by Young
I invited them for a nightcap at my lodging after a jovial dinner. Quick to jump at that suggestion, they headed back to my hut with me. Before I knew it, we were frolicking naked in the ocean below my chamber. You guessed it, one thing led to another…
To be continued. LOL!
1968
The Hustle
The evening of the princes’ friend’s birthday bash, Coraline came to Andy in a huff.
“Narnia and Albert are getting out of control! They insist on going to the shindig without Zac and me,” the big sister exclaimed.
“Calm down, gal. Tell me what happened?” my guardian soothed. “Well!” She paused to catch her breath. “Narnia exhorted that she’s old enough to look after herself and my presence is not required,” she sulked. “I explained that it is in her best interest that I escort her to this capricious function, as the princes and their friends are not the most level-headed aristocrats I know.”
“And?” my Valet encouraged.
“And… she threw a fit, calling me obscene names I can’t mention in our present company,” she expressed solicitously, glancing at me.
“That girl locked herself in the room and refused to let me in. I’m terrified she may climb out the window and disappear to the function unannounced, like Cinderella running off to the ball,” she exerted.
“Is Albert acting up, too?” my guardian asked.
Coraline resumed, “As far as I’m aware, Zac is doing his best to talk some sense into Albert as well. He is also demanding to be allowed to go on his own. These two scalawags must be under the influence of the princes… They’re civil otherwise.
“Andy, you must come with us to the party. You’re the one who can coax them to come around.”
Andy chirped, “I’ll go and have a talk with those two. We’ll accompany them if required.” My Valet gave me an impassive expression before he added, “Including Young.”
I shrugged my shoulders to indicate “Whatever.”
Before long, we were dressed and ready to accompany the E.R.O.S. recruits to Vadim’s birthday celebration.
As we walked to our waiting limo, my chaperone apologized to me.
“Sorry Young, to drag you into this. I think it’s best for all of us to escort Narnia and Albert. At the very least, under our watchful eyes, we can be certain those two wouldn’t get up to any mischief.”
He gave me a peck on the cheeks and a flirtatious wink.
“You are a good boy. That’s why I love you very much,” he remarked lasciviously.
At the Bash
Leading up the driveway to the birthday boy’s home were rows of fancy cars and motorbikes, parked serendipitously by the valets hired specially for this plush event. This palatial mansion belonged to Vadim’s father, a close friend and an inner circle confidant of the Al Qaawasim royal household.
Like many of his peers, the birthday boy was a descendant of a wealthy Sharjah family. Vadim’s father had gone overseas on a business trip, leaving his son to his own devices.
As this was the twenty-one-year-old’s official ‘coming-of-age’ soiree, he had solicited the help of a notable London party planner. Much like the ‘The Club’ I had visited with Ubaid, this party was as swinging as any London private functions of that era.
Alcohol flowed freely, and so did the improprieties of the guests. Many were smooching and necking along the numerous corridors and by the state-of-the-art swimming pool.
The majority of the females were of Caucasian descent, with a few Asians and Europeans thrown in, whereas the male invitees were mainly Middle Easterners, except for a handful of Eurasians (children of interracial marriages between Arab males and Caucasian women). The few white men present were Andy, Zac, Señor Triqueros, a Frenchman by the name of Andrei from French Polynesia, and Ludvig from Stockholm, Sweden. Both men had been invited to the party by their Arabian college mate, currently studying in Paris and back in Sharjah on vacation. Apart from me, the few Asian males were Filipinos and Thais. I discovered later that they and the majority of Caucasian girls had been recruited by a London escort agency as ‘playmates’ for the guests.
Dance of the Seven Veils
Once the party got into full swing, a humongous birthday cake was wheeled out by a couple of manservants. The DJ started spinning an Arabian rendition of the birthday song. Suddenly, a brawny Nubian dancer in full belly dancing regalia burst out from the top of the cake. The female impostor gyrated her way out onto the dance floor amidst a sea of rambunctious cat-calls and wolf-whistles from her venerated admirers.
She twirled and whirled, tantalizing her rousing spectators like the whore of Babylon. As if performing Salome’s dance of the seven veils, she fluttered her purdahs off her sensually masculine body, while oscillating her hips toward those who had the audacity to cross her path. Her exotic performance drew the intoxicated into her web of erotic delights. The fervid longing on her heavily made-up face bewitched the rumbustious audience into heighten screams of salacious ecstasies.
