Chapter 4
It made Star Eagle's head spin to realize that it had only been three days since her life had turned topsy-turvy. She had been in Los Angeles for four weeks with nothing but discouragements in front of her over her acting career. Then, suddenly it had all fallen into place. She had been invited to a big Hollywood party by a girl she hardly knew, and once there, much had been made over her beautiful classic American Indian features, especially by the big film producer Robert Halloway. He had even told her that if she went to bed with him he would guarantee her a part in his new Western epic.
She had thought about this offer for the duration of the party. After all, she was still a virgin, even though she had wanted to be fucked and watched her parents get it on so many times she had some romantic notion of saving herself for her husband or at least a man she would love deeply and who would return her love. But all that had been before she had come to Hollywood and found the bitter truth. Unless you had "connections" you had to fuck your way to stardom. She had decided that night at the party that if she could get a part in a movie she would do anything, and that night "anything" had meant going home with Robert Halloway and letting him do whatever he wanted with her body. It would be worth it and she had been right because here she was on a bus in New Mexico, on her way to her first acting job!
She looked out the window at the familiar barren landscape feeling a slight bit of homesickness at the scene but also excitement at the thought that this would be the film that would launch her career. She had the letter from Robert Halloway promising her a part and all she had to do was show up in the little town of Rayo where the cast and crew were staying at the Los Pinos Motel. She could hardly wait.
Three hours later the half-empty bus stopped in the small, dusty town of Rayo and let the beautiful Indian girl off in front of the general store. Exhausted from the long bus ride from California and the scorching heat of the New Mexico afternoon sun, the young Navajo girl trudged up the dusty road, suitcase under each arm, to the sign that read Los Pinos Motel. Mirages from heat waves must be affecting my vision, Star thought as her eyes fell on a dingy, rundown two-story building. Surely they wouldn't put a film crew in a dump like this. This has to be the wrong place. She took a few steps closer to the motel and was relieved to see that her first impression had been wrong and the motel was not quite as bad-looking as she had first thought.
What she had taken for peeling paint was in fact just the after affects of one of the bad desert dust storms. She was right in one thing, though; the place looked as if it hadn't seen a sign of a human for days. All of the windows were closed against the New Mexico heat so Star could see no movement from inside. No one seemed to be there to show her where to go. Then she heard a man's deep voice from inside the bar.
With relief, she set her bags down in the dust and peeked in the dust-caked window, trying to see if there was anyone there who could help her. Inside was a bar unlike any she had ever seen before. The place looked like a Western movie set with its long wooden bar and in front they probably used it for the saloon scenes. There were battered stools that looked like they'd been thrown out the broken windows a few too many times. The only decoration was some obscene pictures of naked women in obscene poses exposing huge titties and asses, hanging on the wall by peg nails.
At one of the small rickety tables in the center of the old-fashioned room sat a bad-tempered looking older man and a dark-haired woman. Smoking a marijuana cigarette that they passed back and forth after a few deep puffs, they looked as if they must be old friends, and they seemed to be deep in some personal conversation.
The dark-haired woman appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Her hair was brown, almost chestnut-colored, which she wore loosely around her shoulders. A perfect thirty-six was all Star could think as her eyes scanned the older woman. She was no more than an inch or two larger around the waist and hips than Star; her skin was tan and taut with no wrinkles giving way to age. She was a picture of youth and health except for an undefinable aloofness in her eyes, almost a strain that followed her cheekbones from her eyes to the corners of her mouth. Star could guess from the company that the woman was now keeping, if the older man was any indication of her friends, and from the vacuous expression on her face, that her life had included many a night of men and booze.
She was sitting with her feet up on the table exposing her tan, tapered legs, and Stars eyes followed the legs up to the cut-offs the dark-haired woman was wearing and finally to the halter top which was no more than two patches of fabric supported by two slender strings. Star swallowed hard as she watched the two seated at the table. The man passed the cigarette to the brown-haired girl after she had taken a hard puff; he playfully pulled one of the slender strings, leaving her hugely billowing tits exposed in their bronzed roundness and began nibbling on her erect nipple.
