Relaxed at home in her lavish New York condo apartment, Vera found herself beaming and excited as she talked on her phone with her agent whose name was Pam. Lately things had her on cloud nine and Vera couldn’t believe it. It all seemed to be happening so fast. Just a few months ago, she was hot trash and dead broke, pressed for cash and basically scrambling to get it. Then she was hot shit. Being the talk of entertainment, doing radio talk shows, posing for the covers of Men’s Magazine, taking photo shoot after photo shoot plus she was set to go to the 2012 Annual Grammy Awards as the date to some big shot Hollywood producer which was why she and Pam were on the phone chatting away about.
Ms. Vera Fonda was smoking hot shit now. It seemed that there was no one on earth that could cool her off. The conversation between her and Pam went on for a bit more as the two talked about the direction they were looking to take her career and exactly where she wanted to be in the next five years. Then shoes, dresses, money, men and finally nasty slutty sex. Lots of it too as she so liked it. The conversation filled both women with excitement as they spoke about their futures and of course what they were planning to do in the matter of hours as well as tonight. The plan was to take a nice hot shower, get dressed, meet up for lunch, go shopping and return home only to shower and redress for a very high end, upscale party that was being given at Palazzo Chupi. It was the Manhattan home of a real live heavy hitter. The party would be loaded with everyone from Wall Street tycoon’s, movie producers, music publishers/performers, actresses/actors and fortune five hundred companies.
The shopping trip was very much necessary and the two needed to look the part, thought Vera after hanging up with her agent and friend. Vera stood up from the bean bag cushion and mink rug that she had been laying on, walked to the walk-in shower area of her condo apartment wearing nothing but her thong. She loved to roam around the house in the nude sometimes. Mostly topless. She turned the shower on and stepped out to let it steam up the room as she went to prepare her outfit. She set out one from her shopping spree and once satisfied, Vera returned to the shower room where she stepped out of her thong and got in the shower. After grabbing both her soap and washcloth, Vera began to lather up and rinse the soap suds from her body repeatedly.
As time slowly passed, the steam from the water did its job; cleansing both her skin and relaxing her muscles. Vera found herself in a mean session of masturbation as she allowed her free hand to drop down between her legs...in and out. She worked her fingers as she let herself climax from her finger flicking session. Meanwhile, as Vera was home getting familiar with herself, Yoda found himself in meeting after dealing with clients in search of both fresh pussy and body organs/parts to replace the ones of theirs that wasn’t properly functioning. Finally, the actress/movie star chick from the party was face to face with the young man she would come to see as her God. Yoda would save her from a somewhat promising fate.
Ms. Conrad was in the process of selling her soul for more time on earth. She couldn’t go so soon. She couldn’t leave without having anyone to leave all her accomplishments behind too. She still had much more living to do as she stressed to Yoda. She needed a good liver and would do anything to get it. This was music to his ears. Before parting ways with the very beautiful yet dying actress, Yoda bent her over and fucked her in the ass. It was his way to seal their deal and his promise to save her life if she did as he said and paid him greatly. When all was said and done, Ms. Conrad was left with a sore ass hole, throbbing pussy walls and an overly worked mouth as Yoda wore a huge smile on his face due to the pleasure he just received from his new friend and the cash that they were set to get.
Yoda’s next meeting and most important one was with a close pal who was nearly a billionaire with a total net worth nine hundred seventy-five billion dollars. Mr. Leonardo Delfanze. Leonardo did everything from publishing music, producing movies, both box office and adult films, to commercial lending on a major scale. In fact, it was Leonardo who made Yoda a household name in the industry of entertainment and thus was why when he placed an emergency call to Yoda, he didn’t hesitate to come.
Leonardo was dying and fast to be frank about it. He also knew that Yoda was the only one that could help him out in his situation. The Black Living Jesus is what they called him. To Leonardo that’s exactly what his friend was even to the underworld businesses that he partook in and even some areas of the entertainment field. As Yoda walked into the beautiful California Estate, the two embraced and immediately went right to business. Leonardo only had six months left to live unless he had a much stronger and healthier heart to replace his old beat up, worn down and dying one. This wasn’t a problem for Yoda being that this was his pal and could more than afford it.
Leonardo didn’t just want any heart, he wanted the heart of a very young and strong black male who never smoked or drank a single day in his life. He would proudly die, he told his friend and this put a serious burden on Yoda’s muscular shoulders. He wouldn’t let his pal go out without a fight. Together, they had so much more to achieve. When all was said and done, Yoda found himself on his jet headed back home in deep thought as he consistently toyed with the idea of going to see Su Yong and how he was going to find his friend the heart he was looking for.
