Big Booty Bitches Ch. 18

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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London, England

The private jet had left Miami around 11 PM to begin a long flight into the night. The next stop was over the pond and into an airport for London. Steven wasn't used to flying alone on a plane, this was in fact the first time he ever had taken a flight solo. The nervous twitches had come due to the quietness among the plane. Inside was the usual interior of a luxury private jet. There were fancy leather seats, a large television set for entertainment, and a small bedroom that had all been rarely used in the past several months. Tony always traveled with the private jet, but he had been keeping himself at home in Miami most of the past year. Usually when Steven left town, he would fly commercial, but that was impossible with the package he had to sneak by security.

Eight and a half hours was how long the flight had lasted, just like the pilot had predicted. It would have probably been better off for Steven to get a nap, but he had never fallen asleep on a plane before. While the jet made it's flight through the passing night, he sat back and texted on his phone. He had received a text from Sebastian Taylor regarding their meet. Steven quickly replied back letting him know that he was on the flight right now and would be checking in. Next up, he had to text the girl who he was arriving to surprise: Emily Ratajkowski. Steven texted her a question about her location, which she had replied back to notify him that she was already in London and was scheduled for a television interview the next day. After a few texts, Steven sat back in his seat and listened to some music from his smart phone: he had a compilation of Blues songs on his smart phone ranging from the greats of Albert King, John Lee Hooker, and Howlin' Wolf.

Listening to the blues was rather fitting for the mood that Steven had felt the past two days. It wasn't every day that he traveled with a kilo of cocaine in a suitcase. Those years had long past over him and for good riddance. In his youth, this was something that would make it's way into his life in search for fast money. It wasn't easy to support a wife and a child at 18 years old, but he made breaks to do it even if it was the wrong thing to do. Steven felt lucky he escaped the old criminal world with his life, and was able to establish himself as a legitimate club manager. This deal would be a one time only thing, just to get rid of the mistake that Carlos had made in the first place. The old Blues songs had crept into his mind during the flight. Songs about love, women and the hard life.

By the time the flight had docked in to a London airport, Steven had sorta snapped from a coma induced by the music. He could hear his pilot doing the radio check and setting up a landing for a private jet. Steven had just realized that he probably should've done some transactions to have pounds instead of U.S. cash to spend, but just two days in Britain wouldn't be that bad. The sun was shining out the windows when the jet made it's way on land and docked at a private hangar. After the engines and everything had come to a stop, the pilot came out from the cockpit after taking off his headset. The man with the big black mustache walked over by Steven when it had finally crossed his mind that the pilot's name was Manuel.

"You're Manuel, right?"

The man laughed at him.

"Of course I am! Did your brother ever have any other pilot besides me?"

"I'm sorry, pal. My mind is a little all tangled up from the flight."

"Yeah and now you're on UK time! It's 12:30 PM in the afternoon here when it would be around 5 AM in the morning back in Florida, you should've got some sleep while you had the chance."

Steven just sighed. It was impossible for him to become annoyed at Manuel's words, it was only the truth. He nodded at him before the pilot spoke again.

"How long are you staying here? I need to know cause I gotta book a hotel and stay too while we're over here."

"I'm gonna say two days, or three at the max. You need money for a hotel room?"

Manuel shook his head.

"Oh no, I'm fine. I've got my credit cards and can easily do a conversion to pounds over here. You don't have to pay for nothing my friend, but I appreciate it."

With a nod, Steven looked away to grab his suitcase and was now prepared to exit the plane. Manuel had to unseal the doorway and pull out the walkway, in which they were greeted by the airport workers outside in London ready to check the flight. Steven stepped out, clutching the suitcase as he inhaled the air around him. This was his first visit to England, never before had he seen the country. It was only a shame that he couldn't stay for a full vacation, Steven wouldn't have minded to go sight seeing and have a tour around the country. Manuel handled the paperwork and security for the airport and paid the fee for the private transportation. After thirty minutes of checking through, he and Steven were escorted through to the entrance where it was time to call a cab. Not once was the suitcase looked through by security, not a soul except himself was aware of the prized possession that lay inside.

