Big Booty Bitches Ch. 26

"That's how you properly do it, yeah! Just like that, keep fucking my tits! I don't want you to stop until you cum!"

Her eyes glanced back down, watching his meat pole poke up from between the prison of her skin between her large tits. Antonio groaned, knowing that he was getting close.

"Don't worry, that's just what I'm gonna fucking do! I ain't gonna stop until I cum!"

"That's right, good boy! Don't stop until you cum, I want you to enjoy every moment of my big titties!"

As his orgasm was approaching, Antonio continued to thrust began to scream aloud. Vida licked her lips, watching his conflicted face as he began to yell.

"OHHHHHH, YES!! OHHHHHHH, FUCK YEAH!! OHHH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM! OHHHHH!!"

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Load roaring was heard over the front deck of the yacht as the helicopter was beginning to land down on the pad. The loud sounds pierced everyone's ear drums, all while the heavy winds began to blow and rustle through the suits as it lowered down. Steven slipped his sunglasses off and placed them back into his jacket. He gripped the rails while Sean stood next to him and they both watched the helicopter land over the special pad. 'This is it, I sure hope he don't fuck this up by getting involved'. Steven spoke in his mind as he watched the silver painted chopper land down. The landing itself took several minutes before the the engine was finally turned off and the rotating scissors began to slow down.

Most of the bodyguards were in position inside the cabin as that was where the main deal was to go down. Only Sean, Steven and Mario himself were outside with a few other bodyguards. Steven wanted to see for himself what this European business man was all about. After the helicopter had shut off, the doors opened and four men stepped out brandishing Uzi machine guns strapped over their shoulders. That must have been the bodyguards coming armed. The man himself appeared to be an old tall bald man with a gray mustache. Steven watched as Mario approached him and the two men began to shake hands. Sean looked over at Steven and gave him the nod, hinting to go inside and be prepared for the deal.

Within five minutes, the deal room was set inside the inner cabin of the yacht. Kim's bodyguards who had arrived had positioned themselves within corners of the room, while lining up in the back. In the middle of the room would be the exchange. A table was placed that had two large duffel bags, containing all the keys of cocaine. Inside the room, Steven stood next to Sean as Mario eventually joined them with a big smug smile over his face. The European man stepped forward, an expressionless look across his face while he had two bodyguards on both sides of him. The guards carried briefcases, two in each hand while their machine guns lay strapped over their shoulders. The men accompanying him were all wearing similar matching suits, making every man including all the bodyguards well dressed for this occasion. After they dropped the briefcases to the floor, Mario spoke up.

"Gentlemen, I'm so glad we could be here today. It's my pleasure to do business."

"Some army you've got with you here, Mr. Cortez. What are you expecting from me, a robbery?"

"Well, I've gotta have protection, you know! This is my first time doing this!"

From hearing Mario's words, Steven glanced back at Sean giving him a cold look. 'Holy fuck, I can't believe this fucking moron just admitted that. ' Steven couldn't believe how stupid Mario was acting so far, to admit that this was first deal. He had specifically told Mario not to say anything that could give the buyer a chance to think about screwing him over. Now Steven was worried, as Mario was proving his worst fears right from the beginning.

"Mr. Schultz, this is Steven Diaz here."

The man approached Steven, offering him a smile without saying a word back. Mario continued addressing Schultz.

"Mr. Diaz here is my main consultant, he will be discussing the deal with you now."

Steven offered a smile and approached the table containing the large bags of cocaine bricks. Schultz followed him, stepping towards the table. Finally, the business man spoke again.

"So, let's see what you've got. You promised me twenty keys of pure Colombian cocaine, I want to see it."

"I've got it right here, this is what you'll be getting."

Reaching down to unzip one of the large duffel bags, Steven grabbed one of the bricks of coke from it. He smiled back at the business man while offering him to check it himself. The man took the brick in his grasp, examining it as he squeezed it to feel hard the substance was. Schultz glared back at Steven and Mario with his big blue eyes before he looked back at the brick of cocaine. The man slipped his hand into his jacket and pulled it out with a small knife. He pushed the edge of the knife toward one of the corners of the bricks, cutting into it. Mario moved towards Steven and whispered into his ear. 'What is he doing? It looks like he's trying to open it.'

