Chapter 98. Jennifer Lopez Meet Old Friend Part 1 (BIG BOOTY BITCHES)

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

At long last, I am bringing this series back. It's been almost three years and I'm ready. To all my fans who have sent feedback and support over the past few years since the last chapter, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I want to give special thanks to Florian, Jack, Viri, John Connors and Jean for encouraging me to return to this series.

Thank you again to everyone who has followed this series since I first started writing it back in 2016. Enjoy this new chapter!

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Miami, Florida

Darkness filled the room, but only for a brief pause between reflections cast over the platinum chrone borders and metal railing upstairs. A few people shuffled up a new winding staircase that led to the upper floor of the club. A man stood in the middle, gripping the rail in one hand as he gazed forward beyond the bar and to the dance floor. The lights began to slowly blink as a group of three men stood on stage with another seated behind a drum kit. The lights moved, offering rays of purple and blue down across their white suits as the guitar player raked his pick across the strings followed by a quick vibrato bend. The note rang out clearly throughout the new PA stereo system in the club. Outside, the sun had fallen hours earlier to bring on the night. A large neon sign outside the build was glowing in bright pink and blue letters. Tonight was party time tonight at Disco Fever.

The time for grand renovations had long been considered by the club's owner. Tony Diaz felt he had a major task in his hands to step in and save his club from any bad publicity that was typed up and printed in the local Miami newspapers. Two months prior, Disco Fever had been the sight of a crime scene after an assistant at the club was murdered on her way home with one of the managers. It had not been the first time detectives and vice cops were crawling all over the club within the day. Maria's death appeared to be the final straw for Tony's younger brother Steven finally snapping. He had become burnt out from the job and managing his own demons at bay. A subtle reminder of what path he walked in life and the consequences it carried down the road.

Local newspapers had been especially brutal in their coverage of the deaths of whom they dubbed 'the Diaz brothers', partners in crime: Ramón and Carlos Diaz. While Ramón had been killed in a drug bust gone wrong, rumors swirled across town for a month as police searched for his fugitive brother. It would be a month running for the club without Steven's presence there as manager or Maria roaming the halls of the V.I.P. rooms behind the wall where the club was officially ran. Knowing that his brother was facing a mental breakdown, Tony finally stepped back into his club to work as manager. He was joined alongside his son Antonio whom had been mentored in the previous year by Steven. For the time being, father and son were reunited with a nightly job.

All during this time, Tony remained stressed at the media coverage surrounding his beloved nightclub. While it was true he had not been involved in managing the place in the past year, Tony still had a place in his heart for the club. For one month, media coverage surrounding a high profile murder had brought back the old tales of the 'cocaine cowboys' era. He could not escape the dark past regarding his family and the nightclub scene of the eighties decade where his father had made his wealth. Rafael Diaz was a name often attached to rumors of drug smuggling and activities with other players in the Miami underworld from decades gone by. The local rumors from back in the day were that he was once a drug smuggler from Colombia turned nightclub owner in the U.S. Though he had passed away twenty-two years ago to a heart attack, Tony knew his father's past all too well.

The hits continued to come from the media after that brutal month with the discovery of Carlos Diaz found shot to death in a Fort Lauderdale hotel room. Following more news, Tony had panicked and went into full damage control mode regarding his business. The doors to Disco Fever closed the next day after Carlos' death made headlines and then Tony found himself in another rough spot concerning his family. He didn't need to guess that Steven was responsible for killing Carlos out of revenge. Family bloodshed had deeply saddened him despite how troublesome Carlos was. Before Tony had the opportunity to confront Steven about all of it, his fiancé Salma Hayek intervened. Their serious relationship seen it's first cracks in the foundation when they were caught in a heated argument regarding family matters.

It was strange in Tony's mind to witness Salma going out of her way to defend Steven's actions. Their arguments escalated when she told him that Steven was the man in the family 'with the balls to do what was right'. Such a choice of words made Tony question the future as they argued on that slow night. No matter how hard he tried to explain his point of view, the disagreements were too strong. In the end, family meant everything and Tony refused to justify Steven's actions. When it came to the man himself, Steven didn't deny what he had done but was willing to accept responsibility for any additional heat. Tony accepted his indefinite resignation as manager from the club as the questions began looming if Disco Fever would recover from these current events. Nightclubs rarely ever got back on their feet again after having to be closed down due to bad media coverage.

Knowing the task that lay ahead of him, Tony called one of the few people he knew he could trust in his life to ask for advice. He had a long time on and off again relationship with Jennifer Lopez going back over fifteen years. With their history, Tony knew he could trust her when asking for advice on how to handle the future with his family and club. Thanks to her guidance, he contacted one of his lawyers and proceeded to map out a plan for handling damage control. To avoid reporters and the local media asking questions about his family past, Tony became involved in local charities. He began by donating over three-hundred thousand dollars to a non-profit organization aiding immigrant families in the U.S. and taking the time to voice his support in their rights.

Tony would go a step further in trying to repair his local image by donating another large sum of money to the construction of a new Miami-Dade hospital in Downtown. With Disco Fever officially closed for now, he set his sights on a rennovation project. The charity contributions had picked him up some new connections with financial investors who appeared to have an interest in the club. Calling up one of his lawyers, Tony began to work out a deal with an investor who had connections into the music industry as an executive with a multi-million dollar label. The effort was made to have connections that were not linked to any form of organized crime, enough to keep the vice cops from snooping around. A deal was reached for a loan of fifteen million dollars which Tony immediately put into the renovation project for Disco Fever. From there, he reached out to his son Antonio and offered him a job where they could bond as father and son in choosing new interior designs and where to go forward with the club.

