Big Booty Bitches Ch. 16

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Salma Hayek dances alongside Shakira at Tony's yacht.
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Part 16 of the 39 part series

Updated 09/11/2023
Created 07/02/2016
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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

Rain washed over the town, blowing through the streets with hard rain to make the surface of the road slick. It was on a Saturday night like this that Tony didn't have a care in the world. He had retreated back to his yacht, his home far away from the business. The past several weeks, he had been spending more and more time alone in his isolated little world, while he allowed his younger brother to run the business. He could trust Steven, just as he knew deep down that many trusted Steven more than himself. Tony had been jealous most of his life, the usual sibling rivalry but it was beginning to wear off as he was approaching the age of 50. His hair was quickly fading to a silver gray, but he was finding the time to cover it up through hair gel.

Just two weeks ago, Salma had to leave Tony by himself before returning back to Hollywood and to a set of a movie. It was kinda funny to him, he was beginning to grow close to the woman. He who had not been married in so long and lived the life of a playboy, was beginning to wonder about settling down. During the time she was gone, he kept in contact with her through the phone. Weather it be talking or texting through messages, Tony managed to keep himself contained with no other women while Salma was gone. He was proud of himself, arrogantly feeling an accomplishment to stay with the same woman for a change. If all could well in the next year, he was wondering about possible retirement plans. He had his money at this point, and it was evident to him that Steven was running the club business. By now, all Tony wanted to handle was the money and the financial side of their family's business.

The other night, Salma had called him over the phone about arriving back in Miami. She was due tomorrow, he couldn't wait to see her again. He spent the last week at the golf course, meanwhile Steven was running the course with his boy: Tony Jr, or 'Antonio' as the young man went by in person. There was nothing he could complain about whatsoever. He knew his son seen eye to eye closer with his uncle, that was something Steven always had an edge on compared to him. He thought about them for a minute while he sat in the bed smoking a cigar. Leaning over to thump the tip into the ash tray before laying back and taking another puff. One day, his son would have the entire business all under his wraps. The lasting dynasty of nepotism through the family, just like Tony's own father had handed the keys to the kingdom over to him once he became old enough to understand life.

While laying in bed, he decided it was better off not to worry about them. Steven had things under control, even when it came to dirty deals to generate a good profit. He flipped through his smart phone, making sure he didn't have any unread text messages or emails that he may have missed earlier when he had dinner and some drinks with one of his bodyguards. After shoving the cigar down in the ash tray to rub out the lit end, he reached to turn off his lamp, ready to lay in bed. He placed the phone up on the night stand as usual, not a care in the world as he fell to sleep with the sound of thunder and rain from outside his yacht.

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1 DAY LATER

The rain did not slow down going into Sunday. Black skies remained over, filled with clouds and blocking all the sunlight. Tony had woke up in the afternoon and went on to doing his usual schedule around the home of his yacht. After having a late lunch, his phone went to ringing beside him at his desk. He seen that it was Salma and smiled as he went to answer it.

"Hey baby!"

"Hello Tony, guess who's back in town?"

"You, of course!"

She giggled through the phone before answering him.

"Yes, I am back. Just got off the plane about 30 minutes ago."

"Why didn't you call? I would have sent the limo for you."

"Cause I like to have a little bit of privacy! I've got something for you, so I have to tell you to drop whatever you're doing. No business, no phone calls or nothing. Today is Sunday, so get yourself prepared."

"What is it, you've got for me, Salma baby?"

"I can't tell you, it's a surprise! Just, get everything ready back at the yacht. All privacy, we don't need anyone to disturb us."

"You got it, babe."

"Good, now I'm on my way in the next hour, be looking out for me!"

He hung up the phone. Salma's arrival was rather abrupt and had caught him off guard for the day. Luckily it was Sunday and he wasn't doing anything, nothing serious for him to drop and call off. Salma would have his complete devoted attention no matter what, he would never say no to this woman so far. Their relationship was a healthy one and with her coming back in town, there was more room to grow for them. He left his office and went on to alert the bodyguards outside to watch for her arrival.