Meanwhile, back in the life of Ms. Vera Fonda. She had come home to a hot and steamy sex session with an old college friend that she ran into at the party held by Vanity Fair. His name was Chris. The two had fucked all night and collapsed on the jumbo queen-sized bed in Vera’s room. It was cluttered with bags from Saks 5th Avenue, Gucci, Fendi, and Hermes of Paris from her shopping spree earlier that day. Pam had left with a friend too and privately they had joked of how they both were such sluts. Both women wanting to have sex with their new friends; nothing more, nothing less. Well at least that was the plan, thought Vera as she rolled over and looked at Chris who was still sleep. She got out of bed.
Vera grabbed her washcloth and towel and headed in the bathroom to freshen up. About thirty minutes had passed, Chris was still sleep as Vera stepped out the shower and wiped the steam from the mirror so that she could properly brush her teeth. As she was taking care of just that and still completely nude, Yoda who had his own private key to her place, managed to enter the apartment undetected and come up behind her. She was bending over to rinse her mouth.
Yoda seeing Vera naked dropped his pants and drawers. After stroking Vera’s pussy with his two famous fingers for a while, she began to grind on them. He slipped his massive cock inside her now soaked pussy and began to slowly fuck her, this caused Vera who never bothered to look up at her lover, to realize the major difference in cock sizes. Once she did, she nearly shitted herself. Her heart dropped to her cold bare feet.
“Um, um, um,” she moaned as her mind raced with thoughts of both the man laying in the next room and the one who currently had her bent over her bathroom sink apparently about to fuck her brains out.
Just as Yoda speeded up his pace. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Ooh, ooh, um, um ooh,” moaned Vera as she enjoyed the great sex. Later she would think about Chris. In her current situation, she couldn’t think.
Yoda and Vera ended their little bathroom fuck session as she was forced to take another shower while Yoda roamed her apartment.
“Fuck!” she thought. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
She was trapped in her home with two men both who she sexually had relations with and didn’t have the slightest idea about the other. Well for Vera it wasn’t Chris that she was worried about it. It was Yoda, her Boss! She knew that by now he had to have already found Chris in her bedroom. What would happen? What would come of it? Was what she wanted to know.
As she stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in her towel and left the bathroom to go to the room. She would soon find out. As Vera walked through the living room area of her condo, she couldn’t help but notice that both Yoda and Chris were now up in her kitchen. They were seated at the little island bar in what seemed to be an interesting conversation. What are they talking about? she asked herself. She started to panic a bit. Wait! Wait! Wait! She told herself. Get it together Vera. It’s okay just two men talking, she said to herself. Twenty minutes later, Vera emerged from her room fully dressed sensing she had business with Yoda to discuss. Why else was he there? She knew it just wasn’t for the sex. Of course, she knew that much, she thought as she watched how Yoda observed Chris as they spoke.
However in Yoda’s mind, he had found him! Chris was perfect. The Lord works in mysterious ways, he thought. The guy basically fell right in his lap and that was crazy to him. Yoda left Chris and Vera alone but not before he invited the man to the 2012 Annual Grammy Awards after party and more. All at Yoda’s expense. Yoda needed to get Chris right where he wanted him so that he could steal his heart for Mr. Delfonzo and after talking to the guy, he learned that he was indeed the perfect fit. Chris was a workout freak with a clean and healthy heart and body. Chris was a walking health geek. Never partaking in any activity that proved to put too much stress and strain on both the heart and brain. He told Yoda that it was his wish to live a long time. If only he knew that he was talking to the face of death when he said it. It wouldn’t be long until the award night came and all the stars were out and about mingling.
The red carpet was packed with star studded faces of celebrities from both the A and B lists. The 54th Grammy Awards which was being held in Los Angeles was where Chris thought it would be as he stood not too far from Yoda taking in everything. He was amazed and taken aback on how Yoda seemed to be a magnet for the rich and famous. They all loved him and treated him like he was God himself. Chris noticed there was a chick from the Revlon commercial he was talking to and of course others there were actors, models and rap artist. Finally, he saw her.
It was Vera with her Hollywood/Super Producer date with a couple pop star singers, etc. Chris tried not to show the twang of jealousy that he felt towards Vera’s date. It wouldn’t be long before the show got started and he enjoyed music from the Golden Boy Bruno Mars, Lady Gaga, Paul McCartney, Rihanna and more. The night was celebrated in honor of the late Whitney Houston and ended with a bang.
Paparazzis were everywhere as people left heading to the after parties and whatnot. People were all smiles as cameras flashed and the host asked their many questions to those who won tons of awards. Ms. Conrad was nominated in six categories and won all six of them. Even she was all smiles until Yoda wanted to play with her head and fuck her. He whispered in her ear and told her she may have to die because he wasn’t having any luck. She was stunned! Had he just told her to help him help her? she thought as he told her not to worry it would be okay.
Chapter Fourteen