Big Booty Bitches Ch. 32

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10 HOURS LATER

Parting in a farewell to Salma Hayek and leaving his old life behind was something Steven would've expected to feel sad about had someone told him this was the choice he would make a year ago. Back then, he couldn't have predicted to be in a moment like this from the pitch black of night in a city he only knew by frequent visits. After a few short talks with Sean over the phone, Steven was given a call by Kim herself and instructed to meet her at a specific parking lot across town no latter than 11 PM. The choice of Kim's meeting was in the back lot of an abandoned shopping mall in West Adams. Steven wasn't sure what kind of place this part of town was, but nevertheless, he found the spot. Arriving early, he stood around the empty parking lot and listened to the ambience of the night. Slight winds, cars coming and going and the sound of voices in the distance.

Kim had her own operation behind closed doors, something Steven was quite familiar with in previous years when he had done work for her. At the rise of her fame, she had become good friends with his brother back in Miami. From there, he was offered work from time to time that involved a handful of large quantity drug deals behind the scenes and blackmail. As the years went by, it seemed Kim always had her fingers deep in dirty business that helped funnel money into the numerous businesses of the Kardashian empire. Perhaps it was degrading to become one of the many trigger men working behind the scenes for her, but at least for the time being, Steven felt it was better than life back home. He figured Kim would get his foot in the door for some quick cash, at least then until he figured out what to do.

From the distance, his eyes spotted the glaring lights of a dark vehicle, followed by a second and then a third as they turned into the parking lot. This must have been Kim's arrival, Steven considered in his thoughts. The three cars pulled up, blinding him in an array of bright headlights as Steven stood there in his black suit. He raised his hand up, only in a desperate attempt to block the lights. As the cars came to a stop, the engine to the middle one had shut off, but the lights remained on. The back left side passenger door opened and then Steven could see a female figure stepping out. There was no mistaking this woman for someone else. Kim Kardashian glared back at him with a smug grin. Her long black hair split down the middle and a black jacket covering what was a white shirt underneath and then a pair of black latex pants hugging every curve of her thick body.

"Steven Diaz... Nice of you to make it. I like a man that don't waste my time."

She slammed the back door of her car shut and then clicked and clacked her heels over to greet him. Steven simply stood there, shoving his hands into his pants pockets as Kim walked her way up to him. It had been a long time since the last event that brought them face to face.

"Likewise, Kim. So where's Sean?"

"Sean is not here. This meeting is between you and me, as it should be. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No."

"Good, now let's get to the point."

Kim crossed her arms after uttering her short sentence in speech. She glared back at Steven and carried on speaking.

"Sean tells me you want in. The only problem is, I've known you for years as well as your brother and something just don't make sense to me... Why do you wanna for me?"

Before he could reply, she spoke again.

"I saw the news back in Miami about your brother's club. Shouldn't you be there with him? It's not like you to be away from Tony."

Just like that, Kim called out Steven's game and put him on the spot. She was no fool, whether he had taken her as one or not. He had to come out and tell her the truth about what was going on, for she seen him as a man in a mid-life crisis running away from something.

"I need to get away from there for a while, that's all. I'd appreciate it if you didn't call Tony and tell him. Look, let me in on some jobs here and there and give it a month or so. By then, I'll decide what I wanna do with myself. Are you alright with that?"

Kim's eyes glared back at him. She did not give him an immediate answer, instead moving her hands to push her fingers together as if the woman had serious thoughts to ponder.

"Come on, I know you've got shit to do. I can make myself useful, that's better than sitting around back home. No offense Kim, but I don't wanna talk about Tony to you. We have our differences. I'm here, he's not."

Only after Steven's interjection in words did Kim finally nod at him. Moving her hands to her hips, she replied with a smile.

"Okay, I could always use more help around here. In fact, there's a little something I need help with and I know you're the kinda guy who can get results. Come on, I'll have a job for you tomorrow. At least for now, we need to discuss some things."

