Animate Me / Chapter Twenty-Two / Indy Gets His Princess

“The choice to lead an ordinary life is no longer an option.” ~ Kevin Parker

“When I was a kid I saved my allowance to buy a vintage Speed Racer slot car set.” I grin as she takes a sip from her Speed Racer-styled Starbucks cup. In the drawing she’s driving his Mach 5 racing car and has left tracks where she’s raced round and round her cup.

“You’re such a guy, Nathan.” She laughs.

“And aren’t you glad,” I tease back.

“Are you still coming over tonight, Indiana Jones? I noticed you haven’t shaved.”

“Hell yes,” I reply, thinking about my costume and props laid out on my bed.

“And you’re sure you want to see Wonder Woman tonight?” she asks.

“Brooke…” I state categorically. “Do you really think I would pass up a chance to see you dressed as Wonder Woman?” I fold my arms over my chest, and shake my head in mock disbelief. “Really woman, I thought you knew me better than that.”

She laughs and throws her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay…the little blue panties and red bustier will make an appearance tonight exclusively for you…seven o’clock sharp!”

As I head out of Brooke’s office Morgan calls me over.

“Nathan?”

I stop in my tracks, and turn back towards her desk.

“Yeah, Morgan?” I ask, smiling. But I’m always smiling when I’ve just seen Brooke.

“I don’t know what in the hell you’ve been doing…sprinkling fairy dust in her macchiatos, or whatever…but do me a favor?”

“Anything…just name it.”

“Please, just keep it up. I’ve never, ever, seen her so happy.”

I grin widely. “Really?” I can’t help asking.

“Yes, really,” she offers, smiling.

“It’s a deal,” I agree.

Her expression becomes serious. “You know you’ll need to be careful when Arnauld comes back. So if I can help in any way…well, I just want you to know that I’ve got your back.”

Even though she bursts my bubble, reminding me about the monkey’s highly anticipated return, I’m very touched by her sentiment.

“Thanks, Morgan. That means a lot to me.”

She nods.

“And if I can ever do something for you, will you let me know?”

“Sure thing. But no bullshit…Brooke’s the best boss I’ve ever had by far, so it makes me happy to see her this happy.”

• • •

After work I head home and get my costume together for my big date with Wonder Woman. When I finally pull the hat on my head and look in the mirror, I have to smile and admit to myself that I look pretty good. The look is right, but that’s only part of the effect. So all the way up the winding road to Brooke’s I give myself a pep talk to get in character for my girl.

I am the man…I am Indiana Jones!

The sun is low in the sky as I stride up to my Wonder Woman waiting in her home’s open doorway. It takes my complete focus to maintain my Indiana Jones bravado when all I want to do is stop and bask in her super hero glory. From her majestic gold headpiece, all the way down to her sexy boots, she is everything I’d hoped for and more. With great concentration I manage to carry off my swagger as I move close to her.

“Hey, Wonder Woman,” I say in a low voice, tipping my hat. “You’re looking mighty fine.”

Wow, the way she’s looking at me…it’s kind of wild…

“Indiana,” she says in a low seductive voice. “I always knew someday you’d come walking back through my door.” She reaches out and runs her fingers along the edge of my shirt. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you.”

Hot damn.

There’s so much pent up desire fueled by our private fantasies that between the flush moving across her chest, and the way she’s gazing at me, I can tell she’s excited already. I sweep her into my arms and kiss her with everything I’ve got. My hat falls off my head and tumbles to the ground. Moments later, we’re grinding together against her door jamb, not even caring who might pass by and see us. At this point I just want to make love to her until she sees stars.

When I grope her breast over her costume, and bite her neck, she gasps, “Let’s go inside.” I kick the door wide open and carry her towards her living room. I feel this unbelievable surge of adrenaline…I am Indiana Jones, sweaty and rugged, ready to take my woman!

I stop in the hallway and press her against the wall so I can kiss her again. She wraps her legs around my waist, locking them at the ankles and pulling me close.

Damn, we really should’ve done this dress-up stuff sooner.

I take her cuffed wrists and secure them high above her head, pressing them firmly against the cool plaster. Her abundant cleavage is spilling out the top of her costume. With one quick yank downwards, I set her breasts free.

She’s panting as she gives me a wild look. She’s unbelievably sexy, her desire wrapping around us like a cape. Her naked breasts are so beautiful. I tease her nipple with my tongue as she watches.

“Are you trying to overpower me?” she asks, her voice heavy with want. Her wrists are fighting against my grasp.

“I already have,” I reply with confidence. Moments later, my eyes quickly scan her living room as I gruffly pull her toward the couch.

