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
Heavy bass boomed through the mega speakers of the luxurious nightclub while the neon lights traveled over the dark ceiling. 'Disco Fever' was one of the hottest clubs in South Beach at the moment, the grand re-opening a memorable club going back to the 1980's had come back on Friday and currently it was a Sunday night fast approaching the midnight hour but that was not stopping anyone in the club from having a good time. The dance floor was loaded with shaking their asses off and the bars were loaded with people ordering the next rounds of shots to guzzle down their throats. Upstairs to the luxurious club was another party going on behind the V.I.P. rooms involving the high profile clients of celebrities and people with power. It was there, that Tony Diaz sat himself as proud owner watching a small private party with some of his close friends. With his brother Steven next to him and assistant Maria, they laughed and clapped their hands at the most valuable friend of the evening.
"Shake that! Yeah!"
Standing in front of Tony was a voluptuous curvy body that quickly spun around with a glass of wine in her hand. Laughter filled the room as the body bent over in the tight black pants she wore that matched her little black shirt and hair curled up in a big pony tail. Her heels were audible stomping onto the floor but all eyes were centered on one thing only; that ass. The gigantic round size shook with thunder as it moved to a random beat to what the music was blaring from downstairs.
"I mean, just holy shit look at that thing."
"Bigger is always better, let me tell you that."
Laughter was shared through out the room as Steven got the last word replying to his brother. The curvy woman spun around with a smile over her gorgeous face and then she looked down over at Steven as she sipped down her wine but not before replying to that comment.
"Don't you know! You two never can get enough of it!"
Tony clapped his hands laughing at her. The woman standing before him was none other than Jennifer Lopez, a long time friend of his and a woman with an ass to die for. From the corner of the room stood Maria who was laughing as well at the whole situation. The young blonde girl looked over at the older woman and then spoke in her thick southern accent.
"Don't I recognize you from somewhere?"
Jennifer laughed. She didn't want to spoil the surprise of a possible younger fan not knowing who she was, only it was Steven across the small room that looked at her as if she had just stepped off a spaceship.
"Maria, that's Jennifer Lopez. Why wouldn't you recognize her?"
Tony clapped his hands and bust out laughing hard. Perhaps the alcohol was starting set in with him, but he couldn't help himself. Jennifer blushed, covering her face from laughing before the man of the hour spoke.
"Maria, you didn't know J-Lo was my good friend did you?"
"Um, no! I would have never guessed it! I just started working for your office a month ago!"
"Be easy on her Steven, be easy...this one hasn't gotten used to how we run business around here."
Jennifer sipped down her wine as Tony now turned his attention back to her.
"So, you like the club babe? It was nice having you here tonight with us."
"Oh yeah, I think it's amazing! But it's getting late about now and I better get back to my place for the evening."
Tony frowned a bit before giving a fake smile. He didn't want Jennifer to leave, not without him but that didn't stress his mind at least for now. She picked up her purse and stomped her heels to the door before turning around to face him one last time.
"Call me tomorrow, I might be up for some fun!"
Tony waved to her and his brother standing behind him did the same.
"Night Jennifer!"
"Night!"
"Goodnight boys!"
Her curvy figured left the room, swinging the private door shut behind her and now it was time to climb down the stairs and head for the back exit where she could get some privacy. Jennifer sighed to herself, it wasn't like her to leave a party like this when she was on vacation but as long as she had known Tony over the years she experienced his better parties in private within the quiet walls of his mega yacht. Soon Jennifer was to retire back home at her obscure Miami mansion home decked out on Star Island. It was her getaway place for a vacation. With a couple weeks all to herself with no planned filming or music work she seen Miami as a playground for her to have some wild fun since she knew her body aged better than any fine wine in the world.
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1 DAY LATER
The afternoon hours had struck across the clock but the hot sun had been up in the sky for far too long. Tony had only been awake for an hour back on his yacht appropriately named 'Love Boat' moored off the west side of Miami. He sat in his office within the yacht, going over a sheet of income spending for the month. The office was decorated in life achievements of the aging Colombian man. His 49th birthday was fast approaching around August and his light brown hair began to grey but nothing could stop him from living out like his youth. His body was still in amazing athletic shape and the man still had his life made as some kind of celebrity in the vacation paradise home.
How Tony made his money was something of a mystery. Rumors dating back to the mid 1990's was that he had family from the old cocaine cowboys days that funded a wealth with nightclubs all over Miami and the South Beach area. The only real concrete fact was that his father before him did run a number of disco clubs across the city before mentoring both sons into the business. Tony had his younger brother Steven more or less to thank for helping maintain the business to being a multi-millionaire and now soon to be reaching his middle ages of the 50's, the time would soon be dawning that little Junior would reach the age of 21 and undergo the mentoring that had now been passed down a generation of the family.
But all that was something not currently on his mind. The pictures on the wall of his office showed him with numerous famous celebrities partying it up, his true lifetime achievements. At the moment, he was thinking about a specific woman that had numerous photos with and who had he spent quite a lot of time with going back the last 15 years. It was time to give Jennifer a call since she had dropped in on his club the night before. All he could think about was all the great times they had on his yacht, most of it ending in complete nudity and messy rooms.
Maria knocked on the door to the office forcing Tony to press the buzzer door to invite his assistant in. She swayed her young hips walking over to his desk with a folder in her hand.
"These are the files you requested from the bank, got them for you."
"Thank you Maria, greatly appreciate it."