Big Booty Bitches

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

The lights beamed down consuming brightness in a contrast of neon colors over the black stage. As soon as the music came back on, the lights changed and blinked a clip of colors before fading off. For the first Friday night partying at Disco Fever, it wasn't like any other club in South Beach that had bright lights and loud music. The dance floor was filled with bodies shaking about while a DJ set at the turn table operating everything to control the crowd's intensity. All that was downstairs, upstairs was another story.

Steven was just leaving the office upstairs after hanging up the phone with a client of his across town. The younger brother of Tony Diaz, spent most of his time working the clubs they owned instead of lavishing in the wealthy lifestyle that came with it. None of this truly bothered him. While Tony got the spotlight and fancy image, Steven could shift back and work the angles from the corner regardless if it was legal or not.

As he was leaving the club taking the walk downstairs of the spiraling neon lit staircase, his white suit caught the eye of a woman in black. A short figure stood there with a smile on her face before shouting to him.

"Steven! Long time, no see!"

Upon looking over at that face, the man instantly recognized it. Steven smiled and opened his arms as the girl came rushing to give him a hug. It was none other than Vida Guerra, a long time old friend of his.

"It's been a while Vida, how have you been?"

"Just great! Came down to see the new club and have some fun."

Moving from the hug, Steven couldn't help but get lost in those big brown eyes of hers.

"Well, I was about to leave but I want to catch up with you. It's been a long time old friend, how is the modelling stuff going?"

"Oh, not so much into that anymore. I am doing fitness training and building my body up. That's the only photo shoots I do anymore."

"Ah I see, well, let's go upstairs and you can tell me all about that."

"I thought you were about to leave?"

Steven smiled at her nodding before responding.

"Not without you in my sights, come on beautiful one."

He offered his hand out to her and then Vida winked at him before taking it. Together, they walked back up the spiraling staircase and were heading to the V.I.P. rooms where Steven had his private office. He didn't expect to find himself going back to his office tonight but Vida was an old friend and he wanted to catch up with her and find out what had been going on in her life. The music began to take a short fade as they walked through the V.I.P. halls to the point her high heels were the only thing beating a loud bass sound. Unlocking the door back to his office, the man invited Vida in the door first before himself. She lit up in a smile.

"Thank you Steven, you didn't have to do this."

"Yes I did, I haven't got to see you in what, 5 years now? You walk into one of our clubs, and I gotta take some time to catch up with you."

Steven walked across his office to the little mini bar that he had set up by the window and then called out to her again.

"What you want, babe? I'll make you a drink on me."

"Oh that's fine Steven, I want some vodka straight up..."

"Straight up? Alright babe, you got it!"

While Steven opened the cabinet to fetch the glass and prepare her drink, Vida's eyes wandered and observed the office. It was much bigger than the one she remembered he had at the previous club from years ago. Several photos hanging on the wall of achievements, and a much larger and luxurious desk this time around. She smiled at the view, noticing one of the pictures hanging high on the wall was of Steven and his son at what looked like some kind of sports pep rally. She was curious about that photo.

"Is that your boy, Steven? He looks like he's grown by now."

"Yeah, that's little Jacob alright. Just turned 22 recently, he's at the college down south of town. He just made the practice team with the Canes."

"Oh my god! That's awesome Steven!"

With two glasses of vodka made, Steven turned his attention towards her and nodded with one of the glasses in his hand.

"Yeah, here's your drink babe."

Those high heels boomed over the floor as Vida slowly walked towards him looking him in the eye. Her black dress hugged every curve of her amazing body and those nicely shaped breasts teased his eye in the low cut of the dress. Once she stopped at the bar, she grabbed the drink and held it up to his glass so they could clank them together.

"Thank you Steven, always."

"Always babe."

The two drank down their glasses together slowly, savoring the taste of the expensive alcohol. Vida's eyes wandered again over the photos on the wall before speaking up when she seen one that had a birthday cake with a big 4-0 on it.

"Your 40th birthday?"

"Yeah, that was back in March actually, I just turned 40. I don't look it do I?"

