Big Booty Bitches Ch. 08

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Rose McGowan goes swimming with Steven.
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Part 8 of the 39 part series

Updated 09/11/2023
Created 07/02/2016
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Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.

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Miami, Florida

A faded out pink sky was lit up over Miami, just before the night fall of darkness was to wash it all away within hours. Like any other sunset, it was beautiful over the city. The perfect prelude for a night of fun if one could afford the price. Steven was just the man that could pay for the pleasure, he would see what the night awaited him as his blue painted Cadillac had made the drive through South Beach and now he was parking the car out across from the hotels on Ocean Drive. His old friend would be waiting for him, a surprise reunion that he could not pass up after she called him on the phone.

Once he had parked his car, he got out and stood for a minute to soak in the dropping temperature with the sunset. A short cold front was brushing through the coast, something that could not go without being appreciated when the common weather was always heat. Knowing how his old friend liked to wait out an appearance, Steven waited for a moment before he seen the woman in black walking towards him. Her pale skin was something he could never miss even within the pedestrians walking through the street. With short black hair and beautiful brown eyes to top her curvy figure, the woman walked across the street to meet Steven who grinned big at the sight before him.

"Well, well...it's fucking true! There she is, I could never mistaken you for anyone else!"

With a soft smile, the woman waved her hand softly. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top, while Steven was in a casual white suit with a pink shirt underneath. Their fashion wear may have been the opposite, but there was no mistaking a good style. Steven smiled as he spoke.

"Rose, I couldn't believe it was really you who called me last week. I was shocked, at first."

"Yeah, well I'm in town and I couldn't pass up seeing an old friend."

"Did you cut your hair recently? I like it."

"Really, you do? I shaved my head a few months ago, it's slowly starting to grow back."

Steven smiled and nodded to her.

"Yeah, I mean it! It fits you, well come on babe. Where did you want to go tonight?"

"How about your new club? I seen it on TV...and my god, you still have this same old ass car?"

"Hey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it."

Rose laughed at his comment as she walked off to the other side of the car and grabbed the door handle to invite herself in. Steven went on and climbed back in the driver's side. Just like old times, two friends hanging out once again. It seemed like only recently in the past that Steven had met Rose McGowan. Back then, she was still on TV every week with her famous role in Charmed. He remembered the time they had first met, over 14 years ago as of now. With a sigh to himself, he started the car and then turned and smiled over at her.

"You know, i was just thinking...what year was it that we met? I remember it was a party for some rock band."

"Oh, it was back in 2002. Yes, some band party. You were a lot of fun."

"As were you, god 2002..."

Starting the car, Steven sighed before he got ready to pull back on the road. He spoke again to his old friend and lover of the past.

"Where has time gone over the years? I just turned 40, but I feel like I'm still in my 20's since seeing you again."

"Hey hun, I turned 43 just a few days ago!"

"Well, happy birthday from me! Shame on me for not calling you on your birthday!"

Rose laughed at him, as he pulled the car out and moved them back on the road. The old memories had already faded back into his head, but for her she couldn't help but think about what he had said. Where had the time gone? The last time she had visited him in Miami was in 2007, almost 10 whole years ago. At the time, she was fresh off success of her 'Planet Terror' role. It seemed like such a long time ago to her, but Steven was already reliving those memories with her across from him in his car. Next stop: Disco Fever for a night at the club.

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Back at the club, loud music filled the room as one man found himself sitting at the bar observing every woman that walked passed him. Putting a class up to his lips, Carlos consumed the alcohol while his eyes gazed over at the tight clothes and amazing curves of a woman that walked through and headed to the dance floor. A familiar song had crawled into his ear, as he found himself trying to remember the lyrics to an old 80's hit that blasted through the speakers. Sitting there drinking, he was instantly alerted when he could feel a shadow behind him. The shadow made it's presence known when a glass loudly was placed on the bar behind Carlos to get his attention.

"Working hard, eh?"

