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Big Booty Bitches Ch. 30

bycadeauxxx©

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

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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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