Big Booty Bitches Ch. 11

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 usual hot day down in south Florida had unfolded following the morning hours. The sun was up, shining in the typical way as the heat was slowly fading on in the afternoon. Rain had washed away from the previous week and looking at Tuesday afternoon, this was going to be a hot week. Across town, a BMW car remained park outside by the docks. Tony had things to tend to for the morning with an associate of his and the dealing of a Scarab powerboat. A luxury speed boat seemed like a nice toy to blow some money on and have for himself. Since the recent success of his major night club, his pockets were burning to spend cash left and right. Despite his older body, his mind still had old habits with the use of money.

Slipping on his Aviator sunglasses, the wind rustled across his yellow button up shirt. It was too hot right now to go out in dark colors, so he chose white pants and went for a casual look today. His feet stomped over the wooden walkway of the pier, while his eyes looked over the dozens of boats on both sides. The dock was always full, some even lived on the boats out here. He walked down to the end of the pier where he seen his old friend Alberto waiting for him. The old man was quickly losing his hair as he reached his 60's in age, but a big grey mustache over his face always made him look the same. Tony smiled, as he went to hug his old friend.

"Buenos días, Alberto...It's always good to see you, old one."

"Yeah, likewise Tony. I hope you're finally buying this thing for real, I've had a couple offers so far but nothing has pleased me."

The old man nodded to Tony and pointed over to the right for him to take a look at the boat himself. In bright pastel blue with purple fading pink stripes over the sides, it was a thing of beauty from another decade. Alberto spoke up once more.

"What you're looking at is a Wellcraft Scarab 38' KV, 1987..."

"She's quite the beauty..."

"I've had the engine repaired as of a few months ago, new paint, new vinyl interior. She's all yours if you can give me around 34 grand for it."

"Just 34 grand, seriously?"

Alberto looked over at him and sighed.

"I'm pretty sure that ain't asking for too much, considering that yacht you live on across this place. Now, I've known you since you were a little kid and I knew your father before you were born, so no trying to cheap talk me."

Tony just laughed at the old man. It was true, he had remembered Alberto long ago when he was a child. It was funny how long ago that was, back in those days he had a head full of hair. He smiled back at his old friend.

"I would never try to cheap talk you, I hope you believe that. I might do that to someone else, but not you."

"Yeah, yeah, right...So 34 grand, eh? You're lucky I am going easy on you, a collector from Spain is offering me 50 thousand. Says this boat is identical to one used on a TV show back in the 80's. There's no telling how much I could get for it, if I really wanted the money."

Sighing, Tony simply nodded.

"That's fine, that's fine. We got a deal. We can meet tomorrow, I'll swing by and sign the deed and give you a check."

Alberto quickly pointed his finger at him.

"No check! Cash, I want to see green!"

"Fine, you got it. Cash tomorrow, I'll get it for you."

"Yes, thank you. I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Adios, old timer!"

The wind blew, as Tony began to walk off from the old man. Something seemed strange with his demand for having cash for the transaction. Alberto had been an old friend of his father's time, a former drug smuggler back in the 70's and 80's during the era of the cocaine cowboys. His specialty had been speed boats, after retiring from the business, he moved into doing shows and auctions for luxury boats. Still, Tony had to wonder why he was so desperate for cash. Albert had two sons, who were known to be fuck ups in and out of jail for various crimes. He hoped that this wasn't a bad situation to deal with his sons, but Tony didn't feel it was right to stick his nose in family business that didn't concern him.

Walking down the pier, a short woman was approaching his way in a grey T-shirt with a tiger over it. The shirt was tucked into a pair of stonewashed blue jeans, with a leather belt around the loops. Her face was covered in a large pair of dark sunglasses and a white hat. At first, Tony didn't pay her no attention until she smiled and waved her hand. She called out to him in a thick accent.

"Excuse me, Señor Diaz?"

"Yes? Who are you?"

The woman reached her hand to remove her sunglasses and look into his face with her own brown eyes. She gave a smirk before introducing herself.

"Salma..."

Tony looked at her with a shocked expression over his face. Her strong accent was very telling but now the face and to see her in casual clothes. There was no mistaking it, Salma was her first name and Hayek had to be the second. He looked behind himself to gaze back at the pier before he looked back at her and responded.