"Taxi!"

Manuel brought both pinkies to his mouth and whistled until one stopped. It was a black car that came to a stop inviting them to get into the back. Steven was surprised to see that the cabs in London were black, rather than the yellow cars back home in the U.S. Sitting down, Steven looked over at Manuel and spoke.

"Ask the driver if he accepts American dollars, cause it's the only cash I have on me."

"Yeah, I do! Where do you want to go?"

A strong English accent roared from the driver's seat. Steven looked back and decided to take his chance with a question.

"You know any hotels around here?"

"I know some, yeah."

From that answer, a new question was raised.

"Can you take us to the best one for the money?"

"The best hotel for the right price? You're in Central London mate, so that would be Maxwell's Silver Inn."

"Is it luxury?"

"Oh yeah, I hope you can afford it!"

The cab began to drive off. Manuel looked back at Steven as they sat together during the ride. Steven glanced at him, knowing that he had to tell him something now while the thought was racing through his mind.

"I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna have to make you get a separate room. I can't have you with me, since I'm here to meet with a lady."

Manuel nodded.

"That's fine, I understand completely."

Seeing Emily was only half of the truth. Steven refused to let Manuel in on the secret of what was contained from within his luggage. The more people that knew about a deal, always wanted a slice of the action. Steven had learned this a long time ago, just the reason he stayed quiet about things and kept a low profile. The money would be for him and Ramón only.

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2 HOURS LATER

After arriving at the hotel, the two men left the cab after Steven had paid the driver a nice tip with two folds of hundred dollar bills. It was the least he could do out of generosity. The hotel had proven to be luxurious with a fancy suite. Manuel had worked with Steven to help him out through transactions of the fees from U.S. money to pounds. Steven marked it down that they would only be staying two nights. That gave him enough time to get everything done on the short list. After making it back to his room, he felt exhausted. Opening the briefcase, he checked the kilo of cocaine that had made it safely with him every step of the trip. Across the hall on the same floor, Manuel had been set up with a room close by to Steven so they would check out together and not get lost around the tall building.

From this point, he truly was exhausted. Without no sleep on the plane, he had pulled an 'all nighter' but unlike any other night without sleep, he was in another place far from home. With the cellphone in his hand, Steven sat back in the bed and began to text Sebastian. He had to let him know right away that he had checked into a hotel after a successful flight. The clock near the bed had said that it was 2:42 PM. The different hours and time zones for the UK would surely throw Steven's sleeping schedule off if he was staying longer. After sending the text, he took his shirt off and pulled back the sheets preparing for a nap. After laying down, his phone vibrated with a notification noise. The bright light shined through the darkness of the room while he read the short text only with the words 'Nice. We'll meet up tomorrow, I'll call you'. Steven smiled at the phone and then sat it down on the night stand next to him before he began to fall asleep in exhaustion.

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1 DAY LATER

Despite presently being in a different part of the world far away from home, it didn't hinder with Steven for his nap. He slept for four hours for a real 'power nap' after going with no sleep at all, only to wake up hungry around 6 PM. He checked his phone, seeing no new text messages so he ordered some food from the hotel room service before going back to sleep within an hour. He wanted to make sure that he truly was rested up well enough for the deal with Sebastian, knowing that it had been years since he handled negotiations over a trade. Like before, he didn't have trouble falling back asleep and dreaming through the night. Short dreams involving flashing lights of the clubs along with bits and pieces of music.

Through the dreams, he felt like he could hear a familiar sound ringing off in the distance. Dreams rarely made any sense to anyone but as Steven was slowly waking up, he recognized the sound was his phone ringing. His eyes opened as he leaned up in the bed and noticed the light shining out of the windows. Grabbing the phone, he yawned before pressing the button on the screen to answer it without looking at the caller. He closed his eyes and laid back on the pillow before speaking out in a half-asleep voice.

"Hello?"

"Honey! Where are you!!"

Instantly recognizing the voice, Steven opened his eyes and replied back.