The young man quickly turned around to see the face of Tony Diaz standing with a frown over his face. The older man was dressed in a blue suit with a white shirt underneath but the main focus was the menacing frown over his face. Tony was one of the few men who could give off a perfect frown to show what he really was thinking his mind. Carlos immediately faked a smile and then addressed his boss.

"Oh, I'm just taking a little break at the bar!"

Tony looked over at him and nodded.

"You take a lot of breaks, you know that? I have been watching you for the past four days straight. All you do is sit there and drink and look at girls and maybe, get on the dance floor. Yeah, you think I'm stupid huh? You think I am not watching upstairs?"

"No! I know you're watching, I just need a little off time!"

Carlos looked back over at the bar before smiling at Tony. That little smile on the punk's face wasn't helping his anger, but Tony was a man of controlled rage. He looked him over one last time before speaking. There was a job at hand and his patience was growing thin.

"Muchacho, I asked you to do one thing for me. That was a couple weeks ago. You've had plenty of time. Now I tell you, if you can't find whoever it is back here skimming my money out of this place...you can get out on the street again and I ain't wasting a penny on any lawyers if you wind up back busted by cops for doing something stupid.

Tony laughed before finishing his sentence, the laugh lightened his own mood. It was apparent from Carlos' facial expression that the young man was in fear.

"3 days, that's it. You got 3 days to find the thief in here, or you're out."

With a smile on his face, Tony reached down and patted Carlos on the shoulder as he began to walk off. He couldn't help but toy with the kid's emotions, seeing as how intimidating his presence could be at the right time. It was truly aggravating in ways, knowing to himself that he paid so much money for lawyers to fight and get his sentence reduced on trial. Carlos was always a fuck up in the family though, Tony knew well enough that. Steven however, had no use for him anymore and the kid wound up on his shit list with the whole arrest deal a few years back. Right now, the older man was exiting the club to go sit back on his yacht for the rest of the night.

While walking out the back door where his car was parked, Tony looked up to see Steven walking hand in hand with a woman. Despite the shaved head, he couldn't shake the feeling that her face was oddly familiar to him. The woman spoke up.

"Tony Diaz, is that you, as an old man?"

Steven laughed at the comment as he saw his older brother shaking his head and laughing.

"Hey Tony, you remember Rose right?"

"Oh yes, Rose! Sorry, I didn't recognize you at first. It's been a long time hasn't it?"

"Yeah, it has."

Rose looked over at Tony for a minute, as he sighed and let out a smile. He didn't want to seem rude in her presence, but he had already been on his way out for the night.

"I hope you enjoy your time at our new club, sadly I gotta run. Going back to the yacht and have to lay down before the meds kick in for my back."

"Oh my god, you still live on that boat? Jesus, first Steven still has the same car, and you haven't gotten off that boat to live. Do you men ever change besides the age number?"

Tony laughed at her before shaking his head.

"No, we never change, I guess! It's wonderful to see you again Rose, make Steven's hair turn gray so he can stop bringing that up to me around my son!"

Rose laughed at him as he began to walk off.

"Don't worry, I'm the one that don't have much hair right now!"

Turning his head as Tony walked off, Rose turned to look at Steven as they walked into the back door of the private entrance to the club. Rose smirked and spoke to him as the door opened.

"Does he really still live out on that boat?"

Steven nodded.

"Yep, be glad I'm with you tonight. He would probably want you to go out and dance for him on that yacht."

Rose rolled her eyes.

"You know the answer to that would have been a big NO!"

Steven smiled and nodded back at her before agreeing.

"Amen to that one, babe!"

Together they walked into the back door of the club. Rose felt like she had returned to another world that she had not visited in a long time. It was odd seeing Tony again and half his head of gray hair. She remembered him from a long time ago, at one point they all were friends thanks to the connection of director Robert Rodriguez. How Rodriguez became friends of the Diaz brothers was something she never quite figured out, but she couldn't complain. It led to a lot of meetings with Steven who served as a good boyfriend on the side when she needed an escape to indulge in a nice private life.