Back home on the yacht, Tony had to go home to a new brewing problem in his love life. Salma began to question if he cared more about her passion or his club. She took off, leaving him to go shoot a film and not leaving with much notice. At least for now, they were still engaged but Tony couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he currently had with her. At least for the time being, he focused on his club. Among the first pieces of expansion revamping, was a new platinum dance floor to reflect and glowing hues of the LED lights that were to be installed all throughout the club. It was Antonio's idea to give the club an even better 'retro fitted' look, as he called it. An aesthetic calling back to the days of the seventies and eighties when disco truly did reign king in the clubs. Such themes had reminded Tony of his own father's old clubs, sparking nostalgia within the fifty-three year old man's heart. He gave his son a much earned pat on the back, letting him know if his grandfather was alive, he would be proud.

Much of the budget was poured into rebuilding the V.I.P. rooms, beginning with the floors and then re-modelling every individual room up to the offices. Despite Steven's resignation, Tony kept his office there and did not touch any of his brother's belongings. Much of his desk material and other belongings were stored in boxes and moved down to the basement in a storage room. For his own office, he had it extended with his own personal mini bar. Antonio was gifted his own office and then granted the position for handling music duties. The young man went out of his way to search for local talent across town, convincing his father that it was best to find a decent DJ or live band and offer them a salary for week performances. Tony intervened, eventually compromising with his son that at least for Friday and Saturday nights, they were to pay a live band who were good enough to make the dance floor move.

The last bit of the multi-million dollar budget was to be spent on a new giant platinum disco ball to hang above the dance floor, new security systems and marketing. The latter was an easy game with making a few phone calls and deals with PR agents across town. An advertisement campaign was issued for the return of Disco Fever an entire week before this eventful Friday evening. Local radio broadcast an invitation publicly naming Starlight Sons as the band to be performing on re-opening night. The guitar driven rock band had gained a local fan following after years of playing gigs in Miami Beach, beloved for their retro fitted rock and classic R&B sound. Whatever kind of money they had made previously for gigs was nothing compared to what they were offered on this special night. Outside the club, the parking lot was beginning to fill up as the clock was fast approaching 10 PM. Tony Diaz found himself standing on the railing of the upper balcony, overlooking the dance floor and band from above.

"Nice night for a party!"

A familiar voice had called out to him. Standing there in a blue suit with a matching jacket and white undershirt visible from the jacket unbuttoned, Tony turned his head. His light brown colored hair had been cut recently, slicked back revealing strands of grey while his face was freshly clean shaved. However he looked was of no matter as he gazed to the smiling face of Jennifer Lopez. She stood before him wearing a full white dress hugging every curve down below and designed in a way to expose her muscular toned arms. A gold bracelet dangled from her right arm, complimenting two rings on her left hand shining in sight. Her long brunette hair with blonde ends was curled up into a fancy pony tail, revealing her gold hoop ear rings dangling from her ears. Tony immediately smiled, moving over to her.

"Hey Jen, I wasn't expecting to see you tonight! Wow, you look amazing, babe!"

The two old friends shared a hug as Tony had this moment to embrace her in his arms. After the hug, she gripped the rail and gazed towards the hanging disco ball before her eyes shifted down at the dance floor. The band had proceeded to play a high tempo song with the singer's powerful voice wailing beyond the chords strummed by the guitarist. Jennifer's eyes glanced back at Tony and she spoke up.

"Nice work on the club. I love the disco ball and it sounds like you found a good band for tonight."

"They're local talent. This is probably their biggest gig since they aren't signed with any record deal yet. You know, I've really busted my ass lately getting this place set for tonight. I've been working myself down like a dog."

"I can tell. The sign outside? Love it! Looks a lot better than the old one that was smaller."

"Thanks babe, that means a lot coming from you."

He blushed stepping around her as a young man came to approach Tony and offered a smile.

"Mr. Diaz, can I get you a drink for you and Miss?"

The young man stopped as he glanced over to Jennifer, standing nearly at the same height of her despite the white high heels her feet were tucked into. He had short brown hair, a mustache and wore a full white suit with a visible black shirt underneath. Tony smiled back at him and gave a nod.

"Jennifer, this is my new assistant Pablo. You want a drink, babe?"

She shook her head.

"No thanks, no alcohol for me. If you don't mind, I would like a glass of water instead."

Tony smiled back at his assistant and answered his question.

"Make that two, I'm having what she's having."

Jennifer giggled as Pablo nodded and began to walk back the opposite direction of the balcony. For now, it was Tony and Jennifer together again with the occasional person brushing past them as the club became more energetic.

"Is Salma here with you tonight, Tony?"

"No..."

The expression that washed across his face was enough to tell her all she needed to know. Jennifer reached down for his hand and Tony accepted her touch, clutching her fingers gently as they began to walk down to the stairs of the balcony and go back down one floor. As they walked, she continued on speaking.

"What about Steven? Is here with you too?"

"He's not working here anymore. We had a mutual agreement together and he resigned as a manager. I don't know what he wants to do with himself anymore. I'm running this place now with my son. You haven't forgotten about my son Tony Jr, have you?

"Of course not. You think I would forget about any of your family, sweet dear?"

With her response, Tony found himself blushing again as he held her hand.

"Come on, I wanna show you around the club. I think it looks a lot more fancy than it did before."

Together, the two old friends began to walk around the club, brushing past people who had entered. Tony walked Jennifer towards the bar while pointing his finger in every direction to demonstrate where new lights had been installed and a few new camera systems. Off to the side was the private tables where a few people were having drinks to themselves and enjoying a meal seated in front of glass cube walls. By the time they began to approach the dance floor, a purple haze had filled the club, radiating across their faces. The lights began to blink to match the pace in which the band performed their slow song. A metal rail was installed on the outer area of the dance floor. Jennifer's hand easily glided across it as Tony continued to walk with her. Several people on the dance floor shook and moved with the rhythm of the beat.

The sight tour had come to an end by the time they walked their way back to the other side of the building. Tony was eager to show Jennifer the 'new and improved' V.I.P. rooms as he whispered into her ear. This opening night had quickly turned into a date for him where he was growing more comfortable with each passing second in the company of an old friend. He didn't think about Salma or even his brother. Jennifer's company was enough to soothe his feelings and relax any nervous tensions that he previously had before the day had shifted into the night. They went back upstairs on the balcony, taking a different door that would immediately lead upstairs to the V.I.P. rooms. Upon stepping in and shutting the door, the music outside was muted to a degree behind the closed walls.