"Salma Hayek, ay, dios mio! How...how did you come all this way to find me?"

She giggled at him.

"When one puts their mind to something, it's amazing what they can accomplish."

"So...I take it you wanted to meet me for something?"

"Yes."

She smiled at him before reaching into her pocket to hand him a card. The card was a party invitation, just the excuse that Salma needed to seek him out. Tony took the card and looked at it before his eyes looked back at her face. She spoke again, her thick Mexican accent coming out in her words.

"You have been invited to a yacht party across here, in Miami Beach. The party is just 5 hours away on schedule, can you promise to be there?"

Smiling up at her, Tony couldn't figure if she was serious or not. This woman would seek him out all this way for a party? He had to flirt with her for the time being.

"Maybe, can you promise to be there?"

Salma laughed again.

"Only if you are coming alone...I need a date, and I hear you are the new Mr. Big in town, I want to be there with you."

With a big grin over his smug face, Tony nodded to her.

"You'll get your wish, Salma. It's my pleasure."

"No, the pleasure is all mine. See you later, señor Tony."

She turned around and began to walk off, giving him a view of her strong legs in the pair of jeans. Salma had an ass to die for and Tony's eyes watched it, just as she stomped off the pier and faded away in his vision. Suddenly, he forgot all about the deal with Alberto and she was the only thing on his mind. Tony had heard stories about Salma over the years, but never had met her in person. It seemed so surreal to him that she would search him out like this, but he already figured in his mind that she probably had traced his steps here from talking to Maria. Whatever the case, he wasn't about to blow the opportunity to go to a party with this woman as his date.

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4 HOURS LATER

Going back to his home of the yacht, Tony took a shower and decided to dress sharp for the day. This was an unexpected invitation that forced him to make some last minute phone calls to his assistant to put things on hold with business for the day. He didn't want to blow the perfect opportunity for this date. He dug out his black pinstriped suit, one that he had barely worn over the years and put on a white undershirt. It was a basic look, but it worked. The address on the invitation card was out in South Beach, a short distance drive over the Venetian Causeway and down the east side.

Once he had arrived, he pulled the BMW up into the parking spaces, seeing as some cars were already there. Tony figured if he showed up an hour early, maybe he could catch Salma before boarding the yacht. From the distance to his left, he could clearly see the boat and a number of security guards that would be checking invitations. He got out of his car and walked around the pier, looking over the water. The worst part about waiting was the fact that Tony did not have any idea what Salma's plan was. Did she want to meet him on the boat at the party or before? Nevertheless, he hoped that she would be here before the show. While standing there overlooking the water, it didn't phase Tony to hear the loud sound of what he thought was heels. A voice alerted him to her presence.

"You've arrived early, señor Tony."

He turned around and was greeted to Salma standing before him in a black dress. Diamond ear rings and an expensive necklace glimmered in his eyes. Her signature heavy cleavage was enough to distract his eyes from her beautiful aged face. No matter how much older she got, she aged like fine wine and was so beautiful. He smiled at her, nodding.

"Salma, I came here early so we could board the yacht together. I wasn't sure what you wanted."

She laughed softly, before smiling.

"Very good, I wanted to see how serious you were at first."

"Oh, that's kinda silly to wonder. You think a man like me is going to pass up having you as a date?"

"I like to see dedication before I make a move, now shall we board the boat before the party, señor Tony? I am friends with the owner, so we can beat all the other guests here."

He nodded to her.

"I would like that, and you don't have to call me that. Just call me Tony."

"And you just call me Salma!"

Offering her hand out to him, she smiled big. Everything had went so fast in the past few hours, Tony felt like he was in a dream or in a film. He took her hand and together, they marched towards the bridge to board the massive yacht. Once they came close, the sound of Salsa music could be heard playing through speakers. They approached the bodyguards and security at the entrance, only for them to nod and allow them to walk up the steps to board the boat. Together, hand in hand and step after step, the two of them made it up behind Salma's loud heels stomping. Taking their first steps onto the boat, they were greeted with louder music and a man in a white suit approaching them. He smiled towards Salma as he offered his hand to Tony.