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1 HOUR LATER

The sky above still remained a texture of grey and with stormy clouds above, though the rain had slacked off at this point. Tony walked outside on the upper deck of the yacht, he wanted to watch out to the bridge connecting from the docks back to the boat. All he wore was a white button up shirt and some black pants. He remained barefoot, careless of the wet surface outside from the rain. He looked over his golden Rolex watch to see that it was approaching 3 PM on the clock. From the distance of the, the bright lights of a white car came pulling up. That had to be Salma, at least he thought to himself. The car came to a stop and then both doors opened.

Tony watched as a woman in dark hair stepped out of the car. There was no way he could mistake this woman as anyone besides Salma. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt. The other woman who stepped out of the car had on a white pair of pants and a matching white shirt. Her long hair was blonde and she looked vaguely familiar to him, but he could not tell from the distance. The blonde haired woman followed behind Salma as they approached the small bridge extended out connecting to the yacht. The bodyguards only glanced at Salma. After a couple weeks she spent with Tony before leaving, they had become used to her presence around them. She waved at him as her heels stomped and clacked up the bridge.

"Hey Tony, mi amor! I am back!"

"Salma darling, you've returned! I see you've brought someone with you!"

Indeed, yes!"

A grin formed over her face as she reached the top deck of the yacht. Standing close to him, she pushed her arms around him to give him a hug and a big kiss on the cheek. Tony smiled back at Salma before returning the kiss on the cheek. At the same time, her guest had stopped in her tracks and looked over him. Salma stepped back, allowing him to see her friend.

"Tony, this is a friend of mine in town who wanted to see you. I'm sure you're familiar with Shakira, yes?"

His eyes looked up at the beautiful face while he thought to himself: Shakira, the singer? Before he could say anything, the blonde haired woman giggled and spoke in her Latin accent.

"Hello Tony, I've heard a lot about you. I once partied with your brother Steven some years back, it was a long time ago at this point."

"Oh, you partied with Steven? When was that?"

"Back in 2004, I think. I had a party for an album release down here, your brother helped set up security and was nothing but a gentleman about the gig. It's a shame I haven't got the chance to speak to him in years, but I wanted to meet you for a change. You're quite famous in Miami."

Salma moved over, taking Shakira by her hand as the two looked back at each other. Salma couldn't help but smile at Tony. This was the 'surprise' she was speaking of over the phone. Tony grinned. He loved it when a woman stroked his ego, especially when he was reminded how famous he was in town. Salma spoke next.

"I figured you would be in the mood for some entertainment tonight, Tony. I know you've been lonely without me."

Shakira laughed, running her hand over his arm as she glanced back over at Salma and spoke to her friend.

"I've heard quite the stories over the years about this man! He loves entertainment and parties, even according to his own brother!"

"It's true too, most of what you heard."

He couldn't help but reply back to her. Salma laughed now in her thick accent.

"So, I have to ask you Tony, would you mind preparing some dinner for us in the cabins? I told Shakira about how you love to cook."

"Did you, darling?"

Salma nodded her head, once again he loved to hear compliments of himself. It was a sure way to strike a good mood, just to hear positive things about himself.

"Alright ladies, I will cook for the three of us..."

"And then after dinner, you'll get a little something for entertainment!"

Shakira looked over at Salma as the words were spoken. Tony just nodded his head.

"Yes indeed, I will be ready for some fun after that. Well, come on ladies! It's supposed to rain all day and all night, so we better head inside!"

The sound of their heels clacking over the deck were loudly heard as Tony led them into the cabin. Thunder crackled over the sky a few seconds later while light rain began to fall once again.

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2 HOURS LATER

Bass beats were booming loudly from downstairs in Disco Fever. The club was having a casual night, some movers on the dance floor but nothing like Saturday night or Friday where the house was full and active. Steven was in his office, after going through paper work to check the managing of money on schedule and pay outs. He had sent Antonio home after Saturday night, not wanting to stress the young man out with an additional day of work. With a glass in his hand, he stood at the window of his office, observing the action from below through the glass while he took a sip from the drink. He moved away from the window, walking back over to his desk.