"Wow, looks like fresh paint on the walls."

Tony laughed at Jennifer's comment as her eyes had scanned over the shell pink walls. Down below, her heels clacked loudly across the marble white stone surface as they walked together. Hand in hand, like old lovers they had moved past a few rooms all with white doors containing fancy gold knobs. Tony's office had the door open with his assistant waiting close by.

"Fresh drinks for the two of you."

"Thank you Pablo, that will be all for now. I'd like some privacy."

"Yes sir, Mr. Diaz."

Before Pablo had walked out, Tony gave him a pat on the back. Jennifer had already entered his office and began to gaze around.

"Go get yourself a cold one at the bar, kid."

The young man cracked a laugh before stepping down the hallway. Tony grabbed the knob to his door and quietly shut it behind him after stepping in. Jennifer had glanced around his office, noticing the clean space and how there had been additional space added through construction. The floor was the same marble white pattern but with a black rug under the desk and another one beneath a large purple leather lounge chair sitting near a glass coffee table. There were a few standard chairs across from Tony's desk, but behind it was a large black leather clad chair with gold interior. Jennifer noticed a model toy boat sitting on Tony's desk, shaped into a yacht. She picked up, giggling as she examined it. Tony walked over and then she held the toy to him.

"Where did you get this?"

"My son bought it for me. He said it looked like my yacht."

Once again, Jennifer giggled before she sat the model toy back down on his desk. Waiting for them over his desk sat two glasses of water on coasters. Behind Tony's desk, he had a book shelf to the left side touching the wall that led to the door. On the right side was his mini bar. Jennifer grabbed her glass of water and took a sip, followed by Tony grabbing his. While the man had a drink, she stepped forward to him, gazing into his eyes and then speaking.

"So what's going on with you and Salma? The last time we talked on the phone, you were busy getting this place all set up again but we didn't get to talk about her."

"We're having a bit of problems right now."

He gazed away from her and let out a sigh before taking another sip of his water. Tony stepped around his desk, moving to the window where he could glance from beyond the white shades and see the action currently happening within his club. He took a glance before turning back to face Jennifer and speaking again.

"This has been going on for the past two months now, if I'm being honest with you."

Jennifer looked back at him, expressing concern in her face. She sat her glass down on his desk as he carried on speaking.

"We don't quite see eye-to-eye when it comes to how I view my family and she questions my decision making."

Letting out a sigh, he carried on.

"I didn't want to make you remember what happened the last time you were at the club with Steven. That was a bad night, you know?"

"Tony..."

Jennifer spoke low in her tone as she reached for his hand below. She clutched his hand, gazing into his eyes as she replied.

"I'm trying to forget all about that. I don't know what I was thinking when I chose to date Steven. I think he's a good man at heart, but..."

He cut her off.

"He has his ways, as you saw."

Pulling a bit closer to her, Tony continued on speaking.

"Steven might be my younger brother Jen, but when it comes to how we do things, there's a difference."

"Tony I know this, you don't have to tell me."

Letting out another sigh, Tony couldn't hold himself back. Jennifer was one of his long time old friends and he felt he could trust her to express his true feelings.

"Family is the most important thing to me, Jen. Without family, what else do you have? Steven don't see it that way and neither does Salma. I can't get her to see it my way while she told me over and over how I needed to let him be the man around here. He's the one with all the cojones, if you ask her."

Pulling away from her, he turned his back to gaze out the window once more. Tony carried on speaking.

"I don't know what else I could've done. You know about Ramón and Carlos, the now infamous Diaz Brothers as the papers like to call them. They've had a field day writing garbage about my family and digging up stuff from ten, twenty, even thirty years ago. Bunch of cowboys, but that's my name. That's my family!"

As he shouted in pain, Jennifer stepped over and embraced Tony into her arms, hugging him tightly as she rested her head beneath his chin.

"Tony, it's okay. I know how much you care about your family."

She raised her head, looking back at him as she cupped his cheeks in both hands.

"Let me take care of you tonight. You don't have to think about Salma. She should be here with you tonight celebrating, but let that be her loss."

While their eyes met, a brief pause was audible outside the walls of the V.I.P. private rooms as the band had stopped after a song. Cheers could be heard before a familiar chord was played by the guitar, followed by a roaring solo that began over a slow chord progression. Tony recognized those lines as the beginning of the Isley Brothers' famous hit 'Voyage to Atlantis'. He pushed his lips to Jennifer's and embraced her in this moment, passionately kissing his old friend as he closed his eyes. Jennifer responded by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing back. This was their moment together as old lovers, always finding themselves together through the years. It didn't matter how many relationships they went through, here they were now like all those times before.

"Can I go on my way without you?

Whoa, how can I know?

If I go on my way without you.

Whoa, where would I go..."

The lyrics rang out loudly from the singer's powerful voice, just as Tony and Jennifer broke their kiss. She gazed back into his eyes for a moment as they didn't have to say anything. No words were needed between the two of them. Jennifer rested her head into his chest, just beneath his chin to allow Tony this moment to hold her. The band outside continued their rendition of the classic song as Jennifer spoke to Tony.

"Come on, I think we should go rock the boat tonight. Me and you, just like old times."

Tony smiled and kissed her again in response to her words. What time it was didn't matter to him as the grand re-opening of Disco Fever would soon carry into the midnight hours. Jennifer wanted to leave and go back to his yacht. Together, they would leave the office hand in hand. Tony didn't fear he had anything to worry about tonight, not with his son in the building who could easily step in and manage the place in his absence. When they left the office, Tony motioned to Pablo with his hand to pull his assistant beside and give him instructions for his son. Jennifer simply turned around, smiling at him as she walked backwards to tease the man. When he was done with his assistant, Tony flashed her a grin and caught up with her. They made an exit from the V.I.P. halls as the band singer began to sing the song's chorus with his bass and guitar player completing the line in backing vocals.