Steven froze in complete shock. The stakes were already high enough with his deal, all without Mario acting like a fool. At any moment, the DEA could've raided the ship and they would all be looking at hard prison time, but now he had four men armed with machine guns glaring at them. Steven didn't reply back to Mario, he simply stood there and attempted to remain calm and collected. Just getting the wrong attitude in the middle of a deal was enough to screw it up. Steven was worried that by Mario acting like this, Schultz would probably think he's getting ripped off with a cut product. After getting a rock on the knife, they all stood there and watched the man pull a test kit vial out of his jacket. Mario couldn't help himself at this moment but to run his mouth.

"What are you doing? What's that?"

Schultz looked up at Mario as he slid the small bit of cocaine into the vial. Steven was expressionless, worried at the moment that this entire deal could be ruined by this fool asking silly questions. Schultz replied in a stern voice.

"I've gotta check my product. We must see how pure your snow really is."

"But I told you it was pure! Don't you remember!"

Just like that, Steven knew the stakes of this deal had just been raised higher just from Mario's response. He looked back at him shocked, desperately wishing that he could beat the living hell out of this stupid man. Schultz replied back, his tone of voice showing how offended he was at Mario's words.

"I remember, just fine. Don't question my memory, I'm not in the mood to being ripped off especially by someone like you."

With the test kit vial closed, Schultz began to shake it in his hand. Mario then stepped forward, approaching the older man as he spoke again.

"Come on, I'd never rip you off! Who do you think I am?"

Just as Mario put his hand onto Schultz arm, the sound of a gun clicking could be heard.

"DON'T STEP ANOTHER FUCKING INCH OR I'LL BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!!"

One of the bodyguards screamed while cocking back the Uzi machine gun. Within seconds, several gun clicks could be heard as the other bodyguards accompanying Mario and Steven had all pulled their handguns out and cocked them back, aiming at the other guards. Steven took a deep breath, realizing now that this situation could be his doom. 'Oh great, this idiot is about to get me killed. Mario became scared, stepping back and immediately raising his hands up over his head. Schultz was completely unfazed, standing there with the same expressionless look over his face while shaking the test kit vial in his hands. Steven didn't move, simply standing still while one of the bodyguards aimed the machine gun directly into his chest. His eyes shifted back to Schultz, trying to at least work a charm over this business man to save the deal. It was the least Steven could do to prevent bloodshed and costing lives.

"You better hope this is pure, Mario. I didn't come all the way down here to Miami to get ripped off by you."

"C-C-Can you...Can you ask your men to put the guns down? Please!"

Schultz let out a small chuckle before shaking his head.

"It makes no difference to me. If you're gonna rip me off, we can all go to hell today."

Such grim words spoke the horrible truth. By now, Mario was breathing heavily and shaking in fear. Their fates rested on the purity of this cocaine. Steven didn't even get a chance to test it in the many hours before the deal took place, now he was fearing his life while the old man was still shaking the test tube in his hands. Swallowing his breath, Steven decided to make one last pitch effort to save this deal. He would take credit for the coke, thinking up a believable lie and risk his life now to negotiate. Speaking up in a calm voice, he proceeded.

"I apologize for him. He's a fucking idiot, as you can see. I'm the one you want to talk terms with on this deal. The yeyo is mine, not his. It's straight from the heart of Colombia, you have my word on that."

Schultz quit shaking the test vial. He stood still, watching as Mario turned to Steven now and looked at him with rage. After a moment, he looked back at Steven and replied.

"So, you want to go to hell today, Mr. Diaz? Cause that's what's gonna happen if this coke isn't pure. You'll be the first to die."

"And then I'm gonna unload my whole clip into your fat chest, old man. We'll all die today, it don't make no fucking difference to me either. If you're gonna kill my boss, I'm putting you down too."

