Jeff Jaretto, famous racecar driver on the lam was soaking in his Jacuzzi with girlfriend Sandy Simmons, 26, a British special-effects designer. She was giving him head trying to revive his mojo back.
Sandy, a dead-ringer for supermodel Linda Evangelista, only shorter in height was the only girl who had been always by his side all through the desolate period of his life.
Jeff played her breasts and she shivered with arousal. She was horny like a bitch in heat. However, Jeff knew that he wouldn't be able to perform so he gently begged off to discontinue her sexual pursuit.
"Ow, not again," she said smirking.
"No, not yet Sandy. It's useless," he said.
"Give yourself a break. It's been two years you haven't had any sex," she said sounding irritated," she said after slipping his flaccid dick out of her mouth.
"I know. It only adds to my frustration."
"Always think positive. One day I know it'll be back," Sandy reassured him and got off from the tub. She spread a towel on the tiled floor and masturbated herself to a full, satisfying orgasm on account of Jeff watching her did it.
Almost two years ago, Jeff met a near-fatal car crash in The Indianapolis, Car race. His car skidded out of control at 180 mph on a substance used to absorb oil, which left him with head contusions, a face like a complicated road map and broken vertebrae—it had been fused with a 12-inch metal rod. He was in and out of coma and recognized Sandy only after six months in the Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis. Among his many girlfriends only Sandy remained. Thanks to his good orthopedic doctor and that special plastic surgery in Switzerland, his new appearance looked like a cross between Al Pacino and Bruce Springsteen and most importantly he was declared on the road to full recovery. Whether he could physically go back to the racetrack was unclear but the problem of when he could get back his hard-on was most important for Sandy. Jeff's urologist said there was a possible chance though and Sandy was sticking up her hope.
The following day Sandy flew off to London to attend her mom's birthday bash. During the party she got into talking with a Swedish couple who had been married for 20 years and looked like still enamored with each other.
"What's the amazing secret?" she asked. The woman huddled close to her, and pulled a bottle from her bag and gave it to her. The bottle was called Magic King and contained a natural food supplement that the woman instructed her to give her lover or husband one or two pills a day. "It'll keep him coming and coming," the lady snorted a laugh. "Better than Viagra," she added happily.
"Oh really?" Sandy said, her thoughts jumping like Eminem.
Sandy took with her several bottles and returned to Jeff in his Malibu Beach house. She gave Jeff two instead of one tablet a day. On the third day, Jeff's dick rose from the dead. She woke up beside him and noticed the tent on his blanket. He pulled the blanket and squealed. "Jeff, Jeff wake up he's risen!"
Jeff awoke and his eyes lit up. "Can we do it now?" Sandy said excitedly. However when she held it and screamed with delight, it folded like a collapsible umbrella.
Sandy limped out like his penis but nevertheless her spirit was not broken. She showed cheerfulness in her face having seen light at the end of the tunnel because there was a positive erection. She figured out that soon her wish will be fulfilled.
Sandy gave Jeff three instead of two pills a day and he took them obediently. In a way Jeff was falling in love with Sandy. The next morning he had an erection again but Sandy didn't touch it. She curbed her urges and decided to wait for another day or two.
Two days passed and Sandy received a female visitor. She introduced herself as Phyllia Hepspock, claiming she was Jeff's friend. She was a knockout beauty, a Natalie Portman's face and a Jessica Biel's body combined.
"I'm sure I've seen you before but I didn't quite remember your name. Jeff is a friend of mine, we've been you know getting it on before his accident."
"I'm Sandy Simmons, his live-in girl," she said gesturing her to the sofa with a huge Teddy bear sitting on it.
"How's he doing?" asked Phyllia, fiddling her hand on the huggy bear.
"Fine, he's doing fine, exercising a bit with weights and getting back to normal day by day I suppose."
"Where is he?"
"In bed napping off. He always does that in the afternoon and then he'll watch TV, eat, and go back to sleep."
"Sleeping always?"
"That's what his body needs. But he's got more wake up hours now not like before."
I miss Jeff that I decided to pay a visit and see how he's doing."
"Would you like a drink?"
"A little vodka martini if you have."
"I guess I have that."
Sandy got the drinks and they settled on the sofa.
Phyllia looked mysterious, ice-cold hot, classy and sophisticated and with killer legs in sheer black stockings. She took off her purple fitted jacket and displayed a black silky camisole that contrasted her creamy porcelain skin. She opened her small bag and took a cigarette from a wafer thin gold case. She tapped the filtered top of her cigarette on the case and lit it up with a Cartier lighter.
"So how about some history for starters?" Sandy said.
Phyllia blew her smoke upward.
"I met Jeff just over a month before the accident. I know a lot of women threw themselves on him. He was a lady-killer, a hot shot at the racetrack and in bed as well. I've been in bed with him for only a couple of times. Luckily, I was able to squeeze in the market, so to speak. He's also a funny guy and gorgeous, isn't he?"
"A huh. Me and Jeff got acquainted only a couple of weeks before his crash. We dated twice and the last was the day before the race. I was ready to go to bed with him but he was saving his energy for the race. I saw his crash and my heart fell apart. I felt I needed to care for him and so I always visited him like a regular affair even though he couldn't recognize me at first. His other girlfriends stopped seeing him and I heard one has gotten married, another became a movie actress, and the others, well they just moved about their lives. What happened to you?"
The two girls hit if off pretty well as Phyllia was an interior designer and Sandy was in the designing field too. She learned that Sandy was a bi, and currently she's hooked up with a married woman who's an architect out on a business trip in the east and would be back after four days. Sandy told her too that Jeff had become impotent but she was hopeful that one day that he would get his virility or what she called mojo back again.
In the middle of their animated talk, Jeff emerged. He was naked from waist down. Phyllia shot a wide-eye glance and stood and walked over to him.
