Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
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Miami, Florida
The lights flickered on the dance floor, fading slowly into different colors. From one light, green turned yellow, and blue turned purple across from it. It was just another Tuesday night at Disco Fever. The evening hours had been slow, as they usually were during the weekdays. Tomorrow would likely have the fewest people during the week. Antonio had learned that Tuesday and Wednesday nights were always slow. By the time the midnight hours began, the club was often clearing out, if not for the regular customers at the bar. The regulars would stay until the wee hours of the morning, only leaving once the club finally closed within an hour from sunrise. Antonio was still running the club alongside his father, managing things from upstairs and through the V.I.P. halls. His father was gone for the night, leaving him to manage the club for the night alone. Someone else had joined Antonio earlier tonight.
Demi Rose Mawby had entered the club early after texting Antonio. She was there to turn his work night into something of a date. The buxom British model had been playing with his heartstrings for the past few months. Ever since she returned to Miami, Antonio could not go on a date without seeing her. He relished the day she and Abigail Ratchford had planned a threesome for all of them to enjoy. Demi had told Antonio that she rarely stayed in one place for an extended period of time. She explained to him what it was like to be a social influencer online. Some of her trips involved payment for staying at hotels for promotions. Her main home was in Ibiza, Spain, and Antonio could only wish to visit there. He had never stepped foot outside of Miami, let alone explored another country. He was beginning to dream about having that opportunity alongside her.
Despite the lustful experiences Antonio had enjoyed with famous women, similar to his father and uncle's own flings, it was different with Demi. He could not deny the passionate feelings he had for her. His first crush was Britney Spears, and he was able to share an experience with her on his birthday. Britney may have been his first crush, but Demi seemed to be his first true love. From the minute he awakened, she was the first person he thought about until he fell asleep. The hours seemed to fly by quickly when she was at his side in the club. Antonio knew Demi would be leaving soon, but she did not mention when. She spent the night taking selfie photos and modeling in an outfit she fixed up over the weekend. All of the photos and a short video would appear on her social media accounts later in the week. This was not the first time she used a private V.I.P. room to change outfits.
Her legs were covered in a pair of black latex pants that barely contained her giant booty. Demi had seen a magazine cover recently with Kim Kardashian wearing a pair of red latex pants. She was inspired by Kim, citing her as a major influence in her discussions with Antonio. The pants barely fit, with her thick ass looking as if it were going to explode from the tightness. Walking was made a bit more difficult, but Demi had made it down the stairs and stood in front of the bar. To complement the latex pants, Demi found a black denim jacket that was also too small for her body. Unable to button it up, she walked around the club with the jacket undone, revealing a white blouse with heavy cleavage. This shirt was ideal for snapping selfie photos of her face and breasts. Her boobs were encased in a silky black bra, only to avoid her nipples poking into the shirt.
It was worth it for her to see the shocked expression on Antonio's face when he saw her outfit. Since he had shaved his mustache, Antonio could no longer hide when he was blushing. Demi knew how to make an innocent smile to compliment a seductive outfit. Right now, she was teasing someone else. She last saw Antonio in the V.I.P. rooms. Demi stood in front of the bar, gazing at the dance floor, which was nearly empty. She counted three people on the floor: two girls and a guy who were barely making any effort to dance. The DJ was playing old hits from the 80s, mixed together in a medley. She could not recognize the song that was currently played with a slow tempo of synths and bass. Sitting behind her was a group of three men who had spent the night drinking at the bar. All of them were turned around, staring at Demi's huge ass, which became the subject of a drunken conversation.
"But can she twerk though?"
The man in the middle post began to laugh, as did his friend on the right.
"I think she's got ass implants. Either that or some injections."
Laughter broke out among all three men before the conversation continued.
"That ass is fine, but does it move?"
The man on the left side spoke. Another one laughed.
"I don't know. It looks like jelly to me. Whatchu think? Is her ass fake or is it real? I don't know!"
A sigh was heard as the man sitting in the middle shrugged.
"Can she twerk?"
Another man threw his hands up.
"Does it move?"
Their banter was interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. All three men turned to see Antonio standing near the bar, arms crossed, as he appeared to be unamused by their conversation. He wore a white blazer that matched his pants and a pink shirt underneath.
"As a matter of fact, it does move. I would know."
"What!?"
One man blurted out before another yelled.
"What are you then? Her pimp?"
Antonio moved his arms so he had room to snap his finger, alerting two bouncers behind him. The muscular men were bald, dressed in black suits. They moved to the bar as Antonio spoke again.
"Throw their sorry asses out. They've had enough to drink tonight."
Demi suddenly turned around, grinning widely as she watched the bouncers remove the trio of men.
"Wait, wait, WAIT!"
"Get your hands off me!"
The man in the middle chair stumbled to the floor as he was dragged to his feet. One man cowardly ran to the front door, leaving his friends behind to be dragged out of the club, kicking and screaming. Demi was impressed, keeping her lips curved in a grin. Antonio stepped towards her and offered his hand.
"Take me upstairs, love."
Her British accent was so elegant to hear. Antonio returned the smile as he held her hand and slowly walked Demi up to the stairs leading to the higher balcony in the club. Their next stop was that familiar white door with a gold knob. Demi squeezed his hand, walking side by side at a slow pace due to the uncomfortable feeling the latex pants gave her. It was moments like this that impressed her. Antonio revealed a softer side towards her, but she was turned on by him acting as a boss in the background with his watchful eye. He must have been watching the men drink from upstairs in his office. Demi had caught him many times gazing out the window from behind the shades. She had learned the layout of the club and knew just where to go when she wanted some privacy. As they walked through the white halls, her eyes wandered in his direction.
"I knew you would eventually show up to my rescue and throw those fools out."
Antonio blushed. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, anyone could look at him and see how smitten he was with Demi.
"Next time, you could whistle for me."
"I'm not sure you would hear that from upstairs."
He assumed she was aware he had been sitting in his office and watching from the window just moments before. Demi let go of his hand as she stepped ahead, struggling in the tight pants while stomping her heels loudly.
"Come on, Antonio. We're not going back to your office. I wanna have some fun in my own private room."
The grin on her face was enough to tell him she was certainly in a playful mood. Demi had her own reserved V.I.P. room, complete with a 'do not disturb' sign hanging from the door knob. She turned the knob, inviting Antonio in. What would be ideal for a private party room for had been enjoyed by Demi alone. A bottle of wine, an empty glass, and a magazine sat on the glass coffee table facing a white leather couch. Two other lounge chairs were off to the right side of the room, with folded outfits and a backpack that contained many of her photography tools. Demi cast a glance across her right shoulder as Antonio closed the door behind him.
"Take your jacket off and make yourself comfortable, love."
Pausing for a moment, she let out a sigh. Antonio could hear the front button of her pants come undone with a loud thump sound.