The voice that answered Schultz was Sean, standing behind Steven with his pistol gripped in both hands aimed directly at the old man. Steven turned to look over his shoulder, witnessing Sean's stance and his locked stare back at Schultz. At that moment, Steven realized that Sean was true to every word he spoke to him about protecting him. Here he was in a situation where all their lives were on the life. Despite the bad circumstances, Sean was still persistently dedicated to protecting Steven's life. None of that would matter in a few seconds as Schultz looked back at the test vial and smiled at the results. It was a reddish-brown color, proving that the cocaine was at a high level of purity. With a smile, Schultz changed his tone completely as he looked into Steven's eyes and replied.

"It looks like there was a panic and misunderstanding for both of our parties. Your product is the real deal, pure as I see now from the results."

Steven gave the older man a smile, nodding to him. Just like that, the high tensions had went back to normal. The guns were no longer pointed at anyone and everyone breathed in a sigh of relief. Steven replied back, continuing with Schultz.

"I'm happy to hear you're satisfied with my product. Do we have a deal for five hundred thousand dollars and no less? I believe that's what Mario here discussed with you."

"Ah yes, that's correct. I have the money here in the briefcases, five hundred thousand in American bills for cash."

One of the bodyguards moved down to the floor, letting go of the machine gun that was hanging from his shoulder. The other three bodyguards stood there while the lone man opened one of the briefcases revealing the cash. He then moved to the next briefcase and it opened it too, before repeating the same with the last two. As Steven looked at the money, he nodded to the man. Everything looked clean in the money, Steven was satisfied but Mario wasn't. He approached Steven and spoke to him.

"So the coke is pure, right? I think it would be worth more than this?"

Finally, Steven snapped at Mario and reached over and grabbed him by the shirt while yelling in his face.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU STUPID FUCKING PENDEJO!! I'm the one in charge of this fucking deal now, not you! You're gonna shut your fucking mouth and go by the terms that I agree on!"

He let go of Mario's shirt, shoving him backwards. Laughter broke up among the European man, his accent coming out strong. As Steven breathed heavily, he soon heard Sean's voice cracking up in laughter as well as other bodyguards. Schultz stepped closer to Steven, offering his hand to shake.

"I'm sorry for this inconvenience you've had to deal with. If you agree to my deal, I believe we are in good terms for this exchange then."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Schultz."

"My pleasure as well, Mr. Diaz."

Their hands shook together as the two men offered smiles. The bodyguards collected the two large duffel bags, leaving the briefcases of cash on the floor. After the exchange, the five men headed out the door of the cabin and returned to the helicopter. Once the loud engine of the chopper could be heard, everyone breathed a sigh of relief except for Steven. His rage was taking over his mind, knowing that Mario nearly just got everyone killed by his foolish antics. The man stepped around, looking at the briefcases of money before sighing and speaking.

"Well, thank fucking Christ, that's over! Jesus, I was scared for a minute that we were all about to die."

Steven turned to Mario, replying back to him.

"Yeah, all thanks to you, genius! We nearly got killed thanks to you running your fucking mouth. Oh, you were scared, huh? You need to be scared right now that I'm about to crack your fucking ribs!!"

Sean's voice could be heard laughing at first, but the laughter faded as Steven locked his sights onto Mario with pure rage. He stepped forward to him, reaching his hand up to snatch him up by the shirt and then using his right hand to clench a fist and slam into the man's gut. The bodyguards scrambled to break them up while Sean yelled out to Steven.

"Hey, HEY MAN! CHILL, EVERY'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT!! LET IT GO!!"

Within seconds, the bulky bodyguards had broke up what nearly became a brawl. Steven was able to get one hard punch into Mario's gut before Sean pulled him back with the help of two other guards. Slowly catching up with breathing, Steven swallowed and began to calm down. When the bodyguards let go of Mario, he fell to his knees clutching his stomach.

"Fuck! You're fucking crazy!"

Steven wasn't about to apologize to Mario at all. Sean patted him on the shoulder, reassuring him that everything was fine.

"Hey man, let it go. I understand, that little asshole needs his ass kicked eventually, but today ain't the day."

Sean was right, Steven knew it was better to let it go for now. He walked out the door of the cabin, going back outside the yacht into the sunlight. Still inside, Mario groaned in pain while trying to rise up from her knees. Sean followed Steven out the door and rejoined him in the bright sunlight outside on the deck of the mega-yacht. The bodyguard approached him again and struck a new conversation between the two men.