Star wanted to shout "Hello, anybody there?" but she decided this was not an appropriate time, so she studied the man whose appearance made her flesh crawl. He reminded her of the extras she had seen around the studio lots in Los Angeles, with his dark, greying hair all straggly and dirty from wind-blown sand and his filthly denims that could have stood up by themselves. Star guessed he must be around thirty-five or forty, but it was hard to tell. If the brown-haired girl appeared worldly and hard, there was no description for the man's six-foot muscular frame. Is this what happened to people who lived in the desert or were they part of the movie company and had lived in the decadence of glittery city lights for too long? Whatever they were, the man looked mean enough to fight with the desert snakes over food. Star shivered. How on earth could she hope to fit in here if these were the people she was going to work with? But there was no turning back; not only had she no money to speak of, but nowhere to go. So she took another deep breath and knocked on the dirty screen door, nearly knocking it off its hinges.
The creak startled the brown-haired girl and her burly friend, who raised his head in surprise at the unexpected intrusion.
"Well, who's this? A little Indian come to scalp us?" drawled the greying man, his eyes following her ankles to her neck in one quick appraisal.
"Um, hello ... I'm Star Eagle, I'm an actress for the Western that's being shot out here," was all Star could force from her lips.
"So you're the new little Indian replacement," greeted the brown-haired girl as she nervously tried to get the strings drawn tightly around her hugely billowing tits, and then with her hands finally freed, shook hands with Star. "Star, meet Bill Stone. My name's Mary Ann Lewis. Bill's head stuntman, I'm in wardrobe, and just about everything else that needs to be done around here."
Star wasn't sure whether she should offer her hand, but not wanting to appear rude she offered a friendly shake which Bill Stone took as an excuse to grab her into his lap with his muscular paw and stick a cigarette into her face. "I, I don't smoke," muttered Star, coughing from the strong, sweet smell.
"This ain't no cigarette, honey. Don't you know good weed when you smell it? This here is the best. Here, have a toke, it'll help you say your lines straight." But Star shook her head in refusal.
"You're pretty good-lookin' for an Indian squaw. Big tits too. Maybe I'll trade Mary Ann here in for my own little Navajo cunt," and he laughed with obscene pleasure.
. Star could see the brown-haired girl's anger brewing. "Never mind her tits; she's just going to be one of the actresses. I'm the one you need to cozy up to if you want anything.
"Don't pay any attention to Bill," whispered the brown-haired girl to Star, "just because he's head of the stuntmen while they're on location he thinks he's a big shot"
I got some scenes I gotta go over," slurred Bill Stone as he rolled another joint for the road.
Mary Ann Lewis sat down at the table and rolled one for herself too, thinking this was going to be one hell of a situation. Afetr hearing that the big-ass Robert Halloway, had sent another one of his hungry-cunted starlets out here to be in the movie, she had expected the girl to be a little more loose and worldly but this was too innocent. "She didn't even know what dope was," chuckled Mary Ann to herself. "Guess they're still real stiff about smoking the stuff on the reservations."
"What?" Star was sure Mary Ann was talking to her.
"Oh, nothing, honey. I was just wondering if you would like to have a hit off this joint."
"No, I don't smoke anything."
Mary Ann coaxed the Indian girl to try, but all Star could do was cough and she couldn't hold it in long enough to get high.
"Let's get you situated in your room in the hotel. The manager said for me to just show you right up to it. As you can see, this isn't exactly a tourist spot; the only people who use this place anymore are the movie people or some poor, stranded bastard lost for a few weeks." Star was a little disappointed when she saw the small, unglamorous room that would serve as her sleeping quarters, but quickly decided that for a few weeks it would do nicely.
"You must be exhausted, after coming all the way from L.A. I Why don't you just get yourself some thing to eat out of the machine outside. The studio set 'em up so you can trust them; then you can get cleaned up and relax. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow. You can get acquainted with everyone then."