"I'll always... come back to you.

I'll always... come back to you."

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1 HOUR LATER

Small waves crashed against the sides of the massive yacht moored at the Bayside Marketplace. Lights reflected down onto the water's dark surface from buildings towering on each side in the quiet night. Inside the walls and back in the master bedroom cabin of the yacht, sounds were definitely audible throughout the room. Tony and Jennifer's clothes were strewn across the floor in no direction to make sense of who took what off first. All that mattered for them was the loving embrace they shared as passionate flames were now burning within. The lights above had been dimmed to make up for the lack of candles to light around the room. Jennifer let out a soft cry as she leaned her back among the pillows at the front of the bed's headboard. Eyes shut, her hands moved down to her breasts that she softly squeezed as Tony's head was down between her thighs.

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh yes..."

Swallowing her breath, she let out another moan while Tony's tongue slithered past her vulva lips and slowly shook from within her. Jennifer spread her hands over the sheets of the bed below, raking her nails down before gripping the fabric. There was no better place for Tony to be after a night like this, now laying on the bed with his mouth embedded over Jennifer's juicy cunt. He took his time, savoring her taste as he slithered his tongue in and out of her. His hands had moved over her thighs with his right hand eventually finding her clit above. He wasted no time rubbing it, working to give her that extra bit of pleasure as she squeezed her own breasts. Jennifer raised her head, letting out another loud moan as Tony continued to work his tongue within her.

"Tony, ohhhh Tony. Don't stop, yes! Yesssss!!"

Panting and breathing heavily, Jennifer raised her legs by sliding her feet back across the golden sheets of the bed. From her position, it was easy to glance down and see his head moving slightly with each second of his tongue slithering within her. She swallowed her breath, knowing what was about to come as Tony was hard at work to pleasure her with all of his love. Biting down on her lower lip, Jennifer began to whimper. A familiar sound he knew all too well as Tony was confident that she was close to her breaking point. He didn't stop, still darting his tongue in out of her as Jennifer began to breathe heavily once again. Her hands clutched at the bed sheets, snatching them in her grasp.

"Ohhhhhh, OHHHHHHH, TONYYYYY!!"

His efforts had paid off as Jennifer tensed up, her legs slightly shaking right as Tony's mouth flooded with her warm juices. He swallowed quickly, taking in every bit of her sweet love nectar. With another swallow, Tony moved up, gazing forward as his eyes traced up her shaved pussy and to her perfect muscular stomach. He needed a moment to gaze at her goddess body before setting eyes upon her face. Jennifer looked back at him, not uttering a single word as Tony leaned forward to press his body against hers and feel her arms wrapped around him. Her erect nipples could be felt pressing into his hairy chest. Their lips met and he was eager to kiss her tenderly, dancing his tongue against hers and giving Jennifer a taste of her own juices from within his mouth. As they kissed, Tony made an attempt to wrap his arms around her but Jennifer had other ideas in mind.

She shoved forward and as Tony broke the kiss, Jennifer rolled them onto the left side of the bed. His lips found a spot on her neck where he eagerly sucked and began to kiss his way up to her right side ear. The sound of her deep exhales and soft cries only made his heart beat continue to race. Feeling his cock pushing between her thighs, Jennifer pulled herself back from him and began to crawl up from the bed. She left Tony there laying on his side as she positioned herself up all fours, sinking the palms of her hands down into the bed sheets while curving her lips into a seductive grin and gazing down at him. Tony returned the smile and began to get up. He didn't have to say anything, not with witnessing such an expression across her face. Her desire was something he knew all too well and he was ready to get it to her as he stood up on the bed and moved behind her.

"You missed this big booty, didn't you?"

Jennifer spoke aloud as she knew Tony's eyes were fixated upon her giant ass from behind. He took a moment to admire it, running his hands over her skin. She responded by leaning back and then slowly rotating her hips to twerk against his hands. Tony grunted and then reared his right hand back to bring it down for a hard spank. A soft moan was heard from her low voice before Jennifer bit down on her lower lip and shoved her ass back to him. Tony gripped his cock, running it up the crack of her ass to tease her. Her pony tail whipped around as Jennifer glanced back at him from beyond her shoulder.

"Does my booty still make you feel like you're on top of the world, Tony? Mmmmm, I never forgot the time you told me that."

"Yeah, you've really made me feel like a king tonight, let me tell you that."

Giggling at him, Jennifer shook her ass again. Tony stood there, rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her mighty ass to tease her. Her gold hoop ear rings shook along with the pony tail dangling from the back of her head. With a decision to make for which to do first, Tony gripped his cock and moved it down to her thighs, softly rubbing it against her wet mound. Jennifer closed her eyes, gazing forward while calling out to him.

"Yes, yes... That's it, Tony. Take me, yes!"

As she called out to him, he hunched over and sank his cock deeper into her juicy cunt. Tony's hands found a spot at her hips as he began to slowly thrust into her. Jennifer gasped, gripping the sheets beneath her as the golden hoop ear rings and her pony tail began to shake around.

"Ohhhh, Jen! Baby, you have no idea how much I've missed doing stuff like this with you. It's been far too long."

Calling out to her in heated passion, Tony grunted and began to buck his hips harder. Jennifer gasped moaning as her breasts underneath began to shake and wobble about. With each full thrust into her and their bodies hitting together, Tony witnessed her firm ass cheeks shake lightly. He let out a grunt and reared his right hand back, smacking that powerful booty loudly.

"Ohhhhh, yeah! Do that again!"

Spank! Once more his hand smacked across her mighty ass. Tony moaned as he began to thrust into her harder and faster. Listening to Jennifer moan and call out to him as their bodies smacked together, the sound becoming louder at a rapid pace. His balls began to slap onto the undersides of her massive ass, creating even more sounds throughout the room. Jennifer gasped, calling out to him.

"Tony! OHHHHHHHH, GOD!!"

