It's always a good thing to take a vacation. I ought to know, I take many of them every year. My name is Ramon Stefan Costa and I'm the Vice President of Special Projects at Costa Enterprises, a multi-billion-dollar, high-tech gadget manufacturing company. We have branches in Los Angeles, Boston, New York, Las Vegas and San Francisco. And we're quickly expanding, with many international branches in Great Britain, France and Italy. As Vice President of Special Projects, I travel a lot and inspect the various branches of the company. On a private jet. It's the sweetest job in the world. I basically make nine hundred and eighty thousand dollars a year after taxes for doing basically nothing. It's good to be the man! I bet you wish you had a job like this. It allows me to travel around the country, inspecting the various facilities of Costa Enterprises, which is run by my older brother James Costa Jr. He's a dick who never gets to have any fun because he's way too uptight. Well, I have enough fun for the both of us.
Today, I'm in Boston. Most specifically, Dorchester. Ah, this town sure brings back memories. I grew up in Boston. I attended Boston Military Academy, an all-male private high school. Man, those days were fun. Boston Military Academy is located right outside Boston, in the small town of Milton. It has eighteen hundred students, young men from all walks of life. I was one of the few young black men at the Academy. As a six-foot-three, 250-pound stud, I was practically drafted into the varsity football and wrestling teams. The school offers rigorous military training along with fast-paced academia in an effort both to educate and build character. I liked the school because it had the best damn athletic program in North America. No other high school or college even came close. Yeah, they treated us like kings at Boston Military Academy.
Boston Military Academy's Department of Athletics offered Men's Interscholastic Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Fencing, Football, Wrestling, Soccer, Ice Hockey, Rowing, Powerlifting, Crew, Track, Volleyball, Swimming, Water Polo, Gymnastics, Lacrosse, Rifle, Pistol, Bowling, Golf, Tennis, Squash, Rowing, Badminton and Equestrian. We competed against both public and private schools around the nation in Division One High School Athletics. Our school had an intense rivarly with the ancient Jesuit school, Boston College High School. It's funny because most students who graduated from Boston Military Academy and Boston College High School ended up attending Boston College. How about that?
Following my graduation from Boston Military Academy, I enrolled at Boston College. My brother James Costa was a senior at Harvard University at the time. Our father, Leroy Lancaster Costa was grooming him to become president of the family business. And surely enough, James eventually became the CEO of the company. He makes a lot more than I do but he gets all the stress while I get all of the fun. I had some time to kill so I flew in from our headquarters in downtown New York City to Boston. I wanted to indulge myself. Ever since I was younger, I've been fascinated by the hood. The lifestyle of gangsters, thugs and big-booty ghetto bitches. A lot of rich black folks turn their noses up at this seedy side of black existence. Not me. I'm fascinated by the gangsters and the bitches. So much that I regularly come to the hood for some wicked fun.
As I walked around, dressed in casual yet stylish gear, I took a look at the hood. There were black men and black women walking around, carrying about their business. That's Dorchester for you. The most dangerous town in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. It's always in the news. Simply because it's home to the most violent men and violent women in the world. Dorchester is worse than the infamous Middle-Eastern city of Baghdad. It's more dangerous than Jerusalem after dark. And hotter than the Sahara Desert in the summer sun. does that sound like some place you'd like to visit? If you're a normal, sane person who's got better things to do, you'll probably say no. If you're a cheerful sort of psychopath who craves thrills, what's your answer? A resounding yes! So, I decided to mingle with the locals. I'm an adventurous man and I need to see what kind of trouble I can get into.
As I walked around the hood, I came across a rare sight. An honest to goodness big ghetto chick. Now, the hood is full of black and hispanic women. Oh, there are some white females in the hood too but for the most part, it's the blacks and the Latinos. That's what makes the hood the land of thick women with big butts. The hood is home to the females with the world's biggest and fattest asses. In this environment where nearly every female has big boobs, a thick body, wide hips and a plump ass, it's hard for a big woman to stand out. Yet this one stood out. Most definitely. For starters, she was simply impressive. Over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick, plump yet firm-looking body. She had wide hips, thick legs and a big, plump ass. Her skin was jet-black and she had long hair braided into neat cornrows. Damn, who was this woman? I definitely had to ask around.
Some silver-haired, tall and dark-skinned old guy named Hank told me that this hood honey was the plump beauty known as Big Booty Malice. Yes, you read right. I rubbed my hands together. Really? I asked the old guy to introduce me. Hank asked me to buy him a drink and I did. We sat at a restaurant and he told me all about Big Booty Malice. The infamous black chick all the players in the hood wanted to bang. Apparently, Big Booty Malice was a firefighter with a sexually adventurous lifestyle. She had been known to sleep with both men and women. Her true name was Malice Johnson, daughter of Boston City Fire Chief Leroy Johnson. In the hood, she was known as Big Booty Malice. The wicked chick with the pretty face, thick body, huge breasts and gorgeous plump black ass. My kind of female.
Hank and I went to this party which some friend of Big Booty Malice's was throwing. We dressed up like super cool pimps. There were very few people at the party. Hank introduced me. First, there was a tall and thick, big-bottomed, chocolate-skinned bald chick named Isabel. Hank told me she was a corrections officer. Then, there was Samuel, a tall and good-looking young black man. He claimed to be Isabel's boyfriend and had his arm around her. He pinched her ass and she smiled. Apparently, he was some kind of bigshot, widely read and popular erotica writer. Third, there was Marisa, a sweet-faced, chubby chick with bone-white skin, blue eyes and blonde hair. She had a fat ass rarely seen on white chicks. According to Hank, she was a policewoman. Last but not least, there was Big Booty Malice herself. She stood there, looking glorious in her undersized bra and thong. Damn, that woman had a big ass. We got introduced and shook hands. The party got underway. Everybody was drinking and dancing. After a while, I noticed people getting freaky. The party turned into a full orgy. Hank smiled and told me that he brought me to this party because I was such a nice guy, and told me to have fun. Then, he got whisked off by Marisa.