Steven was used to a night like this, all by himself. It was only right to spend an evening at work, after he had all the time to play around a couple nights before with pleasure. A true bonding moment had been made with nephew Antonio, one that he wouldn't forget in the near future. It didn't bother him that Emily had not texted him in the past 24 hours, he had to concentrate on going over the management of the club. When he moved to his desk, his cell phone began to ring in the pocket of his jacket. He reached for it, seeing on the screen that it was Ramón with the incoming call. He answered his phone, placing it up to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Steven, I'm glad you picked up! I...I need your help with something."

"What's going on, Ramón?"

"I can't talk about it now, I need you to meet me by the pier at the edge of Coconut Grove."

"Which pier?"

"The one facing the bridge! I don't have much time, please hurry!"

The rain could be heard over the other end of the phone. Ramón hung up, while sighing. Outside, the rain was hammering as looked back at the car that had wrecked alongside a ditch in the road. Carlos looked back at his brother and shook his head.

"Seriously? Did you have to fucking call him of all people to help us? Fucking Christ..."

Ramón exploded in rage at his brother.

"FUCK YES, I DID! You know why I called Steven!? He can actually fucking help! I don't care about him calling you a dumbass, in fact, you are! This wouldn't have happened if you didn't have a couple keys in the back of MY fucking car!"

Carlos rolled his eyes again.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. You know, I wouldn't have any problems right now if you and him would actually cut me in on some action with the club. How the fuck am I gonna get rich just playing security for him and Tony, eh? That's a dead end, and you know it!"

"Shut your fucking mouth! I'm not in the mood to hear your bullshit right now! We're gonna wait on Steven to get here, or else I'm gonna end up choking you to death and we can both go to prison on drug charges and I can get an extra charge for attempted murder!"

Busting out laughing, Carlos shook his head while the rain continued to pour.

"Oh, listen to that! You talk like you're Mr. Big!"

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At the dinner table, Salma shared a laugh alongside Shakira. They sat side by side at the table while Tony was on the other side. He had prepared them a dinner of Italian food, something special that he knew Salma had enjoyed from their time together before she left. He baked garlic bread and his homemade spaghetti. Candles were lit at the dinner table, giving it the feeling of a special occasion. To top it all off, they had opened an old bottle of wine dated from 1966. The wine bottle was special to him, he had saved it specifically for the reason it was Salma's birth year. While the sat together, Salma pointed her fork at Tony before speaking in a laugh.

"You should've been there back in L.A. at my movie shoot, just oh my god..."

"Tell me about it, darling...I'm listening."

"Dis guy, he is about 25 I think? He's half my age, I'm old enough to be his mother."

While she spoke, Salma's accent began to come out strong. Shakira laughed before shaking her head and replying.

"Don't remind me that I turn 40 in a month!"

Tony held up his wine class to Shakira.

"Hacer un saludo! Life begins when you turn 40, embrace it..."

Salma laughed hearing his words, almost to the point she forgot what she was about to say.

"Anyways, like I was saying over here; he's 25 and flirting with me like he thinks he's Tony, you know?"

He laughed, nodding to her. Shakira looked over, while chewing on a piece of the bread. Salma continued her story.

"I told him that he's too young, and I like a man. A man with big cojones, a man with some hair on his chest..."

Tony smirked, winking over at Shakira while Salma was still going on with her story.

"You know what he does the next day? He forgets to shave, and then tells me how he's going to the gym to build his body up to become strong."

Shakira laughed, but Salma couldn't stop.

"I mean, seriously!? That's how you're gonna impress an older lady like me!?"

Tony laughed at her, watching Salma shake her head before she sipped on her glass of wine.

"You don't need some young hot shot, do you Salma baby?""

Her eyes met his while she swallowed down the remainder of wine in her glass. Salma placed the glass down on the table and grinned at Tony.

"Nope, I have you, mi amor."

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The windshield wipers over Steven's Cadillac was the only thing keeping a clear view in his vision from the pouring rain. Once he made it to the side of the road, he could see a car that had swerved off and crashed into a ditch. The front of the car was beat pretty badly and a crack in the windshield. Beside the car, he could see two men standing. Ramón was easy to make out in his black suit and matching black pants. Next to him was Carlos, who Steven immediately figured was the culprit to this problem. Carlos stood tall in a yellow decorated Hawaiian shirt and khaki pants. Steven stopped his Cadillac next to the accident, lucky that no one else in the pouring rain had stopped to help them out of generosity. He stopped the car so he could quickly exit and meet with the two of them.