Steven was always the Diaz man that Rose preferred, the one that she felt she could relate to. He understood her years ago and even now, he still was the same. She didn't quite care for Tony much, who seemed to always be thinking with his dick instead of his brains. There was a time many years ago, she would have become romantically involved with Steven had the chance not been ignored by both of them. Now, they walked together into the club as she got a sight at the spectrum blinking of neon lights and loud 80's music pumping through the speakers. People shuffled around and walked about in the club, the dance floor was packed. Rose looked around and nodded before speaking to him.

"Wow, this place looks like it stays busy."

"It does, quickly becoming the top club outside of South Beach. It's much bigger than the ones we owned years ago."

Rose took his hand and pulled him towards her.

"Come on, show me more of this place!"

"Right this way, baby!"

Steven took her over by the bar before he decided to walk her up the stairs. From above, it was much easier to see the action that went on down below. Together, they walked hand in hand by the railing as Rose's eyes were able to witness the club. Down below, the DJ table near the dance floor appeared to always be a busy spot. Right now, a local talent was behind the laptops playing DJ with a mix of old 80's songs webbed together in a medley. The atmosphere of the club was always a party house. Rose was impressed, but this wasn't quite what she wanted from him.

"This place is nice, but I'm not really into partying anymore. I would rather spend some time with you."

"Wanna go back to my office then?"

Shaking her head, Rose laughed.

"Believe me, I know what that would lead to!"

He grinned back at her, she knew him all too well. Rose thought to herself for a moment, before an idea came to her mind. One that would allow them both to indulge in pleasure for the sake of old times.

"How about I come back to your place tomorrow? You still have that pool, right?"

"Yeah, I still have the pool. Like you said before, nothing really changes in our world down south. Still have the same car, Tony still has the same yacht...I still have the pool."

Rose laughed and then smiled.

"Great, I'll come over tomorrow and we can go for a swim!"

"You still remember where my home is?"

"Of course, Coconut Grove. I think you're forgetting how much time we used to spend together there, I know the place like the back of my hand!"

"Good, I can make arrangements for tomorrow afternoon. No one will bother us."

"Wonderful, Ill see you then!"

Before leaving, Rose reached over and placed a goodbye kiss over his cheek. She waved at him as she began to walk off when it suddenly dawned on him that she had no ride back to the hotel.

"Wait! You want me to drive you back?"

She shook her head.

"No, I can call a taxi. Let's not waste precious time tonight, we have a big day tomorrow and I don't want to spoil it. Goodnight Steven, see you tomorrow."

The woman of his past blew him a kiss before walking off. Steven stood there, his eyes surveying up her glorious curves and that beautiful ass. She began to walk down the stairs to head out of the club and here he was stuck in the thoughts of old times with her. He didn't even notice his younger cousin approaching him, Ramón could see that Steven was lost in the sight before him. After noticing the presence besides him, Steven smiled and addressed his cousin.

"You look like you're having a good time..."

Ramón sighed.

"No not really, not like I was last week."

"Oh yeah, that was pretty funny. Had I not walked in on you back in the V.I.P. rooms, you would have been getting lucky."

Steven laughed at him as Ramón simply shook his head and replied.

"Yeah, yeah laugh it up! But everyone knows what goes on in your office."

Letting the comment slide and not bother him, Steven knew it was the truth. Had Rose went back to his office just minutes ago, they would be in for a world of pleasure. Tomorrow was going to be better though, the man rarely ever spent time home. With Jacob grown and in college and his wife divorced long ago, the old Coconut Grove home had become something of the past in Steven's life. His bodyguard slept upstairs and the maid were the usual company in the house. He felt rather excited for a change to be back home, Rose knew just how to make him happy. Years ago, they had quite the excitement of adventures back around his home. Just as he remembered, he was sure that she would still brag about being the only woman in his life that he fucked in every room of his large house. Not even his wife received that kind of special treatment at the height of their marriage.

