, he's a grown man. He's twenty-three years old, will be twenty-four later this year. Think about this, Jennifer. What if that was your son beating the shit out of some old man? How would you feel about it? That could be somebody's grandfather, or better yet, it could be your grandfather. How would you feel about that?"

"Steven, oh my god...Please stop."

Looking away from her, Steven pointed his finger at Tony across the room and screamed at him.

"This wouldn't be a problem if YOU WOULDN'T HAVE BAILED HIS STUPID ASS OUT!!"

When he screamed, Jennifer took a few steps back as she felt his voice ringing through her ears. Her eyes began to water as she turned away from Steven, quickly running out the door. With his finger still pointed at Tony, he continued yelling as his voice echoed through the halls.

"No wonder my son is a fucking idiot. You don't hold him responsible for jack-fucking-shit. No accountability for his actions when his uncle Tony can just bail him out. GET YOUR FUCKING SORRY ASS OUTTA MY OFFICE!!

Tony stepped out of the door way as Jennifer pushed herself against the wall and began to cry loudly. He shut the office door so Steven could be left alone in silence. He moved towards Jennifer, wrapping his arm around her and standing her up as they embraced into a hug. He spoke softly to her while Maria stepped forward.

"I'm really sorry about this, Jennifer."

"What...what is wrong with him? I have never seen him get mad like this. He's like a completely different person right now. Steven is usually calm...and loving."

She began to cry harder while clutching over Tony. Jennifer didn't know what to think of this. From the distance, Maria stepped away from them. As she began to walk down the hall, she wondered to herself since she had heard the entire conversation and realized both sides of the argument. She didn't have the heart to say it in front of Tony, but she understood Steven's frustrations. Maria had a brother who often found himself in trouble similar to this, as she could understand the rage and frustration. She felt the urge to speak with Steven alone, but not until Jennifer and Tony had left the club. Maria didn't want them to witness her approaching his office.

Jennifer finally stopped herself from crying as Tony had walked her into the lounge room. Her makeup had become a mess as she needed a tissue to dry her eyes and wipe the tears away. Her hair was all fixed up in a pony tail, as she wore a white dress. She had dressed in the occasion to match Steven's own fashion. It was something she liked to do since they had began dating, but such little details of dressing were beyond the point now. Deep inside, she felt heart broken over what she had witnessed. She feared what was going to happen by the time his soon reached the club, knowing this wasn't going to have a happy ending.  Tony threw his arm around Jennifer as they sat on the couch together, still comforting her as he spoke.

"I am so sorry you had to be here tonight to witness this. I know you care about him, but with Steven you can't choose what you like from the man. You've gotta take the good and the bad, it's just the way he is."

"No, it's okay Tony. This...this was an eye opening experience. I'm glad I seen this before deciding to have him meet my kids."

Shaking her head, Jennifer's eyes watered up once more before she continued speaking.

"I can't do this. I don't think I can make it work with your brother. If he acts this way over his son, I dread a future with him around my own kids."

Taking in a deep breath, she didn't want to cry anymore over Steven's actions. Jennifer began to rise up from the couch, but she looked back at Tony one last time and took his hand into hers. She wanted to forgive him, but not without confronting him about the day at the dock. Tony had hurt her deep down, making her feel as if she were to be a 'surprise' for when Salma arrived back in town for a threesome.

"Tony, I want you to know that you hurt my feelings a while back. When you asked me to join you on the yacht as a surprise for when Salma was coming back. That hurt, it's been hard to get over. We have been friends for a long time and that made me feel just like I was some sex doll for the both of you to have fun with."

He looked into her eyes and nodded.

"I know, Jennifer. I am sorry, that was wrong of me."

"I wish that had never happened between us. I was hurt, that was the night I went on a date with your brother. I feel so stupid right now. He was still seeing Vida, but I didn't think he was like this at all."

"Jennifer, you have nothing to apologize for. I've put up with him like that for my whole life. He's my brother and I love him, but he don't know how to control himself when he gets angry. I wish I had warned you beforehand."

She shook her head.

"No, I wouldn't have believed you. It's okay. I'm just happy that we are friends again. I hope you invite me to the wedding."

Chuckling, Tony patted her shoulder.

"Of course, I will invite you. I've known you for so long, I feel we're always be friends in the end. Don't worry about that one incident, I don't hold grudges with old friends like you. You and I will always be friends, Jennifer."

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[Cadeauxxx]

Carlos and Ramón left the yacht party, bringing Vida Guerra with them back to Carlos' hotel. 'The fortress' was the nickname given to his luxury hotel suite, sitting high in the Fontainebleau hotel along South Beach. The nickname came from the fact that Carlos had his hired bodyguards rent out other rooms next to his own, all sitting on the same floor. There were four rooms, all bought and paid for with his drug money. His entire operation was usually ran within the walls of his hotel suite, sitting among one of the highest floors that contained an upstairs level. A screen door led to the balcony outside, but for tonight's event, everything remained behind closed doors in the living room. A very special big booty hoe remained down on her knees, pleasing the two brothers in unison.

The clothes had come off over half an hour ago, leaving all three of them completely naked together. Vida was on her knees, fulfilling a request from Carlos. He teased her, asking if she could stuff two cocks between her puffy lips at the same time. Gagging sounds could be heard as she sat on her knees, pushing both of their hard rods between her lips. Carlos stood to over her left hand side while Ramón was to the right. As brothers, their dicks pushed against one another as they were shoved between her lips. Vida gagged, slobbering all over them as she blinked her eyes. Ramón brought his fingers down to his rob, squeezing it while Carlos moaned. He waited a few seconds before calling out to her.



"Goddamn, that's impressive. This bitch's lips were made to suck on dicks."

Ramón pulled his cock from her lips first, allowing Carlos to take over as he thrust his rod between her lips. Vida squeezed her puffy red lips around his pole before gagging on it. He called out to her.

"Suck it, bitch! Show me what you've got!"

He moved his hand to the back of her head, holding her in place as he began to thrust his hips forward. Carlos couldn't help himself as he began to fuck her mouth. Ramón took a few steps back and sat down on the black leather couch from behind, stroking his cock as he sat there and listened to all the various noises Vida's mouth created.

"GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-KAH-GWAH!!"

Carlos fucked her mouth, slamming his cock back and forth between her lips to force his balls smack up against her chin repeatedly. Vida's eyes watered up, forcing her heavy black eyeliner to smear a bit around her eyes. Carlos cried out, pushing her mouth all the way down until the head of his dick reached the back of her throat. He held here there, counting in his head while strings of drool began to drip from her lower lip, falling to the floor below.

"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah! That's what I'm fucking talking about right there!"

He finally pulled her hair, forcing his cock free from her lips. A flood of saliva ran out of Vida's mouth, overflowing down her chin and to her big tits down below. Carlos let go of her hair, stepping back from her as she coughed and gagged. A sinister giggle could be heard from his voice as she slowly caught her breath. Stepping back far enough, Carlos sat down next to his brother on the couch. It took Vida a few moments to catch her breath from his rough skull-fucking. Once she had recovered, her eyes looked forward. She saw both men's legs as she began to crawl towards the couch. Carlos snapped his fingers at her as if she were a loyal pet.

"That's a good whore right there. Crawl over here to us, baby."

Vida giggled in a sensual voice that only enticed the dirty side of Carlos' mind even further. Carlos was sitting on the right side with Ramón to the left. With two men to choose from, it seemed obvious that she would devote most of her attention to the birthday man himself. Rising up from her knees, Vida stood in front of Carlos, allowing to see her full frontal nudity. His eyes glanced over her breasts before going down, viewing her amazing muscular stomach. The baby devil tattoo over her stomach usually got her compliments from men, but Carlos was more fascinated with her body in general. Placing her right foot between his legs, she brought her left leg up, pushing her foot down into the couch while feeling his hands roam over her thick legs and to her large booty from behind. Vida placed her left hand down onto his shoulder momentarily while speaking to him.

"See something you like, big boy? Mmmmmm, I know you do."

"This body, holy fucking shit. This body is absolutely perfect."

Carlos planted both of his hands over her ass cheeks from behind, feeling them wobble and bounce around within his finger tips.



When Vida raised her hand from his shoulder, he brought his right hand back and laid a hard smack over the respective ass cheek, feeling it wobble against his palm. He then repeated the process, spanking her other ass cheek with his left hand. She moaned, curving her lips into a seductive grin as she glanced over at his brother sitting next to him. Ramón's eyes glared with pure lust, speaking silently to Vida as she knew he had desired her for several years. She couldn't wait to tease him with filthy words, but his brother was the one in control.

"These are the best legs I've ever seen on a bitch. How far can you lift them up?"

She raised her eyebrow while glancing down at Carlos.

"What do you mean? Like, lift them over my head."

"Yeah, I wanna see how flexible you are when we fuck you."

"I wanna take her ass first."

Vida giggled as Ramón had finally spoken, offering her chance to tease him.

"Oh yeah, is that right Ramón? You've been hoping to fuck my ass for a long time now. I haven't forgotten all those times I used to catch you starring down at it. Well, you're about to get your wish. But it's your brother's birthday, so he gets to fuck this wet cunt first."

"Get up, whore. I want you to get on top of him, face me and lift your legs up real high."

The position Carlos had ordered for her seemed somewhat difficult, but Vida was confident she could get it done. She moved away from him, turning all of her attention towards Ramón momentarily so she could turn around. From his view, he was starring into one of the most famous asses he had ever witnessed. He watched it sit down on his lap, as he used his right hand to guide his cock between the crack of her ass and easily locating her back door hole. Once she felt his hard rod in her ass, the Cuban goddess let out a loud moan.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, that feels so fucking good. I love having a big dick right up my ass."

Spreading her legs out, she threw them up, demonstrating to Carlos that she clearly had a muscular body that was flexible beyond his wildest imagination. He got up from the couch, standing up to move in front of her. He placed his hands over her legs, pushing them up to the point her feet stretched out beyond her head. All Vida did was smirk at him.

"Is this flexible enough for you?"

She spoke to him with a smart ass tone, taunting Carlos with her attitude. From beneath her, Ramón could be heard moaning as he experienced his rod shoved into her thick, phat ass.

"Holy fucking shit, this ass-"

Vida cut off Ramón, speaking for him instead.

"It's the best you've ever had, right?"

Ramón didn't respond as all he could do was throw his head back and moan. The time had come for Carlos to place his rod into her dripping wet pussy. He placed his right leg down over the couch, getting into a better position where he could pound her easily. Vida offered her hands to help, reaching down and grabbing Carlos by his long prick, shoving it towards her pussy. Once the head was past her delightful pink lips, she let out a soft moan before teasing him with filthy words.

"Come on, I want you to fuck me. Fuck the shit outta me like a real man, Carlos! This big booty hoe needs it!!"

He grunted as he gripped her legs tighter, glancing down at her big tits as he began to thrust his cock into her. With her legs spread out so far, she looked so beautiful as every curve of her strong thick body was visible. Vida dropped her lower lip, letting out a loud moan as she felt both of their cocks thrusting into her holes now.

"Ohhhhh, yeah!! That's it, ohhhhhhhh yes!! Fuck the shit outta me!!"

Carlos didn't utter a single word to Vida's crying voice. Ramón barely made any movements at all, keeping his cock firmly placed into her giant ass. It was the other brother who bucked his hips forward and slammed that cock into her wet pussy. Vida gasped, feeling his balls slap against her thighs with each hard thrust Carlos sent into her.

OHHHH, OHHHHHH!! YEAH, THAT'S IT!! JUST LIKE THAT, YEAHHHH!!!"

Both men could be heard grunting, but it was Vida's screams that shook every corner of the room. Vida's eyes remained focused down, watching as Carlos' dick disappeared with each thrust he made into her tight pussy. From behind her, Ramón wrapped his arms around her muscular stomach, holding her down as he tried to buck his hips forward to drive his cock into that wonderful ass. It became clear almost instantly that Carlos was the one in control, pounding away into her pussy. The time had come for her to scream into his ears, swearing her allegiance to a new man in spite of his cousin who had wronged her.

"YES, YESSSSSS! BUST THAT CUNT WIDE OPEN!! I AM YOUR FUCKING WHORE, CARLOS!!!"



Just from her words alone, Carlos was bound and determined now to keep her screaming until she had finally reached her climax. She had went from calling herself his 'big booty hoe' now to proclaiming herself as his whore. Weather this was just a birthday present or not, he no longer cared. As loudly as she screamed, Carlos wanted to kiss her so bad but didn't. His face remained locked down on her chest, watching her breasts bounce with each hard thrust he sent into her.

"Scream for me, bitch! SCREAM FOR ME!!"

"I'M YOUR WHORE, CARLOS! YOUR FUCKING WHORE, ALL YOURS!! OHHHHH, FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE!!!"

Gritting his teeth, he continued to pump his cock into her clit. Vida raised her head up, moaning as she soon felt Ramón's hands slip down to cradle her massive ass cheeks into his palms. Now that he was balancing her, he was able to thrust his cock forward into her ass at a consistent pace. Carlos still rammed his rod into her pussy faster, concentrating all his efforts to force her into an orgasm. Vida gritted her teeth for a moment, closing her eyes and screaming out.

"OHHH MY GOD, I'M SO FUCKING CLOSE! I'M ALMOST...THERE! OHHHHH, FUCK!!"

Taking final hard thrust, Carlos came to a complete stop while his brother was still pumping his dick into her ass. Vida's eyes shot open as she looked into Carlos face while the walls of her pussy had finally collapsed and sent hr juices gushing over his dick inside of her.

"OHHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"

While she looked back into his face, all Carlos did was give her a sinister smirk. Vida was catching her breath, but he was ready to move on with a new position. His hands let go of her legs, finally allowing her to lower them as they remained spread out. Carlos ran his hands through her jet black hair, getting a grip with both hands as he began to pull her up off his brother below. His cock slipped from her pussy, forcing her juices to come flooding out and trickling between her thighs. Excess cum dripped over the couch and to the floor below as Carlos pulled the Cuban model up. He pushed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately as she was forced to stand up, making Ramón's dick fall freely out from her giant booty. Vida kissed Carlos back before he pulled his lips from hers. His devious eyes glared back at her face while he ordered her into a new position.

"On the floor right now, bitch!"

Vida didn't utter a word in response to him, she just fell to her knees as he had ordered. His hands were still placed in her hair, all while Ramón just sat on the couch and watched his brother.

"Open your fucking mouth!"

A predictable request, Vida had almost guessed this is what he wanted her to do. She placed her hands down over her breasts below, holding them up and rubbing her fingers over her nipples while parting her lips. Carlos didn't waste any time sliding his wet dick right back between her lips. Her tongue twirled around his pole as he began to buck his hips forward, driving that dick down her throat like he had done before. Vida knew that he didn't cum yet, so he probably was about to finish himself off for the first round at least. Ramón sat alone, wanking his dick as he watched his brother begin skull-fucking her again.

"Take that fucking dick, you nasty, big ass bitch! FUCKING TAKE IT!!"

'Big ass bitch' was a new nickname Vida hadn't heard before, but she was unable to giggle with her mouth stuffed with his cock. She began to gag as he pumped his rod back and forth between her lips.

"GWAH-GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAK-KAH!"

The noises her mouth created were so nasty, yet were just the type of sounds that Carlos wanted to hear louder than ever. Like before, Vida's eyes watered up while he continued to fuck her mouth. He finally moved his left hand out of her hair while pushing her mouth all the way down until feeling the head of his dick hit the back of her throat. She instantly choked, causing Carlos to laugh and taunt her.

"What's wrong? That dick too big for you? I thought you were my whore, Vida? I figured you could take it better than that."

A chuckle was soon heard among the voices of both brothers. Vida's eyes had watered up, smearing her eyeliner like before. Her hands remained over her breasts, still squeezing her nipples between her fingers. A string of saliva dripped her lower lip, falling down to her chin before Carlos pulled her hair to snatch his cock free from those puffy lips of hers. A pop noise could be heard as Vida quickly caught her breath with her mouth a gaping hole. Her eyes looked up at Carlos as he smirked down at her. His eyes had finally noticed her hands over her breasts, giving the hint of a titty fuck.

"You want my dick between your tits, bitch?"

Vida bit down on her lower lip, nodding her head as she gazed up into his dark eyes. A soft giggle was heard crackling from her lips as she brought her big tits up to trap Carlos' saliva dripping dick between them. He stood there, simply watching as she squeezed her tits around his cock. He began to thrust forward as Vida was still giggling at him.



"What the fuck do you find so funny down there, whore?"

It was a ridiculous question that she ignored. Vida continued giggling as she looked down to watch his thick rod poke between her tits with each hard thrust. Her eyes looked back at Carlos, still biting down on her lower lip to give him sight of her perfect teeth. Her makeup was a mess as she had a black smudge under her left eye from the runny eyeliner. Ramón eventually got up from the couch, stepping towards his brother as if he was there to wait his turn to fuck her tits. Vida was ignoring him while his brother moaned.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Fuck!! That's what I like right there! A whore with a big ass and big fucking tits, who ain't afraid to put 'em to good use!"

Finally, she couldn't help but to tease him with dirty words in a response.

"Mmmmmm, you love these big fat tits, don't deny it!"

Carlos didn't reply. The sound of his moans was all Vida needed to know that she had this man under her seductive control. He took a deep breath, realizing that his time was short before his cock was going to explode into a sticky white mess for her. Vida knew he had to be close, as she squeezed her tits tighter while feeling his shaft pump between them. After a few more seconds, Carlos finally snatched his cock free from her tits, giving Vida the impression that she was about to be covered in his load. She closed her eyes the minute she seen him begin stroking his long dick.

"OHHHHH, FUCK! FUCK YES!! TAKE THIS CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!"



Vida gritted her teeth the second she felt his warm seed splashing across her skin. The first wad flew directly into her closed right eyelid, drenching over her eyebrow and streaking down her cheek. His next wad splashed across her forehead, getting into her hair. Carlos could be heard groaning, breathing in heavily as he shot more strings of cum across her face. Thick wads landed across her forehead and the right temple of her face while a loose string caught her left cheek and trickled down her chin. Vida squinched her eyes, using both hands to quickly wipe the cum from her eye lids so she could re-open them. She looked up into Carlos' eyes while planting her lips back down over his cock.

"Oh my god, you are the best fucking whore I've ever had. Look at you, still sucking on it after I covered your face."



She had closed her eyes only momentarily while placing her hands down over his legs. Vida looked up into his face as she began to bob her head up and down on his cock. It didn't matter that her face was drenched in cum, she was bound and determined to seal herself at this man's side. 'Mmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmm', she could be heard moaning as she continued to work her lips up and down his cock. Carlos thought to himself that he must have had a real cum slut within his grasp now. The night had only begun, for she was about to become even more sticky alongside him and his brother.

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An hour had passed back at the club until the BMW car came pulling up into a parking space. Steven got the word that Tony's lawyer had arrived with his son, as he remained upstairs alone in his office. Maria had stopped by, but decided against speaking with him tonight as he appeared to still be enraged. She promised to let Steven know when Jacob had walked through the door of the club. As he spent his time locked in his office, all Steven could do was build the rage he had towards his son for his criminal actions. Deep down, he felt like a failure of a father after this whole incident. With everything he had done for Jacob over his life, this was uncalled for. What kind of son did he raise to end up putting an old man in the hospital from a viscous beating?

After receiving the call from Maria that Jacob had entered the club, Steven finished off a glass of whiskey he had and then finally left his office. He put his jacket back on over his shirt while he raced down the hallway. During the time he spent alone, nothing had crossed his mind whatsoever about Tony and Jennifer. He couldn't focus on anyone else, as his mind was centered directly over his shameful son. The club was still busy around midnight. Steven walked down the stairs, looking over the place until he found Jacob standing near the bar. He wore a white T-shit and black pants. Smudges of what appeared to be dried up blood was over his shirt. The young man looked around in confusion, as he didn't seem to know why he had been escorted to the club. Steven soon stepped behind him, calling out to him to get his attention.

"Jacob?"

Turning around, the young man glanced back at his father in fear before answering him.

"Dad? Where's uncle Tony at?"

"Your uncle went to bed. We need to talk, I heard about what you did."

"So-"

Steven cut him off.

"I need to know how bad you beat the shit out of that old man. Is he going to make it?"

Rolling his eyes, Jacob looked right at him and nodded.

"Yeah, he'll be fine. You care more about some old loser than me, huh? I'm not surprised."

Steven raised his eyebrow while glaring back at his son. From his smart ass reply, he had enough of this. He put his hand over Jacob's left shoulder and spoke to him.