"Emily, is that you babe?"

"Yes!! Where are you!? I texted you like six times last night, you said you were going to let me know when you made it!"

"Ohhhh, fuck! I'm sorry babe! I forgot, I didn't get no sleep on the plane so I ended up passing out when I got back to the hotel room."

"That's okay! I just wanted to make sure everything was fine. I'm coming up for an interview real soon, I have to let you go."

"Emily, wait! What interview? I'm in Central London, where are you at?"

"I'm at a studio here, not exactly sure where. I'll meet you when I'm done, I gotta go now!"

The phone clicked hanging up. Steven looked back at it before pulling the covers away and climbing out of bed. He had forgotten to get in contact with Emily upon his arrival, but that was fine. He would make sure he met with her soon enough. Looking over at the clock, he seen that it was just 7 AM on the clock. The time zones made it feel as if it were around midnight back home. When he looked back at his phone, sure enough there were six unread text messages that had come all during his time asleep. No new messages from Sebastian told him that he would have to wait for the call. Climbing out of bed, he went to the bathroom to take a shower and get himself ready to see Emily.

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2 HOURS LATER

"That was a lot of fun, thank you for having me here!"

Emily smiled speaking back to Holly Willoughby. The blonde interviewer smiled before answering her back in a thick English accent.

"It was all my pleasure, dear. It's wonderful to finally meet you, we've heard a lot about you from here."

They stood backstage from the set piece of the morning interview. Emily had come to promote a new fashion line, alongside her manager. She was billed the top model for the promotion piece, involving an interview and the photo shoot that was used in a commercial. Holly Willoughby had been the presenter who did the interview with Emily on the air live on television. Emily had worn a simple small black top revealing her busty cleavage, topped with a pair of tight blue jeans. Holly had worn a red dress for the televised interview. After it was all done, the two girls made small talk backstage. Emily's cellphone began to ring and she smiled when she seen it was Steven calling.

"Oh, hold on please! That's my boyfriend calling me."

Clacking her nails over the screen, she answered the phone while raising it to her ear.

"Hey baby, you just missed me on TV. I did an interview live on the set with Holly Willoughby."

From the other end of the phone, Steven was outside the hotel standing tall while waiting for a cab to come by and offer him a ride. He answered Emily back with a question.

"Holly what? Who's that, babe?"

Emily cupped her hand over the phone and dropped her jaw while looking back at the blonde television presenter. Holly smirked and then leaned over in which Emily whispered her reply.

"He doesn't know who you are!"

With a laugh from Emily's voice, Holly couldn't help but bust out laughing in her thick accent. Emily brought the phone back up to her ear to hear Steven's voice.

"Emily, you there babe? Did the phone cut out or something?"

"No, Steven I'm still here! Sorry about that!"

She looked over at Holly and gave her a smirk while Steven replied back to her through the phone.

"I'm heading out, I want to catch you for lunch or something. Where are you at now?"

"I'm back at London Studios, it should be close by since you are in Central London."

"Alright, babe. I'm gonna call a taxi and have them drive me to you, see you soon."

"See you soon, Steven."

Moving the phone from her ear, Emily pressed the button to hang it up. She looked at Holly who was gleaming with a big smile on her face. The British woman spoke up.

"Sounds like you're about to have a meeting with your lover man, huh?"

Emily giggled before answering back.

"He wants to go out for lunch."

Holly nodded, an idea had come to her mind just now.

"And you said he doesn't know who I am? How about I take you both out for lunch? I would love to meet him, he's a lucky man to have a woman like you as a girlfriend."

Her lips curled in a smile before nodding, Emily replied.

"That's nice of you, Holly. I'll do it for you."

"Great! I know just the place to have a lunch for three! Come on, let's go wait for your man to meet us outside."

