Continue to the party

Alex continues down the path toward the sound of festivities. As he approaches, he hears music, laughter, and conversations. If he stopped at this point, it would appear to be a typical party, where everyone is having a good time, but just a few steps closer, and he realizes this is unlike any party he has attended before.

The outdoor area is decorated with a jungle theme. Several rock formations with caves line the perimeter. A number of small, grass huts are scattered around, as well. People are gathered in groups of two or more throughout the area. Some are talking, some are directing their attention to the center stage, and others are moving to or from the caves and huts, with obvious lustful intentions.

Several young men of Alex’s age are dressed like him, in loincloths. There are also a number of young women who appear to be their counterparts. They have skimpy loincloths around their waists and necklaces of flowers and seashells that hang down, barely covering their breasts. There isn’t a single unattractive one in their midst.

These young people appear to be working the crowd, alternately carrying trays of drinks and canapés for guests or standing around the perimeter like statues, holding long torches. Quite a few also seem to be engaged with the guests who are going to or emerging from the artificial caves and the grass huts. Alex has little doubt what is going on inside, given what he has learned since arriving.

On the center stage is what, at first glance, appears to be a live-action production of The Jungle Book, a Disney cartoon Alex has loved since he was a little boy. A second glance revealed it to be a version definitely not for kids. On the stage is a powerful man, wearing a bear mask and claws on his hands and feet — and nothing else. His penis is swinging in full view of the crowd as he sings, “Bare Necessities.” The music is familiar, but the words are different: “Look for those bare necessities, those simple bare necessities. Get rid of all the clothing in your life....” As the bear sings, he moves about the stage, ripping the necklaces off of several of the young women, exposing their breasts to the world. They are tied to wooden stakes like virgin offerings. “I mean those bare necessities, so open up your pussies, please, and give a little taste of what I like...” With those words, the loincloths disappear as well, and Alex watches as the bear proceeds to screw each of the girls in perfect time to the music.

The crowd applauds appreciatively, and Alex moves through the crowd, trying to blend in. A man in a chef’s hat appears and beckons to Alex, handing him a tray of food. They are little hotdogs, wrapped in pastries, except the hotdogs have been cut to look like penises, and the pastries are in the shape of lips. Alex takes the tray and begins to move through the crowd like he has seen the others do.

The scene on the stage changes, and Alex sees a number of young women dressed as monkeys. Well, “dressed” is the wrong word. They are all naked, but the monkey ears and the tails that are strapped around their waists clearly identify them as monkeys. As they scamper around, picking up bananas and licking then seductively for those closest to the stage, one of the monkeys says, “Here comes King Louie!” Alex looks and sees another huge, muscle-bound man. This one is wearing an orangutan mask and has long, red hair on his arms and legs. Like the bear, he is naked, and he wastes no time going into his song, “So oobie-doo, I wanna cum in you—oo-ooo...” He immediately mounts the nearest monkey and begins drilling her, again in perfect beat to the music.

Alex is distracted from the scene by the feeling of a hand on his back. He looks, and sees an older woman — maybe around 60 years old or so. She is running her hand up and down Alex’s bare back and arm, appreciatively.

“Look at you,” she purrs, letting Alex smell her wine-scented breath. “You look just like my grandson. What a fine specimen you are!” Her hand trails down Alex’s side and traces the open area on his hip that the loincloth fails to cover.

Unsure what to say, Alex stammers, “Would you like a snack, ma’am?” and holds out his tray.

“Oh, most definitely,” says the woman, slipping her hand under the loincloth and grabbing Alex’s ass. “And please call me Louise.”

Alex is spared the need to respond as a man of the same age as the woman comes up to speak with her. Alex attempts to take advantage of the moment to slip away, but she grabs his loincloth and holds on, keeping him there.

Awkwardly, Alex stands still, looking around, and trying not to appear out of place. He redirects his attention to the stage, where the orangutan has two monkeys bent over in front of him, and he is alternating between the two with a series of thrusts as he sings, “Now don’t try to kid me, monkey ... I made a deal with you. I have the power, to deflower every one of you.....”

Alex concludes this is one beloved children’s movie he will never see in the same light again. His attention returns to Louise, who appears to be trying to introduce you to her friend.

“What did you say your name was, dear?” she asks sweetly, as if it was totally a grandmotherly thing to be feeling up someone a third your age.

“Alex,” he stammers in response.

“What a sweet name. I knew a boy named Alex when I was your age,” she says with a dreamy look and a move of her hand to under the front of Alex’s loincloth. As her finger explored his scrotum, Alex wondered whether she was replaying her memories of what she did with that Alex from so many decades ago.

Suddenly remembering where she was, the woman said, “Alex, this is Claude. We were just going to explore one of those caves. Would you be a dear and accompany us so we don’t get lost?”

Alex thinks her primary concern is not about getting lost, but his cover dictates that he play along. Setting the tray of obscenely-shaped snacks on a table, he walks with the couple, Alex on one side of the Louise, and Claude on the other.

As they pass the stage, Alex gets a look at the actors who are preparing for the next scene. They include a tall, seductive woman, completely naked, with body paint suggesting that she is a large boa constrictor.

The director of the production appears frantic. “Where’s our Mowgli? We need him for the next number.”

One of the makeup technician, who is applying last minute touches to the snake woman, says, “I saw him go in that hut about 20 minutes ago. He was with a guest, and I reminded him his number was up soon, but he said he’d keep an eye on time.”

Applause breaks out from the guests, signaling an end to the King Louie number. The director looks panicked before settling his eyes on Alex. “You!” he says, pointing directly at him. “I need you on stage now. You will stand in for Mowgli.”

Alex looks stricken. “Me?! I don’t know anything about the show. This is my first day on the job. I don’t know any of the lines!”

“You don’t have any lines,” says the director, grabbing Alex by the arm and dragging him toward the snake woman. “You just stand there and look hypnotized. Chelle here will take it from there.”

“I certainly will,” says Chelle, coming up and appraising Alex with a gleam in her eye. “It will be a pleasure.” The makeup artist follows behind, continuing to apply touch-ups. Even under all this stress, Alex can’t help but admire the artistry. The makeup really does look like an exotic snakeskin, complete with intricate designs of lines, curves, and diamonds.

Diamonds?! Alex looks again, and sure enough, the diamond pattern in the skin mirrors the blue diamond tattoo Alex is looking for. Is that a coincidence, or is one of those diamonds actually a tattoo?

Alex looks over his shoulder at Louise and Claude. They are watching with interest, obviously eager to continue their mission to the cave.

Alex considers his options.