Having already completed one of his tasks in pleasuring her by eating her pussy earlier, Tony had other plans besides having his cock inside of her. He slowed down and began to ease his long, thick shaft from her juicy cunt. Jennifer's voice letting out a sigh was heard loud and clear to Tony as he soon witnessed her head moving to glance across her shoulder as he slid his cock up the crack of her ass once more. She bit down on her lower lip, not uttering a single word as she winked at the man. Jennifer proceeded to roll her hips in a twerk rotation with his shaft right down the crack of her ass. For a moment, Tony stood there and witnessed this amazing moment. Jennifer bit down on her lip, letting out a loud moan as she seemed to eagerly await his next move.

He used his hands to clap down on her ass, squeezing her ass cheeks together. Jennifer came to a complete halt of twerking and then began to softly giggle as she felt his cock sliding up and down the crack of her booty. Jennifer giggled as she came to a halt with her movements and let out a soft moan. Tony continued to thrust his cock between her ass cheeks, letting out a moan in his teasing act of hotdogging. Once more, Jennifer giggled under her breath. She knew how much he adored her body and especially her world famous booty that he was now playing with. Taking his time, he thrust his cock between her ass cheeks, watching it move up and down for another minute before he had enough. After letting go of those plump cheeks, it was time to go inside. Gripping his dick, Tony shoved it towards her dark little hole and then slowly slid in.

"Mmmmmmmm, there you go..."

Jennifer spoke to him in a low, sensual voice. Tony had to take a deep breath as his focused down, watching his cock push into her ass.

"I want that cock right where it belongs, honey. Mmmmm, go ahead. Don't make me wait for this, I want it. I need you, Tony."

"Nuestro amor es fuerte, Jennifer..."

Speaking to her in Spanish language as a way of professing his feelings, Tony bucked his hips forward and watched his cock sink snugly into the wonderful ass of Jennifer Lopez. A familiar place he had been many times in past years, but there was something special about this moment of intimacy between them tonight. Hearing her moan as he began to thrust into her ass, Tony braced himself and moved his hands over her hips.

"Yes, YES!! Don't stop! I want to feel you! Give it to me, Tony! GIVE IT TO ME!!"

As Jennifer screamed to him with her demands, Tony grunted and delivered. Inch after inch of his long cock pumping into her phat wonderful ass. Their bodies began to smack together with each full thrust he made. Jennifer grasped at the bed sheets, clawing at them between her fingers as she screamed.

"OHHHHHHH, YES! OHHHHHHH, GOD!!"

"Jennifer, ohhhhhhh god!! I have missed you so much!!"

Crying out to her, he reared his right hand back and gave her booty a proper smack before re-adjusting a grip at her hips. Tony groaned, pumping his cock in and out of her ass while her pony tail and golden hoop ear rings whipped and shook around. Jennifer had closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip upon feeling his length slam into her again and again. Tony was in heaven with his cock shoved inside her ass.

"I can't stop!!"

"DON'T STOP, HONEY! GIVE IT ALL TO ME!!"

Gritting his teeth, Tony grunted again and began to pick up the pace, bucking his hips at a faster steady rhythm. Over and over, he watched his cock pump in and out of what he believed to be the world's greatest ass. There was nothing better than this as a way to end his night, giving Jennifer his love in the form of pounding her phat rump. She moaned and yelled to him as he began to slow himself down as a way to hold off the inevible building up from within him.

"Don't stop, Tony! I want you to shoot that hot load right up my ass! Give it to me like you used to do!"

She glanced at him from beyond her right shoulder, offering him a subtle smile that only Jennifer could do for the man. Tony responded by coming to a stop. His cock still lodged in her ass, he leaned forward, almost laying over her back and using his hands to softly caress her back until he found her shoulders. Slightly breathing down her neck, Tony's lips pressed beneath her ear as he whispered to her.

"You've always been more than a friend to me, baby... I'll never forget the moments we share like this."

Bucking his hips once more, Tony pounded slowly into her ass while listening to Jennifer's soft moans and breathing. She had adjusted her hands over her bed sheets, sliding them down so she could lean her head against one of the pillows up front. With her face down, Jennifer shoved her ass up to quietly encourage him to finish. Tony groaned and leaned up, gripping her shoulders gently as he bucked his hips and began to exhale deeply. He was so close, but at the height of pleasure, he didn't want this moment to end.

"Ohhhhhh amante, OHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!!

Grunting again, he began to wail off in his cries upon the feeling of an orgasm buried within Jennifer's ass. She moaned, dropping her lower lip and gasping.

"Ohhhhhh, mmmmmmm... Tony..."

Softly speaking her words, Jennifer lay over the bed as he leaned up and made one last thrust into her ass. Tony embraced this moment with her before he began to slowly pull his cock out of her dark little hole, watching as a stream of his cum leaked out and dripped from her ass down to her thighs. Stepping aside from the bed, Tony immediately collapsed on his stomach right next to Jennifer. She moved towards him from the left side, snuggling up to him as she lay her head over his chest and listened to his heart beat. Tony was exhausted from this night spent making love with her, now breathing a sigh of relief as he couldn't have felt any better after these past two hard months. He wrapped his arms around her to gently cradle her, glancing down to see those beautiful brown eyes gazing up at him and that soft smile. Tony wanted to say something, but there was no words to capture this moment. He kissed her forehead, ready now to drift into a deep slumber with a woman he loved.

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1 DAY LATER

The morning sun had come hours earlier as Tony began to awaken in his bed alone. He glanced over at the clock sitting on his nightstand to see it was almost eleven at noon meaning he had clearly overslept. For the past month alone he had been getting up every morning around seven and making coffee, but today was an exception. As he got out of bed and realized he was naked, looking down to see his clothes from last night scattered over the floor, memories began to flood through his mind of what happened. Jennifer's high heels were still on the floor, the one hint he had that she was still on board the yacht. He grabbed his suit jacket, digging for his smartphone out of the inner pocket to see if Salma had at least sent him a text message. No answer with zero communication between them for the past four days. Not letting it bother him too much for now, Tony stomped his way into the bathroom to get a shower.

