Big Booty Bitches Ch. 22

"What the fuck? You said you were going to introduce me and get me in with this guy!"

"I can do that eventually, it takes time. Look, he don't know you. If you go in there, they're just gonna hold you back. Legba don't trust no one unless he knows him. You keep working with me and stuff, I can eventually work you in and have him meet you. He don't like outsiders, you understand?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Look, man! It's MY money I'm splitting with you! I could be selfish and greedy, just take the twenty grand all for myself, but I want to split this with you. So come on, give me some time, alright?"

"I see, okay."

Finally, Ramón nodded. Something didn't add up in his mind. How could Carlos be getting paid twenty grand just for deliveries? The story a few weeks back didn't quite add all the way up. His only assumption was that Carlos had to be in on the deals and wasn't telling him the full story with Legba, but Ramón wasn't going to push him on it just yet. He sat back in the driver's seat, Carlos fastened his seat belt and spoke once again.

"Come on, I'll give you the address. It's not far from here, we'll get our money and go have some fun tonight."

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Across town, a reflection cast against the mirror of a fast food restaurant as Steven sat down with Vida across from him as they had lunch together. He still had a few hours before he went to the club, back at Disco Fever he had some stuff to do in his office. He had been waiting some time to ask Tony about letting his son Antonio back on the staff, something he was impatient to do right now. The help of Antonio around the club would've been greatly appreciated. While sitting down, he sipped through the straw of his soda while she chewed on a french fry. Vida's hair was pinned up in the back through a pony tail, Steven had taken off his white blazer jacket to reveal a pink shirt underneath. The heat outside was too much to wear a jacket all the time.

For the past few weeks, Steven and Vida had been spending more time together than usual. They met up for dates three times a week, with her occasionally arriving at the club to see him. Steven was beginning to think that he could get used to her company all the time, but he knew it wouldn't last. She was still trying to do her modelling career, even if it wasn't at the high level of fame it used to be. Just a few nights ago, she informed him that she would have to fly out to New York for a few weeks before returning. Vida felt proud that Steven was still unaware of her secret with his son. She noticed that cute 'deer in headlights' look the young man gave her back at the birthday party. Her mind wandered, thinking about the other young man who had waved goodbye before they left the club the night of his birthday.

"Hey Steven, I've been wanting to ask you something."

"Yeah, what's on your mind babe?"

She smirked back at him.

"Do you have a second son that I never knew about?"

He laughed at her words, shaking his head.

"No, what do you mean by that?"

"Who was that young man back at your birthday party? You called him by the name of Antonio, he looks just like you."

"Oh, that's my nephew. He's Tony's son. He's a junior actually, but he prefers to be called by Antonio."

Vida shoved a fry into her mouth, chewing it before nodding. She grabbed her cup and took a sip from the straw before replying.

"Well, I'm surprised! He looked just like you and he dresses like you too!"

Steven laughed to himself, sitting back as he was finished with the food. He nodded to Vida, just before speaking again.

"Guess you could say I wish he was my son, sometimes. He's a good kid, stays out of trouble. One of these days, he's going to run that club."

She listened, just before wiping her hands with a napkin. Vida was curious just who that young man was, now she was interested as Steven appeared to think highly of him. Soon they would have to leave this place and make a few rides around town. Steven had took the out for lunch in his blue Cadillac. Vida planned to stay the evening with him back at the club, if he was lucky she would be dancing for him back in his office.

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4 HOURS LATER

Evening hours began to set in, all while the sun quietly began to fade into the ocean. Ramón was forced to drive his brother back across town, crossing over the MacArthur Causeway and back into Miami from South Beach. The drug baron's home was situated in Coral Gables, just around the University. He was forced to sit back in the car for an hour, all while Carlos went to meet with Legba inside a gated mansion with heavy security. It took some time, but he was a patient man who could wait. By the time Carlos had returned, their cash had been lined up in a suitcase together, since the payment was specifically for Carlos. After the meeting, Ramón drove the DeLorean car back to his apartment where he and Carlos split the money.

$10,000 in cash was nice money for Ramón. From within the suitcase, all the hundred dollar bills had been neatly made up in stacks with a rubber band over them. A large sum of the money would go straight to his loan sharks, just to pay up and finally be done with the debt. Ramón was thinking already, he could get used to making money like this alongside Carlos. After everything was done back at the apartment, Carlos had talked about bringing him to a party he heard about around Miami Beach at some mansion. The drive wasn't far from the apartment, but Ramón and Carlos had took their time before arriving.

