Big Booty Bitches Ch. 29

The yacht itself and the party remained bought and paid for by Sebastian Taylor. For two weeks, he whispered through town looking for connections that could hook him up with 'party favors' of cocaine. Following the raid from just a few nights ago, Carlos was sitting on forty kilos of pure snow and needed a buyer. Before the party was to begin, Ramón had the idea to get in touch with one of Sebastian's people and give word they had party favors on sale. An exchange was planned, but it was Carlos who didn't want to sell too much. Instead, he offered to just sell a single key of coke for twenty-five grand. Upon arriving at the yacht, the two brothers spent the first hour with Nigel negotiating a trade deal. It was the first time Carlos had argued for selling a key instead of grams, but Ramón was there to help with the argument.

From the beginning, Sebastian Taylor did not like the cost whatsoever. This was expected from Ramón, as he at least had experience with trading product for cash. Against Carlos' wishes, Ramón dropped the price down to twenty-three thousand dollars. He argued that tonight was his brother's birthday and they could possibly work something out for a special party. Sebastian liked the idea, but wanted to drop the price just a little bit further. With the key of coke brought to them, a purity test had been made to prove their claims. Sebastian was satisfied but he wanted a deal for twenty-one thousand dollars. He argued with them that instead of paying full price, he could re-arrange the party at the moment and blow the other bit of his money with giving Carlos a private birthday party on one floor of the yacht. An agreement had been reached, following a handshake and an exchange.

Sebastian was quick to organize a floor below in the yacht. With a few thousand dollars saved from the deal, he was ready to throw that money towards the women he had previously paid to show up and dance at the party. Most of them were models, doing anything to try and make a bit of money to help their careers. While asking around, there was one specific woman who had asked Sebastian just who he wanted her to dance for. When given the name Carlos Diaz, the woman offered to become his main dancer tonight for free. Sebastian accepted, solely because of the status and name that came with the woman. Now with a dancer, he paid his DJ to move to the floor below and perform for the birthday man. For the payment of three thousand dollars, the DJ didn't have a problem with the change of plans.

It took a little over an hour to arrange the lower floor, as Carlos and Ramón were forced to wait on the deck above. Carlos stood wearing his blue suit. A new gold ring could be seen over his pinky finger, a gift from another friend tonight on his birthday. Underneath the suit was a white shirt, the upper buttons undone to expose his hairy chest and two gold necklaces underneath. Ramón dressed similar, but in a white pinstriped suite with a pink shirt beneath. They still had to wait for their associate to arrive at the party for a meeting. Carlos' idea was to build a truce with another player in town, hopefully to the point he could bring him along with his small operation. With the private party set up below, Sebastian soon found the brothers and escorted to their private party. Before they left, Carlos had a word with him to let him know they were expecting a visitor.

Carlos wasn't exactly impressed with this 'party'. The DJ took his time spinning through hip hop tracks, going with the recent 'trap' music phenomenon. Wine and finger food were there for them to snack on, but all Carlos was thinking about at the moment was enjoying himself. Ramón could sense his uneasiness, as the expressions over his face displayed disappointment and hidden anger at this organized event. Together they sat at a table, sipping on glasses of champagne. Carlos had finally began to lighten up when he tasted the alcohol, as both brothers found it delicious. The lights above had not changed at all, remaining as bright as ever. Ramón could clearly see the scar on the left side of Carlos' forehead, as it had altered his appearance ever since. He didn't like to bring it up, as all that accomplished was enraging him over the person who had caused the scar to begin with. Carlos looked over his watch, checking the time. Ramón spoke up.

"What time you got?"

"A few minutes past ten."

Ramón sighed.

"You told that British mother fucker you were waiting on someone, right?"

"He knows. I just hope I'm not here all night listening to this shitty fucking music. Some idea for a birthday party, huh?"

Trying to smile, Ramón shook off his brother's complaints. The party was a bore so far, but he had at least tried. Carlos sipped on his glass before slamming it down.

"I'm sorry, I tried. I know this party isn't much."

"Don't worry about it. Tonight's my birthday, I just wanna meet with Salazar and then get the fuck outta here. I should be getting laid tonight, you know? There should be some bitch out there willing to suck my dick just cause it's my birthday."