“Are you going to take me, Indy?”

I give her a dark look. “Yes, Wonder Woman…Diana…Princess of Themyscira…I’m going to take you. I’m going to take you hard.”

Whoa, that was good.

Despite the fact that I’m dragging her into the living room, I can tell she’s impressed I’ve done my Wonder Woman homework. My rewards are the lusty moans she cries out as I wrap my arms around her, and pull her back so she’s pressed against my front.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” I chant in her ear as my arousal pushes against her round bottom, tightly bound in little blue panties sprinkled with stars.

“Jesus, Nathan…I mean Indy,” she groans. “Yes, I can feel everything.”

That’s all I need to hear. My trembling hands almost give me away, as I slide my fingers inside her waistband and pull her blue panties all the way down. She quickly steps out of them, and they fall to the floor. Between her red corset and boots, and the way her naked bottom sways before me, I’m barely holding on.

With one hand I fold her down over the edge of the couch, with the other, I slowly start to yank apart my belt strap and buckle.

I pull off my belt accessorized with the whip and knife and drape it across the chair to my right. When I place my hands back on her hips, I feel her softness as she arches her back, lifting her ass towards me.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask, my hands stroking her silky skin.

“I’m thinking about how good it’s going to feel when you take me, Indy.”

I swallow hard, trying to calm myself. This is even better than I’d imagined.

“But first I have to know,” she asks demurely. “What were you going to do with that whip?” She taunts me with a look before glancing over at the belt.

Brooke, oh Brooke…does my girl want to get naughty?

I remember my scouting days and get an idea. I reach over and separate the whip from the belt.

“You want it rough, don’t you?” I demand.

“So rough.” She moans wantonly, but then pauses, as if in thought. “Well, sorta rough,” she offers, gently correcting herself as she looks at me nervously.

I grin back at her before getting stern again…as if I could ever hurt this girl.

“Well, then you need to remember that I’m in control,” I demand in my best Indiana Jones voice. “Stop squirming and put your hands forward.”

“Have you been talking to Billie?” she asks, sounding concerned.

“Don’t worry, Princess, this isn’t going to be like that.”

I step around her, pull her arms forward, then carefully wind the narrow end of the whip around her wrists. It only takes seconds for me to secure her with a two-half-hitch knot I learned in Boy Scouts.

I would feel creepy about this if Brooke didn’t look so thrilled. She seems less nervous now.

“So now that you’ve got me just how you want me, what are you going to do with me?” She wiggles her butt a little side to side. “Are you aroused, Mr. Jones?”

“Hell yes, woman. If I were the Tasmanian Devil, I would’ve ravaged you by now.”

She looks back, arches her brow and shakes her head at my cartoon slip.

“But I’m not Taz, I’m Indiana Jones!” I exclaim, correcting my serious lack of continuity.

She brings us back into focus with a super hero command. “Show me how aroused you are.” I notice her furrowed brow; she’s looking like she means business.

I undo the zipper, push my pants and boxers open, and free myself. Her eyes grow wide as she watches. I give her one of those Harrison Ford smirks as I grab my hard-on, “This is what you do to me Wonder Woman.”

“Oh, God,” she moans. “I want it.”

“And you’re going to get it,” I assure her as I step behind her delicious derrière—a bottom worthy of a super hero. I slide my boot in between hers and ease her legs further apart.

As I push into her, my eyes roll back in my head. Who needs the Lost Ark when you’ve got Wonder Woman bent over and begging, her blue spangled panties wantonly discarded on the floor?

What would the people who know us think? Wonder Woman, Princess Diana of Themyscira is mating with Indiana Jones of Princeton, New Jersey…We are sexually and spiritually united in something akin to a bad fan-fiction crossover in our very own X-rated production.

• • •

When we finally conclude our most daring lovemaking yet, I pull her into my arms. We settle down, and although our costumes are askew, we’re completely satisfied.

We decide to get into her Jacuzzi tub. She pours some stuff in the water, making the bathroom smell like the Sherwood Forest. I recline against the back of the tub, while she settles in between my legs leaning into me, as the Jacuzzi bubbles move around us.

“Oh, that was so damn good,” she says, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Mmmm,” I agree. “You sure inspired me in all your Wonder Woman glory.”

“And you, my God…I think you should dress up like Indy, at least once a week.”

I smile and kiss her behind her ear, until an unsettling feeling starts creeping up on me. “Hey Brooke?”

“Yes?” she asks, pulling my arms tighter over her.

“You know how you encouraged me to change my look: new glasses, haircut, clothes? And now, with this dress up stuff, I have to wonder. Do you think that me, just plain old me, is going to be enough to keep you interested?”