"It's so nice to see you again Salma, and what a pleasure it is to meet you, Tony Diaz."

Tony shook his hand, while nodding. Who was this guy? He had never seen him before and Tony knew every major player with a wallet in Miami. Salma turned to look over at Tony and spoke up.

"This is my good friend Frank, I don't believe you two have met."

"No, we haven't."

Looking over the man, Tony replied curiously. The man spoke up.

"Frank Cavaletti, it's wonderful to finally meet you. I've heard nothing but good things about you."

"Well yeah, I wish I could say the same. I usually know everyone important in this town but I haven't heard of you."

"That would be because, I am not from here. I come from New York, maybe looking to set up some newer business associates. You would be a prime candidate, Mr. Diaz."

Tony thought for a few seconds before nodding to him.

"We can talk about that some other time, I like that."

Beyond the aged face of Frank, he smiled showing his teeth in a somewhat sinister smile.

"Very well, I hope you enjoy the party."

Salma pulled at Tony's arm to distract him. She spoke up to alert his attention.

"Come on, let's have a good time."

Together they walked away from Frank and down the side of the main deck of the yacht. He took a deep sigh, missing the home of his own yacht at the moment. It had just crossed his mind that Salma's intentions from hours ago may have been to force him into this meeting with Frank. He had never heard of the man but he clearly knew that there was something under the rug about him. Looking over the railing of the yacht down at the water, the orange sun in the sky looked beautiful among the clouds. Tony spoke up to Salma.

"So let me get this straight, you were sent by him to bring me to this party. Am I correct?"

Salma watched his fingers grab a hold of the gold metal railing under them. She gazed back up into his eyes before responding.

"You're correct on half of it."

Tony shook his head while looking at the sunset before him, watching the bright light shine between buildings from across the water.

"I knew it was too good to be true. I mean, you...Salma Hayek of all women in this world asking me for a date?"

Placing her hand down onto his, Salma looked into his eyes while the wind slightly blew through her black hair.

"I said half! You were correct in half, I had my own reasons for seeking you out."

He looked back into her face and smirked.

"Oh yeah, like what?"

Salma laughed and shook her head.

"I'm not telling you yet! Now let's enjoy this party!"

She walked off leaving him alone at the railing of the boat. Taking a minute to get his mind together, Tony figured he might as well have some fun. It was probably the only chance he would get at having a date with Salma Hayek. He couldn't help but feel that something was mysterious about her, already he wanted to know what this second reason was that she hinted to. Walking away from the rail, he joined her out by the deck. The salsa music was playing loudly through the speakers. Tony thought for a minute how cheap Frank must have been just to use stereo surround sound to pump out music. If this was a party under Tony's name, he would have paid a live band. Salma offered him a hand to dance with her.

"Come on, let's see if you can dance!"

This wasn't the kind of dancing that Tony witnessed every night back at his club. She offered her hand to him and moved to take him into her grasp. A slow dance to some salsa music was far from what he was used to. Salma pushed her body up to him, watching his eyes look down into that amazing cleavage of her dress. He looked back into her eyes while their feet moved along the spot of the deck. Behind them, more people were beginning to join the party around them. Tony looked at her and smirked.

"This is far from the kind of dancing that I see nightly."

Salma smirked.

"Oh, I believe you. I'm not the kind of woman that gets a kick out of grinding on some dirty dance floor around lots of people."

"Yeah, I can see that."

Throwing her hand out, she let him break from dancing with her. Salma then put up both her hands and slowly rocked to the beat without a care of the people around them watching. Tony got the impression that she was a woman who acted her age, unlike him. Only two years apart and she quickly established that she wasn't a club girl trying to live out their youth past 40. Stepping his feet back towards her, Salma offered her hand again and pulled him close. This time, she pressed her body into him and let him feel her glorious breasts pushing up to his chest in her dress. She liked watching his eyes look down and then back up into her eyes. Thankfully for him, the song came to an end in the next seconds forcing them to stop dancing.

"Thank you for that!"

Salma smiled big, showing her perfect white teeth. She may have been an older woman now, but her beauty had aged better than any fine wine he had ever seen. She took his hand, walking him away from the main deck and back to where they previously were standing. The glare of the sunset moved to illuminate her face as she smiled back at him. Something else however, was lingering on the man's mind. He just had to know.

