Go with the older couple

Alex would love to investigate the diamonds painted on Chelle’s skin, but if he is going to keep a low profile for this mission, getting on a stage in front of all the guests will not lend itself to that.

“I’m sorry, but the guests’ requests come first,” Alex responds, pointing toward Louise and Claude.

The director scowls in disgust and storms off to find someone else, while Chelle studies Alex with interest. “Some other time, then, Cutie,” she says, with a knowing smile.

Alex gulps down the lump in his throat as he turns away from the stage and directs his attention to the older couple. Louise beams at him and takes Alex’s elbow with one arm and Claude’s elbow with the other and leads the way to the nearest cave.

“I just love what they’ve done with the decorations this time,” she says. “Beverly is always so creative in that regard!” She turns to Alex and asks, “We’re you here for the South Pacific theme party?”

“Um... No, ma’am,” he responds.

“Oh, of course not!” declares Louise. “Why, that was so long ago! I doubt if you even had any peach fuzz growing down there at that time!”

Alex nearly stumbles over his own feet as Louise unhooks her elbow from his and reaches under the front of his loincloth and feels him up. She does this just as casually as if she were running her fingers through the hair of her grandson.

Apparently oblivious to Alex’s discomfort — or, quite possibly, delighting in it — Louise keeps on prattling away. “Oh, it was a lovely party! There was this young man — with a nice, long pecker like yours....” She gives Alex’s cock a squeeze for emphasis. “Oh, I had such a lovely time with him! I’m afraid I monopolized that boy all weekend. But don’t worry, Dear, I’m not nearly as energetic now as I was in those days! Am I, Claude?”

The gentleman chuckles and says, “And it’s a good thing for me that you’re not! I about threw out a hip at the last party!”

Alex casts a look at the couple, open-mouthed. Any thoughts that they were a sweet, sedate couple like his grandparents was disappearing just as quickly as his cock was rising in Louise’s tight grasp.

They enter the nearest cave, and Alex sees it is illuminated with torches. Instead of hard, stone slabs, grey cushioned benches run along the sides. Louise stops and turns to Alex and says, “I think this is as good of place as any, don’t you, Dear?”