The warm water spraying from the faucet head was a nice way to fully awaken before having a single cup of coffee. He felt some guilt for the fact he had cheated on Salma with Jennifer last night, but he could not worry about those feelings right now. Tony took his time in the shower washing his body but knew better than to stay in the shower for too long. After getting out, he shaved his face and then went back into the bedroom to put on some underwear and wrap a robe over his freshly cleaned body. All in all, he had taken only twenty minutes to himself before now stepping out of the bedroom cabin and exploring his mega yacht. Tony began to walk through the halls to the inner cabins, finding his way into the main cabin where Jennifer was seated over the couch, sipping on a cup of coffee as she wore a purple robe, undone to reveal her white matching thong and bra.

"Good morning, Mr. Club King!"

An old nickname calling out from her voice, Tony blushed as he smiled. Jennifer got up from where she was seated and sat her coffee down a table close by. She turned back to the couch, grabbing a folded paper as she stepped her way over Tony to greet him with with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Jen, I wasn't expecting you to still be here this morning. I overslept, you should've woke me up."

"Oh no, I wasn't doing that to you, Tony. You were sleeping so peacefully and I think you deserved to rest."

Handing him the paper, Jennifer smiled. Tony glanced down to see it was the newest print of the Miami Herald, Saturday's edition. Taking it from her hand, Tony unfolded it to see the front page as he began to speak.

"Where did you get this? I don't have paper delivery to the boat."

"I had one of your drivers go into town and get it. Look, right here-"

Jennifer spoke while pointing down on the front page. A column near the bottom carried the headline of 'Return of Disco Fever'.

"You made it to page three, honey. There's a whole section about last night."

Tony began to smile as he opened the paper and immediately turned to the third page. Jennifer stepped her way to the side, studying his facial expression as Tony witnessed the full color printed photos of his club. The story appeared to be written by a journalist who had arrived sometime later in the night before he and Jennifer departed. There were two photos from inside the club, one showing the new disco ball and another of the live band. Tony began reading the article as it opened with glowing praise, going as far as to call Disco Fever 'a beloved piece of Miami night life'. Tony let out a sigh of relief after reading through a few paragraphs, one mentioning his name and the sudden close down of the club last month, but not a printed word about Carlos or Ramón. Letting out a sigh of relief, he spoke up.

"Let me tell you something, baby. It's nice to read something in the papers for a change that isn't talking about the infamous Diaz brothers."

"Look, there's your boy, little Tony. He took an interview last night after we left."

Jennifer pointed to a small photo at the bottom of the page. In front of neon lights was the smiling mug belonging to his son Antonio. Wearing a white blazer jacket with a visible pink shirt underneath, the young man smiled in front of the camera as he stood near the bar. His brown hair had grown slightly at length past his ears, split down the middle fitting with a black mustache he now carried with his overal appearance. Tony's eyes wandered down below, reading the caption to the photo: 'like father, like son: Antonio Diaz at the grand re-opening of Disco Fever'. The blurb of printed words detailed a short interview of questions with Antonio's answers. For a moment, Tony was simply thankful that the journalist didn't ask any questions regarding Carlos or Ramón, nor his late grandfather Rafael.

"I guess we left just in time, huh? Had we stayed another hour, the whole article would just be about me at the club and a ton of pictures of us together."

Her words snapped him back into reality. Tony glanced away from the newspaper and back at Jennifer, now thinking to himself as he offered her a goofy smirk.

"That reminds me... I was gonna ask you last night and forgot. What made you show up out the blue at my club to start with?"

Smiling back at him, Jennifer threw her arms around his neck and leaned in, their foreheads nearly butting together as their eyes locked.

"I think you are forgetting that I surprised you the first time you re-opened that club a few years ago. You're an old friend Tony, I wasn't going to pass up the chance up to surprise you again."

Before he could reply to her words, Jennifer leaned in and pushed her lips to his. Tony folded the paper, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around her to embrace the woman into a tender kiss. As he moaned into her mouth, she began to pull away, looking back at him with a small grin as he opened her eyes. Now was the time for her to ask him about serious questions regarding a future together, their future.

"I think we have a lot to talk about today, Tony."

"We do, baby."

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9 HOURS LATER

Waking up at noon had become all too normal in Antonio's life. At this point in time, he at least had a year's worth of experience under his belt of living on this fixed sleeping schedule. He lived at night and was usually in bed as the sun began to rise up in the early morning. The past month had been filled with plenty of free time besides working alongside his father, but much of that time was spent working out with an exercise bike and occasionally sitting down to play a game on his laptop. At twenty-fours of age now in his young life, he knew where his priorities were in carrying the mantle of a career that had been deciding for him years ago. To some young men, it would not have been easy to be born as the only child to Tony Diaz, but Antonio had come to live with it.

Many others may have thought of such a legacy to uphold as something of a burden and Antonio himself had similar thoughts at one point. He had never developed a strong bond with his father growing up, instead favoring his uncle Steven whom he believed to always have his back no matter what. It was an odd relationship as he didn't have a mother to lean back on after her untimely death from an age where he was too young to remember. Despite the rough times in the past, Antonio had put it behind him when his father closed down the club he would own one day in the later future. Personal feelings had to be set aside for the importance of family and a true test that awaited him down the line. He would not have his trusty uncle Steven to reach out to this time for help.

Though he had managed the club many nights in the past two years, Antonio couldn't shake the nervous tensions he felt upon midnight hours from a day ago. Little did he expect his father to up and leave him before the local media arrived to snap photographs and offer an interview. To him, he felt it was his turn to step up to the plate and make a name for himself. With so much controversy surrounding his family name and knowing everything hinged on the future of the night club, Antonio accepted his path and owned it. Now he would have the second night of the newly renovated club all to himself without his father around. Before the day began to shift into the night with the moon rising, Antonio received a phone call from his father. It was delightful to hear from his old man giving him props and going on about how proud he was to see his face in the newspapers.