She turned around and began to stomp her way back to the car, waiting for Steven. He didn't hesitate, walking his way around the opposite side of the car to get into the back passenger seat. Steven knew once he entered this car, he would take a ride down a new but all too familiar road in life. Clutching the cold metal of the door handle, he pulled it out and then climbed into the back of the car to sit down over the plush black leather seats and shut the door. Kim was directly next to him on his left hand side, offering that same smug smile she had only moments earlier. Sitting up front in the driver's seat, Steven could only make out from the back of his head that it was a black man. The car started moving, pulling out from the parking lot and driving back onto the road.

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1 DAY LATER

Miami, Florida

Light reflected from the windows across the wall of framed photos hanging in Tony's office room on the yacht. The glare moved across a clock ticking in the middle of the wall, giving the time as a few minutes past 12 PM. While the previous day had been a rollercoaster ride of emotions between Steven's sudden vanishing act and an inevitable breakup with Salma Hayek as his fiancé, today was a fresh day. It was hard for him to dwell on Salma with a case of the blues after Jennifer had walked back into his life and offered a shoulder to lean on. She had soothed his nerves before having a date to themselves at the newly reopened night club. Jennifer's appearance had made local news and celebrity gossip websites online. With a few calls from publicists and Jennifer's agent, Tony now expected to at least hear about Disco Fever in a monthly publication of tabloid rags soon.

It wasn't negative publicity, though Tony did worry about it effecting Jennifer's image. She had told him not to worry about it, for they would eventually have to tell the public about their relationship if it were to continue and become more serious. Over the course of the past few days, they had started having those once difficult conversations between one another. To wait so long in a friendship to finally take that risk for a long term relationship was something that had scared him for so long. Tony had known Jennifer for years but prior to now, they had mostly limited themselves as friends with benefits or the occasional 'booty call' she would tease him with. All of that had changed now and sooner than later, they would have to face the public about their relationship.

While sorting through his file cabinet, Tony stopped for a moment to let out a sigh. He stood in a simple white shirt and wearing shorts, for he had spent the better part of the afternoon on his boat handling phone calls and checking over business. His right hand index finger moved across various folders from within the open drawer, looking for something he had not touched in some years hidden at the back of the cabinet. Tony wanted to go over budget documents relating to his father's clubs from over thirty years ago and compare the adjusted gross income to a measure for his own. While he stood there and pulled out folders, checking for what was what, footsteps were heard in the distance and then a voice shouting out to him from behind.

"Tony, there you are! What are you doing, honey?"

Glancing back, Tony smiled to Jennifer. She stood in a blue top, matching booty shorts down below and her long hair fixed up in a pony tail. While offering a smirk, she ran her hand up the frame of the door as if to tease him with her presence.

"Hey babe, I'm looking for some old papers, that's all."

"Really? You know, you should hire an assistant to help you with that stuff. I was about to go all over this boat looking for you."

He laughed, clutching the old folder in his hand and then tossing it over the desk behind him. Jennifer spoke again.

"I want you to call off tonight. You can call your son and tell him to be manager tonight at the club. I've got something special planned for us."

"Something special?"

Jennifer nodded, eyes locked on his as she softly smiled and walked her way into the room. Tony stepped his way over to her, standing face to face and gazing into her deep brown eyes. She threw her arms around his neck, playfully running her fingers through the back of his hair.

"I'm gonna take you out to dinner tonight. You had a rough day yesterday and I think you could use some fresh air."

Leaning forward, her lips softly kissed his and then Tony blushed. He moved his hands over her hips and nodded back to her.

"Alright babe, that's kind of you. I'll go ahead and make those phone calls, but where exactly are we going?"

She pulled away from him, stepping back and then quirking her eyebrows up.

"It's a surprise, but trust me when I say you're gonna have a good time tonight."

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3 HOURS LATER

After one phone call with his father, Antonio clutched his phone and gave a call to Demi Rose Mawby. Over the weekend since their meeting, he had promised her help with securing some photo shoots within the walls of Disco Fever. Figuring it would help with online publicity to the club and further the benefits between their lustful friendship. The only obstacle in his path was pulling the event from under the curtain without his father's knowledge. The club was closed in the day time until 5 PM, making for a decent window in the time frame to pull off a photo shoot before the entire staff showed up to prepare for a busy night. Demi appeared satisfied with his efforts in their conversations over the phone. Immediately after hanging up, Antonio wasted no time getting dressed and making the trip across town.