Vida bust out laughing hard at him.

"Stop, I turned 42 recently! We still look terrific for our age! At least your hair didn't start to fade into grey like your brother!"

They both cracked a hard laugh at that one. Steven wasn't going to pass up any opportunity to make fun of his brother Tony in the trusty confines where he didn't have to worry about him hearing anything such as this.

"Yeah I guess you're right about that, old boy loves to brag though like it's something to be proud of."

"Oh please, I remember Tony about 10 years ago. He looked better with brown hair than all the grey in there now. He never uses hair dye, I told him about it several times."

"Well, that's Tony for you. Hard headed and all about his own pleasure."

Vida took another sip of her glass, draining it's entirety down her throat before setting it back down and smirking up at Steven. She thought to herself about his boy and figured up the age in her head.

"Oh my god, so Jacob is 22 now and you just turned 40. I had no idea you were a father at 18 years old."

Steven blushed before finishing off his drink and then replying.

"Yeah, well that was a long time ago now. It seems weird, seeing your boy grow up before your eyes before you're even 40. I give his mother Tara a lot of credit. Even though we're divorced now and that marriage never worked since we were so young when it all happened, I don't regret it. She deserves all the credit for raising him."

"See, that's what I always liked about you Steven. I liked you more than your brother, cause you are a man that works through the problems."

Vida's eyes studied Steven as he looked back at her from the other side of the little mini bar. She carried on.

"Tony just likes to fuck things up and leave the pieces on the floor, but you...you are a man that will fix things. I always liked that about you."

Their eyes met and Vida smirked again. Steven almost wanted to lean and place a kiss on those big lips of hers but he stopped himself. She knew his weakness as a man and the little brotherly rivalry that went on between the two Latin men.

"Tell me Vida, did you ever go on Tony's yacht years ago? No, scratch that. Don't tell me if you did. I don't want to know if he ever fucked you."

A laugh blew through her lips as she ran her hand through her darn brown hair and looked back in his eyes before shaking her head with a smile.

"Never. I would never subject myself to going on that fucking boat of his."

Vida turned her face from him now and stomped her heels forward through the office, giving Steven a view of the back of her dress. The low cut revealed her back and he could see that huge ass from behind curving the rear in her tight dress. Vida carried on talking.

"I almost partied with your brother on his yacht some years back. 10 years ago as of now, it was back in 2006. He had his chance, I was willing to dance for him too...but he had other plans that day."

Steven decided to play into this little memory lane detour of hers and speak up, encouraging her to spill out the beans.

"Oh yeah, like what?"

Vida stopped walking and the laughed to herself before seriously answering his question.

"Britney fucking Spears, that's what! Oh yeah, your brother had her on his yacht that day, what a surprise. He just forgot about me entirely that night, all he talked about on the phone was Britney and it was like he just won the lottery or something. He didn't want me anymore, he wanted that slut and he got her."

Steven frowned from behind the little mini bar. He knew exactly the incident that Vida was talking about, something that was of heavy legend within the Diaz family. All 10 years ago as of today and the multiple incidents with Britney on Tony's yacht was the stuff of dreams back in the day.

"Yeah I know what you're talking about babe, kinda hard to believe it was 10 years ago as of today. Man, time flies right by when you don't even notice."

Vida turned around to look at Steven as he started to walk back from the bar and approach her.

"Tell me Steven, is it true? Did you fuck that whore too?"

The man made his approach to Vida, walking up to her with a comforting touch as he hugged her into his arms. He shook his head at the question. Vida looked back in his eyes and answered him sternly.

"Honestly, did you?"

"No babe, no I did not."

Starring in his eyes, he smiled at her. Vida had her doubts about the whole situation, but she knew Steven better after all these years. She believed him, but had to further grill him on it just to make sure he was telling her the truth.

"Are you sure? Tony told me he was calling his brother that weekend so he could share her with you. He told me you both were going to fuck that slut together as brothers."