Before hanging up the phone, Tony explained to his son that he had some personal matters to take care of which would be his reason for not showing up at the club tonight. Antonio figured it was better off not to ask his father too many questions, as he had the club all to himself for at least for this special Saturday night. He was further given instructions on how to handle journalists if another one entered the club for an interview. 'Whatever you do, ignore any questions that might come up about your cousins. You know, Carlos and Ramón. Tell them you don't want to talk about it and then ask them to leave, you hear me? Don't feel like you're obliged to take any shit from a reporter. Call security if you have to, don't forget that.'

Getting off the phone, he felt confident that tonight would bring some fun. Antonio was well aware how concerned his father was over the local Miami media, given the history that carried with their family. While there was an effort for promoting the club locally, Antonio fixated a bit of his time to social media. His father had approved an idea to pay a social media manager for promoting the club and advertising online. Before he got ready to leave tonight, he was tempted to check online but for now the young man didn't want to be pre-occupied sitting down in front of a laptop or checking his phone routinely. After a shower, he got dressed in a light blue shirt and then went with white pants and a matching white blazer jacket to go with it, taking fashion cues from his uncle Steven. Thinking of him tonight, Antonio couldn't help but shake the odd feeling that he wasn't there. Happy to hear his father's praise, it still would have meant more to him coming from Steven.

Entering the club from the back door, Antonio immediately stepped through the V.I.P. halls and was on way up the staircase to his office when the new assistant Pablo approached him with greetings for tonight. Antonio had to explain to him that his father would not be in the club tonight, so it was up to him for the night. As per usual with managing a night like this, Antonio's first errands for Pablo involved him taking tabs on the coming V.I.P. guests. Since the club had been closed down for a month during renovations, the book of special members had to start over from scratch despite the assumption more than a few regulars would journey their way back to the club. Entering his office, Antonio immediately checked the phone to see if he had any messaged needed tending to and then called the security office room to make sure all guards were on duty tonight.

Not wanting to waste his time sitting in an office all night while the club was becoming active with the passing hours, Antonio ventured out. He found Pablo in the halls of the V.I.P. room and gave him more instructions to let him know if he was needed anywhere. The other man nodded and gave his word before Antonio clutched the golden knob of the white door and walked out onto the upper balcony. He was met with a fog from the distance in neon lights of pink and blue hues, coming from the dance floor and stage where the band was playing. Passing his way between a few people, he walked to the stairs and went down a floor. Feeling pretty good as he listened to the band stomping through a cover rendition of the Ohio Players' classic song 'Fopp', Antonio grinned at the bass beat while making his way to the bar.

From the distance, he caught sight of a short woman with long brunette hair extending down her back. She appeared to be wearing a black shirt with matching pants down below that hugged every tight curve down to a thick, round buttocks. She leaned over the bar, pushing her ass out and legs spread, black high heels down below. Antonio glanced around, just to make sure he wasn't the only man standing about taking in this amazing sight of a world class ass in front of him. It was rude to stare, so he walked behind her, approaching the bar and then noticing the bartender catch sight of him. An old man sat behind the bar dressed in a white tuxedo as part of his dress code. His grey hair and matching mustache made him stick out from the other employees of Disco Fever, but an old friend of Antonio's father: Charlie. He offered a smile, waving his hand to the young man.

"Antonio! Qué puedo conseguirte?"

The man called out to him in Spanish while the woman began to immediately turn around, shoving her right forearm down over the bar's marble stone surface. Antonio stood there and got a good look of what definitely appeared to be a model standing to face him. Her outfit was a black pant suit with a long V neck that offered an amazing sight at her massive, busty cleavage. Big brown eyes gazed back at him with a soft smile. He immediately recognized her as a model he had followed on social media sites over the past few years. There was no way he could mistake Demi Rose Mawby for any other woman, unless she had a doppelgänger locally in town who had dropped by. Antonio offered a smile to her, then nodded at the bartender and replied.

"Hey Charlie, get me a shot of Jack Daniels, will ya?"

Stepping up to the bar next to the woman, Antonio turned and smiled to her. He immediately noticed she had not ordered a drink yet and then he spoke again to the bartender.

"Has this lady ordered herself something to drink yet?"

"No, she just made her way up here."

Smiling back at her, Antonio studied the facial expression she carried and knew definitely he was face to face with Demi Rose. He would soon know for sure as the buxom woman parted her lips and spoke in a heavy British accent.

"Get me a margarita."

Her eyes never left his as she spoke. Antonio glanced back to the bartender and then tapped his finger down on the marble surface of the bar.

"This one's on me."

Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, Antonio took out his wallet to immediately pay. Charlie laughed at him, shaking his head.

"You're a manager, Antonio. You should know this drink is free, same for the Miss. here at your request."

"Thank you very much."

Smirking back at him as they stood at the bar awaiting their drinks, Demi turned to look back at him, speaking again.

"You're Antonio Diaz, huh?"

Giving her a slight nod, he replied back with her name.

"Yeah and I think I'm talking to the one and only Miss. Demi Rose Mawby, correct?"

She smiled, flashing her teeth in surprise right as the bartender set their drinks on the table.

"I wasn't expecting anyone to recognize me tonight, let alone the club's manager."

Giggling at him, she clutched the small glass with a straw and proceeded to sip from it. Antonio grabbed his shot glass and immediately downed the whiskey quickly, letting out an audible 'ahhh' as he tasted every last drop of the alcohol swallowed down his throat. She studied him and then spoke again.

"Given your choice of drink, I take it that you're quite the hard partying kinda guy."

Antonio chuckled, returning another smirk at her beneath his mustache.

"Maybe. I guess it depends on what hour of the night you're meeting me."

Demi took another sip of her drink and then spoke again.

"So how did you recognize me? That's something I'd like to know."

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You seem to know my full name."

Her eyes watched him as she leaned against the table, knowing that his eyes would move down below to see her busty cleavage pushed into the tight shirt. Demi bit down on her lower lip before replying.

"Well, first of all the bartender said your name. Second, you were on the local news this morning. I'm in town looking to do some photo shoots and what can I say? I'm a girl that likes a good time, so I wanted to see what this club had to offer."