"Come on, we're gonna talk about this in private. Let's go to the bathroom and talk about this man to man."

Jacob's eyes became large as he pulled his father's hand off his shoulder.

"NO! You're not taking me to the bathroom, I know what you're gonna do! NO!!"

Snatching him by the arm, Steven began to drag him away from the bar

"Shut up and take it like a man, you little ungrateful brat! We're gonna get this over with right fucking now!!"

A struggle broke as Jacob tried to fight off his father, but it was clear that Steven had the upper hand as he dragged his fearful son away from the bar and across the club to where the public bathrooms were. This wasn't the first time had dragged his son to a bathroom. Jacob knew exactly what was about to happen to him, as this used to be where his father took him when he made a scene in public. His uncle wasn't here to break this up like in the past.

"I'm not a kid anymore, you can't fucking do this!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!!"

Once they reached the bathroom, Steven opened the door and shoved his son right through the door. Jacob went flying backwards, falling and sliding onto the cold floor. His heart was racing, as this was the last thing he wanted to experience at the hands of his father. Steven slowly stepped through the bathroom, noticing that it was empty. Hurrying off the floor, Jacob moved to the stalls, quickly locking the door behind him so there was at least a barrier between them. All that could be heard was heavy breathing. Steven almost wanted to laugh at this whole situation. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stepped around while speaking to him.

"Oh, so you're gonna run and hide like a little pussy huh? I guess this is how you act when you can't gang up on someone and beat them."

"Go away! I called uncle Tony, not you! Leave me the fuck alone!"

Steven laughed at him. It was comical how fearful his son was over this whole incident. A sign of immediate guilt, though Jacob knew this wasn't going to go easy. His breathing could still be heard beyond the stall.

"You know, we could do this the easy way or the hard way. I just wanna know what you did and why? Why did you and your jackass friends beat the shit out of some old man? What did he do to you to deserve that?"

A long sigh was heard before silence fell over the bathroom. Jacob finally replied to his father.

"The old man...wouldn't keep his mouth shut. He wouldn't back down, kept running his fucking mouth. So, I got angry. I..I couldn't stop myself, we couldn't stop. Once we got into it, we couldn't stop ourselves. It was stupid, but he was in the wrong too."

Looking down over the floor, Steven removed his hands from his pockets and thought to himself for a moment before responding back. He tried to control himself for the moment being, though it was taking everything in him not to snap and go berserk. The response from his son clearly showed no sign of guilt whatsoever as he was still blaming the victim.

"How bad did you beat the old guy?"

"I don't know. I know we cracked something in his chest."

"You hit him in the chest?"

"No, I kicked him there, repeatedly. I may have ended up cracking one of his ribs."

Silence fell over the room once more. Steven had made his mind up what he was going to do for the victim of Jacob and his friend's actions. He was going to make his son pay the medical bills himself, even if it required his spare college money.

"That's not good. I'm sure we'll know by tomorrow who he is and what hospital he's staying in. You're gonna pay his medical bills. Since you beat that old man like that, you're gonna be the one that makes it up to him."

"Are you fucking serious?"

Clutching his fists, Steven screamed back at him.

"Yes, I'm fucking serious, smart ass! That could've been someone's grandfather you just beat like that! Do you even realize what you've done tonight?"

Jacob sighed and replied back to his father.

"What about me? I'm your son, you should be worried about me. I don't even have a grandfather anymore, so why should I-"

Gritting his teeth, Steven cut him off by screaming.

"THAT'S FUCKING IT! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE FUCKING PUNK!!"

He couldn't control his anger anymore. Steven moved to the door of the bathroom stall and raised his right leg. Using all the strength he had, he began to kick the door forward. Jacob could be heard breathing heavily again as he called out.

"No, no! Don't break the door! Please!!"

It was beyond that point now. Steven couldn't control himself. He kicked the door twice until the hinges came loose, breaking into the wood and damaging it beyond repair. It fell in, falling over Jacob as he sat on the toilet. Jacob looked at his father in rage, moving over the stall to avoid the door from falling on him.

"You wanna beat me? Fine, do it! Mom was right about you! You are a fucking psychopath!"

"Get over here, you little brat!"

Reaching across the stall, Steven grabbed Jacob by the shirt, pulling him out of the stall as he took a few steps backwards. Jacob grabbed at his hands, kicking at him to fight back.

"No, NO! I'm not a kid anymore! You aren't gonna bully me like this!"

Getting into his son's face, Steven screamed at him while still gripping his shirt. He ignored the comment about his ex-wife, Jacob's mother Tara.

"You wanna know why this pisses me off so bad, Jacob!? I've given you everything. I've worked my ass off to support you. When you went to school, I made sure that you had all designer name clothes, the most expensive shoes in stores. I wanted you to have the things that I was never able to have in my own childhood. Who paid for your fucking scholarship to a top college in this state? ME! I do all this for you, and the only thing I get in return is my own son acting like a fucking punk!!"

Looking his father in the eye, Jacob quickly hacked up in his mouth and then spit directly into over his left cheek. Out of reaction, Steven let go of his shirt, taking a step back and rearing his right hand back. He moved, slapping his son across the face as hard as he could. As Jacob cried in pain and fell backwards, Steven swung with the opposite side of his hand, backhanding him across the cheek. His knuckles clanked against his mouth while he fell to the floor, crying in pain. Blood began to trickle from Jacob's mouth. He looked up at his father from the floor, clenching his teeth as he screamed at him.

"Go ahead and beat me, you miserable fucking prick! Beat me down so you can feel good about yourself! Come on, do it!!"

Taking a step back, Steven stopped himself from making another attack on his son as he listened to his words. Jacob continued speaking while his mouth filled with blood.

"I don't care how much stupid money you spend! You've rarely ever had anything to do with me in all of my life. You never go to any of my football games, not even when I was in high school, but you want me to feel bad cause you spend money on me. You don't even give a shit that I spent the night in jail, you're worried about some old bastard instead, a complete fucking stranger at that! The only thing you give a shit about is your money and how many sluts you can fuck, that's it! I should've stayed with mom in Texas. She did the right thing by divorcing you and getting as far away as she fucking could."

His words were a brutal sting into Steven's mind and heart. He didn't answer him back, only taking a few steps back and gazing down at the floor below. There was some hard truth to Jacob's words, things that Steven couldn't deny. Jacob got up from the floor while his father seemed to be lost in his thoughts. The young man walked across the bathroom, moving to the sink where he turned the faucets on and washed his mouth off. Steven looked at his fist and then sighed in shame. He stepped back again, leaning against the wall as he began to sink down to the floor. Jacob ran out of the bathroom, leaving his father alone now. A hard realization sank into Steven's mind, as he had realized his failure as a parent.

Jacob wasn't wrong about most of what he said. It bothered Steven as a father that his soon appeared to be desensitized and careless over his actions to a victim. None of that mattered though anymore, as everything he had said was true. Steven's ex-wife and Jacob's mother Tara had divorced and moved back to Texas where she had family. They married in high school, following her pregnancy. Both of them were only eighteen-years old, far too young to be raising a child. Steven had felt guilt and shame for most of his life for the failure in his marriage to her. Memories of her had soon become at the front of his mind. While sitting on the floor, all he could do was let the disappointment sink into his mind. He failed his son, just as he had failed as a husband. His son hated him and yet Steven couldn't even blame Jacob for it. The bathroom door soon opened and a voice called out to Steven.

"Hey man, you alright?"

It was Sean, rushing in to check on him. Steven looked up at him from the floor before shaking his head.

"Your boy left the club, you've been in here for a while. Maria asked me to come in and make sure you were alright."

Glancing up at Sean, Steven nodded to him. He didn't want to discuss his problems with anyone right now.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

Stepping through the bathroom, Sean went to help him up from the floor but Steven refused. He got up himself, standing on his feet and letting out a sigh. Sean looked to see the broken stall door, but didn't mention it. He patted Steven on the shoulder and spoke.

"We'll worry about that tomorrow. You should go home and get some sleep, man. You've had a hell of a night, I'll give you a call and check on you in the morning."

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"OH GOD, YES! YESSSSS!! FUCK ME, OHHHHHH YEAH!!"

The night continued as hours passed between Carlos, Ramón and Vida. From the time that Carlos shot his load all over her face, all she did was clean it up and get back to work for another round with the two brothers. For the time being, Vida was in another position where they could both thrust their cocks into her holes. The couch had proven to be a busy spot for their time tonight. Ramón was currently seated down while Vida was on top, leaning over him as her big boobs shook near his face. His cock was lodged into her clit, all while Carlos was standing from behind and pummeling her thick round ass with his dick. Vida had glanced over her shoulder, watching as she felt both of their rods pounding into her simultaneously.



"YES, YESSSS!! GIVE IT TO ME, OHHHHH GOD! FUCK ME, BOTH OF YOU! KEEP FUCKING ME!!"

This was the second time tonight that Vida had two cocks pounding into her holes. She had proven to Carlos beyond any reasonable doubt that she could take anything he and his brother threw at her. For the time being, she wanted to them to fuck her until they point they were ready to blow their loads again. Over and over, Vida felt their rods pump into her. Her big tits bounced from underneath, shaking up against Ramón's face. Carlos was the first one to come to a stop, taking a step back while pulling his cock free from her ass.

"Oh fuck, I can't take it anymore! I'm gonna cum again!!"

"Yes, yes! Set me down so you can both cum all over my face!"

Ramón almost shot his load right into her pussy when she uttered those filthy words of desire. Coming to a stop, he soon watched her rising off him as his brother had come behind her and snatched her by the hair to help pull her up from the couch. Once Vida was down on her knees, Ramón quickly got up and moved in front of her. The two brothers stood in her view, Carlos to her left and Ramón to the right. Vida wrapped her hands around their cocks, stroking them back and forth only momentarily. Ramón put his own hand around his dick, pulling it from her grasp. Carlos soon did the same thing, leaving her there on the floor awaiting her face to become another sticky mess like before. Vida closed her eyes and used her hands to fix up her hair behind her shoulders. The two men could be heard breathing heavily as they wanked their cocks in unison. She licked her lips, teasing them with dirty words.

"Mmmmmm, you both gonna shoot that hot spunk all over my face? Drench me down like a fucking whore?"

"Yeah, I already did it once and I'll do it again!"

Vida began to giggle at Carlos' words. Ramón had proven to be the quiet one, as she listened to both of them silently breathing. Her eyes remained closed but soon, Ramón called out.

"Ohhhhh, OHHHHHH GOD! YEAH!! FUCK YEAH!!!"

Both brothers had reached their climax almost in a perfect unison. Cum went splattering across her face. Carlos shot a thick wad directly into her right eyelid like before. It trickled down like a heavy tear drop. Most of Ramón's cum went over her forehead and into her hair. Vida began to giggle as she felt strings of cum over both sides of her nose and a thick wad above her upper lip.



"Ohhhhh my god, yeah! That's what I like! I'm your whore now, paint me down like one!"

She continued giggling while they were still jacking themselves off, emptying their cum over her gorgeous face. The night was coming to an end as she was making sure that both of them had drained their balls completely into exhaustion. She was going to need to take a shower before falling into a slumber at Carlos' hotel suite, but it was well worth it. Much would have to be explained tomorrow to the brothers, as Vida had planned to reveal just the reason she would walk in and give herself to them. A scorned woman could prove to be more dangerous than a loaded weapon. She felt Carlos was her best opportunity at achieving some sort of payback to Steven after the humiliation he had given her. The days of her playing nice were long gone, as she was ready to walk a dark line and light it up blazing flames alongside an old enemy from his past.

TO BE CONTINUED

[Cadeauxxx]

Big Booty Bitches Ch. 30
Starring: Vida Guerra, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Salma Hayek

Codes: MFF, MF, Oral, Anal, Facial, Titty Fuck, Organized Crime, Drugs, Violence, Killing/Death

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.



Miami, Florida

Through the early morning, the sun had risen through the sky, bringing daylight before the city. The light was visible beyond the curtains hanging over the windows, casting it's rays into the room of the Fontainebleau hotel. Carlos was upstairs, just getting out of the shower as a special woman remained naked with her body spread over the white bed sheets. Downstairs, his cousin Ramón had been awake for a few hours. He had spent the night at his brother's hotel, appropriately nicknamed 'the fortress' due to all the security that Carlos had on the floor. Last night had been Carlos' birthday and Ramón was still processing the thought of what birthday present had been given to his brother. There was much to talk about with the woman, as Ramón was eager to learn just how and why she would slip her way into their grasp. She now belonged to a small collection of women that was Carlos' little harem of loyal whores.

The lifestyle Carlos and Ramón had embraced had become one of fantasy. Carlos had becoming something of a drug kingpin and he planned to keep it that way. The dream had started with the idea of becoming rich off a few deals but had slowly morphed into something of a conquest. Carlos no longer cared or feared the other underworld figures of the city. Murdering Tito Munoz was to send a message across town. Gone were the days of looking up to the older drug barons of a previous era. There was a new generation hungry to take the center stage of the city's drug world. Carlos was hungry and ambitious to take over Miami, already thinking of the possibilities now that he had split solo from Legba's organization and had went into business with himself. No one was going to stand in his way. With his brother at his side, Carlos had the utmost confidence in himself.

Across the room downstairs, Carlos had not done much housekeeping when he was home. In the kitchen, he kept his tools for testing the purity of cocaine right on the table out in the open for all eyes to see. A black Ithaca 37 shotgun was propped up against the bar, sitting next to two AK-47 assault rifles and a few black boxes of bullets. Sitting among the boxes was a MAC-10 sub-machine gun without the clip. In the living room, two trays were placed over the coffee table with utensils of razor blades and metal straws. It wasn't uncommon for Carlos to have guests who dabbled in a habit of powdering their noses. Whenever he needed the hotel room cleaned, Carlos made his whores do the work of housekeeping rather than call for room service. Through all afternoon hours, he usually had his hired henchmen coming and going from down the hall. The room had been nicknamed 'the fortress' due to how accessible his bodyguards and hired thugs were on the same floor.

Besides the bodyguards, Carlos had taken in a handful of women whom stayed in his hotel room or visited often. He liked to refer to them as his 'loyal whores'. The first one he had picked up was a blonde haired and blue eyed girl named Nancy. She had previously began a career as a hooker in the streets of South Beach, working her way up to become a middle level escort. Carlos took a liking to Nancy based on her big tits. They were fake, but he didn't care as long as they were nice and large. Nancy made herself useful any time he needed to get his rocks off. The second girl stood tall with black hair and muscular curves. Jocelyn fancied herself as something of the 'Kim Kardashian of Miami' as she tried her absolute best to mimic her idol. Unlike the other woman she slept beside, Jocelyn had met Carlos through an unusual circumstance. She had been previously been dating another man until Carlos stole her away by flashing his wallet and promising her a place at his side once he had made it to the top of the city's underworld. The two girls were in something of a competition to be his right hand woman and future wife, but now they had a true heavyweight to deal with.

Vida Guerra was the latest addition to Carlos' small harem of whores. She knew exactly what she was doing as she had so willingly offered herself up to the man. Pay back was to come in some form or another, as she wanted nothing more than to make Steven feel the same painful humiliation he had inflicted upon her back in Las Vegas. She was not a woman to forget things and she knew just how to shove a dagger right back at him after what he had done to her. Vida was well aware of the bad blood between Steven and his cousin Carlos. With all intentions, she had plans to help Carlos rub it in. In passing, she had heard of Carlos' rise in swirling rumors. Once she had learned that he was building a harem of girls, she had made her move and willingly put herself up as his birthday present. Vida wasn't worried about any other women. She knew they wouldn't be able to compete with her, especially after last night when she had handled both Carlos and his brother Ramón at the same time. Unlike the other girls, she didn't care about becoming his wife. Vida knew that Carlos would be more than happy to bring her along to rub her presence in Steven's face.

In the living room, Ramón sat around on the couch. He thought about last night's events, going over the fact he had finally experienced his dream fantasy by fucking Vida. All those years she had been dating Steven, Ramón had lusted over the Cuban model famous for her giant ass. It all seemed so strange that Vida would go from someone like Steven all the way to his brother Carlos. There had to be a reason for all of this and Ramón had all intentions of finding out why. He had to leave and go back to his own condo for a shower and a change of clothes, but not until he had spoken with Carlos and hopefully Vida too. All he wore was a shirt and his pair of underwear from the previous night before all three of them had become completely naked. While he sat there pondering his own thoughts, a phone began to ring across the room. As Ramón got up and moved across the room, Carlos had come racing down the stairs in nothing more than a black tied robe over his body. He grabbed the phone, quickly answering it.

"Yeah?"

Upstairs, Vida had climbed out of bed and washed her face in the bathroom. She could hear Carlos' voice. A few minutes had passed before Carlos hung up his cellphone and spoke back to Ramón.

"Great, that was Salazar calling. He wants to set up another meeting tomorrow."

Ramón looked back at his brother with a surprised look over his face. They had previously met with Miguel Salazar last night back at the yacht for Carlos' little birthday party. From the distance, a shadowy figure could be seen from the staircase, but Ramón paid it no attention as he answered his brother back.

"I guess he liked what he seen of us last night."

"Yep! He's ready to do business. This time we're going to negotiate the trade and talk all the heavy details."

"Did he say where he wants to meet?"

"No, he left that choice to us. He said he don't want any bodyguards and it must be a public place. I guess he wants to keep things casual."

"I guess we could meet him at a club or something."

"Yeah, I was thinking of that. There's a-"

"Why not tell him to meet you at Disco Fever?"

The voice that called out over both of them was none other than Vida standing on the staircase. Carlos turned to look at the caramel skinned the goddess. She stood in nothing but a black thong and bra, almost as if she were posing on the staircase to tease them. A smug grin ran across her puffy lips. Smirking back at her, Carlos wanted to tell her to shut it, but he restrained himself. He usually never allowed his whores to get involved with his decision making, as he was quick to slap them in the face and tell them to shut up, but this was different. There was a reason Vida was suggesting them to schedule the meeting at the very same club they used to work security before they moved on to a different life. After thinking to himself, Carlos replied back, subtly taunting Vida about her relationship with Steven.

"Disco Fever, eh? That's real funny. You got someone there you wanna meet?"

She smirked back at him and nodded.

"Yeah, why not? You know who runs that club and you can walk in there and show him who's the new boss in town."

Vida's reply had sent chills down Ramón's skin. Through the years he had been aware of her rocky on and off again relationship with Steven, but now he realized just why she had come to Carlos. She knew of the bad blood between the two of them and with a reply like that, everything was beginning to make sense now. She had her own card to play in this and was pushing to influence Carlos.

"So that's why you think I should schedule a meeting there? Just so I can tell Steven to go fuck himself?"

Carlos wasn't amused with his words answering her back. Vida stepped down from the staircase, walking over to him. She stood face to face, running her hand over his chest and feeling the texture of the silk black robe. Their eyes met. She wasn't intimidated by him whatsoever as she answered him back.

"Yeah, you should. After what he's done to you, I don't see why you shouldn't want a little revenge."

With her right hand, Vida ran it over Carlos' face. She touched the scar over the left side of Carlos' forehead, gently caressing it as she starred back into his eyes and spoke once more in a seductive voice.

"After the pain he's caused you, I think you deserve a moment to kick back at him. I'm with you now, that's another thing to rub in his face..."

She smirked, flashing her perfect white teeth before carrying on with her words.

"Unless you're scared of him."

Vida's words instantly enraged Carlos, striking a nerve. She knew exactly what she was doing by speaking to him in such a low tone and then using her final words. It was a risk she took, as she didn't have the slightest fear in her. He gritted his teeth, instantly using both of his hands to snatch her up by the hair hard. Vida didn't flinch or cry out. Ramón stood there watching, as he knew his brother was about to 'put a bitch down in her place' as he referred to it in words. Carlos glared back into Vida's eyes as he responded in a stern voice while holding her hair tightly.

"You listen to me right now, bitch. I ain't scared of anybody on the face of this fucking planet. No one strikes fear in me. Not you, not Steven, NO ONE!"

"Then prove it! Go schedule your meeting at Steven's club and rub it in his fucking face!"

Carlos was shocked that Vida would yell back at him like this. Any time he snatched up Jocelyn or Nancy up like this, they would scream in fear. If a woman yelled back at him like this, his instant reaction was to rear his hand back and slap them across the face, but he didn't with Vida. As badly as he wanted to slap her in the mouth, he couldn't force himself to do it. He listened to her words and took them into consideration. When Carlos loosened his grip and let go of her hair, Vida continued to encourage him with her words.

"You owe this to yourself, honey. After what he did to you, you deserve to get back at him some how. I'll go with you and you can rub it in his face that I've left him for a better man. You're the boss now and you ain't gonna take no fucking shit from him, ain't that right baby?"

