Chapter 1: The Search Begins

Jason spent hours every day in the Arizona State Achieves pouring through ancient documents on microfiche pre Arizona statehood. These documents included personal journals, personal first hand historical views of historical events and the daily lives of ordinary people.

After the first month, he was beginning to become discouraged. He recognized the fact that he was becoming sloppy in his research and decided to take a break. A vacation would clear his head and help him to refocus.

For the next week, he spent his days on the beach in Acapulco and his nights in various clubs watching other young adults having a good time. On his last night in Acapulco, he was wandering the streets with no particular destination in mind, when he turned a corner and came face to face with a tall beautiful woman and struck up a conversation with her.

“If you’re looking for a unique experience, I suggest you go to the club across the street.”

Jason looked at the front of the brightly lit building. The sign over the door read ‘Noches Extrañas Club de Caballeros’ – Strange Nights Gentlemen’s Club. She handed him a card entitling him to a free drink and continued her walk down the street.

Throwing caution to the wind Jason crossed the street and entered the club, paying the cover charge to the scantily clad woman at the door. The room was dark. Jason could see about twenty figures sitting at the various tables that occupied the space in front of the stage. Being the kind of person who always gravitated to the back of a crowd, he found a seat at the bar and asked for a Modelo Especial. When the music began, he turned his chair around and watched as a dancer appeared on the stage. Jason was not a prude, nor was he a virgin, but he was not prepared for anything like this. On stage was a dancer, naked from the waist up and wearing what amounted to a loincloth. This, in and of itself, did not shock Jason, it was more or less what he expected; it was the body of the dancer that shook him to the core.

There, on the stage, was a living representation of what he had pictured in his mind that a member of his lost tribe, the Amazonians, would look like. Exceptionally tall for a woman, with an oval shaped face, highlighted with high cheek bones, dark eyes and a dark complexion with luxuriously long straight nearly black hair. Her obviously powerful physique captured his imagination. Her shoulders were wide, capped with well-defined muscles; her chest was well developed, topped with obviously enhanced round globes, which appeared to defy gravity. Her waist was narrow which served to enhance the movement of her generous hips. She displayed a much-defined set of abs and with well-muscled legs she pranced across the stage. As she turned her back to the audience, she wiggled her solid looking and very prominent backside.

Jason wasn’t sure that she was a woman until she dropped her loincloth, and then there was no doubt. At the same instant a young man, no more than twenty-one years old to Jason’s untrained eye, was brought onto the stage and shoved towards the dancer. The dancer turned towards her completely naked prey and slowly stalked him. It appeared to Jason that he has under some sort of spell, because he just stood perfectly still, as if, by remaining stationary he would be invisible to her.

When she had moved within reach, he finally sensed the danger he was in and turned to run. Too late, she pounced on her prey, dragging him down to floor of the stage, which Jason only now realized was covered in a thin vinyl covered mat. The dancer quickly wrapped her powerful arms around his chest and began to squeeze. Soon Jason could see her prey’s face slowly turning a darker shade of red, until it almost appeared to turn purple due to the lack of oxygen. When he appeared to go limp, she released her grip, turned him face down onto the mat, and climbed onto his back with her knees straddling his chest. Grabbing his hair, she yanked his head back as far as it would go and then with a dramatic movement, reached to her nonexistent belt and pulled what everyone in the audience assumed was a knife. The warrior, she was no longer a dancer to Jason, after proudly displaying her weapon to the audience, proceeded to drag it across his exposed neck from ear to ear. With a frightful war cry, she released his head, which dropped face first to the mat, and stood over her vanquished foe.

The warrior stepped back and allowed her prey to recover. As he slowly got to his feet, she stood assessing his condition and to Jason’s eye, his slowly deflating erection. She turned briefly to the audience, smiled a wicked smile and pointed to herself. Her jester and attitude was left to the audience to interpret; but to Jason, she was saying I did that, he belongs to me, and this is now for my pleasure. Before he could mount a woefully inadequate defense, she attacked him once again. The warrior quickly grabbed him under an arm and easily tossed him across the stage. She raced to his prone body, lifted him to a standing positon and repeated the maneuver in the opposite direction. This time she slowly and, almost seductively, crossed the stage, confident that her prey was all but defeated. She repositioned his motionless body on to his back, his arms splayed outward as if nailed to a cross in the center of the stage, parallel to the audience.