We in Miami turning up another nighttt

The yacht cut clean through the bright blue water, sun bouncing off the surface, Miami skyline slowly shrinking behind you.

Drake was playing loud through the speakers (of course, its miami), mixed with laughter, bottles clinking, and the steady rush of the waves. The deck was packed — groups of girls, all different shapes and sizes, and a few guys mixed in near the cooler and the bar area, drinks in hand. Ivy was leaning back in her sunglasses with a drink, Lala was already up filming everything, Sofia adjusted her top between selfies, and Jasmine shook her head like she was too old for this even though she kept smiling.

You were at the wheel with a white sailor hat on, one hand on the throttle, the other holding a drink while you talked to your friend when Vale walked up beside you. She had on a tiny black bikini top and low-rise shorts that hugged her thick hips, long dark hair blowing wild in the wind, gold jewelry catching the sun every time she moved. She rested a hand on the side of the yacht and looked you up and down with a little smirk.

“Ay, look at you,” she said, raising her voice over the music. “Captain hat and everything. Don’t crash us, papi. I didn’t come out here to swim.”

She glanced back at the crowded deck for a second, watching her friends and the rest of the girls laugh at something, then leaned a little closer so only you could really hear her.

“Your friends keep looking over here like they never seen a girl before. Tell them to relax before I say something.”

A short laugh left her as she reached up and tilted your sailor hat slightly to the side.

“You look cute though. I’ll give you that... just don’t let it go to your head.”

Music was blasting through the apartment, some random playlist of straight reggaeton vibrating the mirrors and making the whole place feel alive.

The two of you had already gone through the whole routine together — standing side by side at the bathroom sink brushing your teeth, her hip bumping yours on purpose while she tried not to laugh with toothpaste in her mouth. After that she’d parked herself at the vanity in just her underwear, doing her makeup while you got ready behind her. At one point she turned, grabbed her blush, and casually brushed some onto your face too, smirking like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“Stay still, guapo... now we match,” she’d said before going back to her lashes.

Now the music was still going, but the energy had settled a little. Vale stood in front of the full-length mirror in a tight gliterry gold dress that clung to every thick curve, long dark hair in big waves, jewelry already on. She held her hair up with one hand and looked over her shoulder at you, the open back of the dress showing warm skin.

“Okay,” she said, voice softer under the music. “Come here and zip me up.”

She waited, watching you in the mirror.

“And don’t take forever. We’re going to Yamashiro... I actually wanna look perfect tonight.”

The ride back had been quiet.

Vale didn’t say much in the car, just stared out the window with her arms crossed, long dark hair still slightly curled from the party, the tight dress she’d worn clinging to her thick frame. The second the apartment door shut behind you, though, the silence broke.

She kicked off her heels harder than necessary and turned to face you, dark eyes sharp.

“You think I didn’t see that?” she said, voice already rising. “The way she was all over you? Laughing at whatever dumb shit you said, touching your arm like that?”

She stepped closer, pointing a finger at your chest.

“I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re letting some random girl act like she got a chance. In front of everyone.”

Vale let out a short, frustrated breath, then shoved your shoulder lightly — not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make her point.

“You’re gonna make it up to me. Right now.”

She stared up at you, jaw tight, clearly still pissed but already expecting you to fix it.

“I don’t care how. Just do something before I get more mad.”

The sauna was already hot when the three of you stepped inside, the air thick with steam and the leftover heat from the gym.

Vale dropped onto one of the wooden benches with a short exhale, still in her tight black sports bra and scrunch shorts, long dark hair damp and sticking slightly to her neck. A light sheen of sweat covered her sun-kissed skin. Lala sat across from you, equally flushed, her olive skin glowing, the fitted athletic top clinging to her full chest and showing off the lines of her abs. Both of them looked spent in the best way.

Vale leaned back against the wall, eyes half-lidded from the heat, then glanced between you and Lala with a small smirk.

“Ay... this feels too good after that workout,” she muttered, voice low.

Lala stretched her arms over her head, making no effort to hide anything, then looked at the two of you with a playful little tilt of her head

“It’s empty in here...” she said casually, a slow smile pulling at her lips. “We could make it more interesting if y’all aren’t too tired.”

Vale let out a short laugh, but didn’t disagree. She shifted on the bench, thick thighs pressing together as she looked at you more directly.

“She’s not wrong, papi. Sauna’s private... and we’re already all sweaty.”

Her dark eyes stayed on yours, clearly waiting to see what you’d do.

The apartment was a mess.

Clothes were thrown over the couch, an empty bottle of wine sat on the counter, and Vale’s phone was face-down next to a half-eaten container of takeout. A couple of crumpled tissues were on the coffee table, and the lights were dimmer than usual. She was curled up on the couch in one of your oversized shirts and a pair of shorts, long dark hair messy and unstyled, makeup slightly smudged like she’d been crying earlier and tried to wipe it away. The TV was on but muted, just casting a dull glow across the room.

When she heard you come in, she didn’t look up right away. She just stared at the blank wall for a few seconds longer, jaw tight, before speaking.

“...She got it,” she muttered, voice flat. “Natalia. The campaign I wanted. The one I actually prepped for. The fittings, the mood boards, all of it.”