A smile appeared over Carlos' face as Vida had spoke. His mind had been made up now. All this time, he had forgotten Steven's existence until now. Before replying in words, Carlos used both of his hands to cup Vida's face and then leaned in to kiss her hard on the lips. When their lips pulled apart, he moved his hands from her face and then turned to his brother who looked horrified at watching this scene unfold.

"It's settled, we'll have the meeting at Disco Fever."

He turned back to Vida and pointed to her.

"But you aren't going with me. You're staying here and you're gonna learn your place if you're serious about being one of my whores. I expect you to do what you're told and don't ask any questions."

Vida raised her eyebrow, surprised that Carlos didn't want to bring her along with him. She didn't argue back though, simply nodded to him and smiled.

"Yes, if that's what you wish honey, I'll stay here."

"Good, then it's settled. I'll call Salazar back in a few hours and tell him to meet us there tomorrow afternoon. Vida baby, I'm gonna give you a couple hundred dollars to go shopping. I want you to go get some new lingerie sets and underwear. If you're gonna be one of my whores, then you're gonna fucking dress like one at all times. I want you to buy nothing but bras, g-strings and high heels, you understand?"

"Yes, basically stripper clothes is what I'm buying."

"While you're at it, make sure whatever heels you buy look like something a stripper would wear on stage. I like the ones that show off the toes. The sluttier, the better."

After hearing all of the exchange between them, Ramón didn't know what to think. He swallowed his breath as Vida stepped right past him, his brother's eyes glancing down to watch her phat ass cheeks bouncing back and forth between the little thong between them. It all made sense to him now why Vida would give herself up to Carlos like this. Ramón realized this was some kind of revenge game to her, as she was getting back at Steven over something. Despite his brother's hatred towards the man, Carlos did not share any feelings of animosity towards their older cousin. Steven had been nothing but good to him over the years. He helped him get jobs and had even split his earnings of a drug deal when Steven had to get rid of a kilo of cocaine from the car accident with Carlos some years ago. He had fond memories with his cousin Steven, going back to events that he would forever remember. This meeting tomorrow wasn't going to end well  and he knew it. Ramón took in a deep breath as he silently asked himself: what should I do?

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Outside a gas station Downtown, a metallic blue Cadillac sat parked near the front. A man was visible in the passenger's seat wearing a light blue double breasted suit jacket with matching pants. Sean waited in the car, meanwhile Steven was in the gas station paying for two bottled sodas. After paying with a few dollar bills, he grabbed the plastic bag and headed out the front door. Over his body, he wore his usual white blazer jacket over a purple shirt and matching white pants. Once he stepped out of the store, he reached in his pocket for his cellphone while walking back to the driver's side door of the car. He opened it, climbing in as he tossed the bag over to Sean. After shutting the door, Steven concentrated on his phone while Sean let out a sigh in shock.

"You're calling her again?"

"No, I'm texting her."

This had become a common habit through out the day for Steven ever since he walked through the front doors of Disco Fever. After last night's hectic events, he had come to the brutal realization of what his actions had led him to. There was the problem with his son, but more than anything Steven had just realized that his relationship with Jennifer Lopez was now lost in the midst of his rage last night. He was heart broken, spending every few minutes either trying to call her cellphone or texting. Sean had watched and counted up to four times Steven had either tried to call or sent her a text message while they were in the car. They were out on lunch break during the afternoon and soon had to get back to the club. Once Steven had sent the text message apologizing to her again, he went on and cranked the car back up. Once he had pulled away from the gas station and moved back on the roads, Sean spoke to him again.

"Hey man, you gotta chill out. I've been sitting here counting how many times you either try to call or text her."

"I don't care. I've gotta talk to her about this."

"The more you push a woman, the more unhappy she's gonna be with you. Give her some space and let her cool down."

Steven sighed back at Sean, moving the steering wheel as he took a turn in the road. He swallowed his breath, not knowing how to reply back to his friend. He had been over the moon in love with Jennifer and now he was left destroyed over their sudden end to what he hoped could've been a long term relationship. It was over and the pain he felt was too much to bear. He didn't even want to think about the fact he had purposely betrayed Vida just to get with Jennifer.

"I fucked it all up last night. It's all my fault and she tried to stop me. I don't know why I can't just stop and think when I'm mad. She tried to get me to calm down and I wouldn't let her. I was so fucking mad, you just don't know. I would've burned that club to the ground if I had the chance."

"That's not your fault, Steven. After what your son did, I don't know how you went to sleep last night."

"I didn't go to sleep when I went home last night. I just sat down and thought about it for hours until the sun came up."

Shaking his head, Steven continued driving as he spoke once more.

"I failed that boy, Sean. Losing a woman like Jennifer hurts, but nothing compares to knowing that you're a failure of a parent. It's all my fault, I should've raised him better. I screwed up somewhere down the line and he turned out to be a fucking punk."

"What are you gonna do about that old man he put in the hospital?"

"I'm planning on visiting the man myself and apologizing to him and his family. I'm gonna write them a check today and pay for his medical bills out of my own pocket. It's the least I can do. I would bring Jacob with me since he's the one that should be apologizing, but I don't think he wants to be around me again after last night."

Silence fell in the car after Steven's spoken words. Sean didn't know what to say back to him that would be appropriate, since he had never been in a difficult position like this. All Steven could feel was pain and regret for last night's events. Despite his efforts to apologize to Jennifer in multiple text messages, her silence in no replies was enough to tell him that there was nothing he could do to salvage their relationship. It was over so fast, all due to his brass reactions and unhinged anger. Beyond the heart breaking sorrow he felt over losing her, the incident with Jacob was taking it's toll. All Steven could think about with him was those words Jacob had yelled back at him last night. It made him realize there wasn't an easy fix to this anymore. There was much truth in Jacob's words about him being a neglectful father towards him. All those words that Jacob had yelled back at him had become engraved in Steven's mind. Perhaps it was true, he should've stayed with his mom back in Texas.

It had been years since Steven had last spoken to his ex-wife Tara. Among all the pain that he felt as a failure of a parent, there was also the despair of failing as a husband. He had married Tara out of high school after she became pregnant when they both were only eighteen years old. As teen parents, they had much responsibity burdened on them at such a young age. Tara had done her best to raise Jacob while Steven had went through desperate measures to make easy money. His father before him had a habit of dealing with the drug business beyond the walls of the night clubs the Diaz name was later associated with. It was that lifestyle which Steven had embraced in his young years. Tara had put up with all of it. Beyond his habits of cheating on her with multiple women, Steven would leave for long periods of time and come home without explaining any details for why he had suddenly disappeared on her with a child at home. Once Jacob was fifteen years of age, Steven and Tara divorced. She moved to Texas after Steven signed over custody allowing her to raise Jacob. The failure of marriage had now become the failure of raising their son and Steven knew it was all his fault. All that was left was for Steven to accent this as a fact and try his best to make the future better.

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4 HOURS LATER

Carlos had closed some business back at the hotel, dealing with phone calls and seeing his bodyguards down the hall. Ramón had left early, returning back to his own condo and leaving his brother all alone to handle things himself. Carlos called back Miguel Salazar, informing him that he wanted to meet in Disco Fever of all places. Once he had closed his business dealings, it was time to kick back and relax in complete privacy. Nancy had called to see Carlos as she soon arrived by the time Vida had come home from shopping. The blonde haired former hooker wasn't amused to know he had taken on another woman as a whore. She had enough competition to deal with from Jocelyn but now there was Vida who already had made her presence clear by walking around his hotel suite in nothing but a white g-string, lace bra and plastic stiletto high heels. Vida's clothes left a stark contrast to the little silver one piece dress that Nancy had arrived in. Nancy never thought she'd feel more uneasy from another woman besides Jocelyn, but she already felt that she was in Vida's shadow.

To make up for her nervous tensions, Nancy wasted no time making use to the little tray of cocaine that Carlos had sitting out on the coffee table. She used a round shaped mirror to spread out the powdery white substance into five little lines. Carlos had turned on some music from a stereo in the room before he ordered Vida to 'work your booty like it was made for'. The music was synth driven dance music. Nancy was quick to learn of the other woman's giant phat rump. Vida had climbed on the couch, sitting on her knees as she pushed her ass out and began to grind her hips in a rotation to twerk. While Vida was putting on a show of twerking that big ass, Nancy used the razor blade to chop up and draw four lines through what once was a pile of cocaine over the mirror. She glanced back at her own reflection while tapping the razor blade through the lines to make sure the lines were proper and straight.



Once she was finally prepared, Nancy dropped the razor blade and picked up the small metal straw piece. She shoved it down towards one of the lines before lowering her nose to it and inhaling the powder up her nostril.

The high rush of the substance hit her hard after the snort. Nancy leaned her head up and took a deep breath. Carlos always hooked her up with the real deal when it came to cocaine. She didn't have to bother fooling around with any cut product like she had previously done before meeting him. As she felt the numbing chill rush through her skin, Nancy pushed the straw down towards another line and proceeded to snort the next one. She felt her mind finally coming  to an ease as Nancy soon believed she could relax alongside the other woman in the room. While Vida was busy shaking her ass and Nancy was snorting coke, Carlos stood over the coffee table glaring down at his blonde whore. He was still wearing the black robes from earlier in the afternoon, only now they had been untied and he was ready to have some lustful fun. After Nancy had snorted a third line of the pure cocaine, she looked up and giggled as she saw Carlos' face. He didn't appear to be amused with her, but feeling the numbing drug in her system, Nancy was relaxed.

"Hey Carlos baby, you wanna take a hit?"

He shook his head at her.

"No. I never get high on my own supply, you should know that."

Vida bit down on her lower lip back on the couch, just to avoid herself from laughing at his exchange with the other girl. She continued to grind her hips, working her ass in a perfect sync following the bass of the music.

"I wanna have some fun with you, so I hope you ain't too high to suck me off, Nancy."

After Carlos had spoken, Vida took her chance to say something aloud.

"If she can't do it, I'd love to suck on that big fucking dick."

Suddenly, Nancy screamed in frustration.

"No, not her! I wanna suck on it!"

Carlos couldn't help but laugh at Nancy's sudden reaction to the other woman's words. He liked to see a bit of competition between his whores. Vida being here was just enough to motivate Nancy to try and outdo her now that she had some cocaine in her system. Before Carlos could even order her to take off her clothes, she had already loosened the shoulder straps of her dress and began to peel it off. Underneath the little dress, Nancy had on a black push up bra to show off her surgically enhanced double DD breasts. Down below, she had on a black matching thong and silver high heels. Vida was still busy working her hips to twerk her ass while Nancy crawled on the floor to approach Carlos. He dropped the robe, revealing his naked body and semi-hard rod waiting for some attention from the woman. He took a few steps back, standing near the couch so he could watch Vida's ass bounce around while Nancy made her way to him.

While still pumping her ass back and grinding it into the air, Vida turned her head to look over her left shoulder. She watched Nancy finally reach her way towards Carlos. The blonde haired girl wrapped her left hand around his cock and began to stroke it up and down. Vida concentrated on twerking her giant booty, knowing that Carlos' eyes were still locked watching her impressive ass cheeks bounce around and clap together. Nancy pushed her red lips around the head of his cock and began to suck on it after moving her hand down to the base. She could feel the numbness from the cocaine still moving through her face and neck as she worked her lips up and down. Sucking sounds were heard under the music still blaring from the stereo. 'Mmmmm', Nancy's voice could be heard moaning as she looked up into Carlos' face while slobbering all over his dick. He didn't shift his eyes away from Vida's bouncing booty until he had enough of Nancy's efforts. Reaching down with his hands, Carlos snatched Nancy by her golden hair, pulling his cock free from her mouth. He then reared back his right hand and slapped her hard across the face.

SMACK!

Nancy cried out in pain as the slap sent her to the floor on her right shoulder. Though her face was numb from the cocaine, she could feel the stinging pain from Carlos' hand.

"You stupid bitch! I told you to give me a blow job, not sit there and slobber on it like some fucking dumb crack whore! You sucked that yeyo up your nose and now you can't work that mouth like it was made for."

Vida came to a halt from grinding her ass. She licked her lips and began to climb off the couch, her heels hitting the floor with a loud boom. She spoke up to Carlos as she faced him.

"Let me do it. You know I can suck that cock better than this little slut."

He glanced over at Vida, nodding before he ordered her.

"Get down on your fucking knees then."

Not wasting any time whatsoever, Vida got down on her knees just as Carlos had instructed her to do. She pushed her right hand around the base of his cock and then quickly shoved it between her puffy lips. Her lips worked up and down, taking inch after inch of his swollen rod into her mouth. Vida wanted to demonstrate her skills in front of the other girl, so she slammed his cock hard to the back of her throat, deep-throating every inch of it and without choking or gagging. Carlos let out an audible moan.

"Fuck...That's it...You see this, Nancy? This is how you should be sucking dick, not just gagging on it like the lazy bitch you are. Vida knows how to really work her whore mouth. Maybe you should keep watching in hopes that you actually learn something."

Nancy rubbed her face with her hand. A red mark had already formed over her left cheek from Carlos slapping her. This had not been the first time he had slapped her. Carlos could leave his hand print across both her cheeks if he wanted to, as he had a habit of taking his anger out on the poor girl. She stuck with his abuse just for the sake of believing one day she could become his wife. Anything was worth becoming rich in the future to live like a queen, even if she had to tolerate a man like him. Now she was forced to sit there and endure watching Vida do a better job at sucking his cock. Carlos eventually put his hands into Vida's long black hair, holding her in place as he began to buck his hips forward and face-fuck her.

"GWAK-GWAK-GWAH-GWAK!"

Apart from all the various slobbering and gagging noises Vida's mouth produced, she didn't choke on his cock. Nancy sighed as she realized at this very moment there was no way she was going to be able to compete with this other woman. Vida was not like Jocelyn where she felt that she had a chance to push her aside and become Carlos' wife in the future. She didn't even know who this woman was but she could see why Carlos valued Vida over herself.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah!!"

He cried out before pulling Vida's hair to force her head up and his cock to flop free from her loving lips. A loud pop sound could be heard as Vida's mouth became a gaping hole. A few strings of saliva dripped from her lower lip falling down to her breasts. Carlos grabbed Vida's hair with both hands, pulling her up from her knees as he ordered her in his stern voice again.

"Drop the g-string and turn around for me."

She let out a soft moan before using her hands to quickly shove her g-string down. Vida's mighty ass sucked up the tiny string, as her full ass was visible regardless of wearing it. As she turned around to him, Vida pushed her ass out and rubbed it up against Carlos' crotch. She could feel his hard cock poking over her right cheek. Carlos moved his left hand to grab at Vida's right wrist before he ordered her again.

"Spread your fucking legs. Spread 'em out."

As Vida began to spread her legs out for him, Carlos raised his right hand and sent it down over the right cheek of her ass with a hard swat.

SPANK!

Nancy's eyes became enlarged when she watched Vida's ass cheek bounce and wobble around from his hard spank. She had witnessed women with large rumps during her life, but nothing compared to this supreme titanic-size ass. Vida licked her lips when she felt his long shaft pushing through the crack of her ass. She closed her eyes, calling out to him.

"Yeah, you know you want that big fucking ass! Go on and fuck it! Fuck my ass hard, Carlos!"

He reared his hand back once again and smacked her ass hard while taking the first hard thrust into her ass. Vida moaned, feeling his rod push into her back door hole. Carlos then moved his hands to grip at Vida's wrists. She stood there, pushing her hands to hold her phat ass cheeks back so he could properly ram her ass with his hard shaft. The sound of his rod pumping into her was soon heard loudly with his balls smacking against her cheeks. Smack. Smack. Smack. Their bodies created a solid rhythmic noise as Vida's breasts bounced up and down with each thrust Carlos sent into her mighty ass. While he was busy fucking Vida's ass, Nancy was still on the floor sitting on her knees. The blonde girl felt left out as she had to endure witnessing the woman whom was replacing her as Carlos' main squeeze. She had to watch Carlos fuck Vida right in front of her eyes.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh yeah! Fuck my ass, yeah! I'm your whore! Fuck that ass, you own it!!"

As Vida yelled, her hair had swayed into her face, almost blocking her view. She kept her hands holding her ass cheeks back as Carlos continued to pound his big dick into her from behind. While Nancy was sitting on her knees in front of Vida, she pondered the thought of inviting herself into this fun by pleasuring the other woman. Though she was disgusted to know Vida was replacing her, Nancy couldn't reject the wet feeling she had developed from her clit below. She had become horny in heat, eager to get involved and make this lustful act into one for three. Crawling towards Vida, Nancy ran her hands up the other woman's legs and then called out to her.

"I wanna eat your pussy out, can I?"

Letting out a sharp moan, Vida opened her eyes while her boobs flopped up and down. She glanced down at Nancy and then dug her right hand fingers down into the girl's hair, shoving her face between her thighs before answering her back.

"YES, LICK ME YOU NASTY LITTLE WHORE!!"

When Carlos heard Vida scream to Nancy, he reared his right hand back to slap her ass while still thrusting into her.

SPANK!

Vida cried out in pleasure as she felt Carlos' hand striking down over her right ass cheek once more. When she felt Nancy's tongue slipping into her pussy, Vida moved her hand back to pull her ass cheeks apart once more. She felt the grip of Carlos' hands over her wrists tightening as he slammed his cock into her phat ass over and over. Carlos groaned as he called out to her.

"This is the best fucking ass I've ever had! Nothing will ever come close to this one!"

"OHHHHH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! MY ASS IS THE BEST!! THE BEST IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD!! FUCK MY ASS, FUCK IT HARDER!!"

With her eyes closed, Vida moaned as she could feel Carlos' dick pounding into her ass from behind while Nancy was thrusting her tongue in and out of her juicy cunt. This was the experience of double pleasure and Vida was loving every lasting second of it. She heard Carlos grunting from behind her as he didn't stop himself, still thrusting away as he pounded his fat cock into her giant, thick ass.

"OHHHH GOD, YEAH! FUCK!! OHHHHHH, FUCK MY ASS!!"

By now Nancy had begun twisting and twirling her tongue into Vida's pussy, hungrily eating her like a loving whore. Vida couldn't take much more of it while her breasts were bouncing up and down she was feeling the pleasure given to her into both holes down below. She knew it was only a matter of time that either she or Carlos reached the first orgasm of the day. The question would be between which one of them experienced their climax first? Vida was guessing that it would be Carlos since she had already previously sucked his cock and now he was ramming her ass so fast from behind. At this point, Vida didn't care just as long as she had her climax for her own sake.

"God, that's fucking it!!"

Carlos grunted out his words almost into a growling voice from behind Vida. Moving his hands away from her thick form, he took a few steps back before snatching his cock free out of her tight little hole from behind. He was ready to move positions, not caring whatsoever if Nancy was busy eating Vida's pussy.

"Move! I want you on the couch."

SPANK!

After speaking in his stern voice, Carlos swung his right open hand to smack Vida's phat ass, watching the firmness shake while the sound echoed across the room. She gasped for her breath before raising her right foot and shoving Nancy aside. The blonde girl's mouth was now disconnected from Vida's juicy cunt, allowing the Cuban model to move away towards the couch just as Carlos had commanded. Nancy was left ignored on the floor only to watch Carlos handle the other woman. Vida turned around, grinning at Carlos as she laid her back down over the couch and spread her legs out. Stepping forward, Carlos grabbed his cock and was ready to push it back into her deep back door hole. Though her entry folds were clearly visible to his eye, he ignored them completely to push his cock back into her supreme ass. He moved his left hand to push it under her leg right where her knees bent. Vida gasped and moaned as she felt him beginning to pump his fat cock through her ass once more.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Mmmmmm, fuck my ass! Keep going, Carlos! Don't fucking stop!! YOU OWN MY ASS, FUCK IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!!"

She was a bit disappointed that he didn't finish her off after the licking that Nancy was giving her. Vida knew better than to demand something out of this man, so she used her left hand to hold up her other leg while venturing her right hand down to finger herself while he pumped his shaft through her thick ass. Closing her eyes, the Cuban model dropped her lower lip and began to moan out. She was so close to reaching that heavenly feeling. Thrusting her index and middle finger so vigorously through her labia, Vida cried out once more while she felt his cock pounding into her ass from this position with Carlos looking down over her.

"OHHHHHH, FUCK!! OHHHHHHHHHH...GOD!!!"

