We Still Got It

The Score

"So what kind of boat do we need T?" Michael asked curiously as Trevor looked out onto the beach and ocean for a boat.

"Something that can hold a lot of cargo that is either fast or can hide like a dream." He said looking in the ocean boredly.

"So a speed boat has little room and a Yacht has a lot of room and... Would blend right in because this is Los Santos." Michael said earning an eager yell from Trevor.

"Yeah! That's the old Michael Townley I knew and loved!" Trevor laughed and grinned. "Oh ho ho. What do we have here? Some kids are on our fucking boat!" He puts his binoculars down and the two made it over to the jet skis stationed by the peer. "We need to borrow this! So get the fuck off!" Trevor yelled throwing a man off a jet ski. Michael does the same and looks at Trevor.

"Lead the way T!" Michael yelled over the waves crashing against his vehicle. Trevor gives a thumbs up and the two drive to the yacht which could be heard playing music extremely loud making it the perfect target. They pull up to the boat and board it quitely. "Ok let's be smart about this. We don't know how many people are-"

"So who owns this beautiful boat?!" Trevor asked loudly looking around at only four women and a young man running back and fourth yelling.

"Don't break my parents yacht! Fucking calm down! Is this a stain!? Are you fucking kidding me?!" The young man yelled at the females. Trevor picks up the kid casually causing him to squirm. "Who the fuck are you?!"

"The new owner of this fucking boat now get off!" He throws the boy off the boat and Michael runs to the captains quarters and takes off. The girls cheer and run up to the two.

"Omg. Can we take pics with you!? Our prince!" The girls say walking up to Trevor who looked shocked.

"Uh yeah of course." He stood there watching one girl go on her knees and the other does too. One of the two on their knees places her hand on his crotch causing him to tense up. "Woah! Careful there sweetheart!" The other woman placed a hand on Trevors ass squeezing it making his hips thrust forward in shock causing the other girl to feel more of his junk. 

"Impressive." She smirks causing him to laugh nervously to avoid temptation.

"I'm married darling." He held up his hand smiling earning a pout from the two and a smirk.

The other two girls watched their friends in digust. They take their phones and takes multiple pictures of the two slutty women in provocative positions. After they were done Michael got a call from Franklin making him answer quickly only to be greeted by the sound of gunshots.

"Franklin are you two okay?!" Michael asked worriedly.

"Uh yeah but... Look homie I need to talk to Trevor. I tried calling him, but he wouldn't answer." Franklin is heard shooting men who yelled in Spanish. Michael hurried over to Trevor who sat in the hot tub with the two females happily. Michael sighs handing his phone to Trevor.

"Whaaat Mikey? Can't you see I'm busy?" He laughs happily as the girls curl up to him.

"Franklin and your fuckin wife might be in trouble! You two get lost or I will let his wife loose on you and you will fucking die." Michael warned the girls who got up annoyed and walked into the spare rooms on the boat.

"She wouldn't hurt a fly Michael. I am sure they are fine. Girls come back!" He sighed and took the phone. "This better be fucking important Franklin!"

"It is homie! How the fuck do you turn off your wife?!" He yelled over gunshots hearing Roxanne yell loudly in the background.

**