They pulled up to a mansion on 27th Street, Sunset Islands. An orange sky hung from above, the sun quickly fading away before the DeLorean had pulled up into a driveway packed with luxurious sports cars. A white Lamborghini sat next to a red Ferrari, a gold car was on the opposite end. While they were parked and sitting back in the DeLorean, Ramón sighed to himself before glancing back at his brother. The nervousness could be seen all over his face. Carlos patted him on the shoulder, just to get his attention. He spoke, trying to ease his brother's tensions.

"What's wrong, man? You aren't too tired to party, are you?"

"No, it's just looking at the guests, I feel I'm poor compared to them."

Carlos rolled his eyes.

"You worry too much. Stress is going to fucking kill you, hermano. Don't worry about them, just worry about us. Now come on, maybe we'll get lucky tonight and party with some hot sluts."

After speaking, he pulled the door up on the car. Together, they exited the car like brothers. Carlos led the way, as he had been to private parties like this around Miami Beach in the past. Maybe it was Ramón's first, at least he could think to himself. Carlos stepped forward to the gates, greeted by two large muscular black men that were obviously the security guards. One of them spoke directly to both of them.

"It's an entry fee of five hundred dollars."

"I'll pay for us both!"

Carlos spoke up, just before digging into his wallet to count out the hundred dollar bills. Ramón was surprised to see such a a fat fold of bills within his wallet. It took him just a minute to count them out and hand it over to the security guard. After he put his wallet up, the other security guard demonstrated them to hold their hands up for a proper pat down. Both guards frisked them, making sure there were no weapons on either of them. Once they were finished, they unlocked the gate to allow a proper entrance. Outside in the distance, loud music could be heard coming from within the mansion. As they stepped closer, it became louder. Ramón grabbed the door, the loud noise filling his ear just before they stepped in.

Inside the foyer of this large mansion, the walls were decorated in a cream colored painting. Red carpet was under the floor. The loud music was none other than Hip Hop music, filling the room as various people walked about. Ramón walked between a couple of people, gazing around as they made their way through the mansion. There was a large spiral staircase, leading up stairs but there was no need for either man to climb that staircase for now. While walking through the rooms, there was a bartender serving drinks with a mini bar up against the wall. On the far side of the room, a few people sat snorting lines of coke through rolled up dollar bills off silver trays. A woman in pink hair and a silver leotard walked by waving at them.

"Hi Carlos!"

"Hey, sexy lady!"

Ramón stood there and watched as the mystery girl blew a kiss at his brother before walking off. Curiosity had got the better of him to ask a question.

"You know that chick?"

"Yeah, I've seen her at some parties before."

Stepping through another room, Carlos looked on as he spotted a black man wearing large star shaped sunglasses, an odd gold and glitter outfit and an orange cowboy hat. To Ramón's mind, he looked to be wearing a costume straight from a Parliament-Funkadelic album. The man yelled out to everyone in the room.

"Iggy's got a real ass factory going on upstairs, y'all! You heard it from me first, real bouncin'!"

Carlos and Ramón both turned to look at each other. Could this man truly mean Iggy as in Iggy Azalea? Carlos spoke up.

"Could it really be her?"

"You never know! I heard that Britney used to do wild stuff down here at parties."

From that answer, Carlos smirked. He remembered those same wild stories about Britney, all rumors around the family. Since his brother had spoken up about that, he figured it was worth taking the chance upstairs. He nodded to him, a silent gesture for him to follow along. Together, they went up the stairs. The sound of a voice could be heard pumping through speakers saying one word repeatedly.

"BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE IN THE MOTHER FUCKIN' HOUSE!"

Down the hall, Carlos found a room with an open door. Inside, the room was lit up with pink walls. On the far wall was four stripper poles set up, four women each holding a pole and bent over shaking their asses in the 'twerk dance'. The smell of marijuana filled the room, a cloud of smoke could be seen from the far left. Carlos inhaled the disgusting smell while Ramón gagged and coughed. A few men sat in the left corner on bar stools, passing a joint around while taking puffs. Over on the right side, a man sat alone watching the show. Ramón's eyes were glued at the women at the stripper poles. Only one was wearing a thong, the others were in tight spandex shorts shaking their asses in twerk motions. His eyes were glued at the waves of their asses shaking back and forth.

"BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE! BOUNCE IN THE MOTHER FUCKIN' HOUSE!"

The two men stood there together, just watching the four women shake their asses against the poles. If this was an 'ass factory', it sure was a hell of a show. From behind them, a tall woman stepped forward, yelling in their directions.

"Y'all assholes enjoying my mother fuckin' show!?"

Ramón turned around before Carlos, surprised by the appearance of just who this woman was. The Australian rapper stood, behind her pale white skin, blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Could this really be Iggy Azalea? It appeared to be, at least going by her build. She wore a one piece, white outfit that hugged over her shoulders and looked like a swim suit from down below. The outlines traced around her hips, all while her legs were in a tall pair of pink latex hooker boot heels. When Carlos glanced over her right wrist, he noticed the tattoo of the face to the Roman goddess 'Venus'. This made him smile and greet her.

"How's it going Iggy?"

The smirked, arrogantly.

"Good to know I don't have to introduce myself to some new people up in here. I get tired of telling basic idiots who I am."

"Do you always greet newcomers by calling them assholes?"

Iggy smirked at Ramón's words before nodding.

"Oh yeah, it depends. You guys look like you know what you want from a sexy bitch."

Carlos nodded his head.

"How about you, then? I want to have a good time, something better than watching a few whores twerk it."

With a grin on her face, Iggy could read these men easily. They were obvious horny guys, luckily for them she was bored with men thus far. Some ideas were up her sleeve, just to see how far both of these men could go. If they were the type of guys who could play games and be brave, she would take them for a long ride.

"I'll take y'all some place more private, but I want you to play a lil' game with me first."

Neither of them said a word back. They watched Iggy turn her back and begin to walk off. Ramón and Carlos followed, she led them outside the room and back down the hall. It never dawned on either of them just how large this mansion was. Down the hallway, was another staircase, leading back down the floor. It appeared to be empty once they got back down the stairs, revealing that no other members of the party had explored this party. Iggy led them behind a door of what became a massive lounge room with various couches and leather chairs. All the furniture was in black leather, matching the walls with a dark purple color. The music could still be heard as loud bass beats from upstairs.

"I hope neither of you are scared to get dirty."

The door shut behind them. Carlos wanted to mock her voice, but he stopped himself. Ramón simply watched as she walked to a table in the room. A round silver tray was on it, revealing what appeared to be a small pile of cocaine and a credit card. Iggy picked it up, showing them her red painted nails and the tattoos inked over her fingers. There were some lines made among the tray, proving that someone had previously used it. Carlos smirked, speaking up to her.

"You snort yeyo, baby?"

Iggy shook her head.

"Hell no! I don't need that shit, but I don't see why I can't tease men with it. If y'all want to see me twerk it, snort a fuckin' line!"

Ramón looked back at her, a shocked expression clouded over his face.

"Fucking seriously!?"

"Yeah! Seriously! I want to see one, or both of you do it! How bad do you want this bitch to twerk it for you? Think about that!"

She shoved the tray at them. Carlos wrapped his hand around it, he wasn't scared of snorting a small bit of cocaine. Ramón however, had never did this before and was thinking of ways he could fake it. The rapper stepped away, only to come back and lay a gold plated metal, round straw on the table. It was obvious whoever owned this had bought it for a serious habit. Iggy spoke up.

"I want to know your names."

"I'm Ramón..."

"And I'm Carlos."

With a nod, she spoke again.

"Alright, who wants to go first?"

"I will!"

Carlos spoke up, he winked at his brother. He could read him easily, knowing that he wasn't one to indulge in a little powder. Ramón was already thinking of ways he could fake this, the wink was a silent gesture from Carlos to let him know that he had his back. Iggy crossed her warms, watching as Carlos stepped towards the bar in the room with the tray. Ramón followed behind him, standing on the opposite side. Once he sat the tray down, Carlos shoved the gold metal straw towards a line and looked back at Iggy. In one go, he lowered his nose and shot the line directly into his nostril. His eyes widened as he felt the white powder substance entering his system. He immediately felt slight numbness, proving that this coke was the real deal. Iggy was pleased nodding her head.