Demi arrived with her photographers whom Antonio had to give security clearance to. She promised the photo shoot wouldn't take long and then she would dismiss of her crew. Arriving with a bag of outfits, Demi explained that she was modelling for a lingerie line with a fashion company. Antonio was willing to engage a back and forth conversation with her detailing out most of the outfits she would model and post her photos on social media as a way of earning an easy check for advertising. Demi didn't waste any time picking spots around the club where she would stand and pose for various photographs. When she had to change an outfit, she went beyond the closed door of the V.I.P. halls to find privacy from there.

The photo shoot lasted little more than hour and Demi was done. Antonio had ventured off to his office, not witnessing many of the photos snapped. Only the start, where she had modelled in a tiny thong and bra in neon green colors. That outfit didn't stay on her thick, lovely body for long. Back in his office, he had the opportunity to peak from the mini-blinds covering his window to see her photo shoot from the empty club, but it wasn't something he truly desired. It was different from him after their first meeting when he was able to experience her full sensual side in complete privacy. Trying not to think about her in such a way, Antonio sat at his desk and decided to browse the internet through his smartphone. Across the desk in his office was a small couch with a white leather surfacing matching the others in the V.I.P. rooms. Antonio did not do much interior decorating of his office, going with simplistic art deco designs. Getting up from his desk chair, he went to walk towards the couch when there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Come in!"

He stepped back, watching the door open and then Demi walked in, her heels clacking loudly across the floor. Her long brunette hair was made up into a high pony tail with a few strands of hair loose, dangling down the left side of her face. Down below, her large breasts were barely contained in a tight bikini top with green leaf patterns over the fabric. Below her thick and curvy waist, she wore a matching V shaped thong in the same color, going along with a silky swim robe. She closed the door, stomping her way over to him while dropping the swim robe in a seductive manner. Antonio's eyes instantly gazed down at her heavy cleavage as she began to speak.

"I wanted to say thank you for letting me do this."

His glanced back up to see her smiling face. Antonio blushed, grinning wide beneath his mustache. Her outfit was far different from his, as he was wearing a white blazer jacket unbuttoned, matching his pants with a purple shirt underneath. He purposely wanted to wear the same jacket from the night they had met.

"It was my pleasure, Demi."

"I'm gonna have my agent tag Disco Fever and Miami as the location when the photos are posted on my Insta account, so don't worry. It will rake in millions of views, free publicity for you."

She gave him a goofy wink to top off her small speech in that adorable English accent. Antonio laughed, stepping his way closer to her. As he drew closer, Demi slid the robe down her arms to reveal her curvy and buxom figure. Her eyes gazing back up at him and she spoke in a low voice.

"We've had our business first this time, so... I don't think I have to ask if you wanna indulge... in a little something more private between us?"

The robe dropped to the floor and then Demi stepped back. She grinned, placing her hands on her hips and flexing her muscular thick legs before him. She began to turn to her side when Antonio stepped forward, moving his hands up to cup her face and then lean in for a soft kiss. Demi responded by shoving her breasts up against his chest, kissing him back with a flare of passion and then turning around to reveal her giant booty to him. Demi leaned back and then brushed her ass up against his crotch, listening to him let out a slight moan. She giggled and turned back to face him as Antonio wrapped his arms back around her for another passionate kiss. He was too easy in her small act of seduction, already losing control of himself completely. Upon breaking the kiss, Antonio ran his hands up to her huge boobs and squeezed them from within the bra.

"Ohhhhhhh... You want these big tits, lover boy?"