Ramón couldn't help but laugh. Maybe they both would get lucky, he at least considered to himself. It was a long time since that had last occurred, but he still had his hopes. Miguel Salazar was the man they were hoping to meet with today. He was known as a new player in town, a man of Latin descent strapped with money looking for a main supplier. After several minutes, the front doors opened to the room. Their table sat across the room, as Ramón had kept his eye on the door for most of the time being.

"That looks like our man right there, he's here."

After he spoke, Ramón sat back and smiled while his brother remained seated. Miguel Salazar came in alone, wearing a black suit with a blue tie over his white undershirt. His face was shaved completely clean, his black curly hair in a perm was an instant way to recognize him. He walked his way over to the table, offering a smile to Carlos as he extended his hand across.

"Good evening gentleman, I'm happy to be meeting with both of you face to face instead of over the phone."

Carlos turned, looking at the man as he shook his hand. He then moved to Ramón, trading a second hand shake.

"I've been waiting on this meeting all night. What a way to spend my birthday, eh?"

Miguel laughed.

"Shall I sit down with both of you?"

Carlos nodded.

"Yes, help yourself."

The two brothers sat there, watching the other man join them at the small white table. Ramón spoke this time.

"Would you like some wine or champagne before we discuss business?"

"No thank you, I'm fine. I like to discuss matters with a clean mind."

With a second nod, Carlos took over and began speaking to Miguel. He didn't want to go over any small talk, as they all knew the reason of this meeting was for business and nothing less.

"I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Carlos, and this here is my brother Ramón. He's my partner, we are known as the Diaz Brothers. I'm going into business for myself, cutting ties with my former employer. I know you're in this to buy some yeyo, is that right?"

Miguel listened, nodding his head before he replied.

"Yes, that's what I'm in Miami for. I've been here for about a month now looking around. I need someone who can guarantee me product on a regular basis."

"Well, you've got the right person in me."

Carlos said with a smile, carrying on.

"I can get you the best coke in this town. Class A shit, not cut or laced with anything. The finest snow that comes straight from the heart of Colombia."

Miguel laughed at his words, smiling softly.

"You can save that line for someone else, Mr. Diaz. Everyone in this town tells me that same story. Everyone has only the best quality cocaine, according to themselves."

"I'm telling the truth. We can meet together sometime, I'll prove it to you if I need to."

"Whatever you say, cowboy. I just need supply that I can take back and forth from here to my island in the Bahamas."

Ramón was surprised by this revelation from Miguel. He figured the man was a local player, but if he had an operation in the islands of the Bahamas, now this became more interesting. He spoke up before his brother did.

"Why would you come to Miami looking for a supplier? If you're out there, I figure you've got all kinds of connections."

Miguel shook his head.

"There's nothing in the Bahamas. There's a couple dealers connected to the Mexican cartels, but I don't want nothing from them. I just need somebody who can guarantee me a supply on a monthly basis."

"How much are we talking in keys?"

Carlos spoke this time, shifting the discussion back into his control.

"Ten keys per month. I'm thinking we could arrange a deal for that, what do you think?"

Suddenly, a small grin formed across Carlos' lips. Since he had forty keys at the moment, this could prove to be a profitable deal over four months. If he didn't decide to do anymore hits and rob more supply.

"I've got a good bit of supply right now. Ten keys you want? How much are you willing to pay for that?"

"How's a hundred grand?"

"In cash?"

Miguel nodded his head. Soon, Carlos was grinning to the point his teeth were visible.

"I like the sound of this. If you could pay us that, a hundred grand in cash for the keys, I think we could become really good friends."

Again, the man nodded to him. His eyes looked back to Carlos as he responded.

"Yes, but I must tell you that you're not the only one who is making me an offer."

Carlos dropped his smile, answering back quickly.

"Who's the other person?"

Miguel shook his head.

"There's no point in me telling you. The last thing I want to do is start a drug war."

"I think you're full of shit, cabrón."

Ramón spoke while he eyed Miguel. The man glanced at him and laughed.

"And why must you think that? Cause I don't wanna give you the person's name so you go out and kill them?"