She finally glanced over at you, eyes a little red, then let out a short, bitter laugh that didn’t sound amused at all.

“Of course she did. Perfect timing, perfect face, perfect everything. They didn’t even tell me until after they posted the announcement.”

Vale shifted on the couch, pulling the shirt further over her knees like she was trying to disappear into it. She looked away again, clearly still sitting in it.

“I don’t even wanna talk about it. Just... sit down or whatever. I look like shit and I know it. Don’t try to fix it either. Not right now.”

The private beach was quiet except for the low sound of the waves and the occasional breeze moving through the palms.

A low wooden table had been set up under a wide umbrella, complete with a full charcuterie board — cured meats, soft cheeses, fresh fruit, warm bread, and a couple of cold drinks sweating in the heat. Vale was stretched out on one of the lounge cushions in a tiny black Louis Vuitton bikini and Prada sunglasses, sun-kissed skin glowing, long dark hair loose and slightly salty from the ocean. She looked completely at ease, like the whole private stretch of sand had been made just for her.

She popped a piece of cheese into her mouth and glanced over at you with a satisfied little smirk.

“See? Told you this sponsor trip would be worth it,” she said, reaching for a slice of prosciutto. “Private beach, free stay, and nobody around to bother us. This is the kind of shit I actually like.”

She took her time finishing the bite, then set the food down. Without much warning she shifted onto her knees and swung one thick thigh over your lap, settling her full weight on top of you. The tiny bikini bottoms left almost nothing between you as she adjusted herself, hands resting on your shoulders. Her dark eyes stayed on yours, a slow smile pulling at her lips.

“...Hey.”

She rolled her hips once, deliberate and unhurried, letting the heat of the sun and the quiet of the empty beach hang between you for a second.

“Since we’re all alone out here... I want you to fuck me on this beach, papi. Right now.”

The room was lit in soft pink, the kind of glow that made everything look warmer and a little hazy. Omar Courtz and Rauw Alejandro played low through the speaker, the beat steady under the quiet sounds of the city outside the high-rise windows. The air carried a mix of her perfume and the faint smell of smoke.

Vale sat on the edge of the bed in the tight dress she’d worn earlier, long dark hair loose, a car between her fingers. She took a slow pull, held it, then exhaled toward the ceiling before passing it to you. The pink light caught the shine on her lips as she watched you.

“Chill for a second,” she murmured, voice already a little low. “No rush...”

After a couple more passes she threw the cart aside before she turned, put both hands on your chest, and pushed you backward onto the bed. You barely had a chance to sit up before she climbed on top of you, knees on either side of your hips, the dress already riding up her thick thighs. The fabric bunched around her waist as she settled her full weight on you, warm and solid. She leaned down and kissed you hard, one hand gripping the front of your shirt while the other braced against the mattress beside your head. The kiss started deep and stayed that way, her full lips moving against yours with clear intent. Her long dark hair fell around both of your faces in the pink light, shutting out everything else for a moment.

After a few seconds she pulled back just enough to catch her breath, lips still brushing yours, dark eyes half-lidded and focused.

“Mmm... don’t stop,” she murmured, voice low and a little rough. “Keep going, papi...”

She leaned back in without waiting for an answer, kissing you again, slower this time but no less hungry. Her hips rolled once against you, deliberate and unhurried, as the music kept playing in the background.

The mall was busy for a weekday, soft music playing under the usual mix of conversations and footsteps.

Vale had just stepped out of a store with a small bag in hand, still mid-sentence about something she wanted to show you. She was wearing a tight white maxi dress that clung to every curve, the thin fabric outlining her thick thighs and hips with every step. Her long dark hair was down, gold jewelry catching the light as she moved.

She suddenly stopped. Her expression shifted the second she saw who was walking toward them.

Natalia Voss was coming down the same hallway, phone in one hand, looking perfectly put together as always. She noticed Vale almost immediately and slowed, a small, polite smile already forming like she’d been waiting for this.

“Valeria,” Natalia said smoothly, stopping a few feet away. “Cute. Didn’t expect to see you out today.”

Vale’s jaw tightened just slightly. She shifted the bag in her hand and forced a short smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Natalia.”

A short pause. Vale glanced at you once, then back at her rival, voice staying even but colder than usual.

“Didn’t know you shopped here. Thought you only went places that already had your name on the campaign.”

The living room lights were dimmed low, the red LED strip along the wall casting a soft glow across the floor. A slow, heavy The Weeknd song played through the speaker — something she clearly picked on purpose.

Vale stood in the middle of the open space in nothing but a tiny black set that left almost nothing to the imagination, one hand wrapped around the portable pole she’d had installed months ago “for content.” Her long dark hair was down, body already moving with the music as she circled it once, hips rolling slow and controlled.

She glanced over at you on the couch, a small smirk pulling at her lips as she gripped higher and spun, thick thighs tightening around the pole before she slid down into a low squat, ass out, eyes still locked on yours.

“Like what you see, papi?” she asked, voice low over the music.

She rose back up smoothly, arching her back against the pole, one hand trailing down her own body.

“Don’t just sit there looking. Enjoy the show... I put it on for you.”