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1 DAY LATER

Wind blew through the palm trees outside the home, while gray clouds filled the sky. While the view appeared to have a thunderstorm on the prowl, anyone that lived in south Florida for years knew that the weather could be deceptive. Steven had no care if it was going to rain or not, as he stood in the bedroom looking out the window at his large pool. The pool had a weird oval shape with a square cut out on the south end. It was an artistic design from decades ago but none of that mattered as it still looked brand new despite age. The mansion itself had some age to it, as most people in the neighborhood were well aware that it used to belong to a drug lord back in the 80's. Steven always found the stories funny, especially the rumors when he originally bought the house almost 20 years ago.

The old maid came walking up the stairs as she seen Steven walking out. Betty had been the house maid to this place for a long time. The days were well ahead of her when she watched Jacob grow up from a little boy to the spoiled jock athlete he was in college today. Steven wore a pair of pink swim trunks and a white robe covering him, as his maid looked him over and smiled. It had been so long since he was staying home on a week day for some fun.

"Your guest has arrived. I seen her cab just a minute ago from the window."

Before Betty could finish speaking, the door bell rang.

"Oh my, there she is. Let me get it for you."

"Thanks Betty."

Racing down the stairs, the old woman went down the hall to reach for the door. She was greeted to a familiar face that lit up in a smile at her sight. Betty didn't quite realize it at first, possibly due to the shaven head of Rose but the familiarity in voice would catch her attention.

"Hey there Betty, where's Steven?"

"Oh my, Rose! It's been a while since I last seen you. Come on in, Steven will be downstairs shortly."

Rose stepped foot into the large mansion. While looking around, it appeared that not much had changed in appearance at least. The usual large family portraits were still on the wall, along with some paintings that she had always seen. She wore a jean jacket over her body, underneath was her pale skin tucked into a red one piece bikini. Down below, a pair of basic black flip flops were under her feet. She waited patiently for a minute before she heard someone coming down the stairs. The maid had already walked off, as she had duties to tend to. Within minutes, Steven had walked down from upstairs and was now joining Rose as he smiled at her sight. She spoke up.

"This place mostly looks the same, it's as if I stepped back into a time portal and went back 11 years."

Steven walked over and took her hand to walk her to the back door where the outer area remained, still the same.

"Well, if it helps you to know, the pool still looks the same and has crystal clear water."

"I figured!"

Walking towards the back door, the memories flooded through Rose's mind. She laughed as she thought back to just how much she and Steven had fucked in this house. Anytime she was in town years ago, she went straight to his place. None of that really mattered anymore though as she stepped outside with him to see his pool indeed had remained true to her memory. She walked out onto the marble stone walkway and began to undo her jacket before throwing it off to a white chair on the side. Steven went on and did the same, throwing his robe on the opposite to another chair. Rose turned around to look at him and seen his pink swim shorts.

"So, I'm not swimming alone?"

Steven shook his head and smirked.

"Not today, baby."

She smiled back at him, kicking off her flip flops now and preparing to step into the water. The pool had a small walkway around the circular shape. It wasn't until one drifted half way into the pool where the oval shape was, did the water become somewhat deep. Rose stepped her feet into the water and then sighed. It didn't bother her at all that the sun was blocked in view from the gray clouds up above. Soon, she sunk her feet into the water and breathed in the feeling of coldness around her feet.

"The water is cold, damn! I picked the best day to come out and have some fun!"

Before he could climb down in the pool, Rose had already marched her way over to force the water to become knee deep. She turned and looked at him before floating on her back as she moved into the deeper side of the pool. She knew this pool all too well from years gone by. Steven watched her body float before he got in himself. Taking in a sigh as he felt the cold rush of the water, he splashed loudly as he moved in to join her close by. Rose reached her hand out as she sunk her body back into the water. Steven took her hand and looked over her beautiful body. The red one piece outfit made all her curves come to life, but his eyes could not move from her beautiful strongly built legs and those fantastic breasts. With them holding hands he pushed in the water to pull her towards him and spoke.

"You know, you didn't tell me why you came to Miami yesterday."

Rose moved over top of Steven, pushing her body onto his as he had pulled her to move over top of him. He loved the feeling of those big tits crushing up against his bare chest. Rose looked in his eyes and smirked.