Despite Star's excitement over finally starting her film career, she was asleep from the second she hit the bed. Her muscles ached from the long bus ride and she hadn't lain down for the entire trip. Despite her fatigue, she had been awakened several times in the middle of the night by what sounded like bar stools being thrown against the wall and strange moans and groans coming from the room next to hers in the motel. "Oh well," Star yawned. "I guess you have to let out steam after being on location all day."
In the morning, as promised, Bill Stone drove up in a studio jeep, painted bright red and looking like it had had a lot of use. They all piled in and Star was rushed off to wardrobe headquarters on the other side of the small town where the studio had built a warehouse to store equipment and sets for the duration of the shooting in the town, and on locations in the area.
It was depressing, the huge warehouse and the dusty desert city. She had grown up in the desert, and she knew what to expect from it, but she somehow hadn't expected the movie's film location to be like the ratty little town she had fled from. But that wasn't really what was bothering her; it was something else entirely, something that made her feel sick inside. Mary Ann had told her as they were walking out to the car that the part she had come out here to play, the one that was going to give her her big start, had already been filled by another actress, so instead she would be hired as an extra. An extra! The whole thing was outrageous. She had gone to bed with a producer and his son just so some other actress could get the part-a part that had probably been filled all along and that the movie tycoon had just used as a false bribe. Her face reddened at the thought of how she had thrown herself away just to be an extra in a movie. She could tell that the others knew what had happened and what she was thinking, especially since it brought a lewd little smile of satisfaction to Bill Stone's face as they walked through the overcrowded warehouse to the wardrobe room. Star leaned against the wall watching Bill and Mary Ann paw through the racks of skimpy Indian dresses and saloon girl costumes; she prayed that Bill would at least have the courtesy to leave the room when it came time to try on these small costumes.
"Here, give this a try!" suggested Mary Ann, holding up a tiny leather Indian costume that must have been all of six inches long from the waist to the hem. "It's just short enough for any red-blooded man to stand up and notice you-good publicity." A few seconds later: "It'll make them cum in their pants."
"Um, I don't know about that," Star whispered to herself, eyeing the v-shaped neckline which she doubted her bra would even cover. "But my bra won't even...."
"Never mind. It's just us and Bill has seen tits and ass before, God knows! Come on, hurry up, it's hot as hell in here," Mary Ann encouraged her. "Besides, you've got damn wonderful curves, as if you didn't already know. Show them off! That's why God gave them to you and they're great for your career."
Speechless, Star slipped her loose-fitting calf-length dress over her head in obedience. She was protected somewhat by a series of boxes on one side of her, but the row of mirrors gave a full-length view of her body. "Oh no!" sighed Star, "This is never going to work," and she could feel Bill's eyes on the voluptuously curved reflection which made her perspire with nervousness. Fumbling at the rawhide laces, Star could feel his eyes on her every move, examining her like she was a piece of delectable steak he was ready to devour for dinner.
Mary Ann laughed at the beautiful Indian girl, when she came out from behind the boxes with her bra sticking out a full three inches above the neckline. "You didn't take it off, silly!" rebuked Mary Ann. 'Indians didn't wear bras; you should know that, you're an Indian. Besides, the director is a stickler for authenticity and wouldn't allow it; take it off and then try the dress on."
Dutifully, Star slipped her bra off, making sure her back was to the mirror through the operation but forgetting that Bill's six-foot frame could see over the pile of boxes. Star had never gone without a bra before, and her tits felt heavy and full and jiggled slightly with each step of her foot. Very few of her friends on the reservation ever went without bras, though most of them in Hollywood did, but then their titties weren't as big and bouncy as hers!
Standing there nude with the dress fallen to her ankles, Star felt a sense of secret relief to be free from the tightly constructed bra she had worn since the age of thirteen, and when she bent over to draw the dress over her hips for another try, she noticed her nipples standing up hard and erect. Why? Her nipples always got hard and dark when she had watched her parents fuck and when she herself had been fucked by the producer and his son. But what could she be excited about now?