"Hey, Ramón! What the fuck happened here?"

Carlos turned his head from Steven while Ramón walked towards him.

"My car hit a bump in the road while it was raining hard and I ended up swerving off and crashing into the ditch, but that's not the real problem here."

He tapped on the back window, nodding at his cousin to show him.

"See that? This is the real problem here!"

Steven stepped closer to the car, looking through the back window. It appeared there was two kilo bricks of cocaine, one had busted and painted the entire back seat in a mess of powder on the seats and floor. There was a duffel bag on the floor, which gave him the impression the coke was originally in the bag but it was obviously left unzipped. While Steven looked from the window, Ramón spoke again.

"Mr. Genius over here decided to use my car last night and score him some yeyo, but left it back there. I'm guessing the spill is from him cutting one of the bricks to test the coke."

Unimpressed as usual, Steven simply contained his rage at Carlos. He knew that Carlos was useful, only for fucking things up and getting them into trouble. Still, it was Ramón's brother, so he understood the reason that he always gave him a chance. It wasn't worth blowing up in rage here and giving the punk a beating that he deserved. Steven had to keep his cool and help them, or else it would be a possible prison sentence. Turning to look at Carlos, he spoke.

"What's wrong with you? You don't know how to properly cut the bag with a knife? You barely cut it on the edge, I guess you just stabbed it or cut too much. Just look at this mess, this is a sure way to end up back in prison."

"I didn't mean to do it, Ramón is the one that put the car in the ditch."

Steven pointed his finger at Carlos, answering back in rage.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! You are a fuck up! If it was you in that ditch, I wouldn't be here at all! I'm only here to help Ramón, shame you don't take after your brother here. He has a fucking brain, you obviously don't."

Turning to look back at Ramón, Steven gave him a nod. He had an idea to clean the car out, it was the only way possible to get them out of this mess before a police officer would arrive at the scene of the accident.

"Go reach into the driver's side of my car and pop the trunk. I have some cleaning stuff back there..."

He then looked over at Carlos, giving him orders now.

"You, you're gonna clean the back of the car with the paper towels and spray cleaner."

Carlos dropped his lip, ready to protest the decision right away.

"But why ain't I getting any-"

"Don't you say a fucking word to me! You want to go back to fucking jail? It don't make any difference to me, pal. Just think about going back i you don't clean that up. Let that be your motivation to move your sorry ass and do a good job."

For a minute, Steven was glad that he kept the usual cleaning supply in the trunk of his car. It came in handy, just as it did years ago when something out of the blue happened. Ramón came away from the trunk of his Cadillac with the paper towels and spray bottle. He quickly moved to open the back seat of the car, looking over the mess. He called out to Steven after looking over the bags of cocaine, noticing that one wasn't busted at all and was rather clean.

"Hey, Steven! This one key back here isn't busted at all. What do you want to do with it?"

"Bring it over here, put it in the trunk of my car!"

Ramón quickly moved with the brick of cocaine in his hand, bringing it to the trunk of Steven's car before shutting it. Steven looked over him and nodded, running his hand through his hair as the rain continued to pour down. Carlos didn't waste a second moving to the back seat of the car with all the cleaning supply as he had a job to do now with cleaning the back of the car as fast as he possibly could.

"Alright, here's what we're gonna do. You and Carlos clean out the back seat and when you're done, you take my car and both of you are gonna get the fuck outta here. I'll hang back and when the cops arrive, I'll file the accident report and tell them that it was me who got into an accident and all."

"Alright, understood."

"Oh yeah, one last thing! Don't get rid of the key in the back of my car. If Carlos asks for it, tell him no. He ain't getting it back, I'll figure out what to do with it this week."

Ramón nodded and moved to the back of the car to help his brother clean it out. Steven stood there in the rain, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked up at the sky. A gloomy sky on a bad day like this was a perfect coincidence. Since he didn't have a criminal record, unlike Ramón and Carlos, he knew it was best for him to take the accident report with the police when they arrived. The mess in the back seat wouldn't take them long if they cracked down and cleaned fast enough, which he believed they would if they were truly motivated enough to avoid jail time.