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.
This story was written for a good friend of mine, and it is dedicated to you Florian! Special thanks to all of my fans who have been requesting a new J-Lo story the past few years, hope you enjoy this!
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Miami Beach, Florida
Reflections were cast beyond the glass tile wall as the shadows moved beyond a white wall. A man gripped the black metal rail of the spiraling staircase, stepping his way up slowly until he was blinded by the sunlight peaking through the window on the left side of the hallway. Up the stairs led to a door. Once the door knob was turned, the white walls became a different color in a light pink hue. Sunlight beamed through the uncovered windows inside for what was a private bedroom, fixed up with a large king size bed and gold sheets, black pillows and matching rugs down below that covered the marble floor. A reflection was visible when glancing down to see the textures of the glossy floor surface. Taking one look into the quiet bedroom to make sure everything was set and ready for her arrival, Florian shut the door and went back down the staircase.
His hand gripped the cold metal railing once again as he slowly worked his way down the spiral to go downstairs of this luxury condo on the west end of South Beach Miami. The living room had little furniture but enough to make someone comfortable when gazing out of the glass walls on the right side, offering a view of the water and extending bridge that connected Miami Beach back to the other city. Art Deco had been the theme for the interior, fitted with light pastel colors as the choice from a special woman who could afford such grandiose luxury. Florian ran his hand through his short brown hair after he got to the end of the staircase. A day like this hidden away in a home like this was not out of the ordinary for a man like him.
At thirty-one years of age, he was in the midst of his third year of working as a personal assistant to Jennifer Lopez. A native from Germany, his family carried connections in Hollywood that went back two generations. Florian was hand-picked by Jennifer to accompany her when she had signed a deal to appear in two big budget films back at his family's studio. Why she had chosen him, he was not sure but when a woman of her nature wants you, he knew better than to say no. With a short stature, he complimented his build by dedicating a good bit of time every week to gym training. As he began to work for Jennifer three years ago, one of his early jobs became accompanying her to gyms where he often trained alongside her.
It took some time, but he had built his muscles up as a way to try and earn something more than Jennifer's trust. It was funny to Florian that she had hand-picked him as an assistant when she was a woman he had long crushed on. He remembered spending many nights in college watching her music videos and indulging himself in the fantasy of her world famous ass. It was a different situation when the same woman had become his boss and was signing his paychecks, but it wasn't anything he could complain about. Florian's uncle had been known in many social circles in Hollywood as a savvy PR manager when it came to celebrities with scandals and dealing with rumors. Sometimes he felt this life was his destiny to be involved in away from his home country, but more than anything Florian was drawn to Jennifer and she soon realized it in the passing years.
Miami was a town Florian and Jennifer spent much time in when she needed a break from her career with filming, music or when handling her family. She had a mansion on Star Island, but the condo had been a recent purchase that Jennifer had plans to use for her own needs. Florian had a feeling of what she had been hinting to last year when she explained to him how she wanted the interior decorating to be for this condo. Much money had been spent on a downstairs gym and a swimming pool room which told Florian that she planned to spend much time there alone with someone. Whether it would be him or another man, it was none of his business. Florian did not poke his nose in Jennifer's personal life. Respecting her privacy was one of the ways their friendship began to grow beyond a business related relationship.
Last year had been a chaotic turn of events. Following Florian's thirtieth birthday, he had to leave Jennifer behind to tend to some family members with a passing. When he had returned a month later, she needed his help with managing PR related stories involving her fiancé Alex Rodriguez. It was there that Florian learned that she may not be getting married and was planning something of a exit hatch for their relationship, but Jennifer wanted it handled peacefully with little drama in the press. Such a desire required an articulately laid out plan between the two parties but Florian had made his promise and did not want to let her down. Upon giving her his promise, he was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek that made him blush.
Florian had his chance to tease Jennifer last year when they were in a gym together, as he brought up something she had said about men 'being useless until they are over thirty'. Jennifer laughed at him and had mentioned something about him having more uses for her in the future, if he so desired it. That only prompted a discussion into his personal life as Jennifer wanted to see if he had a significant other. Once it was revealed he didn't, Florian could've simply guessed that he was now on her radar. His birthday had come and gone a few weeks ago, as Jennifer presented him with a grand celebration at home in New York, a party and a special gift as she had performed a dance for him in private. A fantasy had come to life witnessing her mighty buttocks on full display, shaking left and right before nestling into his lap.
That was a day he would never forget and since that moment, Florian had been looking for an opportunity to spend more time with Jennifer. He had thought about teasing her with a popular joke of her 'collecting engagement rings like Thanos' as a way of getting back at her comment about turning thirty, but he let it go. There would be other ways to tease her in desire, but at the end of the day he knew his job and went out of his way to keep the woman happy. For today at least, he made sure the condo was prepared for her to stay the night. Jennifer had explained there was some party going on in a club close by that she planned to attend but for now he was awaiting her to return during the day. As he walked around the living room, in the distance Florian had spotted a red luxury car pulling into the driveway and then smiled to himself.
He knew that car all too well, as Jennifer often had herself escorted around privately by another driver. Sometimes he had the honor of driving her, but another man carried that privilege on this day. Florian went downstairs so he could greet Jennifer as she walked into the door. He had not caught sight of her stepping out of the car yet, but he knew the routine all too well. As he approached the door, he took off his suit jacket, placing it onto the coat hangar quickly. He had wore a grey jacket to go with a pair of blue jeans and beneath the jacket was a pink shirt. Racing to the front door, he gripped the gold knob, turning it to open the door and greet Jennifer with a smile as she was walking up the steps. A pair of sunglasses shielded her eyes. Jennifer curved her lips into a smile, waving at him with her left hand before she spoke.
"Hello there Florian, thank you for waiting on me."
"As always, Jennifer. Anything you need, I'm always here for you."
"That's what I like about you, honey. You're the reliable handyman I can count on."
Standing in a pair of white sneakers, Jennifer's legs were covered in a pair of white matching tight gym pants. Her muscular stomach was exposed with a matching white top that covered her breasts. Her long brunette hair was fixed up in a pony tail with the blonde ends dangling down, revealing her signature gold hoop ear rings that dangled from her ears. In her right hand, she carried a silver purse by it's matching handles. Florian had stepped aside so she could enter, his eyes glancing down to see her famous buttocks tightly contained in her pants as he moved to shut the door behind her and lock it. Outside, her driver was no doubt pulling out of the driveway with her prized car. This would leave Florian as her designated driver tonight for the party. Jennifer walked through the room, slinging her purse down over a counter near the wall before bending down to adjust her shoe strings.
"I prepared the bedroom in case you want to take a nap before the party tonight."
Florian spoke as his eyes glanced down at her giant ass on full display. Jennifer had bent over far enough that he could see beyond the fabric of her stretch pants, noticing what appeared to be a black thong underneath, sucked in between her ass cheeks.
"No, that's fine. I think I've changed my mind about the party anyway."
As Jennifer spoke back in response to his words, Florian could not remove his eyes from her ass. She pulled her left sneaker off first and then the right one before leaning back up and then turning around to smile back at him.
"Oh, were you starring at my-"
Florian cut her off in speech.
"Yes! Yes... I was. I'm not even gonna bother trying to deny it."
