I spent several summers with my grandparents in Montana and I used to hear conversations about my aunt who lived in the area. This story is based upon those conversations.
She had been known to have women visitors overnight. That was the rumor. But she was also seen to bring home the occasional man. They were never people from her own community or people her husband knew. Rather, she preferred the company of outsiders – people whom she met while traveling.
Her name was Sue. Her preferences waxed and waned, but she always showed the same face. She never pretended to be someone she was not. People knew this all too well. Her behavior was intriguing to some, disturbing to others. But she was pleased with herself.
Sue had just finished changing the oil in her truck. She knew she wasn't supposed to dispose of it by dumping it in the yard, but she never knew where else to put. So she had dumped it in the grass and hoped she wasn't doing too much damage to the ground water. "Oh well, everything is fucked up anyway. What difference does a bit more oil make?" she told herself. But she still felt badly.
She walked into her kitchen, opened the sink cabinet, fished out a bar of lava soap and began to wash the oil from her hands. As the rough soap rasped over her palms she thought about the coming weekend. There was going to be a dancing contest in Denver, with prize money. She couldn't wait. Dancing was a favorite activity of hers. She loved the opportunity to meet new people from different tribes and old friends. Living alone was okay, but she still wished for company. The problem was, no one in her town was relationship material. Most of the people there were afraid of being involved with a married woman.
Sue grabbed her hanger with the plastic bag covering. She packed her truck, checked to make sure everything was in order, and then jumped in. In 5 hours she would be at the powwow. She took a swig of Coke, patted the dashboard and whispered words of encouragement to her vehicle before turning the key in the ignition. "Come on baby, you can do it."
The truck made a deep noise, finally turned over, and rumbled down the dirt road to the sound of Deep Purple: "Smoke On The Water..." The tape droned on. She couldn't change it because it was permanently stuck in the tape deck. She had grown to like it, although she didn't know why.
After several hours of being on the road Sue finally arrived at her destination. She was going to stay at the same Days Inn motel she had always stayed at. Just in case she had put a pillow and blanket in her truck. If necessary she would sleep inside her vehicle. Nothing could keep her away from a good dance.
The dance was being held inside the Western National Arena, a large facility. It was packed with people that evening. Sue walked in wearing faded blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a long sleeved plaid shirt. She was tall and slim, with long dark hair. Despite her clothing she didn't look particularly masculine. Her ample breasts and round ass gave her more than enough curves to work with.
She found the nearest bathroom and changed. The metal cones on her jingle dress clattered as she pulled it on. It was a rich natural elk skin with silver cones and colored ribbon. The ribbon provided a exciting color combination, it was eye-catching. She had a wide, black leather belt with silver conchos on it which she girded snugly around her slender waist. She always loved this belt. It had helped her to catch some tough male fancy dancers, and once or twice she picked up a very nice woman with it too. Maybe tonight it would bring her something nice, something better than a weekend fling. She chuckled as she considered the possibility of actually finding a long term partner. "Eh, not likely," she thought. But she could always hope.
Out on the arena floor she scanned the crowd of dancers and onlookers. There were lots of dancers. But there were also lots of spectators. Her blood was particularly hot tonight. She was very excited about this evening.
The M.C. made his announcements and the drums started. Sue strutted and swayed over the polished floor, doing her best to look dignified while checking out the other dancers. She was a Plains Indian. Her people were actually from the northwest corner of Wyoming. She had made the jingle dress with some help from her mother and sister. The dress was a design that had been in her tribe for generations, very little was changed in the design of the dress. Learning and practicing the jingle dress dance was all part of the growing pan-Indian movement so it really didn't matter where she was.
There was a nice looking grass dancer in the corner, colored yarn hanging around his muscular thighs in a most enticing way. In front of her was another jingle dancer, clothed in blue and yellow satin. She looked promising, but her steps weren't so good. Nah. She knew she could dance better than most of the competition tonight, but others should arrive that could dance well.
She danced well that night. She even managed to flirt with a few people. But it didn't look as if she would find anyone. The M.C. called an intertribal dance. She walked back into the dance area as feathers, sequins, fringe and flash all filtered down the bleachers onto the floor. As everyone danced their way around the circle she decided that it was not a night to find someone to have dinner and a drink with. Some men had looked at her, but she wasn't interested in them. They weren't good dancers. She firmly believed there was a correlation between dancing and sex. Her own experiences had confirmed it for her: bad dancers = bad sex partners.
And then she saw another dancer, a swirl of color and energy. Sue stared at the woman with the purple shawl and orange fringe. My god, she was beautiful! She swirled and darted, a hypnotic piece of moving art. Her shawl arced and swooped as her feet barely touched the ground. This was the best dancer Sue had seen in a long time. She couldn't resist staring at this display of grace. She jingled her way slowly through the others, approaching closer to the space occupied by the purple and orange butterfly goddess. The woman didn't notice Sue. She seemed to be in a dance trance. No, thought Sue, she's in ecstasy. Her concentrated look and unfocused eyes were a dead giveaway. She would be oblivious to Sue, and everyone else. Sue danced alongside her until the drums stopped. The purple and orange beauty halted, pushed a few stray hairs out of her face, and walked away from the floor, still in a daze.
"No way. She's such a good dancer, with the moves of a willow. "She's was also very beautiful."
The purple and orange woman was slipping out the door. Sue jingled after her. "Hey, Purple And Orange! Where's the fire? You were wonderful on the dance floor. Where are you from?"
Purple And Orange paused and looked over her shoulder. "Who wants to know?" she asked.
Sue walked over to her side. "I saw you dancing. You're really good! I haven't seen anything like that for a long time. Actually, I'm not sure I ever saw anything like that!"
The woman smiled. She was of medium height, slightly stocky, with light brown hair, coffee skin and greenish gray eyes. She had very nice round breasts, pushing tightly against the front of her dress. Her lips looked warm and moist as she said "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself."
So she had noticed! "I'll be damned," thought Sue.
The woman continued to head towards the exit.