"Very good, that's what I like to see. This mother fucker right here proved that he wants to see me bounce! Now it's your turn, Ramón!"

It was almost as if the woman could see the nervous tension painted over his face. Never had Ramón snorted a line of coke in his life. He lived the old saying 'never get high on your own supply', though this wasn't his own possession, but he still didn't want to do it. Carlos remained standing opposite of him on the side of the table. Since he dropped the straw, Ramón picked it up and brought it to a line He shoved his nose to the straw and then considered a way he could fake the current situation. It probably wouldn't work, but it was worth the try anyway. As he lowered his nose down into the coke straw, he loudly inhaled and quickly shoved the straw forward. To Carlos' eye, it was clear that nothing went up Ramón's nose. Iggy tilted her head to the side and spoke up.

"I hope that really went up your nose, big boy..."

Carlos rolled his eyes before yelling at her.

"It fucking did! Hey, I don't see you snorting anything! Shut the fuck up unless you're gonna do a line too!"

She nodded her head, not wanting to get into an argument now with Carlos. He appeared to be the type of man who could show true rage when high on coke. The substance was already taking an effect in him.

"Alright, alright! It went up his nose, gotcha! I'll bounce for both of you!"

Now that everything was settled, Carlos winked back at his brother and smiled. It was refreshing to know for Ramón that his brother backed him. They turned to watch Iggy move up against the wall. She spread her legs, planting the high heel hooker boots down into the floor to spread her ass. The palms of her hands pushed against the wall and her long blonde hung down as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. She began to tap her feet, grinding her hips to force her huge ass to begin bouncing. The infamous 'twerk' motion was in full gear. Both men dropped their jaws as they watched her thick firm ass shaking, like waves of water moving back and forth.

"Holy fuck!"

"Yes, yes!! Shake that ass, you nasty bitch!"

Iggy continued, still rocking her booty back and forth to force the motion. Their eyes remained glued on the action. The drug effect was kicking in for Carlos, his cock was already hard within his pants. To her mind, she knew that these men were horny and would get freaky with her. Once she was done twerking her ass and shaking it for them, Iggy turned around and commanded both of them.

"I want both of you to take your fucking clothes off, right now! I wanna see those big cocks!"

"As you fucking wish-"

"Don't have to ask me twice!"

It was unclear to her which man had spoken first, their voices were nearly identical. The only difference in the looks; Ramón had a small five o'clock shadow over his face and short hair, while Carlos had a mustache. One of them wore a suit, the other was in a simple 'jeans and a shirt' outfit. Together, they took off their clothes, starting with their shoes before taking their shirts off. Iggy decided to take her hooker boots off, knowing that soon she would have two hard cocks to please. As they slowly slipped their clothes off, Iggy stripped herself of the one piece swimsuit. Throwing it above her head to ease her arms out, revealing her fully naked body. As she had finished, both men were naked as well. Iggy smirked to them both.

"Alright, this is gonna be a lot of fun!"

She wasted no time lowering herself down to her knees. Both men stepped forward; Carlos on her right side, Ramón to the left. Their eyes looked over her pale beauty, starring into her big fake tits for a few seconds. Iggy raised both her arms, wrapping her hands around their swollen shafts. She began to stroke their cocks, listening to them moan. Carlos couldn't feel a thing, he just watched as she stroked his hard meat. Ramón let out a moan, just until she moved to the left side and went for his cock first. She parted her lips and slid his shaft between them. Iggy began to bob her head up and down, sucking on his cock. Carlos watched, listening to his brother moan before he spoke out.

"Wow, she sucks dick like a fucking vacuum cleaner."

His compliment was a cheesy one, at least as Iggy thought to herself. She released Ramón's dick from her mouth and then moved to her right side. She spit on Carlos' mean, just before wrapping her lips around it. As she began to suck on his rod, she used her left hand to jack Ramón off. Moans could be heard from both men's voice, but Carlos couldn't feel a thing. He regretted snorting the line of coke now, but he could feel energy pumping through his veins. She slobbered all over his dick, just before releasing it from her lips with a pop noise. Iggy alternated back to Ramón's shaft, spitting on it while her right hand began to stroke his brother's cock while she sucked away with her mouth.