She shook her long, silky black hair into place, hoping her long curtain of hair would hide a few inches of her tits. Fastening the Indian girl costume from the waist, she noticed that each time she turned, the wide "V" nearly exposed her brownly budding nipple. She had never heard of an Indian woman waring such a tiny dress.
Sheepishly, Star stepped out from behind the boxes to confront her admirers. "My God! What a body she's got!" exclaimed the head stuntman. "Look at those tits!"
"Just can't wait to get your lips around them, can you?" muttered Mary Ann.
"Do you think this is really an authentic Indian costume?" blushed Star as she turned to examine herself in the mirror. The tops of her hugely billowing tits were almost completely uncovered and she could see the dark outlines beneath the leathery costume, where her turgid, tensed nipples were barely hidden. As she moved, her huge titties swayed sensuously back and forth, and naturally this embarrassed the young Indian girl. If she even moved in the costume either her tits would come flopping out or her thin, diaphanous panties would show her near-naked cunt every time she bent over a table.
"Now for something to wear when you're not shooting. I brought a box full of swimsuits for the girls. It gets so damn hot that the less you wear the most comfortable you are. Star, your skin is olive so I think you will look better in a really bright color to show you off." Mary Ann held up what looked like two scraps of fabric. "Try on this pink one; it'll look great with your hair."
"Hey, you're going to be quite an asset to the set, eh?" Bill said as he leaned on the dress rack to watch Star maneuver out of the costume and into a bikini.
Couldn't either of them understand her modesty, let alone her need for privacy? Her only protection was a pair of thin nylon panties. But even she didn't feel right about trying on a bikini without panties. With a groan of abandonment, she slipped them off too. Now Bill would get a good look at her tits and smoothly curved ass and long, tapered legs. The young Navajo girl was beginning to feel as if they were making fun of her, making her strip before them both for their lustful pleasure. But she knew she would have to get used to being watched if she wanted to be an actress.
The sight of Star in the string bikini made Bill lick his lips in delight. And with no provocation that she could account for, he blurted, "Lady, you are going to take the film business by a storm with tits and ass like that." And turning to Star he said, "Have you done many movies, Star? Ever starred in a fuckfilm?"
"Bill, shut up," Mary Ann snapped. "Can't you see that's a nice girl with innocent ambitions for her career?"
"Don't be a stupid bitch, Mary Ann, look at her tits; she's built for the thing, look!" He grabbed Star by the shoulders and forced them back in a posture so erect it was almost painful. "Most chicks with big tits have big asses too, but she's got a cute little one, and her tits stand out nice and erect all by themselves. It would drive the men wild."
Star felt tears welling up with the sound of his next command. "Star, take off that top and let's have a look at those naked tits."
Afraid not to do as she was ordered, the young Indian girl untied her bikini top, clutching it tightly in her hands. She lowered her head, wanting to run screaming out of the warehouse and get away from these perverts who wanted her to use her body for blue movies and were making her stand there in front of them like a slave in a slave market.
Is this what the movie business was really like? Perverts who made you screw with them for movie roles, exposing your body to everyone who asked, going on location to a hell hole like Rayo?
She had left Standing Rock and the reservation because it was a place such as this. She had gone to Hollywood to find the cleanness and fairytale life she had thought existed there. But she'd been wrong, she thought miserably as she stared down at her bare tits; she should have stayed at home.