Steven smirked and laughed at her before shaking his head. A flashback went through his mind of seeing a blonde haired girl on her knees with both hands synchronizing to a cock in each hand as they began to blow and cum all over her face. More small flashbacks went through his brain of he and Tony both fucking her at the same time. It was true, and Steven lied to Vida directly to her face.

"I didn't do it. Tony called me that day, but I turned him down. From what I know, he called Ramón and he came to the boat that day and they both shared Britney."

Vida's eyes lit up as she responded.

"Oh my, Ramón...I should've known better. I once saw her at one of your old clubs with him around the same time. He even bragged like your brother, that she gave such an amazing lap dance."

Vida snickered as she closed her eyes. Steven laughed a little and hugged her, it was hilarious listening to the jealousy of this woman but it wasn't like him not to encourage her and carry on with his big lie that she had believed.

"Well, that was Britney some years ago. She surely went through the Diaz family for sure. Tony, Ramon, Carlos...all of them except for me."

"Except for you! That's cause you got fucking class Steven, like me!"

Vida leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek and began to run her hands over his face and down his neck. Finally, he leaned in and locked lips with her. She moaned into his mouth and he squeezed her tight into his arms. As the kiss continued, Steven sprawled his hands down her black dress to find that juicy enormous ass and smack both palms into it. Vida broke the kiss with a laugh over his touch and spoke back to him.

"That is something I have missed from you right there, your touch!"

His mind was racing in many different directions. When she stepped back she could see his erection pointing straight up from his white pants. Vida grinned at the sight, while Steven moved to the desk and went to go finding something. She loosened the buttons on her dress to let her big epic breasts spill out a bit from the low cut top, and then he spoke up.

"Say what was that about dancing, Vida? You worried about some blonde singer, when you are the best dancer that money could never buy?"

She laughed at his comment and then he moved from the desk with something in his hand going to the door. The drinks from downstairs at the bar may have kicked in with the Vodka she drank with him, but Vida couldn't deny the lonely place she felt in her heart for recent months. Steven was a good man at least in her eyes, one of the few in Miami that she truly trusted to have a good time and keep it under the rug.

"Hey Steven, you fucked any girls in here yet?"

"Nope, not yet."

"Huh? You haven't taken some hot broad off the dance floor upstairs and fucked her over your desk or that little mini bar?"

That comment forced him to stop at the office door, and then turn to smirk at her holding his sign. He flashed the sign as it clearly read 'Do Not Disturb'. Vida was well aware of his dirty secrets, but Disco Fever was only a week old so there wasn't any women that had been unclothed in his office yet. A seductive smile went across her face when she seen that sign. Steven loved money more than his own life, but there was no pleasure greater than a beautiful woman. His true weakness in life was getting pussy and with Vida standing there back in his life for another day, there was no way he was turning this offer down. She grinned watching him open the door and slide that sign over the outside knob to give them total privacy. When he closed the door this time, the tables had been set for a naughty game.

"So what was that about how well I dance again, Steven?"

"Oh yeah, I was telling you that you dance better than anyone in the world, money can't buy that. Not even some millionaire blonde singer can do it as well as you can."

"That's right! Now sit down for me Steven, over there!"

Vanity was something Vida could never grow out of and Steven was pouring it on with the flattering compliments about her. He allowed her to boss him around for a bit, going and sitting in his big leather chair on the other side of the room with the little lounge area that included some standard metal chairs and a coffee table. Vida waited till he was sat down before she broke into her little striptease routine. Her mind had been all tangled up in past thoughts of other girls and how she felt above the rest of them. She unbuttoned the few buttons down her dress and then pulled the straps at the top to let it fall to the floor exposing her beautiful Cuban body in just a red bra and thong. She then stomped her heels forward to him in her strong legs and turned around and then slowly began to shake her ass at him.

Softly and slowly, she lowered that ass to his legs teasing him as it pushed into his knees a little as her hands went down below her knees and she bounced that thick phat ass to his view again. She couldn't help herself but brag.

"You see, the difference between me and those whores that your brother would rather fuck is, I don't need music to give a proper dance."