His eyes glared down at her, watching those big bouncing breasts before moving to gaze into her face. It didn't matter to Carlos that Vida had her eyes closed, for he had her exactly where he wanted his new whore; on her back, crying in pleasure as he pounded his cock into the best ass he had ever laid eyes on. Little did he know that her pussy was about to burst into a wet explosion before he could shoot his load within her. Her toes curled up in her heels before she began to belt out screams as loudly as her voice could shout.

"OH MY GOD, OHHHHHH FUCK!! OHHHHH FUCK, I CAN'T STOP IT!!"



Vida gasped upon crying out her final words. She was still twirling her fingers beyond the folds of her pussy as she had reached her climax. There wasn't a care in the world of Carlos leaning over her pumping his dick into her ass, for her juices squirted and splashed over his bare stomach. Vida couldn't hold herself back, as she needed to reach her climax more than anything. Carlos groaned as he was caught by surprise with her warm juices splashing over his skin. From the floor, Nancy could be heard in her seductive voice calling out, 'mmmmm'. Her voice was an alert to Carlos' mind, as he had previously forgotten she was in the room. He stepped back, pulling his cock from Vida's busted cunt and then turned around to see his blonde whore on the floor. He pointed to his wet stomach and then snapped his fingers while calling out to Nancy.

"Clean this up. I want you to swallow every drop of her juices."

"Mmmmm, I thought you'd never ask."

Nancy's voice replied in a low, slutty tone before she licked her lips. Carlos reached out to grab her hair, pulling her up a bit from her knees before her felt her tongue grazing over his skin. Vida sat back on the couch, catching her breath as she watched the other woman cleaning Carlos' wet stomach. He soon turned his head and glanced towards Vida before snapping his fingers at her and commanding her while he stroked his cock with his other hand.

"Get up. I want you down on your fucking knees, right now."

She didn't utter a word in response. Vida simply smiled and hurried down from the couch. It was easy for her to simply guess that he wanted her down on her knees so he could paint her face into a sticky, white mess. She licked her puffy lips, listening to Nancy slobber all over his stomach until she had completely cleaned his skin of every excessive bit of Vida's own love nectar.Running her hand through her hair, Vida let out a moan until she watched Carlos push Nancy aside from him. The blonde girl was shoved to his left side, leaving Vida facing him as her eyes gazed upward from her knees. Carlos stroked his cock as fast as he could, ready to unload his warm seed across Vida's beautiful face. She leaned her head up and closed her eyes, sticking her tongue out as she patiently awaited her gooey award.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah! Take this fucking cum, you filthy bitch! TAKE IT, OHHHHH YEAH!!"

Just as he roared his words, Carlos felt his cock beginning to erupt from the grip of his hand. Vida stuck her tongue out further as she felt the first string of his cum splattering across her face.



The first wad went directly into her closed right eye lid. She stuck her tongue out again and again, though not a single string went towards her mouth. Carlos grunted as he stroked his cock, shooting his cum into her hair and across the right side of her face. Each time a new string slathered over her face, Vida would stick her tongue again and moan. 'Ahhhh, mmmm, ahhhh', her voice came off so sexy to Carlos' ears. When he was done stroking his cock, Vida slowly opened her eyes and blinked while strands of his cum dripped from her face. She grabbed his rod and pushed her lips over the head, milking out the final drops into her loving mouth before kissing the head loudly.

"Ohhhhh, man. You really are the fucking best, that's the absolute truth."

Carlos' words rang loud and clear to Nancy's ears as she sat on her knees, watching in shock as Vida slid that cock back into her mouth and began to suck on it once more. From that moment, it was clear to Nancy that she wouldn't be able to compete with this other woman. It wasn't worth going toe to toe with Vida, as Nancy now realized that Carlos was replacing her and Jocelyn both as his right hand whore. This horrible truth had quite the sting, as Nancy only tolerated Carlos' abusive side just for the hope of an easy living with his money. At this rate, she was beginning to realize that she was better off escorting again. She didn't know who Vida was, but it was clear to her eyes that she wouldn't be able to compete with this woman over him. Swallowing her breath, Nancy let out a sigh as she still watched Vida from the floor. She thought to herself about Carlos' other whore Jocelyn. It would be a rude awakening for the other woman to know that she wouldn't be able to compare to Vida either.

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3 HOURS LATER

Wind shook the palm tress from outside the tall white buildings of Mercy Hospital. The sky had faded into a vortex of pink hue with clouds crossing over as the night hours would soon be coming through to wrap up the day. Staying true to his word, Steven had went to the hospital to visit the victim of Jacob's criminal assault charges. The incident had become a top local news story circulating around the Miami Hurricanes football players who were involved in the charges. The victim was an older man by the name of Robert Jones, said to be at sixty-two years old. Outside in the lobby room, Maria sat alone with her legs crossed in her yellow skirt. Her long golden hair was fixed up, parted down the middle and waving over her shoulders. A black leather belt was buckled around her waist while her feet were pushed down into a pair of yellow matching heels. It was a surprise to Steven that she would want to come along with him. Maria had even offered to drive him to meet with the Jones family as he tried to do what he believed to be the right thing with offering to pay for the old man's medical bills.

There was a reason Maria had chosen to accompany Steven to the hospital. With last night's turning events, she felt he needed someone to talk to whom had went through similar headaches. Maria's own brother was a criminal whom found himself locked up after a charge for trafficking narcotics. Steven's erratic behavior last night over his son's actions had brought back memories she had of her parents dealing with her brother's criminal problems. Before she had left Baltimore, she had also had to deal with the headaches he caused that ended up leading to his long prison term. Since she had taken the job at the club working in the offices, Maria always felt closer to Steven than anyone else in the office. He looked out for her, almost like a father figure and now she felt it was time to repay him. While she waited for him to return in the lobby, she flipped through the pages of a health magazine that sat on the glass table near the chairs. Steven had been gone for over an hour before his figure was seen visibly walking the hall, brushing past a nurse. Maria looked up to see him, dropping the magazine before speaking to him.

"Hey, how did it go? Did you talk to the family?"

A blank expression was visible across Steven's face. He stepped around to where Maria was seated in a chair before he replied back to her words.

"Yeah, I talked to them. I think they would've appreciated it more had Jacob came and apologized for his actions instead of me being here. I told them to forward any medical bills to me."

"Are they going to let you pay them?"

"Yes, but they had to be talked into it. They didn't want to cause the old man's got insurance and he's covered. I don't think they understood that this is just something I wanted to do, cause I feel awful about the whole thing."

"Well, I think Jacob should be the one to pay for them, not you. After all, he's the who caused this mess to begin with."

Steven sighed. Maria's words echoed his original plan. He had all intentions of forcing Jacob into paying the medical bills himself to try and teach his son a lesson, but after their confrontation last night, he decided against it. He had failed him as a father and the realization was simply enough for Steven to realize there was nothing left to try and correct his son's behavior. Not wanting to think longer on it, he looked back at Maria and spoke.

"Yeah, I wish that was the case but there isn't any sense in dwelling on it, I suppose. Come on, let's get outta here and go back to the club."

Rising up from her chair, Maria stepped around beside him as they both began to leave the lobby of the hospital building. There was a long hall extending to the main lobby and entrance. While they walked together, Maria felt it was time to open up to him about why she had wanted to come along with him. The more she thought about his son Jacob, the memories of her brother burned through her mind.

"You know, I wanted to come with you for a reason tonight, Steven."

He stopped walking and turned to look at Maria, raising his eyebrow before he spoke back to her.

"I figured there had to be a reason. I didn't want you to ask you, but I knew you weren't just coming along for nothing."

Maria glanced down at the white floor beneath them before she gazed back up at Steven. She tried to smile, but only ended up sighing before she carried on speaking.

"Your son reminds me of someone who is very dear to me. The way you were acting last night, I can't blame you for that. I've been there before where I get so mad over someone, I can't control myself."

Her confession was quite the surprise to Steven. From his initial thought, he figured Maria had to be referring to a boyfriend or a lover from the past. A nurse walked by in the hallway while he replied to her.

"That's quite the surprise. You have a boyfriend I didn't know about, Maria?"

She shook her head.

"No. I have an older brother like that."

Steven raised his eyebrow while looking back at Maria. She swallowed her breath and continued.

"My brother was always a wild child when I was young, my parents could never do anything with him. No amount of time in juvenile jails could really fix him. When I got older, he became my problem and I had to deal with him like my parents did. I know how you felt last night, cause it's happened to me before."

Letting out another sigh, she turned her head from him. All the frustrating memories of her final months back home in Baltimore had come rushing through her mind. Steven moved his hand over her shoulder.

"Come on, let's get outta here and you can finish telling me."

He didn't want their conversation to be overheard by strangers. With his hand on her shoulder, Steven quietly walked her out of the hall and back to the main lobby of the hospital. Once they had stepped out of the sliding doors, the cool breeze of the evening was felt with the wind forcing Maria's long blonde hair to wave. She turned and looked back at Steven as they walked down the steps. He removed his hand from her shoulder and brought the conversation back into play.

"Where's your brother now?"

"In jail, he won't be getting out for a long time."

She sighed, glancing her eyes around as she and Steven stood at the steps leading into the front doors of the white hospital building. The wind blew her hair into her face while she spoke to Steven again.

"Charles was always obsessed with some sorta get rich quick scheme. We didn't have much growing up. Both of my parents worked jobs and didn't come home until sun down. My brother always stayed in trouble. At first, he wasn't that bad until he started messing with gangs."

"What did he go to jail for?"

"Drug trafficking and assault with a deadly weapon. He thought he could just make one deal and get rich. Ride off into the sunset and have enough money to send me to college and live like a royal prince."

Maria laughed, shaking her head.

"He was so naive. He never stopped to think about a plan B in case everything went wrong. If you ask me, I think Charles was used by whoever set him up in that gang. It happened a few years ago. Before his arrest, he put me on a plane for Miami with all the spare cash he had at the time."

"So that's how you ended up down here?"

She nodded her head and softly smiled. Steven let out a sigh while considering her story to him. He had never once thought about how Maria had ended up from Baltimore all the way down to Florida. In his mind, he always figured she was a college student looking for a job that would give her good pay to keep with the cost of living at a university. The story with her brother may have had similarities with his own son, but Steven couldn't help but think of someone else in his life. A certain someone who was always obsessed with getting rich quick and living like a king. The name of that someone was one he didn't want to think about. Maria continued on, speaking back to him.

"Seeing the way you reacted last night over your son reminded me of my parents. They used to have similar outbursts over my brother. I've been there before, I know how it feels when you try so hard and you can't stop someone from doing bad things. I thought Charles would grow up, I was a fool to believe he could change."

"I failed my boy, Maria. My son growing up to be a punk."

"My mother and father both felt that way about my brother. I still can remember them crying during sleepless nights. They both used to talk about how they failed raising him. My father thought we were cursed with bad luck."

Shaking his head, Steven sighed before he replied back to her.

"I don't know where I failed Jacob, but I know I did. I'm glad you came with me now and we had this talk. I guess I can relate to how your parents must've felt."

"Yes, this is why I wanted to come with you tonight. Ever since I met you and Tony a few years ago, you've always been something like a guardian looking out for me. In many ways, you remind me of my father."

Her words were enough to force a smile to move across his face. Though Steven had been distraught over his feelings of failure towards his son, Maria at least helped make him feel somewhat better. For as long as she had been working in the club, he felt that he could trust her over time. The feeling became mutual as Maria herself had trusted Steven over Tony, knowing that he would be there for her and to ensure safety at all times. The wind blew once more, raking Maria's long blonde hair across her face. She used her hand to sway it away from her view, looking back at Steven as he patted her on the shoulder.

"Thank you, I appreciate that. I'm glad you came along with me and we could have this conversation. Come on, we should get back to the club and enjoy our night."

"Yeah, let's get back there. I think I wouldn't mind listening to some loud dance music about now."

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1 DAY LATER

The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, casting it's rays of sunlight as usual with not a single cloud among the blue atmosphere. The parking lot to Disco Fever only contained three vehicles that were commonly seen on a daily basis. During the afternoon, the club doors remained open but the bar and dance floor were unoccupied. It was the time of day when the janitors did required routine maintenance to clean the club and when the managers were upstairs behind that white door with the gold knob in the V.I.P. halls. Today marked a special day for a meeting as Ramón pulled up his DeLorean car opposite side of where Steven's metallic blue Cadillac sat alone. Carlos grinned to himself when he learned that Steven would be inside the club for today's event. Though it took some effort to talk him into choosing this place for a meeting, Carlos feared nothing at this point. He had Vida to thank for giving him the confidence to give Steven a headache today.

A few minutes after the DeLorean's engine stopped in parking, another car pulled through the parking lot and moved into a stationary position. It was a black Lincoln car, pulling up in the corner where the large Disco Fever sign stood in the day time without any of it's neon lights activated. Miguel Salazar stepped out of his car wearing a blue suit with a white collared shirt underneath. His eyes were shielded by a pair of sunglasses that he slipped off while stepping towards the front doors of the club. In front of him, both Ramón and Carlos entered the club. Carlos wore a black pinstripe suit with a white undershirt. The first few buttons were undone to reveal his gold chains. Ramón decided to wear an almost matching white pinstripe suit but with a pink shirt beneath the buttoned up jacket. With no security outside, they entered the club without any cause of concern.

Upstairs beyond the white door leading to the V.I.P. halls, Steven sat in his office behind his desk. He had arrived at the club only a few hours ago and had yet to leave for his lunch break. Sean was down the hall in the lounge room enjoying a drink while Maria was outside the V.I.P. halls. Steven had given up his attempts to have Jennifer call him back, deciding that it was best to leave that failure behind and move on. Under his white blazer jacket, he wore a light blue shirt and the same white matching pants as usual. Over his desk, there was a bit of paper work involving the recent earnings of the club. Steven took the time to concentrate on reading over the numbers, just as long as he could keep Jennifer Lopez out of his mind. With 2 PM fast approaching over the clock, Steven glanced down at his gold watch to see that it was soon time for lunch break. Before he could rise up from his chair, a frantic knock was heard outside the closed door. Steven raised himself up and called out.

"Yes!?"

"Steven!"

The door came swinging open as Maria stepped through. A frightened look across her face had instantly alerted him that something was clearly wrong. She spoke directly to him.

"Three guys came in here and they're sitting down at a table off in the corner. I didn't know who they were until I had a look. It's Carlos and Ramón. I don't know who the other guy is. They've been here for about ten or fifteen minutes, I didn't know they were here until now."

Steven's eyes suddenly became enlarged as he began to step away from the desk.

"Carlos is here? Are you sure?"

Maria nodded her head while he moved to the doorway of his office. This was a most unexpected turn of events. Steven thought to himself while taking a deep breath. Simply thinking about Carlos was enough to make his blood begin boiling. After a moment, he looked back at Maria after making his mind up.

"Get Sean and the security guys we have down the hall. I'm gonna handle this, but I want them down there with me just in case."

"Alright, I'm on it!"

She ran off, her heels stomping loudly over the floor. It had been over a year since Steven was last face to face with his cousin Carlos. The memories of that night in the Berserker club rang through his mind. He had left Carlos bloody and bruised after a beating in the bathroom. Never did he think Carlos would gain the courage to show his face around here again after the beating Steven had given him. It didn't matter to him that they were cousins. While Tony may have been one to forgive and look out for family, Steven didn't share the same beliefs as his older brother. Carlos was a fuck up, one who would've been better off rotting in a jail cell if not for Tony's generosity. Steven didn't care that this was a family member to him. Family wasn't about blood lines, at least not to him. The thought of seeing Ramón again was completely forgotten in Steven's brooding anger for Carlos.

After opening the white door, Steven stomped up the rail of the club and glanced down. Sure enough, Maria had given him correct information. He was quick to identify Carlos, Ramón and a mystery man all seated together having some sort of discussion. The security guards had not made their exit from the door yet, but Steven wasn't afraid of facing Carlos by himself. While making his way down the staircase, he questioned this appearance to himself. Why would Carlos come back here? It wasn't something he planned to ask him in the following moments, as all Steven wanted was to cleanse this scum from the walls of his club. As he drew closer towards the table, Steven had caught eye of Ramón glancing over to him with a surprised look. This was the first time in almost a year since Steven had seen Ramón, but his eyes weren't focused on the cousin he held dear. Ramón was seated in the middle of the table while Carlos and the mystery man were to the left and right side. When Steven stopped, Carlos finally glanced over his way and flashed a sinister grin towards his older cousin.

"Oh hey, Steven. Long time no see, huh?"

Carlos laughed after speaking. He then turned his head to look at the other man and spoke again.

"Miguel, this is my cousin Steven Diaz. You ever heard of him before? He used to be big time, that's what people say."

Ignoring the other man's eyes looking at him, Steven fixed his view solely on Carlos' face as he glared at him. Only now did he witness the scar across one side of his face from that night in the club when he had beaten him. Across at the table, Ramón sat with a mixed look of nervousness and fear across his face. Steven spoke directly to Carlos.

"I'm not here for a social chat. You've got one minute to get your sorry ass up and get outta my fucking club or-"

"Or what?"

Carlos grinned after cutting Steven off in speech. Such an act had made Steven become more enraged as he wanted to grab Carlos and start beating him senseless at this very second. Ramón swallowed his breath and finally spoke out, trying to calm the situation.

"Hey, hey! Can you guys stop, please? I...I don't think we should be hurting each other. Steven, it's so good to see you. It's been a long time, I've missed talking with you."

Despite hearing his other cousin's voice, Steven didn't look away from Carlos as he starred at him. He was waiting on Carlos to make a move that would justify a violent reaction towards his scum bag of a cousin. In the distance, Sean came hurrying down the set of stairs with two bodyguards behind him. Miguel Salazar noticed the company following and spoke up, trying to avoid a conflict under peaceful measures.

"Gentlemen, I think we'd be best to leave. We can discuss the rest of our arrangement outside."

Carlos glanced away from Steven and then spoke back to the other man.

"Yeah, I guess we should..."

Turning to glance at the other man, Steven nodded at him.

"Get the fuck outta my club."

Soon Sean approached the table, wearing his boxy double breasted grey jacket and matching pants with a blue shirt underneath. Carlos and Miguel got up, as Sean and the other two bodyguards simply pointed in direction.

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Soon Sean approached the table, wearing his boxy double breasted grey jacket and matching pants with a blue shirt underneath. Carlos and Miguel got up, as Sean and the other two bodyguards simply pointed in direction of the door for them to leave. Ramón remained seated at the table before getting up and approaching Steven while the other two men left the club. Getting up, Ramón patted Steven's shoulder and smiled at him.

"Hey hermano, it's been a long time."

Finally, Steven shifted his gaze back to Ramón. He offered him a smile and patted his shoulder in return.

"Hey, it's been a while. How are you holding up these days?"

"I'm doing alright. Look Steven, I didn't want Carlos to come here for his meeting. I didn't want us to meet again like this on bad terms."

The first thing Steven had noticed about Ramón was a drastic change in clothes. The suit and the gold jewelry was enough to tell him that he had taken an influence from his brother. This wasn't the same man he knew as his cousin from what seemed like a lifetime ago. Ramón had changed and it was obvious that he took influence from his brother Carlos.

"So, I take it you're running with Carlos now.This must have been some kind of deal or something, I assume."

Ramón sighed.

"Yeah, we're trying to make something happen with this guy. Carlos has a plan to get rich, ya know? We can run this city if we get a good leg through the door first."

Steven rolled his eyes while shaking his head. Words couldn't express how disappointed he was in his cousin over this. He always figured Ramón would be smarter than this, but apparently he wasn't. All those times he had warned him about Carlos, none of it mattered. He was now following his brother's foot steps and Steven feared it would be to an early grave.

"How many times did I tell you to watch yourself around Carlos? I know he's your brother, but he's still a fucking idiot. I gave up on him a long time ago when I realized he was never going to change his ways. Am I missing something here, Ramón? What made you want to follow him into this kind of business?"

"Steven, you don't understand! Carlos has nothing left now that he's pretty much shunned by you and Tony. That's my brother. I know he's a pain in the culo for you, but he's the only brother I'm ever going to have."

"That don't mean you have to help him be a fucking criminal. Come on, Ramón. You know this as well as I do. Remember that incident a few years ago with the car accident and the bag of coke that busted all over the place? Remember calling me to help you out with that? Come on, Carlos is the only person you know who would fuck up something like that. I don't buy that he's all of a sudden turned into some kinda mastermind deal negotiator."

Pausing for a moment, Steven glanced back into Ramón's eyes before giving him sound advice.

"If I were you, I'd be concerned about this guy. Whoever this man is who came to meet with you. Carlos is a sucker. It wouldn't be hard for someone to try and rip him off or better yet, another undercover cop to bust him like the last time he got thrown in jail."