"You know, you never told me what was the point of finding me. Seriously baby, why did you want to meet me?"

Looking over at him, she smirked before speaking.

"It's simple. I like men around my age. I recently turned 50, I know you're 48, so we're close in age..."

Tony nodded.

"And? I know it can't just be because of that."

Smirking at him, Salma didn't want to reveal the true reason how she knew of him. There was something better that she knew would be easier to gain his attention for the rest of the evening.

"So far, I know you have a big wallet. Everyone in town knows that. There's just one more thing to find out if it's big..."

Her eyes gazed down, giving him an obvious hint if he didn't realize it from her words. Salma knew exactly what she wanted and now, Tony grinned big while nodding his head.

"There's only one way to find out."

Salma couldn't help but giggle a bit. Glad, she was that he managed to take her hint. Tony spoke up again.

"Wanna go back to my yacht with me? Ya know, this boat may be nice but I got something better."

Shaking her head, she couldn't deny the ego stroking that was going on. She knew men like him had massive egos about their wealth and their toys. Salma simply smirked. It was a good thing they did not drink out here at the party, she wanted Tony to be completely sober for when he took her on in the bedroom. A man needed stamina to fully satisfy her once the clothes came off.

"Yeah, let's go there right now. Forget this party and just, take me to your yacht!"

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30 MINUTES LATER

Wasting no time, Tony drove Salma back to his yacht where he returned. The wait made it feel like an eternity, but that simply was due to the desire he had to embrace a passionate night with this woman. Salma had it in her mind to make him feel like a king, if that was truly possible. It would be difficult since he already had enough wealth and the ego to feel like a supreme man, but she was still confident that her smoldering seduction could not be topped by other women. Within the walls of his yacht, she wasn't up for a tour of how nice the place was. Tony brought her right down into his master cabin where the bed awaited and now, she looked into his eyes while kissing his lips. Slow and steady, their tongues danced along one another. He moaned into her mouth before she pulled away to break the kiss.

Salma stepped back from him. The low lights above was just enough to make the diamonds in her ear rings dazzle and shine to his eyes. She gave him a smile, as she went to undo the back of her dress. His eyes were already starring down at that lovely, magnificent cleavage. It was the stuff of legends, Salma's rack was something many men all around the world had dreamed of for years. She looked up at him and spoke in her thick accent, questioning him.

"You know what the most expensive dresses in the world are made for?"

Tony smirked while unbuttoning his jacket, he answered her with a nod.

"Yes, to be taken off."

"Exactly!"

She placed her hand up on his jacket to stop him from stripping it off. Shaking her head, she quickly responded.

"No, you let me take that off! You finish this dress first, el grande!"

He laughed at her. The Spanish words for 'big boy' in her accent was enough to make him chuckle.

"El grande? I like that one, baby!"

"I knew you would!"

Both of them laughed as Salma turned around, allowing him the ease to unzip the back of her dress and let it peel off. As Tony's eyes could see her olive colored skin on her back, he let the dress fall. Watching her take her hands and push it down as she revealed herself in nothing but a black thong. She didn't need a bra thanks to the dress that already offered support that pushed up her breasts. Turning around, Salma looked at him while stomping her high heels out of the dress, leaving it there on the floor. Tony's eyes looked at her amazing beauty up front, hypnotized by the Mexican goddess that stood before him. She grabbed a hold of his jacket and spoke.

"Now, it's my turn to undress you!"

Her hands snatched at his jacket hard. Tony threw his arms out so he could allow it to slide off once she got it unbuttoned. Next, Salma ripped his white shirt without a care in the world. Was he really going to complain? Absolutely not, it didn't matter how expensive that shirt was at all. This was one of the most beautiful women in the world and he allowed her to rip the buttons out of their stitches. Once his shirt was pulled apart, she ran both her hands up his hairy chest. Tony moaned, looking down into her eyes as he felt her fingers trailing all over his skin. Salma moved down, resting on her knees as she undid his belt now. Sliding it off, she watched his pants drop to the floor before shoving his underwear down. His large cock sprang to life and slapped across her face.