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While sitting in the back of the taxi, Steven looked through his phone just waiting on a text to arrive from Sebastian. He had locked the coke up back in his briefcase in the hotel, all thinking about the phone call when Sebastian was to call him back. It was a short ride to the London studios parking lot. Like before, Steven had to pay the cab driver in American dollars, giving him a nice tip with a fifty dollar bill just to make up for the fact he didn't have any pounds money on him. After he stepped out of the cab, the cool breeze of weather hit him while he looked around. Over his body, he wore a black shirt with a matching jacket and pair of pants in a patterned grey color. Below his pants, he wore a matching pair of black loafer shoes without socks. Steven looked around before taking a short walk from the parking lot, walking through some strings of pedestrians while he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"There he is, right there!"

From the distance, Emily used her hand to move her long brown hair as the wind had blown it over her face. She could instantly recognize Steven in his grey suit and due to his tall height. Together with Holly, they both walked towards him. He was looking over his left shoulder until he turned his face and was greeted to both of them. Looking forward, Steven was greeted to Emily sprinting towards him in her heels. She wrapped her hands over his neck and leaned up only for him to wrap his arms around her back, catching her as she pushed her lips to his and they kissed. Holly stood back and smiled while watching the girl reunite with her man. After the kiss was broken, Emily took a step back, clutching his hand as she spoke.

"It feels like forever since I've last seen you."

"Well, it kinda has been. Both of us have been busy."

"My, my...aren't you two adorable."

Steven looked to his right to see Holly standing tall in her red dress. His eyes looked over her, noticing how attractive of a blonde she truly was. Emily looked back to Holly and then spoke.

"Oh Steven, this is my friend who interviewed me. Her name is Holly Willoughby."

The blonde smiled and nodded before offering her hand out to shake his. Steven nodded to her and spoke.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Same here, dear. Emily told me that you didn't know who I was, so I figured I would introduce myself."

Emily looked back at Steven before speaking again.

"Holly wants to take us out for lunch, what do you say baby?"

He nodded.

"I'd like that, that's nice of you Holly. So, where are we headed?"

Holly smiled before she spoke.

"A restaurant not far from here. Come along! I've got a car, it shouldn't take us about half an hour to get there."

Together once again, Steven couldn't help but smile back at Emily. While it may not have seemed it, he truly did miss the young lady. She had grown a connection to him from the attraction, only a shame that they would not be staying in London together. Following Holly to the car and riding in the back seat with Emily, it was something that kept crossing his mind. London would have been fine place to experience if the circumstances were different and they truly were on a vacation.

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1 HOUR LATER

Together, Steven sat across from Emily and Holly as they had lunch at a small diner. True to Holly's word, she had escorted them to a nice place that was fancy with a small meal. Steven and Emily traded conversation back and forth. Emily had to tell him all the little details about the commercial she shot back in Los Angeles and the photo shoot. Holly offered small talk, the funny stories about the television broadcasting office. Steven couldn't help it, he found Holly to be quite funny. She and Emily laughed together and it was rather refreshing. This small date surely beat the time he spent in the back of the jet plane the previous night.

"Shame that I couldn't get both of you together on camera, that would've made nice headlines."

Holly spoke while sipping on her cup of tea. After she had moved the cup from her lips, she continued speaking.

"I can see it online now: 'Em Rata and her hunk of a man'."

Steven just smiled and shook his head while Emily laughed. It was Emily who answered Holly back.

"Oh my god! I would be trending on social media if we did sexy photos like some do on there."

Finally, Steven looked at Holly and answered her back in a joking matter.

"Holly, please...Don't give her any ideas."

Emily looked back at Steven somewhat confused and then answered back in a sassy tone.

"Oh please! We don't have the first photo together, honey! It would look great online!"

Listening to the words, Holly thought to herself but didn't speak. She just continued drinking, finishing off her tea. Steven sat at the table, looking back at Emily when a phone began to ring. It was clearly coming from the pocket of Emily's pants. The brunette girl rolled her eyes.

"Oh great, hope that is not my manager calling."

Pulling the phone from her pocket, Emily sighed and spoke again.

"Yep, it is. Hello?"

She answered her phone while Holly's eyes wandered back at Steven. She studied the man's facial features and hair while Emily talked into the phone.