Deep down, Ramón had wanted to tell Steven right now that it was Vida who had encouraged Carlos to meet at his club and start this whole confrontation. Despite these thoughts, he immediately forgot when Steven had mentioned Carlos' past. It was true, that the last time he had a major deal some years back, he was easy bait for a sting by two undercover cops who had lured him with ease. Ramón already had doubts about Miguel Salazar as a business man, going back to the meeting on Carlos' birthday only days ago but it wasn't anything he could do about it. Carlos called the shots and Ramón had already tried to shake him on this. Taking in a deep breath, Ramón nodded to him.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that lately."

Giving a smile, Steven wrapped his arm around Ramón's shoulder as he walked him to the door. He continued speaking.

"Your brother is a fuck up, I'm sorry if that offends you but it's the truth. I would just hate for something bad to happen to you because of him."

"Yeah, I know what you mean but don't worry about me. I know how to look out for myself."

Standing at the doorway to the entrance, Steven turned and nodded at Ramón.

"I hope you're right about that."

"I am, don't worry. The next time we see each other, Carlos won't be here to ruin it. We can have drinks like old times, just you and me."

Before stepping out of the door, Ramón turned to give Steven one last smile. This wasn't the reunion between the two that either of them had hoped for. Steven felt as if he were truly witnessing what was a shell of a former man. From his fashion appearance alone all the way to blindly following his brother, Ramón was not the same man that Steven had once known. He turned around, moving back around the club where Sean was waiting by the staircase. Steven pointed at him and spoke.

"Hey, I think I'm ready to go for a lunch break. You wanna come along with me?"

"Sure, man. A little fresh air might ease the tensions after that whole event."

For such a short amount of time working alongside Steven, Sean was quick to learn that his friend had quite the large lifestyle of mystery and drama. Apart from his sudden break up with Jennifer Lopez and now this confrontation with someone in the club he had to be thrown out, Sean was eager to learn more about Steven. He found this man and his life far more interesting than his previous job working alongside the Kardashian women for security.  While the Kardashians definitely had their share of drama and dirt under the rug, Sean never felt he could relate to their world since he had not grown up in a life of luxury. Something had told him that Steven lived a similar upbringing as him since they could see eye to eye on many things. He wanted to wait until they were back in the Cadillac, riding through the streets before bringing up any personal questions. A few minutes later, Steven had decided on going to a fast food restaurant for lunch. Once they were together in the car, Sean watched the road and finally began to speak about the incident.

"You know something, Steven? You've got more stuff going on in your life than I would've expected."

"What do you mean by that?"

Steven replied while turning the steering wheel of the car and moving through traffic. Sean chuckled and continued.

"It's not every day you meet someone who gets to date a famous woman like Jennifer Lopez. Not to mention your problems with your kid and today's events with those guys in the club today. It seems life is a journey for you every day."

"Two of those guys were my cousins. Carlos was the one in black, Ramón was the one in the white suit. We used to be close."

"Used to be close?"

Nodding, Steven continued on speaking.

"Yeah, a long time ago. Carlos is a Class-A fucking moron, let's just put it that way. I liked Ramón, I used to look out for him back in the day. Up until now, I always considered Ramón to be smart. Carlos was always a hustler with some dream of grandeur. I used to be in that lifestyle too when I was young, but I got out. Carlos thinks he's something."

"How did he get that scar on his face?"

Steven turned his head to look at Sean momentarily while answering him back.

"I did that. I put his face through a mirror sometime ago and it left that big scar on his face."

With eyes focused on the road again, Steven took a deep breath before continuing on.

"I just hope I don't end up living to regret not putting him in the ground when I should've a long time ago."

He gripped the steering wheel as Steven had expected Sean to say something, but silence had fallen through out the vehicle. It was something that he thought about often, where Tony had given Carlos so many second chances. If there was anything Steven feared at this point, it was to see Carlos end up driving someone he cared about into an early grave. Of course, in Steven's mind he felt all of this could've been avoided by Tony not using a good attorney to get Carlos a lighter sentence back when he was busted by those two undercover cops. Perhaps he would still be sitting in a prison cell had it not been for Tony's stubborn ways of looking out for family. Steven didn't care if he was related to Carlos. That didn't make it right for all of the trouble Carlos' had brought along with him.

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8 HOURS LATER

Through the darkness of the night, the bright neon sign to Disco Fever lit up along with an array of lights to cars that pulled in and out of the parking lot. The mad house inside the club was just another night in Miami. Soon the midnight hours would be approaching and the DJ working the dance floor would be dropping his encore suite of songs. The loud atmosphere inside the club was especially felt for a special woman as she stepped through the doors and made her way to the staircase leading to the upper level of the club. A pair of big black heels were slipped over her feet, offering a subtle reflecting of the flashing lights above when she stepped up the first few steps and began to make her way up. This was a special call to see an old friend. A tight fitting pink dress hugged over every curve of her body while the front revealed her busty cleavage with the straps hanging over her shoulders. Once she reached the top of the stairs, the woman walked over to Maria and smiled. The time had come to go pay Steven Diaz a visit. Maria took out her cellphone and placed a short call, knowing that he was upstairs beyond the door to his office.

"Yes?"

When Steven answered the phone, Maria giggled.

"You've got a special guest coming up to see you. I can't tell you who, just consider this a surprise."

She hung up the phone before opening the door to allow the woman an entrance to the V.I.P. halls. Steven hung up the phone and got up from his desk. Over the chair, he had removed his white blazer jacket and hung it there. Down the hall, he could hear what sounded to be high heels clicking and clacking. He opened the door to his office and was greeted seconds later to a familiar smiling face.

"Hello there, Steven Diaz. It's been a long time."

The smoldering southern accent belonged to a woman named Jennifer, but not the one Steven was often thinking of. It was Jennifer Love Hewitt here for a reunion that surprised Steven even more so than the events that had unfolded earlier today.

"Long time no see, Jennifer. It's great to see you again, you look wonderful."

"Thank you, dear."

She stepped through the doorway and kissed him over his left cheek, just to watch his face flush in a red hue as the man blushed. Steven watched as Jennifer walked around his desk, almost as if she were glancing around to find a noticeable change in how his office had last appeared when they first met.

"So, what brings you back to my club? It's been a long time since I last seen you."

He walked around to shut the door as she turned and smiled at him before responding back.

"Well, I've been coming to this club every time I'm in Miami hoping to see you again. You're never here."

"Really?"

"Yes, I came by four times last year. Each time, that blonde girl outside told me you weren't here. One time she said that you were out on vacation in Las Vegas."

Steven laughed. It seemed like a coincidence to him, but he was willing to buy into Jennifer's claims. He was just happy to hear from someone like her again. She continued on speaking.

"Last time I was here, we exchanged phone numbers. Maria called me today and said you could use some company, so I figured since I'm in Miami right now, I'd come on over and see you."

"Oh, really?"

Like before, Jennifer smiled and nodded at him. Steven let out a sigh of relief before returning a small grin. Now he realized just what Maria had done for him. It seemed she wanted to take his mind off one Jennifer in favor of another one. Now he had to question her out of curiosity of her own marriage.

"So, last I saw of you in any media coverage, you were married with two kids. What's a married woman like you poking around with a man like me."

Jennifer let out a sigh.

"I...I'm probably going to be getting divorced soon. I'd rather not talk about it. We've been passing each other on the down side of our marriage. It's been going on for about three years now. I'm looking to move on, you know?"

"And what makes you consider me for a man you'd like move on with? I thought we just had a one night stand together."

She slowly approached him, watching his eyes shift from her face down to her heavy cleavage that almost pushed up against his chest. Jennifer replied in a low, almost seductive tone of voice.

"You seem like the kind of man who enjoys the same fun that I like to have. I need a man like that if I'm gonna get back into Hollywood, you know?"

Without saying another word, she pushed her pink lips to his for a soft kiss. As the kiss deepened, Jennifer threw her arms around Steven's body and pushed her busty chest up against him. He responded by kissing her passionately and running his hands behind her to squeeze that wonderful tight ass hugging over her dress. When their lips finally pulled apart, Jennifer stepped back as Steven could only gaze back at her beautiful figure with his hands removed from her body. Jennifer licked her lips before speaking.

"Let's cut to the chase, Steven. I didn't come here to drink and I know you ain't about to say no to a chance with me again."

Giving him a smirk, she decided to tease him about the other man. Jennifer wanted to see Steven's reaction if she mentioned his cousin since he had also been involved with their short love affair.

"I didn't see your cousin when I walked in the club tonight, so I hope-"

"No! He isn't going to be with us this time!"

She cracked up laughing in that cute southern accent she carried with her tone.

"Mmmmm, good. I like a man who don't take kindly towards competition."

Jennifer winked before stepping away from him. Her heels clicked loudly over the floor as she moved to his desk. All Steven could do was stand there and observe her every action. She had her own card to play here while all Steven could do was watch and try to predict where her actions would take them for the night. Over his desk, she found a few pennies of loose change that he had kept in a small container. Jennifer opened it to retrieve one of the pennies and then glanced back at him as Steven stepped over towards his desk. Her big brown eyes glared back at him as she bit down on her bottom lip.

"How about we have a coin toss to decide things? That's how we did it last time, remember?"

Steven laughed.

"You've got a good memory, babe. I'm quite impressed."

"I'm calling heads just like last time. If it's heads, we go back to my place. If it's tails, we'll do it right here if your office. That's if you still have that cute little sign to hang on the back of the door."

"Don't worry, it's back there."

After he spoke, Jennifer went on to flip the penny with her left hand. She tossed it up so she could quickly catch it within her own palm. After seeing the results, she smirked and placed the penny back on his desk.

"Well, it's tails. Looks like you win."

He walked around her and smiled before grabbing that old 'Do Not Disturb' sign. It felt like a lifetime had passed since Steven had last placed it around the back knob of the office door. Jennifer ran her left hand through her hair before pulling one of the straps of her dress down while he opened the door to hang the sign in it's rightful place. With the door closed once more, the time had come to heat up his office for old time sake. While thinking back to the last time Jennifer Love Hewitt in his office, Steven couldn't help but smile to himself when reminiscing over that phone call she received while playing with his cock.

"Let's hope that no one calls your phone this time when you're down on your knees."

Jennifer gasped before giggling.

"Why you think I didn't bring my purse in the club with me? No one is going to be calling to disturb us this time."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that."

Steven stepped forward to Jennifer and kissed her lips once more. While their tongues pushed along one another's, he moved his hand to brush off the other strap of her beautiful pink dress. As it came off, Jennifer shoved her dress down far enough for her to step out of it. The kiss broke as he moved his lips down to her neck and then she softly cooed while feeling his warm lips extending up to her right cheek. She stood before him wearing nothing but a black bra and thong. Once their kiss had broke, Steven stepped back and watched her eyes glance up at him as she reached behind her back to undo her bra. Her heavy breasts fell free as she snatched the bra away and dropped it to the floor. Steven wasted no time planting his hands over the smooth skin of her tits, squeezing them softly.

"Mmmmmmmm, yeah...You like mah tits, don't ya?"

Her sweet southern accent slurred her speech a bit. Steven's hands smashed over her breasts while Jennifer tugged her thong down to reveal her dripping entry. The only piece of clothing remaining over her body was her black high heels that she had no plans of taking off. His eyes remained locked over her famous tits, still squeezing them with his hands. Jennifer moaned once more before kissing his lips softly. The office was large enough to contain them, as Steven had a history of committing such lustful acts in his private space. Memories were still bouncing around through his mind of the last time he and Jennifer were alone together in his office. She pointed over to one of the chairs next to the coffee table in his office. The couch was across from it, sitting up against the right side wall. Steven followed her silent gesture and sat down in the chair.

"Sit right there for me, baby. I need to get your pants off."

Jennifer was in control now for the time being. Her eyes gazed into his face so he could see her sultry smile before she dropped down to her knees. Her hands ran up the front of his white pants as she didn't waste any time unbuttoning them and tugging them down. Steven didn't worry about his shirt remaining over his torso. He rolled the bottom ends of his shirt up a bit as Jennifer shoved his underwear down to allow his hardening cock to flop freely from it's clothed cage. The voluptuous southern brunette licked her lips while placing her hands to wrap around his swelling meat pole. Jennifer gazed up into his eyes to tease him with sweet, naughty words in her strong southern accent.

"Such a big, fuckin' beautiful cock. Mmmmmmmmm..."

Leaning her head forward, she kissed the head and spoke once more.

"You just sit back and watch me. You're gonna love this."

What other choice did he have in this matter? Steven grinned as he watched Jennifer push her right hand down to the base of his cock and plant her lips over the head. Her left hand found a new position down below, cupping his balls and rubbing them against her palm. Her lips pushed down, sending the first few inches of his long rod between her jaws. Jennifer let out a muffled moan as she began to suck his cock, bobbing her head up and down. Steven couldn't prevent himself from moaning aloud.

"Ohhhhhh, baby..."

It seemed funny in his mind to go from one Jennifer now to another. Steven was no longer thinking about the lover he had lost, as a different Jennifer was sitting on her knees in front of him. Relaxing in the chair, he watched as Jennifer Love Hewitt pumped her lips up and down his shaft, all while her left hand was massaging his ball sack. She continued to bob her head up and down only to stop and release his cock with a loud popping noise. Jennifer took a deep breath before spitting on his dick. With both of her hands, she raised them and gripped his cock upside down. Her eyes shot back up to his face as she lowered her mouth down to suck on his nuts. Jennifer wanted to glance up into his eyes while her mouth began to slobber over his balls while pumping her hands up and down his cock. It was all about the reaction from him that she wanted to see.



"Ohhhhhh, fuck! You know how to tease me, Jennifer."

Steven spoke the first words that immediately had popped into his mind. Jennifer refused to move her big brown eyes from his face, all while he sat back and listened to the slobbering and sucking sounds that her mouth produced with drooling over his nuts. Her hands were still pumping his shaft back and worth, wanking him while she slobbered on his balls. Pushing her lips together over his hairy nut sack, Jennifer kissed it before she came to a stop and brought her lips back to his shaft. She moved her hands down to the base, taking the head back between her lips as she began to suck on it once more. Steven brought his right hand down to the back of her head, softly caressing her dark locks of hair while Jennifer bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She eventually came to a stop and slowly brought her lips back to the head. Letting go of his cock, Jennifer moved her hands down to her big breasts, holding them up. Her lips released his cock with a loud popping sound and then she brought her breasts up, quickly trapping his cock between them. Gazing back up into his eyes, she smiled and spoke to him in her low seductive tone of voice.

"Mmmmmmm, is this what you wanted, baby? To feel my big titties wrapped that fuckin' cock?"

"Fuck yes, baby!"



She had him right where she had wanted him. Steven could only moan as his long shaft was squeezed between her big breasts. Jennifer glanced down at the head of his cock and flicked her tongue around it before she moved to position her hands folding beneath her nipples. Her tits smashed against his cock harder as Jennifer began to pump them up and down, fucking his cock at a steady pace. Steven groaned as he called out to her.

"Just like that, ohhhh fuck! Up and down, baby! Up and down, work it!"

This was a pleasure that he enjoyed more than most. The feeling of his long cock smashed between a good pair of big breasts was always enough to make Steven cry out in pleasure. This time, Jennifer wouldn't have to worry about a cellphone ringing to distract them. All of her focus was locked on him as she gritted her teeth and gazed up into his eyes while pumping her natural boobs up and down. Steven watched as the head of his rod poked up with each thrust she sent down. When she picked up the pace and began to move them faster, he realized he wouldn't have much time before blowing his load.

"Fuck, FUCK! You're gonna end up making me cum, Jennifer!"

Suddenly, Jennifer came to a stop. She didn't want to make him cum this fast, as she still wanted him to pound her from behind. After coming to a halt, she let go of her tits and grabbed his cock. She leaned down and kissed the head before moving up from her knees.

"Not yet! I need you to fuck me from real good before you end up cummin'."

Steven could hear a sense of worry within her words. He got up from the chair, stepping out of his pants and underwear that were now nothing more than a pile of discarded clothes on the floor. Jennifer stepped away from him, moving to an open area among the office where she bent over and moved down to her knees. Knowing that his eyes were watching her, she took the time to tease him by shaking her thick ass.



She moved it to the left before shaking it back and forth, forcing her thick cheeks to clap together. Steven smirked as he caught sight of her glancing beyond her right shoulder to look up at him.

"You missed this ass, Steven? Don't lie to me."

"What makes you think I'd lie?"

With a smirk on her face, she reached her left hand back and playfully spanked one of her thick cheeks. Steven stood there, watching the ripple move through her firm skin as he got into position directly behind her.

"So, I guess you want me to fuck this fine ass first, huh?"

Looking back behind her shoulder, Jennifer smirked at him before winking. Gripping his cock with his right hand, he used his left hand to pull her thick cheeks apart. Jennifer bit down on her lower lip when she felt his meaty shaft pushing through the crack of her ass. When Steven discovered her dark little hole, she let out a long moan while feeling him push inside.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, yeah...That's it, right there. Get that big fuckin' dick in my ass."

The tightness of her back door hole had caused Steven to groan as he made the first thrust into her. He raised his left hand back before sending it down to spank her ass.

SPANK!

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah!!"

Jennifer swallowed her breath after calling out in excitement to feel his palm crashing down over her firm buttocks. Her hands and knees were pushed down over the cold floor while she could hear the loud bass booming from the music back in the club. Steven groaned as he began to thrust his cock forward, feeling the tightness of her ass with each inch he sent into her. Jennifer closed her eyes as she began to pant, feeling his rod ram into her once Steven had found a steady rhythm with bucking his hips. He raised his left hand up once more before bringing it back down for another hard spank.

SPANK!

"Ohhhhh!"

Her eyes shot open at the feeling his hand bringing down a smack across her ass. Jennifer's big breasts began to bounce from underneath her while her hair was moving with each hard thrust he sent into her ass. Steven groaned, as he had now found his pace of movements. Over and over, he slammed his hard cock into her thick ass. Jennifer couldn't control herself any longer as she felt her big breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust he pounded into her ass. She wanted to reach up with her right hand and play with her clit so badly now. Her thick southern accent slurred her speech.

"Ohhhh yeah, OHHHHHHHH GAWD!! GAWD, YESSSSS!! FUCK MAH ASS, JUST LIKE DAT!! YEAH, OHHHH GAWD!!!"

It was amazing for Steven to hear her words slur from her sexy accent. Steven grunted, still pounding his cock into her ass over and over. He didn't want to stop, even if it came as a result of him blowing his load within her.

"FUCK MAH ASS, OHHHHHH GOD!! OHHHHHHH, YEAH!!!"

Unable to hold herself back any longer, Jennifer cried out in pleasure while taking her right hand and moving it between her thighs to find her dripping wet twat. With each thrust Steven sent into her, his slobbery balls smacked over the undersides of her ass cheeks. Jennifer closed her eyes, moaning louder while she dug her middle and ring finger into her pussy. No matter how much she enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock pounding her ass, Jennifer desperately needed it in her other hole.

"OHHHHH, GAWD! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME!! I WANT DAT BIG FUCKIN' DICK IN MY CUNT, STEVEN!!!"

Coming a stop, Steven groaned while pulling his shaft out from her dark little hole. He reached up with his left hand, grabbing her hair as he pulled her up from the floor.

"Come on, baby! Let's go over here!"

Jennifer moaned and bit down on her lower lip while feeling his hand in her hair. Her heels stomped over the floor as Steven moved her over to the coffee table. She turned around as he let go of her brunette locks of hair. As she faced him, Jennifer bit down on her lower lip while falling to her back over the table. Steven wasted no time moving between her legs. She arched up her left leg to dangle her heel over his shoulder while her right leg spread out to wrap around him. Guiding his cock into her entry, Steven glanced down to gaze at Jennifer's lovely body as he made the first thrust inside of her.

"Oh mah gawd, yes! Come on and fuck me! I don't wanna have to wait any longer, fuck me Steven!"

Like before, her southern accent came out strong in a desperate cry of pleasure. Steven moved his hands down  over the sides of the small coffee table, forcing her left leg to bend as it was still mounted up over his shoulder. Jennifer placed her hands over her breasts, squeezing them as she felt his cock pumping into her pussy. Not a word was spoken between them as all they did was listen to each other's moans and heavy breathing, all while loud bass of the music downstairs could be heard within the room. Her eyes never left his while feeling every inch of his cock pumping inside of her. Jennifer moaned to him.

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! That's it, that's it! Fuck me, Steven! FUCK ME!!"