Star was grateful for Mary Ann Lewis's concern and help with settling down to life on location, teaching her all the ropes, and telling what and what not to do as an extra if she wanted to further her career. In the few days that she'd been in Rayo she had really gotten the hang of the movie business. Early every morning she and the rest of the "Indians" shipped out in buses to a nearby canyon where a mock Apache Indian village had been set up. There the principal Indian actors would say their lines while she and the rest of the extras pretended as though they had something to do. She enjoyed her job immensely, as the Indian group was small-the rest of the crew and cowboys had gone out to the desert the day before she arrived for some mountain shots, and it was like having a family. But now most of the "Indians" were going home because their section of filming was over and she was staying here to be killed in the last battle scene between the Indians and cowboys. It would be shot in the next few days if nothing went wrong, and then her part of the job was over because the rest of the film would be shot in the studio back in L.A.
The crew from the mountain set would be arriving that night at the motel and Mary Ann had miraculously been able to get rid of the manager for the evening so that the cast could relax and enjoy themselves after weeks of isolation.
"Now, the people who will be at the party tonight aren't the big shots, like the lead actors and directors; the people coming to this party are like you and I, the extras and the stuntment. Some of them are pretty wild. They grew up in rough country and they come in rough and crude. They've been on location awhile so they're going to be rowdy. Now you've got to promise me you won't turn red and run out the door if somebody runs their hand up your leg. You've got to learn to take what these guys hand out if you want to stay in the business and get along with them."
Mary Ann let her halter top fall to the floor as she continued, "You see you're new to them. They've been stuck up there in the mountains with the same old people for weeks now. You are one fine-looking lady and the more they can see of that luscious body of yours, the more they're going to want you around to look at."
The young Navajo girl's heart started pounding in reluctance at the prospect of Bill's friends and her co-workers running their hands up her thighs. Meanwhile Mary Ann was stripping naked, ready to pop into the shower, and Star couldn't help but look at her voluptuously curved body; it looked like that of a young girl's. Her titties were huge and billowing like Star's own tits.
"Bill Stone really goes berserk over boobs," Mary Ann commented, examining herself in the full-length mirror and running her fingers lightly over her own tits and brown, tender nipples, "I've never seen a man so crazy about tits in my life. Sure was glad when you showed him your tits a few days ago. Bill is one guy I don't want to piss off, because he swings a lot of weight with some important people.
"This is what I'm wearing tonight," smiled Mary Ann holding up a light cotton dress that was no longer than a pair of cut-offs. Star gasped. "You have to show a little flesh if you want to make money and get ahead in this world," remarked Mary Ann as she saw Star's expression.
"First, let's get you dressed so that you'll impress the right people. I have a dress that'll really show off those huge tits of yours," she suggested, holding out a short, low-cut dress of deep scarlett, and handing it to Star.
"And try these with it." instructed Mary Ann reaching into her drawer, pulling out a pair of maroon bikini panties.
"But when I bend over...." interrupted Star stuttering. "T-They'll see my p-pussy and everything!"
"That's just the point!" And Mary Ann had won another round. Obedient of her new friend the young Indian girl slid them on, but was disturbed when she felt them crawling up between her smoothly rounded ass cheeks, and they just barely graced her pussy hairs in front.
"Now let's see how you look in that dress!" said Mary Ann anxiously. "What are you doing, Star?" she asked watching the young Indian girl rummaging around in her suitcase.
"I'm looking for my bra," explained Star.
Mary Ann's mouth fell open. "Christ, you want to be a famous actress and you're worried about wearing a bra." Then as an aside, she added, "Well, let's drop that subject for awhile."
Star slipped the loud, skimpy dress over her dark hair and struggled with the buttons to pull them as tight as possible in an attempt to keep her nipples from showing when she turned to the side.
Turning to examine herself in the mirror, Star gasped with embarrassment. She was practically naked!
The skirt just barely covered her ass cheeks and was open in the middle from the bottom of her tits with only a few buttons keeping it from flopping completely open. The dress was backless except for the narrow shoulder straps.
"If my mother saw me now she'd drop dead," muttered Star in shock over her own image.
"When we get back to L.A., I'll take you to some joints on the strip and let you see how little they wear. I mean, if you're headed for Hollywood, you've got to learn to loosen up. So get used to it kid!" That was all the consolation she got from her new-found friend.