Take the part

Alex realizes this may be the best — and only — chance to see if Chelle is the courier he is looking for. “Ok, I’ll do it,” he tells the director. “Tell me what to do.”

The director looks relieved. “Chelle is going to sing and dance, and it’s a song about mind control and hypnosis. You just need to look dazed and under her control. She will guide you from there. Now hurry up... It’s time to start.”

With that, Alex finds himself being led to the stage entrance. As he does, a couple of actresses, also nude and wearing elaborate snakeskin body paint, tie his hands with a rope and lead him onto the stage.

Alex doesn’t have to pretend to be dazed. The surrealness of the experience is beyond anything his training has prepared him for. The music starts, and the young actresses begin a sensual dance that causes them to rub their bodies against Alex’s.

After a few moments of this, in which Alex cannot help but feel aroused, Chelle makes her entrance. Her song is to the tune of “Trust in Me,” but the words are definitely not Disney:

“Cum in me,

Cum in me,

I spread my thighs,

Enter me, please....”

Alex feels himself **** to his knees in front of Chelle as she pulls a snake-skin whip from around her waist and gently strokes Alex’s face and chest with it.

“Cum in me,

And you’ll see,

My cunt grips twice,

As I squeeze....”

The young dancers take the rope that holds Alex’s hands together and attaches one end to a hook on top of what looks like a tall tree stump. As they pull, Alex is **** to rise to his feet.

Chelle continues her song and dance as Alex strains to get a good look at her, trying to examine every diamond-like marking on her body. Before long, not only are Alex’s hands secured above his head, but so are his feet, each tied to a root of the stump, so they are about shoulder-width apart.

Alex hears a sharp crack, and his attention returns to Chelle, who has just snapped the whip loudly, causing many in the audience to jump. She returns her attention to Alex’s bound form and approaches him.

Chelle begins a sensuous pole dance, using Alex as the pole. The effect is rather spectacular, as if a snake is actually enveloping Alex’s body. He literally has **** but to stand there and experience it, as the restraints hold him securely.

Chelle steps away and pulls on the whip handle. Alex braces himself for what might come, but is surprised to see the handle detach, revealing a long, silver blade.

She returns to Alex and sensually runs the knife’s edge over his nipples and abs before drawing it lower over his loincloth. With a sudden jerk that caused Alex to flinch, the knife came up, severing the strap that held the loincloth in place. That quickly, Alex found himself buck naked in front of an audience of a hundred appreciative spectators.

Chelle’s hands gently caress Alex’s balls, causing his penis to begin to stand to attention. Chelle resumes her dance of full-body contact on Alex, but this time, as she presses fully against him, face-to-face, Alex feels the tree stump shift and rotate 90 degrees, causing him to lay on his back on a platform.

Chelle remains in full contact until the stump is in position. Then, straddling Alex’s waist, she continues her song, while performing an exquisite lap dance on him.

Alex tries to remember to examine Chelle’s body at every opportunity, but as his fully erect cock testifies, he is having difficulty thinking of anything so professional.

Just as Alex renews his commitment to observation, he feels a warm, wet, and absolutely amazing sensation descend over his cock. Chelle, still singing, starts to ride his shaft in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Involuntarily, Alex groans, and he detects a gleam of satisfaction in Chelle’s eyes as she bends down and nibbles on his neck and chest. A smattering of applause breaks out from the audience, and several shouts of encouragement are called out: “Ride him!” “Make him cum!” “Take that little man cub!”

Chelle writhes faster and faster. As the music reaches its crescendo, Alex loses his control, releasing a flood of semen into Chelle’s pussy. His cry and the spasms of his body let everyone know what just happened, but Chelle removes all doubts by pulling herself off and spreading her legs to show off the dripping creampie. The crowd erupts in thunderous applause.

The dancers reappear and remove his restraints. With a rope tied around the base of his shaft and balls, they lead him away as the stagehands begin changing the scenery.

Alex leans against a table and begins removing the leash from his balls. His hands are shaking from the experience, so he has a difficult time with it. As Chelle walks by, she stops and offers some assistance. After undoing the leash, she leans in and gives Alex a kiss on the cheek. Her hand wraps around his cock and tugs it playfully as she says, “You were great, kid. You’re a natural. I don’t usually get so turned on while performing, but you’re something special.”

Alex realizes that he never did complete his full inspection of her body to look for the elusive diamond.

At that moment, the director interrupts. He has a young man with him who clearly is the actor whose absence gave Alex his opportunity to “act” for the first time.

“That was great!” says the enthusiastic director. “Listen to that applause! The two of you have real chemistry! We definitely need to team the two of you up more often.”

The young man offers his hand to Alex. “Hi. I’m Tommy. Thanks for filling in for me. One of our guests has a bit of a Mowgli fetish that took a bit longer to satisfy than I thought it would. In fact, once she saw that there were two ‘Mowglis,’ she got really interested and would like me to introduce you to her. Can you hang out here until I finish this next scene?”