When her voice raised, Steven couldn't himself back as he began to buck his hips faster and harder. Jennifer's breasts shook within the grasp of her hands. She panted louder, her voice elevating with each passing second as she screamed to him.

"OHHHHH, YES! YESSS, YESSSSSS!! FUCK ME, STEVEN! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!!!"

Steven groaned, gritting his teeth as he had to silently remind himself not to blow his load within her. As he gazed back down at her pretty face, the thought had crossed his mind about covering her in his warm seed. Jennifer moved her hands away from her breasts, now allowing him to witness them in all their glory bouncing around with each hard thrust he sent into her. The small coffee table wobbled, moving a bit from the floor while Jennifer closed her eyes and began to scream once more.

"OH MAH GAWD, I'M GONNA CUM! I'M CUMMIN', STEVEN! OHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"

He slowed down once he felt the warmth of her juices beginning to flood his cock from within. Steven groaned, dropping his lower lip but his moans were cut off by Jennifer's loud screaming as she had reached her climax thoroughly. He moved her leg from his shoulder, stepping back so he could pull his cock out from her cunt before he ended up blowing his load inside of her. Excess juices dripped from Jennifer's clit, falling to the floor that would make a stain in his office. She opened her eyes and leaned up on the table only to see him stroking his cock. Jennifer knew he was ready now.

"Are you gonna cum for me now, Steven?"

"FUCK YES! Get over here, baby!"

Reaching up, he grabbed her by the hair as Jennifer smirked at him and raised herself up from the table. She knew that he was about to make a mess for her. It was only a question of where exactly his seed was going to splash over her skin.

"Where do you wanna cum on me, baby? My tits or my face?"

"Your face! Get down on the floor for me!"

Jennifer could hear the excitement in his voice over the possibility to give her another facial. This time however, he wouldn't have his cousin alongside him. They had given her quite the crossfire of cum when they had their threesome back in the day, only this time it was just her and Steven. He moved his hand to the back of her hair so he could properly hold her head in place while stroking his fat cock. She closed her eyes, moving her hands over her breasts to squeeze them in an attempt to tease him. Jennifer licked her lips and called out to him.

"Give it to me! Give me all yer fuckin' cum!!"

Her southern accent had given her words yet another slur, sounding off as music to Steven's ears. As the time had finally come while wanking his cock back and forth, Steven grunted as his meat pole began to finally explode.

"OHHHHHH, FUCK!"

Letting out a grunt, he moaned while a thick string of cum went flying out of his cock and over Jennifer's beautiful face. The first wave splattered over her forehead. Steven lifted her head up, pulling her hair. He cried out as another thick string of his seed slathered over her closed right eyelid. Jennifer licked her lips, just as she felt another wad of cum go over her left eye lid and trickle down. She moaned when she felt another string of his cum going across her face, creating a mess that extended over her neck.

"Ohhhhhh, god! Jennifer!!"

Steven's words cried out his words, still stroking his cock as he managed to squeeze out yet another thick string of gooey white semen to splash across her beautiful face. By now strands of his cum were dripping from her face and going down her neck. He let go of her hair and took a step back, admiring the mess he had created over her face. While Steven attempted to catch his breath, Jennifer sat on her knees and raised up her left hand index finger to scoop up a trail of cum she felt dripping down her neck. Steven stood there and watched her part her lips to feed the cum-covered finger into her lips and suck it off. He had made a mess out of her face that she would have to clean up before leaving the club. Was this only a one night stand or something more to come? Steven wasn't sure, but he had a feeling that she would come around again, if she were sincere about her words regarding a divorce. Only time would tell for the both of them.

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1 DAY LATER

The hot afternoon sun was shielded away the eyes of Carlos and Ramón. The two brothers sat together in the front seats of Ramón's DeLorean car. Carlos was the one driving, all while Ramón sat nervously in the passenger seat. Behind them on the road was a black Mercedes Benz car, following them to the meet up where they would exchange their deal with Miguel Salazar. Before Steven had busted their meeting in Disco Fever, they had agreed to an exchange in money for drugs. The vehicle behind them carried three bodyguards, all armed with sub machine guns. They were to serve as back up in case the deal went wrong. Both vehicles were on route to an abandoned warehouse on the east side of Midtown through Edgewater. Carlos had scoped the place out in the past and believed it to be a proper location for a big drug deal. The warehouse was decrepit and falling apart.

In the years passing, Carlos was familiar with the layout of the large warehouse, for he had spent time hiding there in the past. The main room was large enough for an open exchange, but the office part was a different story. It was something of a miniature labyrinth with destroyed walls and what he knew was a clear route of an escape in case anything were to go wrong. Carlos had stressed to Ramón that they would be covered by the building alone, despite how nervous his brother was. After the meeting at Disco Fever, Ramón was beginning to have second thoughts after his face to face conversation with Steven. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was up with Salazar. It was a hunch that Ramón had first felt back during the first meeting on Carlos' birthday. After voicing his concerns to Carlos, the two brothers had found themselves in a bitter argument yesterday.

Carlos believed that whatever Steven had told Ramón, it was to set them up. Such a wild accusation had floored Ramón. No matter what Ramón tried to say, Carlos simply wasn't hearing it. He refused to listen, as he had made his mind up from the start that if anything were to go wrong, he already had Steven pegged for the blame. He insisted that if Salazar turned out to be an undercover cop, then this must some how be Steven's doing. Ramón wondered if it was Vida influencing him further on this, since she was the one who suggested and talked him into scheduling the meeting yesterday at Disco Fever. Whatever the case, he had come to realize that Vida was playing her own game for revenge on Steven. For what exactly, Ramón was unsure but somewhere down the line there had come bad blood between the two former lovers.

Through their arguments, Carlos had promised to Ramón once this was over, they wouldn't have to see Salazar ever again. They make their exchange, count the money and then they were home free. When the DeLorean pulled down the street leading to the warehouse, Ramón took a deep breath. Underneath his blue pinstriped jacket, he wore a white shirt visible beyond the buttons. Over his neck, he wore one of his favorite cross necklaces to go with the other bits of gold jewelry. Carlos wore a beige colored suit with matching white pants and a light purple collared shirt underneath the jacket. He slowed down the car as they approached the old warehouse, noticing that they weren't the first ones to come. The black Lincoln car that Miguel Salazar had driven to the club yesterday was visible beyond the gates to the warehouse. Ramón's eyes glanced over the rusted black metal of the steel building while Carlos parked the car. Ramón spoke up while his eyes continued to observe the building.

"Looks like someone got here first."

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Carlos spoke while shutting the engine of the car off. He watched the other car park behind them through the rear view mirror connected to the door.

"Yeah, I'm sure he isn't waiting for us all alone in there by himself."

"Even if he is, he'd be a fucking idiot to try something stupid."

After speaking his words, Carlos reached over Ramón's side of the car over the passenger's side to push open the glove department of the car. He pulled out the MAC-10 sub-machine gun that he had hidden within his brother's car. Ramón watched Carlos dig into the inner pocket of his jacket for a clip to the gun. A rubber band holding a second clip was wrapped around it, put in place for easy access with reloading. Carlos shoved the clip into the gun.

CL-CLICK!

With it properly locked in, he pushed the gun into the inner pocket of his jacket. It was positioned for easy access in case he needed to use the gun.

"Come on, let's do this."

The doors opened upward and the bright sun shined down below among both of them as they moved to exit the vehicle. Ramón swallowed his breath as he watched Carlos' henchmen get out of their car, ready for this deal. All of them wore casual clothes. One of them was dressed in a white track suit, another in jeans and a pink shirt and the final one was wearing a purple sweater over a pair of white pants. All of them were armed with the same Uzi style submachine gun that Carlos was carrying in his jacket. For his part in the exchange, Ramón was unarmed and had to carry the bag containing the ten kilos of cocaine. He went into the black Mercedes car to retrieve the duffel bag. Once he had it in his hands, he returned to Carlos and nodded at him. The men were ready to enter the warehouse with Carlos and Ramón leading the way. The front door was left unlocked, giving the sign that Salazar was waiting inside.

Upon entering the warehouse, a musky smell filled the air. This place had not been of proper use for some time, as the place was clearly abandoned and had been home to vandalism with a showcase of broken glass and and smashed beer bottles over the cement floor surface. The door had led them into the main area of the warehouse, away from the office section that was over to the left side. Carlos appeared confident as ever, but Ramón couldn't shake his nervous thoughts as he looked forward and could see the man himself waiting alone. This didn't seem right to him whatsoever. A drug dealer who had traveled all the way from the Bahamas was here to make an exchange with no back up? Something wasn't right at all. He had a hunch that something bad was about to go down but regardless his feelings, there was little Ramón could do about it. They approached Miguel Salazar who sat on the other side of the room wearing a grey colored suit with a blue shirt underneath. The man got up from his chair, offering a smile as he approached Carlos and Ramón.

"Ahhh, gentleman. It's good to see you again!"

Across Miguel's face, he grinned with his teeth. Ramón feared that the man could read his blank stare as one of nervousness, all while Carlos had the opposite emotion offering a smile in return. Behind Carlos and Ramón, the three bodyguards had spread out behind them, wielding their sub-machine guns in their hands in case the worst had come to pass. Miguel glanced down to see the duffel bag in Ramón's hands and spoke.

"I see you've brought the stuff."

"Yeah, and have you brought the cash?"

The man nodded at Carlos' question.

"Of course, I've got it sitting right over here."

Carlos and Ramón stood still, standing before him as they watched Miguel start walking backwards. His eyes never left theirs, as he seemed concerned that he was being set up since he was greatly outnumbered five to one. Once he had stepped back to the chair where he had been sitting, he bent over where he had set a black leather briefcase down on the floor. Undoing the metal locks on the sides, he leaned down and then glanced back up at Carlos while pulling one end of the briefcase up to reveal the money bundled together in stacks under rubber-bands.

"One hundred thousand in American dollars."

Shifting his eyes over to Ramón, Carlos nodded at him to give him the single as his turn to reveal what was in the bag. Ramón licked his lips and then unzipped the front of the bag. He put his hand inside to grab one of the bricks of cocaine and held it while Miguel raised himself back up from the floor.

"100% pure white dust. Ten keys in this bag, you wanna take a look?"

Miguel smiled upon nodding. The man clapped his hands together before walking over to Ramón who offered him the duffel bag. His eyes shifted down to see the contents inside the bag and then he smiled again while silently counting them.

"Ohhhhh, very nice. You are both men of your word, I like that."

"So, you happy with it?"

Carlos spoke up while Ramón stood there studying Miguel's reactions. The man smiled back and nodded at him.

"Yes, I think I'm very happy. It's a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Diaz. The money is all yours in the briefcase."

"Alright, then the candy's all yours."

Nothing seemed to be bothering Carlos whatsoever. He stepped around from Miguel and went to retrieve the briefcase that was sitting on the floor near the chair, all while Miguel began to zip up the duffel bag while facing Ramón. Something still wasn't quite right in Ramón's mind. How could they reach an agreement so quickly? He expected the man to want to test his product, but Miguel did nothing of the sort. The bad feeling he had was still at the front of his mind. Suddenly, loud noises were heard outside the warehouse. Two of the henchmen turned around when the warehouse door was kicked open.

"FREEEEEZE!! MIAMI VICE!! DON'T MOVE!!"

Three men came rushing through the door as Carlos stood there in complete shock. Ramón's heart dropped as he realized all along that his hunch was correct. This was indeed a set up, a drug bust never the less. Everything now made sense. Salazar was an undercover cop. The answer as to why he had no back up inside the warehouse and didn't even bother to test one of the keys of coke. His backup was waiting outside and now they were storming the building for a drug bust. Ramón let out a sigh as his heart began to race. All along, he was right about this man, as was Steven when he warned him yesterday. Miguel dropped the bag of coke and raised his hands up. Carlos was behind him, seething in rage. He reached for the MAC-10 machine gun within his jacket and moved forward as he seen what was now five cops storming the building. All of them appeared to be wearing police uniforms with bullet proof vests strapped over their torsos. Three of them held pistols while two of them were brandishing shotguns as they aimed forward at the henchmen.

"NOBODY MOVE! PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!!"

Carlos let out a sigh. He was busted again. One thing went through his mind, the feeling of going back to prison for what now would be a severe sentence for having ten kilos of pure cocaine in his hands. He wasn't going back. Not for this. If anything, he was ready to die before going back to prison and was ready to take anyone else with him in his final stand. The one person he wanted to kill more than anything right now was the man who set him up. Miguel Salazar had raised his hands and was playing along, but Carlos knew he had been set up. He stepped behind him, shoving the barrel of his MAC-10 machine gun to his back.

"You're a fucking cop!? You set me up!?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

With not enough time to think something through, Carlos quickly made a move to wrap his left hand around Miguel's neck while revealing the MAC-10 machine gun to the cops. His henchmen had yet to drop their guns, as this had turned into a stand off.

"PUT YOUR WEAPONS ON THE FLOOR RIGHT-FUCKING-NOW!!"

As one of the Vice cops yelled, Carlos pulled Miguel over him. The man cried out, moving his hands over to Carlos' wrist as he was dragged forward as a hostage. Carlos used his other hand wielding the gun to push the end of the barrel directly to Miguel's temple as he screamed to the cops.

"Fuck you! FUCK ALL OF YOU!! Put YOUR guns down or I'll kill your fucking man right here!"

Now it seemed the tables had turned and this bust had become a hostage situation with Carlos calling the shots. From the other end of the warehouse facing the entrance, he had the small cubicle of offices to his right side. It didn't seem the police had infiltrated the building to know the way around the little labyrinth like he did. If there was any chance to an escape, that was his one path. Through the office section led to a hole in the wall behind the building where he could jump into the water. He had to hope the cops had not called in the coast guard for help.

"You're gonna drop your fucking guns and let me go unless you want me to make a mess with this pendejo's fucking brains!"

After screaming more words, he glanced down at Miguel momentarily just to spit in his hair. The man whimpered as he realized there was nothing he could do as he was standing there was a hostage with a gun pointed to his head and Carlos using his body as a human shield. His strong words had given confidence to the henchmen still holding their sub machine guns. Only Ramón remained as the final man holding his hands up. He closed his eyes and said a small prayer, as he was now in fear that his brother was going to get them all killed in a needless shoot out over a deal they could've avoided. Why couldn't he just listen to him for once? It was a painful realization to know all of his fears over Salazar came true.

"Easy, easy there. Put the gun down and we can talk about this."

One of the cops holding a shotgun spoke to Carlos, trying to ease the situation but Carlos wasn't having it. He became more angry each passing second, preparing the moment he would unleash his rage.

"No! You wanna fuck with me!? Then, let's fucking do this!!"

He pointed his MAC-10 machine gun forward, recklessly aiming at one of the cops before pulling the trigger. By firing the gun, Carlos killed whatever small potential there was to settle this without blood shed. His bullets didn't hit anyone from across the warehouse, as the cops took cover ducking. The loudness of the machine gun was soon followed by the officers returning fire at the same time as his henchmen opened fire with their sub machine guns.

BLAM! ZZZZZZZZZZLICK! BLAM! BLAM! ZZZZ-ZZZ-ZZZLICK!"

As the guns went off, Ramón lowered his hands and ran forward to the left side of his view, trying to take cover behind what was a broken wooden desk. One of the henchmen moved in front of him and then was gunned down by one of the cops. As his body hit the floor, the cop in front of him opened fire with one of the shotguns.

BL-BLAM!

The shot was intended for one of the armed henchmen, but instead struck Ramón point blank into his stomach. The blow of the 12-gauge buck shot sent his body flying backwards as he gasped his breath and hit the floor. Carlos witnessed his brother go down as he stepped backwards beyond the broken door leading to the office section. Fearing that his brother was now dead, he raised his left leg and pushed Miguel Salazar forward as he let go of him and then aimed the MAC-10 gun at the back of his head before squeezing the trigger. With the loud sounds produced from the gun and blood flying, Miguel Salazar's lifeless body collapsed to his knees before falling over. Carlos took off beyond the office, quickly moving past the debris and hurrying to the exit he remembered behind the place. The gun shots had stopped as voices of the police could be heard inside the warehouse. They didn't seem to be giving chase to him or if they were, they were far behind.

Once Carlos reached the rusted hole leading outside the warehouse, he stepped out into the sunlight and then jumped over the wall into the water. There were no boats below, so maybe the coast guard had not been called in. Luckily he could swim, but now he had to hope that he could swim far enough to get out of the water and back into the street. He was now a fugitive from the law and knew that his chances of escape were slim, but Carlos wasn't about to lay down and go out without a fight. In his mind, he couldn't believe the Salazar was in fact an undercover cop. Who could've set him though? Only one person remained in his mind that fueled a burning hatred. Now he had to watch his brother get killed or at the very least survive and go to prison. Someone was going to pay for this. Even if his assumption was wrong, Carlos believed that Steve had something to do with this in one way or another. His mind wandered about how convenient the timing was with Vida showing up to woo herself into his home and now this.

Back in the warehouse, all of the henchmen remained dead after the short gun fight. Ramón laid on the floor coughing up blood as the one cop who had shot him had moved over to him and held his hand. He felt his body growing cold as the time passed. This was his end and he didn't have much time left. The cop had short curly brown hair and a clean shaved face. Though he spoke words to him, Ramón couldn't hear or care about what he was saying to him. He had taken a full twelve-gauge blast to the chest and there wouldn't be any surviving this even if paramedics were quick on the scene. All he could do was lay there while the man held his hand, waiting to finally die. Before he could let go, he went over the events in his mind one last time. Maybe his cousin was right yesterday. Despite the choices he made with his lifestyle, Ramón still didn't have any regrets about his decisions. Only the regret that he couldn't convince his brother to back out of this deal. All along, Ramón knew that Miguel Salazar had to be setting them up. If only Carlos had listened, perhaps things could've worked out better. He closed his eyes and softly passed on.

As the minutes passed and more police force entered the warehouse to survey the scene, a man in a black suit made his entrance alone. Beyond his black jacket was a white shirt and a small black colored tie. His black hair was short while his face remained emotionless with a big black mustache and a stern look over his Latin face. Since he didn't wear a uniform or appeared undercover among the other cops, this man was clearly the sole one in charge. He was a man of small words, not here to talk unless it was necessary. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he stepped in and surveyed the scene all to himself. Across from the one dead body, there was a scene to the left side of the warehouse beyond the door leading to the destroyed office area where his undercover detective remained dead. The man walked over to see the body of his dead detective. In the office area, another Vice detective came sprawling out the cubicle area as he seemed to have discovered the escape path that Carlos had taken.

"He got away, lieutenant. There was a small path beyond the offices leading to a little exit in a hole. He must've got out and jumped into the water."

The man didn't reply back to his detective. The detective stood wearing a light blue jacket over a black shirt and matching blue pants. His hair was slicked back and he spoke with something of a Hispanic accent. He was clearly one of the lead detectives for the department. All he did was listen and continued glancing down at Miguel's body in disappointed. After a few moments, he had decided what he wanted to do. He reached into his jacket to grab the walkie-talkie device and pressed the button down to give out a command in his voice.

"Seal off the area. Put up road blocks over the streets to check for drivers with Diaz's description."

"Yes sir!"

His eyes then looked back at his detective as he gave him an order.

"Go with Bates and raid Diaz's hotel floor in South Beach. Call in back up if you feel the need."

The detective gazed back to his lieutenant in confusion.

"He jumped in the water outside the warehouse. With the area sealed off, he can't get far. He's still gotta get out the water and sneak his way around somewhere."

Suddenly, the man glared up at his detective and answered him back.

"He's a cop killer now. He won't be able to do business again. If he manages to get away, he's going to go back to his hotel to pack up some things and leave town. We will be waiting for him if that happens."

After hearing his boss' words, the detective gave him a nod and walked off with his order. The lieutenant remained standing there as another member of the Vice squad soon approached him to discuss something else regarding the crime scene. Carlos and Ramón had brought much attention to themselves after months of previously working for Sylvio Legba. It all began the night they had killed Tito Munoz and raided his home for a stash of drugs. From there, Vice had opened a case and had been working to take the Diaz brothers down. They were so close and despite their failure to apprehend Carlos, they had come close. It cost a detective his life, along with Ramón Diaz who had been caught in the crossfire. Surveillance had been set up at the Fontainebleau hotel where they had been observing the brothers' movements for a whole month. Despite their attempts at surveillance, they found it difficult to look inside the rooms among the floor Carlos had bought out due to his refusal of allowing room service to enter.