Ramón continued.

"How do we know this other person exists outside your imagination? For all we know, you might just be trying to run up the price on us, getting us to believe we've got competition out there."

Miguel shook his head. Carlos sat silently, listening to his brother's objection in the argument. The man eventually continued.

"The price isn't the problem. I'm looking for a long term solution here. You can get me ten keys this week, that's cool. But I need somebody who can hook me up every month of the year. It's January, I wanna roll this thing at least until December. So how long can you supply me?"

"Four mouths at the start, how about that?"

Carlos' reply made Ramón drop his lip a bit. Shock ran through his mind, as he didn't expect Carlos to carry on with this conversation. Miguel replied to him almost instantly.

"Four mouths? I like that."

His eyes shifted to Ramón as he spoke again.

"If it would make you feel any better, your competition is only offering me two months. They want to sell me fifteen keys, raising up the deal for two months. My maximum is going to be ten, as it takes me a bit of time to accumulate up cash to pay during the month."

"I think we can work something out together."

Carlos answered him back while Ramón remained speechless. Miguel just nodded at him, beginning to rise up from his chair.

"Yes, I am sure we can. Tonight is simply not the night for business though. I wanted to meet both of you face to face so I could see who I am dealing with. We need to meet again in the near future to discuss our deal. If we can agree on something in the second meeting, then you have a deal. It was pleasure meeting both of you."

Now that he was finished speaking, Carlos extended his hand for Miguel to shake before he left. After the soft handshake, Miguel smiled at him and began to step away.

"Happy birthday to you, Mr. Diaz."

"Thanks! Hope to hear from you again soon!"

Waiting until Miguel had completely left the room, Ramón didn't utter a single word until he was gone. He was still in absolute shock of how this meeting had played out. Deep in his mind, he had doubts that began the minute the man had spoken of another party being involved. Coming from the Bahamas was another red flag in his mind, as he didn't have an accent and seemed like the typical Miami player. Carlos looked back at his brother and spoke.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look happy."

"I don't know about him, man. You believe his story?"

"Yeah, I think he's legit. What's the matter?"

Ramón shook his head.

"It sounds to me like a fairy tale. Claims to be from the Bahamas but comes in here with no fucking bodyguards? Nah, man. Something is up with that guy. I don't trust him, not one bit."

Carlos rolled his eyes.

"Are you forgetting how long it took us to even get a meeting with this fucking guy? Come on, this has been a lot of work. You don't trust him? Oh well, I like him so far."

"I don't wanna get set up by some asshole trying to rip us off, that's all. He isn't the only player in this town, we could go work with someone else."

The blank expression over Carlos' face told Ramón that he wasn't in the mood for arguing.

"Yeah...sure. Wait around with forty fucking keys of pure blow in my hotel. Just let it sit there, so any moment the fucking cops can kick in my door and raid me. Just shut the fuck up if you're gonna complain about it tonight."

Ramón began to reply to his brother's snarky words, but suddenly stopped himself. It wasn't worth arguing. This was Carlos' birthday after all and he didn't want to make it a bad night for his brother. While they sat there, the lights suddenly dimmed. The DJ's music became quiet, only playing a few loud beats that boomed through the speaker system. He began to speak through his microphone, alerting the two brothers.

"May I have your attention please!? It's time for tonight's show! This is my encore for the man of the hour, Carlos Diaz. I give to you a special guest!"

The door across the room opened as a voluptuous, tanned skinned black haired woman stepped out wearing nothing but a black G-string and a small matching black bra over her breasts. Her feet were pushed into a pair of high heels with strings wrapped around her ankles. She stepped through the room as the beats played, her eyes glancing right at the table where Carlos and Ramón sat. The DJ then spoke once more.

"Vida Guerra would like to wish you a happy birthday tonight!"

From hearing her name, Ramón's jaw dropped. She stood next to them, modelling in her tight string thong and little bra. Her ruby red lips curled into a grin as she raised her right hand and blew a kiss towards the table where they sat. The beats suddenly stopped as the voice of a rapper began to play through the speakers. For the song of the encore, the DJ had chosen a special remix of a rap hit from a few years ago, appropriately named the 'birthday song'. Vida turned around, showing them her magnificent round ass that sucked up most of her g-string. She began to move a bit, shaking her ass back and forth as the lyrics played out to the song. The final lyrics of the verse set the tone, as the DJ turned it up louder.

"ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IS A BIG BOOTY HOE! ALL I WANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY IS A BIG BOOTY HOE!"

The beats began to play again in a high tempo mix. Vida turned around, roaming her hands over her body as she closed her eyes and began to flow with the bass beats of the music. This was her show, playing that 'big booty hoe' that the song referenced and making herself the birthday present of Carlos Diaz. There was a special reason she was doing all of this, as the brothers would eventually find out once all the fun was over. Debuting a new tattoo under her left breast that said 'Love Yourself' in cursive writing, Vida was ready to shake things up in the act of vengeance after what happened back in Las Vegas. Carlos and Ramón looked at each other before smiling and then glancing back towards Vida who danced her way towards their table. Her hips moved with the rhythm of the song, but she focused all of her attention on Carlos alone.

This had to be a planned event, Ramón thought to himself. It was no secret to either of them that Vida was the longtime girl to Steven Diaz. Carlos had a passionate hatred for Steven ever since the incident that left his face scarred. There had to be a reason that Vida was present herself to them like this, playing the role of a 'big booty hoe' on Carlos' birthday. She gritted her teeth, giving him one of the classic slutty looks she had made famous from her magazine shoots years ago. Moving her hips in sync with the beat of the music, she turned around and bent over to expose her massive huge ass towards Carlos. The chorus of the song began to play as Vida moved her hips, grinding them into a twerk routine. Her large ass cheeks clapped, bouncing around and shaking. The grin across Carlos' lips had widened, just before she placed that plump ass right down onto his lap.

For the moment being, Ramón witnessed his cousin's longtime girlfriend giving a lap dance to his brother. It was something he never expected from this woman, but at the same time he had fantasized over such a situation. Carlos could be heard moaning as she pumped her huge booty down into his crotch. Vida looked over at Ramón, giving him a wink. The expression painted over her face was an invitation, as it seemed she wasn't going to leave him out of this party but the birthday man was going to be the center of her attention. She remained in his lap, encouraging Carlos to wrap his arms around her. His hands moved to her breasts, pulling her little bra off. Vida moaned, closing her eyes as she moved her little hands over his, encouraging him to squeeze her over her breasts. When she finally came to a halt from grinding down into him, the Cuban model turned around to face Carlos and pushed her lips to his, giving him a hard passionate kiss. When their lips pulled apart, she glanced towards Ramón and then back to Carlos before speaking.

"It's your birthday. It would be my pleasure to become your big booty hoe. If this is a bad bitch contest, then I'm in first place."

Carlos smirked, nodding his head.

"You're indeed in first place, Vida. There ain't another woman here tonight to give you any competition anyway. You wanna be my big booty hoe? Come on, let's ditch this party and go back to my place for some real fun."

Her focus shifted to Ramón, looking him over before she glanced back to Carlos.

"Mind if your brother joins us?"

A laugh crackled from Carlos' voice.

"Yeah, we can't leave Ramón out. Come along, baby. We're going to my place."

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The midnight hours begun throughout the walls of Disco Fever. Steven sat in his office, going over a schedule while Sean was outside the V.I.P. halls looking over the club on security duty. For a Sunday night, the action was slow within the club. It was usually Friday and Saturday nights on the weekend when the dance floor became a mad house. A slow Sunday night was a breeze to work through, but Steven wasn't alone at the club. Jennifer had decided to come along, surprising him as she had spent time in his office a few hours earlier. She tried to get him to dance with her, only for him to promise a dance after he wasn't busy with any paper work. While sitting there alone, his cellphone began to ring. Steven didn't bother looking at the caller ID as he answered it.

"Yes, hello?"

"Steven, I'm calling you on behalf of Tony. He's at the club right now and is coming up to see you. Just thought I would let you know before he gets to your office."

It was Maria's voice over the other end of the phone, giving a sudden surprise to Steven. What would Tony be doing at the club this late? It didn't seem like a social visit.