Demi spoke in a low tone, noticing that his eyes never glanced away. Antonio squeezed them again. Demi reached behind her neck with both hands and untied the strings of her top, allowing it to fall into the grasp of his hands. He tossed it to the floor and then moved his hands over her firm bare breasts, squeezing at them. Antonio and Demi moaned together, their voices mixing into a chorus as her nipples hardened up against his palms. Giving them one last squeeze, he dropped his hands and now stepped back to her. Antonio began to take his jacket off as Demi noticed the couch over against the wall. He discarded his jacket by throwing it over to his desk as she took his hand and began to walk him across the room over to the couch. Antonio immediately pulled away from her hand and went to sit on the couch but not before unbuttoning the front of his pants.

"Let me handle this for you."

"I wasn't gonna stop you."

She giggled at his reply. As he stood in front of the couch, Demi lowered herself down to her knees and slid the zipper of his pants down. She then used both hands to tug his pants and underwear down, watching as his semi-hard cock came flopping out and nearly smacking her face. Demi wrapped her right hand around it, gazing up at him as she bit down on her lower lip.

"Mmmmm, this is what I wanted."

As she began to wank his cock back and forth with her hand, Demi spoke again.

"How much time do we have? I know you've gotta get this place ready soon."

Antonio glanced over at the clock hanging on the wall behind his desk and then shook his head at her. At least for the time being, they had an hour window to have some fun before the first staff employees arrived.

"We've got at least an hour, don't worry about time!"

Demi didn't reply in words, instead she parted her lips and enveloped them around the head of his cock. Shoving her hand down to the base of his rod, she wasted no time beginning to suck and slobber her way down his length. Antonio took a deep breath, exhaling as he was getting to experience this woman for a second time in only a matter of days. Demi let out a muffled moan as she devoured her way down the length of his cock. Pulling her lips back to the head, she released it with a loud popping sound and then took a deep breath. Starting off sensually, Demi gazed up at his face and then licked her lips. She moved both hands to grip his shaft, wanking it up and down. It seemed that she was going to start off slow, but that changed the second Demi pushed the head of his dick back into her mouth.

Another muffled sound was heard as she closed her eyes and then Antonio began to watch her furiously bob her head up and down. The British glamour model princess sucked inch after inch, slobbering her way over his shaft aggressively. He let out a loud moan, moving his hand to the back of her head while her pony tail slightly shook and bounced down her back. He expected a slow start, but Demi had blown Antonio's expectations away when she pushed her lips all the way down, swallowing every last bit of his cock to force the head to reach the back of her throat. After a moment, she gagged and then pulled her lips back up, releasing his cock to exhale deeply. She looked back at it and then spit over his shaft, using her right hand to grip it once more and wank him back and forth. When her big brown eyes gazed up at him, he spoke.

"Going a little fast huh? You know we have time to burn and make this really last."

"No, we really don't have that kind of time you want."

Pumping her hand down the base of his wet cock, she spit on it again and spoke once more.

"I know how little time an hour is for a club like this. Someone might decide to come in early, so I'm gonna double-time this with you."

Done speaking for now, Demi went back down on his cock and began to suck it again. Antonio took a deep breath, moving his hand out of her hair and then raising his head up to cry out.

"Ohhhhhhhh, fuck yes!"

Once again, her lips bobbed up and down his shaft as Demi went slow at first before aggressively devouring him inch after inch. Down below she moved her hands over her breasts as a subtle hint for what was next to come. Antonio had noticed this as he glanced down, watching her every move. If she wanted to act in a hurry like this, he at least wasn't going to stop her as long as was able to get a second round experiencing his cock stuffed between those huge breasts. He waited until she pulled her lips back at the head again to release his cock once more and then he screamed at her.

"Put it between your tits!"

Demi flashed her teeth in a grin as she held her breasts up.

"You wanna fuck these titties, lover boy?"

"Oh yeah, I sure do!"

She giggled hearing the enthusiasm that came out of his voice while moving her boobs to trap his cock between them. Antonio watched as his cock was entirely smothered, disappearing between the folds of her massive tits. Once she squeezed them together, he moved his hands to push down on the cushions of the couch behind him and began to buck his hips hard. Demi moaned, glancing down to watch the head of his shaft poke up.