The image of you coming into the house, tossing your keys, loosening your tie and shifting into red light with those tiedowns in have been playing in my mind for the last 24 hours. Combine that with you in what I expect are the same tiedowns hanging from your bathroom door and then my book was all about how red is the color of fire, power, passion and strength and I have been singing that song in my head for the same amount of time. So my mind faded into this
We met the cast and crew and a few other select people in Las Vegas for a getting to know you gathering 4 weeks before the whole lot of them were moving to a small town in Oklahoma for the rest of the year. I was dressed to kill in my newest dress, satin stilettos and scarves. Three silk diaphanous scarves in hombre died shades of red and pink were dancing across my shoulders and down my back since I had tied them behind my back to make a shrug over the spaghetti strapped dress with an empire waist. I had a long ribbon woven into my braid with the same color scheme as the scarves and dress. I was trying to bolster my strong persona with the color and the outfit. I wanted to be strong but instead I felt very weary and ready for the night to be over. I held my own as the representative of the backers of this movie. A modern western where the two leads fight over land while fighting their attraction to each other and the two ride off into the sunset with each other and a globally acceptable plan for the place.
I would also be working on the wardrobes for the movie and be a general fetch and carry girl as my best friend takes his place behind the camera. So tonight, we were the golden couple, his long hair blowing in our faces while mine was sprayed into a mass of unmovable weight above my ears. I was introduced to Matt and his co-star Jennifer again as if I had not sat in on their meetings, screen tests and negotiations. That was the Executive Producer’s way he didn’t care who knew whom or if we ever did. “She will be our eyes and ears, boots on the ground, guardian angel…” As he prattled on Chris, my best bud since jr. high would wink at me when I rolled my eyes. When the makeshift receiving line was done, we broke up into small groups, Matt and Jennifer with me and a couple of assistant directors talking about heat and other things. “I promise everyone that filming will not take place if the heat gets over 90*. Personally, I can’t think if it’s over 74 but it’s not my job to think.” Matt and Jennifer were thankful because they weren’t used to the heat in Oklahoma and the AD’s were thankful because they knew how bad it would get on the gear at higher temperatures.
Matt caught me alone and asked the question I had been dreading. “How did you come to find me?” “Instagram” I answered honestly. I watched your reels and your stories, found your representative information and snapped you up.” “My Reels?” “yes, even those.” I was talking about the challenge of showing a silhouette in red light. One where he was suggesting a bad day could be solved with some restraints and another where he was supposedly in the same restraints.” He swallowed hard and looked a little embarrassed. Over the evening we discussed families, friends and coworkers with each other and those that floated into our conversational circle. After 2 hours of talk we were shown to a private gambling room and participated in rounds of Blackjack, Craps and Roulette. When I double my winnings betting on red, I caught Matt’s eye and smiled. I looked him up and down, licked my lips, smiled a little more, cocked an eyebrow then walked away. Chris told me he tried to get Matt to follow me, but he didn’t. Instead, Chris ended up in my room for his safety from a few cast and crew that wanted to get in his pants. We worked out in the gym to avoid getting to close to the line between friends and those with benefits. Chris had a lady in L.A.
First week on location: The spring in Oklahoma hit with a vengeance. It was hot so we did everything we could do in the shade and before the heat built up. Calls were for 3 or 4 a.m. and everything ended by 2 in the afternoon, sometimes before noon. Naps were a must and readings were done in the coolest places around. The 240 acres of cattle ranch had been converted into an RV Park/dude ranch a few years earlier. There were bunk houses and cabins as well as a main house, dining hall and other gathering facilities before cattle were turned back out on the land. I owned the land, I had built the amenities then the pandemic hit and I had a place that I couldn’t fill with people. Then I had talked to a screen writer friend of mine and put everything else in place.