She pushes away and turns around to face me. I can see she’s stunned by my question.

“It’s just that I’m not that exciting,” I continue. “What happens if you start getting bored with me?”

“Bored? First of all, let me make myself perfectly clear,” she states firmly. “I know you don’t realize it Nathan, but you’re the least boring person I know. I always have the best time with you. Then to top it off you’re so gorgeous just looking at you gets me going. And in some ways the fact that you are clueless about it is so endearing, in another it’s maddening. And if that isn’t enough, there’s your body.”

“What about my body?”

“Hello? Your body is so damn hot, all lean and long, but strong and defined. Don’t you know what you do to me? Jeez.”

I smile as she runs her hands over my shoulders and across my chest.

“Now, as a lover you are everything I could want. Let’s not even discuss how incredible you make me feel.”

I grin widely. “Oh, yes, let’s discuss that.”

“You’re the best lover I’ve ever had because of how passionate and enthusiastic you are. And how long have you been at it? My God, I can only imagine what the future holds.”

“Really? The best?”

“Yes, the very best. You make me feel like a goddess, like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Well you are,” I point out. I’m grinning like an idiot now. My happiness can’t be contained.

She slides closer to me in the tub and rests her hands on my chest, right over my heart. “But most of all Nathan, most of all…it’s your heart that has captured me body and soul. I didn’t even think anyone as strong yet tender, tenacious yet sensitive; someone with such an open, warm heart even existed. But here you are and you’re mine.”

“Yes, I am…and you’re mine too,” I say, pulling her closer.

She leans forward and presses her forehead against mine. “I am. So does that answer your question?” she asks, as she gently kisses across my eyebrow and down my cheek.

When our lips meet, it’s sweet and slow. “Completely,” I say grinning.

• • •

The next morning we watch Hong Kong Phooey on Boomerang until I drag myself out of bed. “I’ve got to get home and get ready for work.” I grin and lean over to kiss her.

She gets out of bed too, pulls on a robe and follows me to her front door.

“So I’ll see you later,” I whisper into her ear, as I hold her tightly in my arms. “I love you.”

She grins and kisses me before whispering back, “I love you too.”

Back home, I’m about to leave for work, when a feeling comes over me. Something about remembering Brooke as Wonder Woman last night makes me crave a moment with B-Girl. So I go into my studio office and pull out a box that holds final printed copies of the entire series to date. I spread the various issues over my animation table and proudly examine the covers with the fresh eye of time passing and a new perspective.

I pull the first book closer and slowly open it and begin turning the pages. As I examine each layout, I wonder how it would look to Brooke. Would she be flattered to see her persona as a beautiful heroine, a woman capable of changing people’s lives and possibly even saving the world?

I smile at this early issue, conceived long before I knew Brooke intimately. Whatever I could learn about Brooke back then, I would weave into the story. Sometimes it was something as specific as a particular outfit I had seen her in at work. Other times it was an expression or mannerism that I observed from afar. It’s interesting to me now that I wrote stories with B-Girl musing about people from the dark side, and how her mission in life was to eradicate those whose power grew by belittling others. Some of it feels prophetic now…as if I understood intuitively how Arnold would change and become a blighted shadow across her sunny path.

I remember at the beginning agonizing over her super hero costume design. It needed to showcase her curvy, glorious figure, without looking expected. I wanted the “B” to be cleverly identified as part of her look…so I created a jewel-encrusted “B” pendant that rested gently around her neck. Half rap-star inspired, half shaman-esque, the “B” of the pendant would shimmer when she needed to summon her powers.

If life were a comic book, I could construct a “B” pendant for my girl. Whenever we parted, it would protect and preserve her from the Mojos of the world, until she was back in my arms again.

I glance at my watch, then gently fold the books closed and return them to their box. As I slide the lid back on I realize that next week we will face our final test…Brooke will finally meet B-Girl.

Will she be flattered and moved to know how long she’s owned my heart, or will she resent the continual cover-ups and evasion about my big project, and lose her ability to trust me? In the end I believe Brooke will understand why I kept B-Girl a secret and that she will see the character as a reflection of my love for her. Brooke has a big heart and she loves me. I’m certain she will love B-Girl too.

So far our week of Woo has been perfect—a dreamy concoction of love and passion. So as I close my studio door and head towards my car, I’m optimistic. I should send Wayne Dyer a fruit basket or something. His carefully constructed manifesto of self-help has paid off for me in spades. That was the best forty bucks I’ve ever spent.

Yes, I am a man with a plan, and it looks like all of my dreams are coming true.