"The magnificently muscular, tall, bronze-red Comanche brave stands under the water cascading from the rain barrel lodged above him in the rock croppings next to the teepee of the renegade band of Indians in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. The camera shot takes in his torso down to the top edge of the loins, exhibiting him as young, trim, well-muscled, naked. When he turns, a wider, full-body shot is given showing his firm buttocks. He wears nothing but a leather thong necklace around his neck with a gold-coin pendant and one small white feather and one small blue one attached.
"The camera then pans to the opening into a nearby teepee. What can be seen in the teepee is a young, curvy, blonde-haired woman. She is nude, but the pose she is taking shows her turning her rump toward the camera and her torso turned as well. Her left breast and nipple are seen, but nothing else of her sex. Her milky-white arms are raised above her head and her wrists are bound together. Her body is trembling. In anticipating of what is to come?
"The young Comanche brave stops the flow of the water on his body and flips his head back and forth, sending his long, straight, black hair whipping around his head, releasing droplets of water. After turning this way and that, giving camera angle shots just stopping short of the money shot of his genitals, he walks, the camera showing his naked back and plump buttocks, over to and into the teepee. He stands briefly, back to camera, over the young, blonde woman, who shrinks from him in fear, although she is unable to move far from where she lies. The inference is that she is a captive from some raid against white settlers.
"As she cowers, the brave lowers himself on her, below her. The camera goes just to the woman's face, her head arched back, her golden hair cascading to the dirt floor. There is a brief camera shot of him with his face between her legs to ensure the audience 'gets it.' And then it pans back to the woman's face, showing her reaction to be eaten out by a hunky Comanche brave. Her expression moves between fear, humiliation, involuntary lust, and shamed ecstasy. He is doing her well. She involuntarily shudders her orgasm, but she can't help herself. She's never before had such a stallion of a man give her attention like this.
"The shot goes to their bodies, their legs entwined, their nakedness not completely revealed other than her left breast and its taut nipple, and in their undulating movement and the look on her face moving from distress to surrender to want and need and satiation. It's clear he is fucking her and is doing a better job of it than any man before him has. It's reddish-brown, tanned, hard-muscled flesh on soft, curvy, yield white skin. Is this their first coupling? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he's been conditioning her and she's beginning to yield to him.
"As the blonde woman surrenders to the Comanche brave, he runs an arm under her back, lifting her pelvis to his thrusts. Her torso reclines back and down to the dirt floor of the teepee and now, her bound arms streaming over her head, and only now, and only briefly, a full-frontal shot of her bare chest and her slightly jiggling breasts, with their plump and erect nipples, are on view. Her face turns to the camera and her expression makes clear that she is being totally taken and that she no longer is fighting it. She has a virile, handsome, young, vigorous man between her legs. Also seen are the contraction and release of the brave's glute muscles as he plows her."
"The brave moves her to a position that will be understood to be full subjugation. The two are in profile, fully naked, a lot of flesh showing, although not the most titillating bits. They are stretched out, the white woman slightly on her knees and elbows. Her breasts are hanging down under her but they are covered by the brave's hands--reddish brown flesh on creamy white. The camera pans up into the sloping ceiling of the teepee. The woman cries out in pain and invasion.
"The camera pans back down to the dark brave and light captive. He is fucking her from above but clearly not in her slit. He's riding too high. The signal of the total subjugation of the capture woman is that he's fucking her in the ass. The woman is sobbing. The plowing builds up intensity and speed. They are going at it hot and heavy. Her cries turn to something more primeval, more lustful. The view is a close one of their merged hips and buttocks, him thrusting forward; her thrusting back, the two moving together in a rapid rowing motion. The shot takes in their faces, his cheek buried in the hollow of her neck, and it catches the moment and effect of both of them exploding. She is a full participant now. She is ready to join the tribe."
This was the heart of the movie, she thought. So had her assistant for this phase of the work, Shona, an earthy local Native American woman who had made all of the necessary arrangements in Cheyenne and had assessed her perceived needs. Shona had told her straight out, "You are a bundle of nerves and need, lady. You should socialize while you're here. Some of the locals, especially the Arapahos, coming into town off the reservations are just what a Hollywood girl like you need." She'd recommended the Lamp Lounge on 6th Street for great guys, good times, and a pickup, and although the information hadn't been embraced, it had also been noted and tucked away.