Now they finally had the legal means to issue a raid into those hotel rooms and see what was hidden beyond the doors. During all their time of profiling the Diaz Brothers, it was something of a mystery to them where Carlos and Ramón had stashed their supply of drugs. They now held ten of the forty keys and maybe were on the right path to finding the rest of the stash. The goal in mind was to crash the Diaz organization before the brothers had any chance of solidifying themselves as a new drug cartel in town. There was hope that raiding the hotel would set up a trap for Carlos to walk back into and be arrested on the scene. If they didn't get that lucky, there were other means of tracking him down. The incident in Disco Fever had been documented, as well as something of a rocky history with other members of the Diaz family. It was decided by the lieutenant that someone would have to seek the person in charge at Disco Fever to break the news that their cousin Ramón Diaz was now dead. Given the problems in the family, perhaps someone would lead them to Carlos. It was a thin chance but worth the shot regardless in hopes to tracking down a fallen drug lord who had now become a cop killer.

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10 HOURS LATER

As the midnight wind shifted, nothing could stop what had become a full party house within the walls of Disco Fever. The dance floor moved with an energetic crowd while the neon lights blinked in a perfect unison with the beat of a song. Soft Cell's hit of 'Tainted Love' blared loudly from the speakers. Tonight's DJ was a woman who specialized to bring that retro fever to the dance floor with a number of old hits to shake up the crowd. This was the midnight hour when the club could officially be labeled a mad house. Despite the thrilling atmosphere, Steven Diaz had locked himself behind the door of his private office while talking on the phone with a special woman. It seemed his meeting with Jennifer Love Hewitt had the chance to become something more than just two friends having a one night stand. The two traded small talk back and forth over the phone, laughing together until a knock was heard at Steven's door.

"Hang on one minute, babe."

Steven spoke into the phone before moving it away from his ear to yell.

"Come in!"

The door swung open as Steven looked up to see Maria stepped into his office with something of a grim look over her face. She wore a simple white blouse with purple pants on down below. The expression over her face had immediately alerted him that something seemed to be wrong.

"What's wrong, Maria?"

"Steven, there's some detective who came in here looking for you. He says he needs to talk to you about something important."

This was certainly a surprise to Steven's ears. Why would a detective seeking an audience with him and at midnight never the less? He looked back at Maria after letting the shock wear off his mind and answered her back.

"Alright, tell him to come in. I'll talk to him."

She left his office, shutting the door and then he spoke back into his phone to Jennifer.

"Hey babe, I gotta go. Something important going on here, I'll call you back later."

He hung up the phone and then took a deep breath. Why a detective would want to visit him was something of a mystery. Steven placed his cellphone over his desk before rising up from the chair. Over his body he wore a pink shirt, as he had taken off his light white jacket earlier tonight. His pants were a color of black while his shoes remained white. Steven moved to the window of his office, gazing through the mini blinds as he waited the man to arrive at his office. Within seconds, he heard a light knock. Approaching the door, Steven turned the knob and was greeted to a man with slicked black hair and wearing a blue jacket over a black shirt and with blue pants to match the color of his jacket.

"Mr. Diaz, I'm Detective Martinez."

After speaking the man reached into his jacket to reveal his badge and spoke again.

"I'm with Miami Vice. I would like to have a word with you."

"Sure, officer. Come in."

As the detective stepped into his office, Steven shut the door behind them and then walked back to his desk. The man sat down across the desk where they could a conversation after Steven had sunk back down into his comfortable chair. He looked back at the detective and spoke again.

"How can I help you tonight?"

"Mr. Diaz, I've come to deliver some news for you."

"Bad news, I suppose?"

"I'm afraid so. You are family to Ramón Diaz, yes?"

Steven nodded his head to the question.

"Ramón Diaz was shot today at a warehouse during a drug bust. He was dead before we could get him to the hospital."

"Oh god..."

The detective's words had brought a sudden shock to Steven as he sighed and leaned back in the chair. Just yesterday he had seen Ramón for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime. He had become a different person, something that Steven was afraid of. Now he was dead and Steven could easily guess how this came to pass since Carlos was a known fuck up. He raised his hand up to rub his head before speaking again.

"Ramón is dead? This is fucking terrible."

"Mr. Diaz, I'm sorry for your loss. The shoot out happened today during the afternoon. It was supposed to be a routine drug bust but it went wrong. Ramón died in the shoot out. The other man involved however, he got away. We are looking for information for the whereabouts to Carlos Diaz."

Listening to the man's words, Steven was still in a bit of a shock. Ramón was dead but some how Carlos was the one who got away? It was like a twisted game of fates. The detective continued on speaking.

"I hate to burden you with this but it's important. You see, we lost an officer today in that shoot out. We understand you and Carlos have something of a rocky history, so I thought maybe you'd wanna talk with me about it. He killed a cop and I wanna bring him to justice for it."

So this was it? Carlos was a cop killer and Ramón had to die in the consequences of following his brother's ignorant lifestyle. It was a tough truth to swallow but Steven knew this was a possibility of happening. Besides this hard truth, Steven was now curious how this detective some how was aware of his problems in the family with Carlos. It wasn't enough to cause his emotions to force a reaction out of him with his following words.

"So Carlos is a cop killer and Ramón is dead now? What a fucking waste, I swear. I tried to keep him from following his brother's foot steps, but he wouldn't listen to me."

Raising his eye brow, detective Martinez felt he was onto something now so he carried on asking him a question.

"Do you think you could help me track him down? I'm real sorry about Ramón. It didn't have to go down that way. Carlos opened fire first and then it became a war zone."

Steven sighed and closed his eyes before leaning down. He shook his head while processing the news that he wouldn't be able to see Ramón again for the rest of his life. Their goodbye yesterday was now for a lifetime. He looked back at the detective and answered him.

"There's no way I can help you. Carlos is a fucking scum bag and I tried to tell Ramón this so many times before. That piece of shit might be family to me, but that don't mean I've gotta help him or associate myself with him. How did you even know that I have problems with my cousin?"

Since there was a level of honesty between the two of them, the detective felt he had a better chance if he were honest with Steven about a certain detail.

"Well, we know you were face to face with Carlos and Ramón yesterday here at this club. Remember that other guy you told to leave the club? Well, that was the cop that your cousin killed today."

With this reveal, Steven raised his eyebrows and could've smiled if not for knowing his cousin was deceased now. So it was true all along, just as his first guess when he laid eyes on the third man yesterday. Steven had only guessed the man to be an undercover cop due to Carlos' history of being set up by them in the past. If only Ramón had listened and not followed in his brother's footsteps, all of this could've been avoided. After a silent moment of thinking, he decided to be honest with the cop about Carlos. It wasn't like he could reveal anything anyway, since Steven had stayed clear of Carlos for a long time. He looked the detective back in the eyes and replied.

"I wish I could help you, but I can't. That was the first time I've seen Carlos face to face in a while. He isn't welcome here in the club cause he's a scum bag. I know my family has problems, but I've worked hard here to keep this place clean and a good environment. I had not seen Ramón in many months until yesterday. He used to work here until I banned Carlos from the club. I tried to tell him not to get involved in this stuff, but he didn't listen."

"I see, I'm sorry for your loss."

The detective let out a sigh and raised himself up from the chair facing the desk. He reached into his jacket to grab a small note pad and a pen. He stood there for a moment to jot down his phone number on one of the pieces of paper among the notepad and ripped it out. He then set it down on Steven's desk.

"If you hear anything, you can contact me here at this number."

"Alright, I'll do that."

Steven nodded to the man as he then walked to exit his office. He waited until the sound of the door shutting was heard and then Steven grabbed the piece of paper and balled it up to throw in the trash can next to his desk. Learning about Ramón's fate was enough to upset him to the point that he wanted to leave the club tonight. He grabbed his jacket, and slipped it on. He then grabbed his cellphone and placed it the inside pocket of his jacket before storming out of his office. He stomped down the hall, ready to leave the club for the night. To his surprise, Maria was standing out in the hall waiting to speak with him.

"Is everything okay? What did that cop want?"

"Something terrible has happened, I'm leaving for tonight. Is Antonio still here?"

Maria nodded.

"Yeah, he's outside on the dance floor."

"He can take over for tonight. I'm leaving to get some fresh air."

As he walked off, Maria came racing behind him. She could tell something was clearly wrong and wanted to know badly.

"Steven, wait!"

He stopped and turned around to look at Maria before she spoke again.

"Can I go with you? If I take the night off, then will you tell me what happened?"

This was a question Steven usually would tell a quick 'no' to but for once, he was reconsidering it. After their heart to heart conversation a few days ago at the hospital, Steven felt more confident to share things with Maria. He gave her a nod and spoke back.

"Yeah, sure. I'll drop you off on my way home. You're still renting that home near Shenandoah Park, right?"

"Yes, I've still got that place."

"Alright, I'll take you home and tell you what's happened while we're on the road.

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[Cadeauxxx]

1 HOUR LATER

Through the dark roads, Steven drove his Cadillac while Maria sat in the passenger's seat. It was quite a drive out to Coral Way to take her back home, but he wasn't in any hurry. He took his time, driving over the empty roads once they had left the downtown area. The traffic lights flashed above for safety as they always did during these hours. There wasn't any other cars on the street, apart from one that he noticed in the distance behind him at various times. He needed to get away from the club to process his thoughts and come to acceptance with Ramón's fate. During the hour of driving, Maria's mind wandered over what could've possibly happened that had shaken Steven like this. She didn't want to ask him until an hour had passed and he had remained silent while sitting behind the steering wheel of the moving car.

"So, what was that about with the detective? I hate to ask, but I can't help but wonder. What's going on, Steven?"

"Ramón is dead."

Maria gasped when Steven's cold voice replied to her.

"Oh my god! Really?"

"Yeah, it happened yesterday afternoon. It was a drug bust, Carlos got away. That detective is looking for him. Remember that other guy he came to the club with them the other day? He was a cop. That's how they knew about me."

She didn't know what to say in response. Steven took another turn through the streets as they were now close to Maria's little house among a neighborhood. He slowed down upon reaching the curb near the mail box. Maria let out a sigh before glancing over at him.

"So, what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know. It's nothing I can do to help them. I'm really pissed that Ramón had to get himself killed. I tried to tell him to stay away from Carlos, he didn't listen."

"You wanna come in for a glass of water? I'm really sorry. It's not easy losing a family member."

"Yeah, but I seen this coming and should've been thinking about it, I guess."

Steven sighed while turning the key in the Cadillac to shut the engine off. From the distance, he thought he could see what looked to be a black car down the left side of the street but he paid it no attention. Maria got out of the car and then he walked next to her, ready to go up the steps to the front door of her rented house. From the left side of the street, the black car began to pass by. The engine caught their attention. Steven turned around as Maria had stepped in front of him. A familiar face was visible from the driver's window as it was rolled open. The face resembled Carlos who raised his MAC-10 sub machine gun and gritted his teeth while pulling the trigger to spray bullets towards them.

"Maria! GET DOWN!!"

As Steven screamed, the loudness of the gunfire sparked through their ears as the car drove off. Maria had stood in front of Steven and caught most of the bullets to her chest. Steven gasped as he watched her collapse down to her knees. Carlos had missed him and instead shot off several rounds into Maria's chest while some other bullets hit the walls of the yellow painted house. The car drove off quickly as she collapsed to the ground.Steven fell down to his knees, cradling her in his arms.

"Oh god, Maria! No!!"

Her chest filled with the red stains of blood. Steven looked down into her eyes as she gazed up at him, breathing heavily. A look of confusion and sadness washed over her face as he grabbed her hand.

"Maria, please hang on! Please hang on for me!"

The blood dripped all over his white blazer jacket as Steven quickly reached to grab his cellphone and frantically dial in 911. With the phone ringing, he used his left hand to hold her hand, squeezing it.

"You're gonna be okay, I promise! Please don't go, Maria! Please hang on."

"S-Steven...I...I..."

He squeezed her hand tighter as she spoke to him. While Steven cradled her in his arms, the dispatcher over the phone soon answered him back.

"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"

"I need an ambulance right now! My friend has been shot in a drive by shooting! You've gotta hurry, she's gravely injured!"

In a frantic voice, Steven gave out the address to the dispatcher. Once the voice had told him an ambulance was on the way, he hung up the phone and moved his right hand behind her head to cup her head, holding her in his arms while he still squeezed her hand. Maria breathed heavily, gasping for breath as she coughed.

"Hang on, Maria. I promise, it's gonna be okay. Please hang on, don't give up! It's gonna be okay!"

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1 MONTH LATER

After the rain had washed away yesterday, a new day had dawned beneath the usual Florida sun light. Below the palm trees of his home, Steven stood alone bare foot with a water hose in his hands as he proceeded to clean his Cadillac in the driveway. A bucket with soap and a sponge sat next to the left side front tire, ready to be used. He wasn't often home like this but since that fateful night, he had taken time off now for a whole month to sit quietly in his own seclusion to think about the events that had unfolded leading to the death of a dear friend. It was a painful memory that would live with him forever. After Maria's funeral, it was his brother Tony who gave him an indefinite vacation to give him time away from the club to gather his mind. This had been the first time in many years that Steven had stayed at home for longer than just a few days at a time. For a month now, he only left home to go to the store and back. Bottles of whiskey and bourbon became his best friends to hide his sorrows and pain behind.

The night of Maria's shooting, he was visited by the same Vice detective once again. Steven was certain it was Carlos who was responsible for the shooting but it wasn't anything they could do about it or to track him down. One thing Steven didn't understand was why Carlos didn't turn the car around and make sure he was dead as well. There was no need for him to slay Maria as she became nothing more than a victim of circumstance. Every time Steven went over it in his head, he wished that he could've been the one to fall instead of her. Maria didn't deserve what happened to her. The pain living with her dying in his arms was something Steven just had to accept. No matter how many times he wished it was him he could've taken the bullets, it wasn't going to bring her back. After the shooting, Vice had expected Carlos to try and come back and rub Steven out again, but it had not happened. He wasn't scared to leave his house and now that a month had passed, their case had become a cold one with no leads.

It seemed to be common sense that Carlos must have bailed town and left after the hit. He would've been a fool to stick around any longer. For Steven, he no longer cared about the cops' perusing Carlos for justice. He vowed to himself that if he ever were to get the chance, he would kill Carlos himself to avenge Maria. No time behind bars would make up for what he did to her, at least not in Steven's mind. As he stood bare foot outside his home over the tiles, he poured a shot of whiskey after setting the bottle of Jack Daniels over the hood of his car. Steven let go of the water hose and leaned over the car while taking a drink. His face had something of a small beard as he had not shaved since last week. His hair had grown a tad bit, becoming a bit shaggy. he wore a pair of black gym shorts and a light purple shirt over his body. His appearance had clear vision of his burnout status in life at the moment. Outside the gates of his home, a car was heard pulling up but Steven paid it no mind as he continued to drink. Steven soon heard a rattling over the gates that finally caught his attention.

"Qué pasa, viejo?"

The man who had spoke and stood before the gate was none other than Sean. He offered a smile as he stood in his pinstriped black suit. With a double breasted jacket covering his white shirt with a tie underneath. Steven didn't reply back as he glanced away and moved to sit on the hood of his Cadillac. Sean invited himself in. He reached beyond the gate to unlock it and then stepped in. As he approached Steven, he studied his appearance, becoming concerned while he stopped to pour himself another shot from the bottle of whiskey. Sean took his finger and placed it one of the sections of the front left side light while speaking.

"It's been a month now, you know? Everyone back at the club really misses you."

Steven let out a sigh before raising the small glass to his lips to take another sip. During his absence at the club, Antonio was filling in as manager while Sean was working security. Maria's place as assistant was yet to be filled. Deep down, Steven didn't miss the club even if people back there missed him. During this time away, he was beginning to think of how the place was running him down mentally.  He then answered back after swallowing the hot alcoholic liquid down his throat.

"You planning on staying for some time, Sean?"

Sean offered a smile while grabbing the water hose, ready to help out with washing the car.

"Sure, why the hell not? I figured you might like to have some company for a change."

Steven shook his head back to his friend and answered in a stern voice.

"No thanks."

His response had surprised Sean who raised his eyebrows and then dropped the water hose. He understood that Steven needed space for the time being, so he walked back to the gates and made his exit.

"Alright man, have it your way. Steven, if there's anything you need, you know where to find me."

There was no point in replying back. Steven listened to him lock the gate back before climbing back into his car. While Sean started the car and began to leave, Steven sat there and held the glass of whiskey while thinking to himself. He remembered the conversation he had with him in the car some time ago where they discussed Carlos. Now he had lived to regret not ending Carlos and putting him in the ground a long time ago when he clearly should have. Time may have been moving forward with days turning into weeks, but it stood still for Steven. The days leading up to that fateful night constantly replayed in his mind. After thinking on it some more, he finished off the whiskey in the shot glass and was ready to wash the car now.

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2 HOURS LATER

After washing the car, Steven went back inside his house to sit in the living room where he read the newspaper. It was something he liked to do every day for the past couple of weeks since he wasn't working. While he sat with his feet propped up on the coffee table reading, his old house maid worked in the kitchen cleaning the dishes. For Betty, this had been the first time in many years she had witnessed a real depression move over Steven. Not since his divorce from his wife some years back had she seen him so distraught. The old man gave him his space, allowing him to handle it quietly while she took care of the house like she always did. As he sat there by himself on the couch, suddenly a knock was heard on the front door. Steven stopped and looked forward as he thought to himself that whoever was knocking on the door must have entered through the gate.

"Just one second! I'll get it!"

Betty's voice rang out, but Steven wanted to answer the door himself. If it was Sean, he was ready to give him a good cussing for disturbing him once more.

"No, that's okay, I've got it."

He got up from the couch and folded the newspaper before tossing it over the coffee table. Steven then stomped to the front door, opening it to see a familiar face smiling at him before speaking in a thick accent.

"Hello Steven. I hope I'm not bothering you, just wanted to check up on you."

His face suddenly dropped in one of surprise. It was Salma Hayek standing at the front door wearing a one piece green dress with straps over the shoulders and with gold hoop rings dangling from her ears. His future sister-in-law standing before him was something of a major surprise. He stepped back, inviting her into his home.

"Hi Salma, it's been a while. Come on in, it's hot out there."

This was something Steven had not expected one bit. While he thought that Jennifer Love Hewitt would call him back, she had not bothered dialing his cellphone after the news had spread of Maria's death. He figured Jennifer wanted to distance herself from him and he couldn't blame her one bit. Salma shut the front door while Steven walked back to the living room where they could talk. She didn't join him right away as she walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey that he had sat out on a table in the living room and proceeded to pour himself a small glass. What he didn't see was Salma having a quiet conversation with Betty in the kitchen. She offered her a wad of hundred dollar bills, telling her to go ahead and take the rest of the day off. Salma wanted to be alone in the house with Steven. After the small exchange, she stomped her heels over into the living room to see Steven sitting alone on the couch having a drink.

"So, dis is what jou been doing all alone every day? Jus' sittin dere and drinking all day?"

Her thick Latin accent slurred her speech a bit. Salma stood in front of him while watching him raise the glass and take a sip. Steven didn't bother answering her back until he swallowed down some of the alcoholic substance. He looked back at her and replied.

"What do you care?"

Salma raised her eyebrow and gave him a sharp look before moving to sit down next to him on the couch. Steven finished off the glass, swallowing every last drop of the whiskey down while she spoke once more.

"I care a lot. I may be marrying your brother, but I'm well aware that you're the man with the balls in this family."

Leaning over, he placed the glass on the coffee table while replying to her.

"That's not been the case lately."

"No, not lately but I know that can change like flicking a light switch."

Her response almost made him laugh, but all he did was lean back on the couch and glance over to her from his left side. Steven figured Salma wanted to talk about Maria, but he didn't want to.

"She died in my arms. There's no worse feeling than lying to someone, telling them that it's gonna be okay when you know it's not."

Steven sighed before he continued on.

"It should've been me to take those bullets and not her. She didn't deserve that at all."

She almost rolled her eyes at his words, but all Salma did was shake her head.

"And then what? Who would deliver us from evil without you here? Carlos deserves to pay for what he's done. There's no one else in this family who has the balls to do it besides you, Steven."

"Is that what you came here to tell me, Salma?"

She looked back at him with a stern face. She was almost insulted by his words but let it go. Salma was here for a reason and he had to know this, regardless if his mind was swimming in booze.

"I know where Carlos is hiding. Dat is what I've come here to inform jou of."

Suddenly Steven's eyes became enlarged upon hearing the words in her slurred speech. Salma got up from the couch, standing in front of him as she placed her hands on her hips. She wanted to see his reaction, just to be sure he wouldn't disappoint her with hearing her revelation to him. He leaned up from where he was sitting and spoke back.

"You do? Where is he?"