Vida turned around now, dropping her lip as she looked in his eyes. She placed her hand up on his shoulder and then she lowered herself onto his lap. Straddling her legs over the chair as she sat her beefy booty down onto his lap. Steven breathed in heavy and moaned with a big grin on his face. It was the grin of a winner, Vida smirked to him. Slowly grinding into him, he ran his hands up her bronze body, playing with one of her breasts in the bra. She got the hint for him and reached her hands back and undid the strings of her bra, letting it down onto his lap. With her big Cuban tits bouncing free, Steven instantly placed his hands onto them. Vida moaned out to him.

"Yes, that's it. Feel those titties. They are all yours tonight Steven!"

While his hands cupped and squeezed her greatly sized breasts, Vida gripped the back of the chair and went to leaning back over his lap. Her hair was like a waterfall sketch and thankfully with the weight of both their bodies, the chair didn't flip at all. From the view he could see her muscular toned stomach and that beautiful little devil tattoo that he always loved to see. She came back up, wildly swinging her hair as she continued to grind into him. Steven finally had enough of the teasing and placed a hand up in her hair to snatch her up and then kiss her lips hard. She had invoked a little rough play from him, just what she wanted. The model famous for her glorious ass moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss.

"I think I am gonna keep you up all night."

"That's fine by me babe, do it!"

A soft giggle escaped her lips after he responded to her tempting comment. She could feel his meaty cock hard under her thick massive ass just dying for her attention. Vida then began to slide herself off his lap and go down to her knees while her hands crawled up his light colored pastel blue shirt under his white suit jacket.

"If I were you, I'd get my fucking clothes off right now Steven. You know how easy I can rip that expensive suit of yours?"

He smirked looking down at her. The only thing she wore on her body were the big black high heels, the red thong and a beautiful gold watch on her left wrist. He usually preferred a woman to undress him but Vida had a point, the memories of when she ripped apart his $500 dollar suits into shreds. He stood up and threw off his jacket and then went to slowly stripping for her. Vida watched him disrobe himself from the torso exposing his nicely built chest. While Tony thought he had an athletic aged body, it was Steven that was always in good shape from his weekly work out routine at the gym. From the little strip show she got, Vida decided to help him out with the pants. Luckily he wasn't wearing a belt so all she had to do was unbutton the top button and slide that zipper down. She pushed his pants down exposing himself only in his boxer briefs with his cock sticking straight up.

To have him fully naked and at full potential to fuck her the way she wanted, she had to kick off those expensive white matching loafer shoes he had on. Steven stepped out of his pants and then Vida shoved her hand over his briefs to feel his hard cock. She looked him in the eyes before sliding them down and freeing his hard rod for her use. Vida instantly wrapped her hand around the shaft and began stroking it. Steven sat back down in the little chair behind him while the Cuban beauty made her preparations for his cock to be taken in her mouth. She looked him back in the eyes for one final go.

"Tell me how much you would rather have a real woman like me, rather than some slutty girl off the dance floor."

"Enough to put a sign on my door to keep any unwanted visitors out tonight."

Always so serious about things, Vida had grown used to Steven's attitude from the past and he had not changed one bit. She ignored his significant attitude and parted her big lips to run her tongue over the head of his cock. The long shaft was greatly prepared just for her now, taking it into her mouth and closing her lips. Vida sucked the first few inches down slowly before coming up with a loud pop noise and then looking back up at him.

"I missed your fucking cock, I'm gonna enjoy this."

She laughed as she stroked it up and down fast with her hand. She used her free hand to cup his balls and now Steven sat back and watched the show. Outside the walls of this office, the subtle sound of the music downstairs could be heard but not louder than Vida slobbering all over his cock. She sucked it back between her puffy lips and began to bob her head up and down fast. Playing aggressive the way she sucked his cock early, she suddenly came up again popping her lips off the head.

"Oh yes, mmmmm."

Looking down at his cock, Vida hacks up and then spits all over it. She looked into Steven's eyes as she took both hands and stroked his cock together, rubbing her own saliva into it as if it was lube. He grinned watching her.