Shona had said that when they were fanning themselves over the audition script they'd received and were agreeing that although the part of the Comanche brave was just a bit part, it was the guts of the movie--what the moviegoers would leave remembering even if they felt they couldn't discuss their visceral reaction to this scene with anyone else.
"It's just a bit role," Shona had said, "but if a young man can be a standout in that part, he's got a stepping stone to stardom if he plays his opportunities right. Remember how Brad Pitt got his start--by being a sexy hunk in a bit part in
Thelma and Louise
."
She couldn't disagree with that, which is why she was being so careful about this part. And she couldn't say that Shona was wrong about what she needed either, although she wasn't about to discuss that with Shona or anyone else. But she was a Hollywood girl. She was no virgin and she hadn't been with a man in over a month. The last man she'd been with didn't have much claim to that term and she'd had to be the aggressor.
When they'd first discussed the script and what they were to do with it, she had said, with a sigh, "Sometimes I wish some hunk of a man would grab me and take me hard like that."
"Seriously?" Shona had asked, to which she received the response, "More than half way, I think."
Soon Lee put the script down and turned her attention to her breakfast in the dining room of the Hecla Ranch Resort west, out Route 210, from the Wyoming town of Cheyenne. She needed to read this script again before driving into the appointments in the afternoon in Cheyenne. She had time to go to the pool, though. She didn't need to leave here until about 11:00 in order to have lunch at a Cheyenne café before the appointments were to start at 3:00.
She had come down from her room in a bikini covered by a chiffon wrap so that she could go directly to the pool from breakfast. That's what she did. At the lounge bed, she took off the wrap and lowered herself in the pool, paddling gently around for a few minutes, head held out of the water, to keep her luxurious, thick black hair from getting wet. Leaving the pool, she dried off with a towel and stretched out on the lounge bed.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to feel the sun and the dry, warm prairie air caress her body. She nodded off into a doze. When she opened her eyes, she gave a little gasp and felt the jolt. Standing between her and the pool was the magnificent Comanche brave of the script she had read at breakfast. He had paused in his walk around the pool to look at the diminutive second-generation Korean-American beauty lying on the lounge bed.
Soon Lee froze. Was she really seeing him or was she dreaming him after having read the script? For a moment, the young man, wearing a skimpy neon-blue Speedo and with a leather-thong necklace with a gold-coin pendant graced with small feathers, one white and one blue, nestled between his bulging pecs, also paused, staring at the Asian beauty he'd spied in the American West.
He only paused briefly, though, before turning and disappearing into the resort lobby.
It had been just a momentary view, with a slight camera pause, but it had included what one would call a "meaningful" look between the two. Soon Lee remained unsure that she had seen a meltingly handsome Native American man who, at well over six feet would tower over her five-foot-three. As she often did, she imagined him standing there in the nude, without the blue Speedo, and her mind's eye imagined him hung and in erection.
She shuddered, but she also shimmered. She now had seen--either or real or in her imagination--the look of who did justice to the Indian brave in the script she just had read.
But then she looked at her watch. It was after 10:00. She needed to be on the road in the rental Ford Escape by 11:00, and she had to attend to some housekeeping before she could leave. With a sigh, she rose from the lounge bed, shrugged into her wrap, picked up her towel and the script she had been reading, and entered the resort's lobby. She half expected--and wanted--to see that the man who had paused at the pool was in the lobby, if for no other reason than to assure herself he was real and she'd seen him.
But he wasn't there.
* * * *
Soon Lee left the resort at 11:05, putting her Ford Escape rental onto Route 210, headed east, toward Cheyenne. She couldn't get the Native American man she'd seen--or thought she'd seen--at the resort swimming pool out of her mind. Just glimpse of him--his tall, muscular, beautiful body--had her tingling all over. She shook her head, trying to get him out of her mind. This was Shona's doing. Telling her she needed a man and that there were magnificent men among the local Native American population. Well, she was here because of that. But Shona had reminded her of how long since she'd had any man and that was dragging on her.
Just that one glimpse of that hunk at the pool had gotten her wet. Well, she could put that in the back of her mind. She wouldn't be seeing him again.