"Are you impressed tonight? I mean... I could sit here all night and waste your time, if you aren't."

Openly flirting with her to see what kind of reaction he would get Antonio, grinned. Demi finished her drink and set the glass back down over the bar. Antonio kept his eyes focused on her as she began to step away from the bar. He turned his head as she glanced over her shoulder as if to notice his eyes glancing down at her giant ass. Motioning with her right hand, she called out to him.

"Come on, let's dance!"

Smirking back at her, the young man stepped away and began to follow her, leaving Charlie behind the bar to just laugh by himself. 'Like father, like son', he spoke under his breath. Demi offered her hand and then Antonio began to walk her to the dance floor, but not without speaking up.

"You know, I could arrange something to get you a photo shoot at the club. Might help both of us out, cause I know how famous you are online."

Turning to face him as they stepped onto the dance floor, Demi shook her head.

"No, not right now. That's business! We're gonna have some fun right now and if you give me a night to remember, then we can talk business!"

The band stood on stage after finishing one of their own original songs. They thanked the audience cheering and clapping from the dance floor, all before the guitar player moved his fingers across the strings and began playing the opening riff to another song they were about to cover. Few in the crowd would have recognized the bombastic opening riff to Funkadelic's 'Funky Dollar Bill', but that didn't stop the dance floor from moving and shaking as the neon lights adjusted and shifted their colors to yellow and green soon after the singer yelled the opening verse. Demi reached for Antonio's hand and pulled him towards her as she spread her legs over the floor and began to shake her hips. He was forced to step around her, only to avoid her mighty ass from hitting his leg.

It became clear to Antonio quickly that Demi wasn't used to dancing along to a song like this with a funky based guitar driven rock song like this. A few people among the dance floor began to bang their heads lightly, shaking all around while the lights above shifted their array of colors and it was soon a green hue flashing down over everyone. Antonio grinned at Demi as she let go of his hand and soon she shoved her busty chest up against him. She watched his eyes glance down at her heavy cleavage and then she turned around, giving him the chance to witness her place her hands down onto her knees and proceed to twerk directly in front of him. 'Woooo!' A man hollered before clapping his hands together. For a brief moment, several people on the dance floor focused their attention upon Demi and her large rump shaking in front of Antonio.

Immediately rising back up and turning to face him, her long hair whipped around from behind. Antonio offered Demi his hand and proceeded to pull her a bit closer. He didn't pay attention to anyone close by with wandering eyes as a private audience. She grinned at him as their hands let go and together, they danced to the rhythm and beat of the song. A break soon followed in the rhythm, allowing the guitar player his moment to launch off into a blistering, fast paced Jimi Hendrix influenced solo. Demi had stopped dancing only for Antonio to get behind her which gave her the opportunity to shove her phat ass from behind up against his crotch. She glanced beyond her right shoulder to smirk and witness the expression of surprise on his face. He took her hand, pulling her close.

"Come on! I think I just found the club's first new V.I.P. if you want it to be you, Demi!"

"Get me off this dance floor, Antonio!"

He laughed at her reaction, stepping backwards and then taking her hand as he pulled her off the small steps leading down to the platinum floor below. Together they got off the dance floor and began to walk quickly around the club as he was eager to take this beautiful model into a place of privacy. When Antonio got her to one of the white doors leading into the inner halls behind the club, Demi turned to him and smirked. They stepped past two security guards inside and now he had a moment to show her around. Reaching down below, Antonio clutched her hand as they began to walk down the hall. Her heels stomped and boomed loudly on the floor below as they went up a fleet of stairs.

"My office is up here and the bigger private rooms are on this floor."

"Private rooms? What are they for?"

"For private parties and when our special guests don't want to be bothered by anyone unless it's a waiter bringing them wine or something."

They continued down the hall before Antonio stopped at one door close to the offices. It was unlocked and he opened it, offering her entry with a smirk across his lips beneath his mustache.

"Ladies first"

She grinned back at him, stepping through the door while speaking in that sexy English tone of voice.

"Still trying to play a gentleman for me, I see."

Demi stomped her way into the room as Antonio followed right behind her. She took a glance around the room, noticing the large space and what appeared to be luxury white leather couches in the room and a large flat screen TV hanging opposite of them on the wall connected to the door. A small glass rectangular shaped coffee table was in front of the couch, as it was large enough to seat at least eight people. A lounge chair was in the room, also in white to match the color of the walls and other furniture. Down below was a rug in leopard pattern stripes. Demi's heels clacked down below over the floor's surface.

"Wow, this looks pretty good. Were you trying to outdo the nightclubs back at Ibiza with this kind of service for your special guests?"

She turned around and grinned, giving him an innocent smile before stepping around the room. Antonio didn't reply before Demi spoke again.

"I like a club that isn't afraid to treat it's guest when we are clearly more important than the average club goer."

"Well, you're gonna be the first V.I.P. of the club since our re-opening. I'll need you to fill out a bit of paper work in my office so I can get your name in the system and make you a card, but-"

Demi cut him off in speech.

"Ohhhh, I get a club card huh? That's nice! I already have a whole wallet full of them back in my hotel."

Antonio found himself laughing at her words. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants and stood there as she placed her hands on her hips, standing face to face with him.

"I know you were eager to talk business earlier, but I'm still not in the mood for it. Let's face it. You brought me to a room where you could have me all for yourself, isn't that right?"

Without wasting any seconds of precious time, Demi pulled down the straps of her shirt, watching his face as she now stepped her way closer. Antonio didn't bother replying to her and soon, he had her busty tits pressing up against his chest. She threw her arms around him and made the first move, shoving her lips to his for a long deep kiss. Antonio wrapped his arms around her and gave in. The thought of seduction had not crossed his mind at all, for his desire to this woman was too strong. For the past year, he had been looking at her photos on social media almost daily to keep up with who he thought to be one of the most gorgeous glamour models he had ever witnessed on screen. Now he was locking lips with the one and only Demi Rose Mawby, trading passionate kisses back and forth with her.