"Fort Lauderdale. He's got a hotel room booked under a silly name. He's all by himself just waiting for someone to put him out of his misery."

"How did you find out about this?"

Salma smirked.

"I hired a private eye down here. You ever heard of a woman named Nancy who used to fuck Carlos?"

Steven shook his head at her.

"No. I've never bothered to know what women he gets around with."

She chuckled before replying.

"She's a wonderful lady if you ever get the chance to meet her. Carlos contacted her three days ago out of Fort Lauderdale and then she informed my P.I. He has nowhere to run any longer and is seeking help."

"Did she inform the police?"

With a soft grin across her pink lips, Salma shook her head. Steven knew what this meant. If the woman didn't give a tip to the police, she wanted Carlos to face a different kind of justice. Salma spoke.

"There is nothing more dangerous than a scorned woman. After what he did to her, she can't wait to hear the news of his passing."

Salma ran her hand up to her large cleavage and then shoved her hand between her breasts to retrieve a folded paper. She then placed it down on the coffee table near his empty glass.

"There's the address and the hotel number. There's a key in there for you, folded in the paper."

Impressed with what she had for him, Steven couldn't help but wonder how she acquired such a thing.

"How did you manage to get a key to his room?"

"You know I've got money. You'd be surprised what people will do for you when you offer them spare cash for a little something."

He leaned over to grab the piece of folded paper. When Steven unfolded it, he took the hotel key and examined it before placing it back down. Now he knew where to find Carlos and deliver vengeance unto him. Not once did he consider calling and giving the tip to the police. This was a personal vendetta and one that Steven had all intentions of finishing himself. Looking back up at Salma, he smiled as he thanked her.

"Thank you, Salma. I owe you for one this. When I'm done with Carlos, he won't be anyone's problem anymore."

"You'll be paying me back soon, Steven. There's a reason I came to you about this. As much as I love your brother, I know he won't do what you will."

Her eyes met his as she continued.

"You know what must be done and I know you'll do it."

Salma then loosened the left shoulder strap of her dress and smiled to him.

"But first, I think you'd enjoy a little motivation. Just something to get your mind back in order."

Stepping back from the couch, Salma pulled the other strap of her dress and then used her right hand to reach behind her back and pull for the zipper. The dress came sliding down, revealing her body in a black lingerie outfit with stockings covering her legs and a black push-up bra containing her large breasts. This was a sight Steven never expected to witness from the woman who would soon be his sister-in-law. Despite this fact, he wasn't about to turn her down for a little bit of naughty fun. Tony didn't have to know about this. If Salma was going to do this with him, he was confident she could keep secrets. Looking back into his eyes, Salma began to speak again as Steven stood up from the couch.

"Jou wanna pay me back for the information? Then let me suck on a big cock today. How 'bout dat?"

Steven smiled as her accent had slurred her speech in an adorable way. Salma lowered herself down to her knees.

"I know I'd never say no to that."

With his approving words, Salma didn't want to wait any longer. Since she was now on her knees, she played with the front of his shorts. Her soft hand pushed over the front, feeling his bulging cock growing. Steven pulled his shirt off before glancing back down at her. Those big broke eyes glanced up at him as she began to pull his shorts down.

"Just my mouth. That is the only hole you're cock is allowed to enter. Entiéndeme?"

"Yes, understood babe."

She licked her lips and then proceeded to pull his underwear down. Salma gasped as she witnessed Steven's growing cock before her eyes. All the times she had been with Tony, she never expected the day would come that she would lust for his brother. This was all an act with the intention of bringing Steven back to form. He had a job to do and Salma wanted to give him just enough motivation to be able to do it. Her right hand wrapped around his cock while he stepped out of his shorts and underwear. They were all alone in the house now with his maid having left from Salma's bribe. As her hand slowly wanked his cock back and forth, the Mexican goddess let out a sultry giggle before speaking again with her strong accent.

"Dis is a great big cock. I always knew dat jou were packin' a big one."

Pumping her hand up to the head, Salma spit on it before gazing up into his eyes. Steven's view shifted from her beautiful face back to her hand and then glancing at her heavy cleavage down below. Salma was in control and she was going to tease him any way she seen fit. Parting her lips, she slid his cock inside her warm mouth as she began to slowly bob her head up and down.

"Ohhhhhhhh, god..."

Steven groaned, moaning aloud. All those years he fantasized as Salma Hayek and he never thought that he'd live to enjoy this pleasure. When the engagement was announced between her and his brother, he didn't think about this ever happening. Now she was down on her knees, devouring his long meat pole with her loving mouth. Salma bobbed her lips up and down after shoving her hand down to the base of his shaft. Steven moaned out as she closed her eyes only momentarily. She reopened them just to gaze up at his face before forcing her lips back to the head of his dick and releasing it with a loud popping noise.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, let's get dis cock all nice and wet."

After speaking in a low voice, Salma spit on his cock and slid it back between her lips. All Steven could do was stand there and watch as she proceeded to slobber over his cock once more. She closed her eyes as she began to bob her head up and down at a faster pace. 'Mmmmmmm', Salma moaned with her tongue pushed to the underside of his shaft from within her jaws. Within seconds, she began to push her lips the way down, devouring every inch of his long cock and burying her lips at the base where her fingers were wrapped around it. Steven gasped in pleasure.

"Fuck! Ohhhhh, god!!"

It didn't take long for her to force him to yell. Salma maintained her position, allowing the head of his cock to hit the back of her throat until she had gagged. Pulling her lips back, she released his dick from her pink lips once more with a popping noise. Salma then looked down into her big tits, knowing that he couldn't keep his eyes away from them. The black straps hung from her shoulders until she used both hands to pull them down. Her bra came off, collapsing into her lap with the right strap sliding down her arm. Salma grinned up at Steven before speaking.

"You like my big boobs?"

"Fuck yes I do."

Salma smirked at him as she placed her hands on her breasts and squeezed them. It was a short show of play just to go the extra mile teasing him. She wrapped her right hand fingers back around his cock and brought the head between her lips once again. Salma's eyes glanced up into Steven's face as she locked eye sight and refused to break away. As she sucked on the head of his cock, she began to slowly stroke him with her right hand, all while tilting her head and still looking up into his eyes.



The man was entranced in a feeling of pleasure. She continued to stare up at his face while bobbing her head up and down. 'Mmm, mmmm, mmm' she moaned while working her lips. When Salma brought her lips back to the head to release it with a popping sound, this time a string of saliva dangled from his soaked cock back to her lips. The pop noise echoed through out the living room of Steven's home and then he threw his head back and moaned.

The time was coming for her to make a solid attempt at pushing him into taking control. Salma had heard the stories and rumors of how Steven was in the bedroom. She expected him to be different from his brother, going by what she had been told by others. Over and over, she worked her lips down while sucking on his length. Steven groaned but didn't glance his eyes away from the sight down below as Salma was working his cock with her mouth. Though she had told him he could only fuck her mouth, his mind was on her breasts down below. There was no way he wanted to pass an opportunity not to have his cock between those beautiful nature tits. For now he simply stood there and didn't make his move yet but was planning on it. Salma continued to bob her head up and down his cock before coming back up with another popping noise. As the strings of her saliva dangled from her open mouth back to his cock, she spit on the head. Steven placed his right hand down upon one of her shoulders while reaching down with his left hand. He squeezed one of her breasts and then hinted to her that he wanted his cock between them.

"Hold those titties up for me, babe."

She knew what he wanted to do and Salma wasn't going tell him no. Moving her hands down below, she held her breasts up for him and then smirked.

"Go ahead, querido. Smash dat big fuckin' cock between my tetas."

Hearing a bit of Spanish in her words had only made her voice sound sexier to Steven's ears. With his right hand wrapped around his pole, he guided it towards the open valley that Salma provided from holding her tits apart. Upon feeling the firmness of her breasts pushing around his cock, he let out a moan while she smiled at him.

"Holy shit, this feels so fucking good."

Steven's words had caused her to giggle a bit. Salma always waited for the reaction from a man's first time experiencing their cock placed between her massive breasts. As she held them together, Steven began to buck his hips forward and thrust his cock up and down between those lovely tits. Salma glanced downward, watching the head of his thick shaft poke up with each thrust. She flicked it with her tongue as Steven could be heard breathing heavily and moaning. Her eyes shifted back up to look into his face, teasing him as her words slurred from her heavy accent.

"Jou like dat?"

"Fuck yes!"

He cried out his words. Salma couldn't stop herself from teasing him again with her strong accent.

"Jou like feelin' dat big fuckin' cock go up and down between those tetas?"

While still thrusting his cock between her wonderful boobs, Steven wanted to look into her face. He used both of his hands to wrap around the back of her head. Salma got the hint and raised her head, gazing up into his eyes as she felt every inch of his long dick pumping between her breasts.



Salma moaned, starring up into his eyes as she pushed her lips together just to make a sensual face to tease the man even further. Steven's fingers ran through her black hair from the back of her head while he continued to pump his cock up and down between her tits. The look over Salma's face was all he needed to know that she wanted to make his cock explode in due time. Silence fell between them, as only moaning and breathing were audible from their voices.

She eventually broke eye contact with him, only to glance back and down and watch that big dick pump between her breasts. Salma licked her lips as he came to a sudden halt. She then let go of her breasts and grabbed his cock, pushing it back between her lips. Steven moved his right hand out of her hair while his left hand fingers were still roaming through the back of her dark hair. If he had any desire to take control, Salma had a feeling that he would soon make it known with his actions. She began to bob her head up and down on his cock, sucking it faster than she had previously done. Within seconds, Steven moved his right hand back over her head, curling up her dark hair while her hoop ear rings dangled and shook. He took control by holding her head in place as he began to thrust his cock forward and fuck her mouth.



"GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH-KAH!"

Salma moaned and gagged as she left her mouth open, creating various slobbering and sucking noises. She looked up into his eyes for a moment before closing them and reopening to glance back at him a few seconds later. Steven groaned as he fucked her mouth, thrusting his cock in and out. This would probably be the only chance he had in his life of having fun with his soon to be sister-in-law and he wanted to enjoy every second of it.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-KAH-KAH!"

Her mouth continued to produce slobbering and sucking noises until Salma squeezed her lips around his pole. Steven continued to buck his hips forward and drive that long dick between her lips. 'Mmmmm, mmm, mmm', her muffled moans were barely audible to his ears. At the rate he was thrusting his cock into her mouth, Steven knew he would end up blowing his load soon. Slowing down, he pushed her lips all the way down his cock until he heard Salma gag and choke on it. He then pulled her hair, forcing his cock free with a loud popping noise and strings of her drool dripping from her lips and his shiny pole. Her eyes gazed up at him as he called out to her.

"Hold your tits up again for me."

She could've easily guessed he would want to fuck her tits again before blowing his load. Salma smirked, flashing her teeth but Steven had become impatient within seconds. He reached his hands down, grabbing her breasts as he held them up to wrap around his cock. Salma giggled at his actions before teasing him.

"Yeah, go on! You jus' can't resist my big tetas!"

Still gigging at him, Salma gazed up at his face as she licked her lips. She soon placed her hands over her breasts, holding them up while Steven was bucking his hips like before to drive that long cock between her big breasts. He had to be close by this point, Salma thought to herself. Steven groaned while pumping his cock between her tits.

"God, these are some of the best fucking tits I've ever had. I could seriously fuck your tits all day long."

"Mmmmmm, I'm sure jou could!"

Salma replied back before winking at him. Still holding her breasts together for him to drive his cock between, she watched the expression of pleasure move across his face. Though he may not have said it out right, she knew he was close to finally blowing his load. Steven panted, breathing deeply as he didn't want this moment to end but knew his time was beginning to close in. He gritted his teeth, letting out a grunt before he finally stopped bucking his hips. Salma watched him snatch his cock from between her tits. Steven then gripped her hair from the back of her head, holding her in place. She closed her eyes without uttering a single word, for Salma knew that her face was about to be covered in his hot seed. As Steven stroked his cock furiously in his other hand, he pulled her hair a bit more while breathing heavily. This was it, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"OHHHHHHH! FUCK!!"

Steven screamed as his cock had finally erupted, shooting a thick wad of cum directly over Salma's face. The first wad landed over her left cheek, drenching her nose before a second string of cum shot directly into her closed eye lid. She dropped her lower lip and moaned before softly giggling as she felt another string of his cum go over her forehead and into her hair. Steven pulled her hair once more, as he shot another wad of cum, this one splashing over her right temple and dripping down into her eyebrow. He began to let go of her hair as he felt his orgasm beginning to fade away. Salma began to slowly open her eyes, blinking as she grabbed his cock and brought the head back to her loving mouth. Steven tried to catch his breath as he watched her suck on the head, milking out the final drops of his seed. Once she was done she pulled it from her lips to make a final popping noise, swallowing the cum in her mouth. She glanced up at him as the cum dripped her face and she spoke.

"I hope this was enough to motivate you into getting your shit back together. You know what you must do now, Steven."

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2 DAYS LATER

Fort Lauderdale, Florida

The curtains pulled back from the window before an audible sigh was heard. Carlos Diaz looked out beyond the glass, gazing down at the view of the street to see cars moving through the roads. After getting out of Miami, he hid himself in a seedy motel in Fort Lauderdale. He believed the rundown building would be the last place authorities would look. After the night of the drug bust, he went to a storage house where he had been keeping some spare money, clothes and a gun just in case he ever needed to bail town and get away. For one month, he had sat all alone in his motel room quietly hoping the time would pass when he could leave. This was to become of his new life, one of running and trying to evade authorities. The motel room was booked under the name of 'Orlando Gomez'. It was a subtle reminder of life back home, relating to an old friend he had known since childhood. Carlos figured eventually he would have to leave the state of Florida, so he made a few calls to the women he used to call as his 'loyal whores'.

Vida was gone and with no way to contact her following the drug bust, he had not a clue what had become of her. Carlos didn't bother going back to his hotel room in South Beach, since he figured it would've already been raided in the following day. After Vida, there was Nancy whom he had her phone number memorized in his head and could reach out to. He didn't bother thinking about Jocelyn, for he figured that had probably moved on by now. Nancy seemed reluctant to help him and after she didn't return his call in the following days, Carlos gave up thinking about her. He was on his own, all alone with just around six hundred dollars in cash. Eventually that money would run out and he would have to move and try to make another break. it was times like this he wished Ramón could be here to help him. Whenever he needed a hand, his younger brother was usually there but not anymore. To see him die before his eye still haunted Carlos. He knew he failed at killing Steven on that fateful night, but in an odd way he felt they were finally even now. He had to watch someone he cared about die in front of him, just as Carlos had felt from his brother's passing.

It was a feeling he knew that would scar Steven just as he felt the pain of watching Ramón die. In the end, Carlos wanted Steven to suffer more than death, knowing this was something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. The motel room was a mess, littered with empty pizza boxes and bottles of alcohol. With a couple thousand dollars, he wasted no time using it to indulge himself in downing booze almost every day while locked in the motel room. Carlos stepped away from the window and then let out another sigh as he stood in the middle of the room. It was the afternoon and he was feeling as paranoid as ever. He knew that at any moment, the authorities could be busting down his door since he was on the run as a fugitive. In the past month, his mug shot had been seen on television as well as printed up in newspapers. Sitting next to the door was a dresser where he kept a black glock handgun at all times. The gun remained there for self defense purposes in case Carlos ever had to shoot his way out. It was a bad plan that would never work if he was outnumbered, but he didn't care. Walking out of the living room, he went to the bathroom where he began to run the faucet for cold water to wash his hands.

After washing his hands, Carlos leaned down over the sink and looked into the mirror. He studied his face, as there had been something of a chance in appearance since he went on the run. A slight beard and mustache covered his face, as he had not shaved since the night he checked in to the motel. Carlos attempted to grow his hair, just to hide his infamous scar that had been highlighted on TV in the news programs alerting the public that he was a fugitive. It had all come crashing down on him when he felt that he was so close to becoming a big shot within Miami. All that work and now he was nothing but a shell of his former self with no one to help him out of the hole. All his money and the empire he was slowly building up had been destroyed almost in the blink of an eye on that fateful day. All that was left was the desire to run and not end up in prison. While standing in front of the mirror, he noticed something moving from the corner of his eye going back to the living room. Carlos immediately turned around as he was greeted to a figure standing before him. He took a deep breath as he stepped back in complete shock at who had entered his hotel room.

"Steven!? How the fuck did you get in here!?"

Standing before Carlos was Steven all by himself. He wore a grey suit jacket over a black shirt and matching grey pants underneath. His face was clean shaved, his hair recently trimmed as he didn't look any different from the last time Carlos had laid eyes on him. Over Steven's hands, he wore black gloves so he wouldn't be leaving any finger prints behind. A grim expression was visible across his face. He starred Carlos down without answering his question. Carlos knew at this moment that his cousin wasn't here for any kind of social visit. All this time he expected the police to eventually track him down. Not once did he expect Steven to be the one to enter his hotel room. He smiled while leaning back against the sink, as Carlos no longer feared him.

"So, I guess you've been looking for me for a while, huh?"

He let out a smug laugh while glancing down. Steven wasn't hear to talk. When Carlos glanced back up at his face, he spoke again.

"You and me, we're even now."

Steven shook his head, still keeping his vision locked on Carlos.

"No, we're not even. You and I will never be even."

Stepping forward to the doorway of the bathroom, Steven wanted to make sure that Carlos couldn't try and make an escape. When he had quietly entered the hotel, the first thing he did was move the gun away that was sitting on the dresser. He didn't expect it to be this easy getting inside, but so far things were working in his favor. Steven spoke again.

"You know, I've been wondering something for a while. Why didn't you turn around in your car and come back to make sure I was dead? You had to know I was unarmed. You ended up killing her instead."

Carlos laughed at his cousin's words.

"Seriously, you're that fucking stupid? You tracked me down and have come all this way just to ask me that? Fine, I'll tell you what. I thought I had shot you when driving by. It happened so fast, I seen you go down and I figured I got you. It wasn't until the next day when I got out of town and seen it on the news that I ended up killing the stupid girl instead of you. At first, I was pretty mad but then I got to thinking...you know, this makes us even. I had to see Ramón get gunned down knowing there was nothing I could to save him. You on the other hand, you had to watch your friend die knowing you couldn't save her."

He smiled back at Steven and continued on.

"You know, Ramón told me what you said back in the club that day after you made me leave. How you were scared that I would end up getting him into a situation where something bad could happen to him. So now I must ask you, how does it feel, Steven? How does it feel knowing that you ended up getting someone you cared about killed all from being in the wrong place at the wrong time?"

Steven heard enough of this by now. He wasn't here to talk, as this was a job of revenge. He took a few steps back and moved his right hand into his jacket to grab his old Beretta Model 81 pistol. A suppressor was attached to the end of the barrel, visible to Carlos who looked at him wide eyed while Steven slowly aimed the gun at his head. Giving a grin, he glanced back into Steven's eyes while shaking his head.

"You aren't going to shoot me. If you couldn't kill me a while back when you had the chance, what's the point in doing it now? We're family and family don't kill each other."

He didn't need any second thoughts from Carlos' words. Nothing could change his mind at this point. Steven looked back into his eyes and pulled the trigger of the gun. The loud sound was suppressed by the silencer as the bullet was unleashed. Steven watched as Carlos' body slung backwards over the sink. The bullet went directly into the middle of his forehead, killing him instantly. The back of his head shattered the glass of the mirror from behind him. After a few seconds, his deceased body fell forward and collapsed to the floor. Now it was all over. Steven took a deep breath while watching a pool of blood form around Carlos' head. It was a shame that it had come to this. He would always have second thoughts on this could've been avoided, but at least it was over. Maria had now been avenged. Stepping backwards, Steven took one final look at Carlos on the floor and then he quietly began to leave the hotel room. He moved to tuck the gun back into the holster hidden within his jacket and now it was time to take the long drive back home to Miami and go back to work.

TO BE CONTINUED

[Cadeauxxx]

Chapter 7 with Jessica Alba had been missing going back to September, so sorry! I fixed the entire series now! 

[Viri]

In the year of 2019, the world needs more BBB in our lives. Hope to see a new chapter soon.

[OMEGA15]

Count me in, I'd love to see a return of this series.

[fqwarrior]

The videos with the stories. Still the best!!

[Cadeauxxx]

The videos with the stories. Still the best!!

Thanks! Sometime during the summer, I plan to pick this series back up and finish it.

[thenewcomer]

Love it. Great work. 

[Cadeauxxx]

Thank you Mr. Heigl for this wonderful gift!

[Viri]

Is it time for this series to have a come back with a new logo? 

[BlingBlingWarrior]

This series involves 

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