I was in the largest of the restored homes on the property. It was farm house right out of a super hero flick. Two stories with gables and a metal roof. Sun porch all way around the house and a squeaky screen door. The formal dining room had been over taken by the downstairs bath and expanded kitchen and a den or down stairs master was set up as a quilting room. Three nights a week my pod would come out to hand quilt with me while we worked on “the place” Now my house was the main office. Chris, and a producer and our accountant lived upstairs. The living room was our wardrobe center and almost every one had something to eat in the kitchen daily. I was taking down the quilting frame the day Matt caught me in the room. The frame I used was suspended by 4 hooks in the ceiling a series of long lines pulled the frame up out of the way when not in use. I rarely used the lift system but I knew it was sturdy enough to hold two grown adults using the quilt on the frame as a hammock. That’s why it had to come down. A whole cloth quilt was ruined by sex play on it. I didn’t want to give anyone else any ideas so I was on a step ladder taking down the ropes when he discovered me. I was tangled in a long line of silky smooth white braided leather. It was looped around my left leg twice then around my waist, breasts and one arm as I fought with the knot that had tied it to the second to last hook. 10 feet away another line just like it was knotted around the last hook. That rope was gathered in a large coil in the floor then lead up to the hook in the ceiling.
Matt gasp when he saw me. I couldn’t blame him. I was a mess. I was in a pair of ratty cut off shorts that rode low on my hips but still managed to wedge so far up my ass they looked like cheeky panties. My standard tank top with shelf bra and thin straps was rolled up under my breast and the straps were struggling to hold the top over my breasts. It was also white and see-through from the sweat I had created when I neglected to turn down the thermostat in the room. I was barefoot and standing on my tip toes reaching to untangle the knot. He didn’t say a thing, he just moved that leather binding from around my leg with shaking hands, walked the length so it was no longer around my torso like he was working a lunge line and said, “Can you free your arm?” The leather though smooth and supple was stuck to my sweating skin. I told him no. He brought another step ladder into the room stepped up with the slack coiled around his shoulder and moved the extra length around my body and head to get me loose. His breath was shallow and caught each time his hands touched my body. Sexual heat burned behind his eyes. Before we got to the last coil holding me in place my legs started shaking. He threw the coil over my shoulder, hopped down from his ladder and caught me as I fell. My arm was still tied to the ceiling and the leather creaked. Matt’s body stiffened when my leg slid against his erection.
He was hot, hard and handily, I couldn’t get away. Instead of getting me loose, he reached for the other length of leather. One hand held me against him as he managed to make a slip knot one handed against. He slid the tie over my other arm and pulled tight. I was instantly this man’s prisoner as he pressed in for a deep demanding kiss. The struggle to put my hands on him made him want more. He dropped to his knees and slid my shorts down at the same time. His hands and lips invaded the hottest part of my body. He found me wet and wanting. He took his time licking and sucking, pushing my legs further apart and putting more creaking strain on the bindings. I let my head loll back and I fought screaming in pleasure and frustration before he stood lifted one of my legs and slid his penis into my wet and swollen center. He pumped and pulled, pushed and swung against me until I could not hold my tongue. When the moan started low in my throat he kissed me, then whispering against my mouth he said, “our bosses are in the kitchen, do you want them to hear you?” Being quiet, made it better. Hotter. More intense. I seized around his cock, when his own low moan started rumbling. One last mighty push upwards lifted my feet from the floor and reduced the strain on my wrists and shoulders. He held me there against him, kissing me deeply until spent he slid from my body. “Thank you.” he whispered before letting me go. He reached my slightly tied hand and set it free then used the step ladder to free my final arm before once again catching me before I fell. We leaned against the window seat spent. My shorts still in the middle of the floor, his jeans below his hips.
He held me until my fatigued muscles stopped shaking. He slid me on to the window seat the wordlessly bent to pick up my shorts before pulling his jeans back in place. When he was fully dressed and had my jeans around my ankles, he turned back to the leather hanging from the ceiling. He used a ladder to slip each balled up knot off it’s hook let the balls drop to the floor. He managed to get the tangled ends straight then coiled up each length. He kissed me again as he dropped the coils in the box beside me. He asked where to take the box and left me to pull up my shorts and my tank back into place. When he managed to get the French doors to the room open with the box in his hands, he turned back to me with a huge smile on his face. He looked me up and down, smiled bigger, cocked an eyebrow, bit his lower lip, turned and walked away. “I’ll take these to my cabin if you don’t mind.” In my mind I could see his bed, The headboard was made out of a stall wall with a hitching board with wrought iron rings bolted to it and the wall. His foot board looked like a hitching rail. I made a mental note to visit his cabin as soon as I could after I made sure no others visited first.