"You must have hit him hard to leave him on the ground like that."

"Not as hard as that punch you gave me to the jaw a few days ago."

The two laughed together at the joke. Steven smiled back at Sean while he spoke once more.

"You really had my back in there, I appreciate that. I wanted to thank you, for a minute it looked like we weren't gonna make it."

"Just doing my job, I told you I had your back. It's a shame you aren't getting by Kim for this gig, cause you certainly have earned it."

The wind blew from the top deck of the boat. Sean reached into the jacket of his suit and pulled out a fat money clip, handing it to Steven.

"Here, I want you to take this."

"Oh no, I don't want your money. I appreciate you looking out for me, but I can't take it."

"No, man! Take it! You deserve to get paid, there's a couple grand in there. I don't care what you do with it, I just hate seeing you go without getting paid. You put your life on the line today, you deserve a break."

"Fine, I'll take it. Thanks, Sean."

Shoving the money clip into his pocket, Steven couldn't help but smile. It was an odd turn of events, just knowing a man that was aiming a gun at him merely days ago had now turned into what could have been a true friendship. He had one last offer for him before the day was up.

"If you ever end up without a job working for Kim, give me a call sometime. You're a stand up guy, wish I had more people like you around."

"I'll keep that in mind, maybe some day we'll be working together again."

After speaking, Sean offered his hand to Steven to shake. The two men had seen a lot together today, it was experience like this that told Steven he would be lucky to meet another man like that in the future. Maybe some day the possibility would emerge that they could reunite together as friends and work together.

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1 DAY LATER

As things seemed to be moving back to normal, Steven still found himself considering his options when it came to his relationship with Vida. Kim's words had echoed in his head every time he tried to lay down to sleep, even after the drug deal was over. For the time being, he felt lucky to escape with his life, since Mario had nearly screwed everything up by getting in the middle and taking a bad attitude with armed men. His dreams had been of nightmares spawned from his inner thoughts of all the doubts he had in his mind. Though he was angry with Vida, he still accepted her apology but was backing his distance from her due to anger. Steven was still mad at her for now, but he didn't have the heart in him to take any anger out on her.

Kim was pleased with the results of her agent's deal. Even though Mario complained about Steven, she found herself laughing over the whole story. Steven felt relief wash over his mind when Kim called him personally to thank him for everything. In that conversation, she made another hint over Vida's problems and how he needed to take control of the relationship or find someone better. Her words had great influence on his thoughts, as Steven was left thinking of a better woman right now. That lady was Jennifer Lopez, the one woman he felt was honest about her feelings towards him. Back in his office at the club, Steven was ready to take his chance now and call Jennifer. While sitting in his chair, he scrolled through the contact list of his cellphone to find Jennifer's name. Within seconds, he was holding the phone up to his ear, hoping she would pick up.

"Hello?"

All it took was a few seconds for Jennifer to answer. Steven smiled to himself while responding through the phone.

"Hey, Jennifer."

"Steven, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me..."

Silence was heard for a few seconds between both phones until Steven finally thought of something to say back to her.

"I need to ask you something Jennifer. What we did together, the time we...was that real?"

"Steven, what's wrong? You sound like something's bothering you, are you okay?"

"Just tell me, baby. Was it real or not?"

After a few seconds of silence, Jennifer replied back through the phone.

"Yeah, it was...You better believe it was real."

He let out a sigh of relief. So the opportunity was still on the table for a serious relationship with her.

"Jennifer, I've gotta get away from Vida. You were right, it isn't work gonna work. It didn't work back then, it won't now. She's got me in some serious trouble, I need to find a way to break apart from her."

"You've been in trouble? What's going on right now?"

"I can't talk about it right now over the phone, it's that bad. I'd love to tell you later, things have been pretty fucked up this past weekend. She's got me pulled into some deep shit, that's the most I can say right now. I've had a rough ride lately, I need some kind of escape or else I don't know what the hell could come next."

"Well, remember what I talked to you about with a Vegas vacation? I'm still performing out here, come book a vacation. Bring Vida with you if she wants to come. I'll take care of things when you get here, it will be me and you by the time I'm finished."