Chapter 2

It was a foggy night in Venice when Osa left Casanova to head back to her lodging. When the fog lifts, she comes out of the fog in Hollywood of 1932. A 1931 Dodge DD Sedan nearly struck her. Confused and disoriented, Osa stumbles onto the paved street. The driver stopped inches from striking her. A woman leans out of the rear window and shouts, “Are you alright, dear?”

Osa responds, “I’m sorry. I’m lost and confused.”

“Where are you trying to get to?” the driver asks.

“The Hotel Metropole,” Osa replies.

The lady in the back laughs, and the driver chuckles. Then the lady says, “My dear, that’s in Venice. We’re in London.”

Osa is dazed by the explanation. The woman sees the serious confusion on Osa’s face and becomes concerned that something nefarious may have happened. “Come on, dear, get in.” The back door opens. “You can come with me, and we’ll figure it out at my hotel.”

Osa gets in the car. “Thank you for your hospitality. My name is Osa.” Osa offers her hand to the other woman.

“Driver, continue on, please.” The car moves. Taking Osa’s hand, she introduces herself. “I’m Tallulah Bankhead.”

Osa’s eyes widen, and she realizes it was Mr. Roarke who brought her here. “The famous American actress?”

Tallulah smiles. “You have heard of me in your country ... Nigeria?

Osa makes up something on the spot to appeal to Tallulah’s ego: “Of course, the most beautiful actress in all the world.” Women want to be you, and men want to be with you.”

Tallulah smiles even bigger, to the point her cheeks ache a bit. “Well, first things first, dear. We need to get you out of that dress. It’s nice, but horribly out of date. I should have something you can wear. Then we will figure out exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

A few minutes later, Osa was in Tallulah’s hotel suite bedroom looking through a closet full of clothes. Tallulah gets two dresses for Osa to try, a gold fringe flapper dress with a sheer lining and a black and gold Gatsby dress with a black boa. “Try these on; if they fit, then you can try a few more tomorrow. Tonight you’re going with me to an after-party.” Tallulah undresses in front of Osa as if they were longtime friends. Hurry, don’t dally. We don’t have all night.”

Osa begins changing as well; in moments, both women are as naked as the day they were born. Her skin is dark even by Black standards, but under Tallulah’s appreciative gaze she felt less embarrassed by it than she ever had being naked with someone before. Tallulah says, “You have a lovely body, my dear. Are you a dancer?”

Osa tells her, “I love swimming and running.”

“An athlete. I wish I had your body,” Tallulah responds.

Osa says, “You have nothing to be jealous of; you have a very nice body yourself.”

Tallulah smiles. “You’re such a sweetheart, dear Osa. Let’s stop doting over each other’s beauty and finish dressing.”

As soon as they are dressed, Osa in the black and gold Gatsby dress and black boa and Tallulah in a black v-neck satin evening gown, they rush down to the car and hop in the back seat. Tallulah pulls out a small purse and freshens her makeup, then gives Osa a quick makeover. Shortly after, the car comes to a stop at the Grand Hotel. Tallulah takes Osa by the arm and escorts her into the grand ballroom, where there are dozens of celebrities, as well as a band with a space for dancing and plenty of food. Tallulah introduces Osa: “This is Osa; she’s my accompaniment for the night.”

The night at the ball was amazing. Osa had many men and women flirt with her and tell her how beautiful she was and how amazing she looked in that dress. The food and drinks had Osa’s head spinning. She ended up in the men’s room, getting her pussy stuffed by a white male celebrity, and then in the ladies’ room, getting his sperm licked out of her pussy by his white wife.

By the end of the night, Osa had managed to find Tallula, and they were holding hands or linking arms the remainder of the night. The party ended late in the morning, and Osa ended up back at Tallula’s bedroom.