Just as the last of the gossamer veils floated off her well-formed nudity, the roaring sounds of a speeding bike came crashing through the entrance of the opulent ballroom.
A young, muscly male, wearing only a skimpy speedo and motorcycle helmet, zoomed in on the latest Egli-Vincent - the then-top-of-the-line British-made motorcycle. The bike skittered to a stop in front of the Nubian. She jumped onto the driver’s seat and the duo blasted off to the extensive swimming pool, circling the edge twice before the naked youth discarded his helmet, revealing his true identity. It was none other than the impudent birthday boy.
As the haring bike rounded the pool’s corner, Vadim dove into the pool, splashing torrents of water over the cheering spectators, drenching them to the bone.
Out of the blue, a pair of soggy speedos came flying through the air. The birthday boy had flung them out to the audience after removing the trucks underwater. He dared his well-wishers to jump in after him, naked.
Shedding their fineries, Vadim’s compeers followed suit. Before long, the pool was filled with naked frolickers enjoying a debaucherous fix with the birthday boy in his birthday suit. Enraptured by such ostentatious theatrics, my jaw dropped in bewilderment, when Coraline and Zac dashed towards me.
“Have you seen Narnia or Albert?” they beseeched breathlessly.
I shook my head.
“Where’s Andy and Victor?” they questioned simultaneously.
Again, I shook my head. That was when I spotted my Valet and the Señor across the pool. I pointed at them. They rushed over when they saw our agitated faces.
A couple minutes later, our search party was looking everywhere for the missing E.R.O.S. recruits. Out of nowhere, a thought flashed through my mind.
“Vadim will know where they are,” I blurted to my guardian.
Extracting information from an inebriated Vadim while he was in the middle of a pool fest was next to impossible.
“اخبرنا الى اين! (Tell us where to look!),” My teacher finally spoke in Arabic.
Overtly aroused by the underwater blowjobs he was receiving, the birthday youth muttered, “جرب مطعم جازيبو (Try the gazebo).”
Not knowing where the gazebo was located, we rushed out to the massive gardens, hoping some servant or guard would direct us to the place.
Sure enough, we encountered the weed-smoking female imposter, who was on her way to the gazebo. She was obviously looking for other areas in which to partake in more fun and games. She pointed to the direction of the pavilion, situated some distance away.
She muttered,“كمان (I’ll take you).”
At the Pavilion
As we drew near the dimly lit summerhouse, whiffs of a mixture of turpentine, gasoline and an odd odour of old ladies’ perfume rushed up my nostrils. Although I felt nauseated, I managed to maintain my equilibrium.
Andy and Zac bid me stay a short distance away while they entered. Instead, I snuck up to the window to peek in. What I saw were naked a
nd semi naked bodies in various stages of copulation. Unlike a regular orgy where the participants were lucid, these entrants smoked or snorted a white powdery snuff, unknown to me at the time, as cocaine. Some were injecting themselves with lime acid (LSD). I was dumbfounded.
Lying in the midst of a sea of writhing bodies was Narnia, naked as a jaybird. She was atop Haalib. The bad boy had injected himself with a dose of lemonade – (liquid Heroin). The powdery substance covered the girl’s breasts as she and her swain shared the ingestibles with passionate oral amorosity.
They were stoned, and so was Albert, who was in the throes of a cataleptic passion with a group of hangers-on of prince Azil. They took turns raping the boy’s receptacles. He was in a torpor when Andy dragged him away from his assailants, carrying him out of the pavilion on his broad shoulders.
When Coraline and Zac got to Narnia and disentangled her from the stuporous Haalib, she kicked up a storm. Having no intention of leaving this drug-infused bacchanalian revelry, the screaming girl had to be hauled out of this sinful pavilion of carnal pleasures and back to Peace Be Upon You - Assalamu Alaikum.
Chapter Fifty-One
Say a Little Prayer
“Never forget the three powerful resources
That are always available to you:
Love,
Prayer,
And
Forgiveness.”
H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
1968
Resolutions
Narnia and Albert were immediately dispatched to their respective boarding schools after that tempestuous party. Their respective chaperones and our teacher decided it was in their best interest to return the misfits to E.R.O.S. for rehabilitation. Without having to consult my Valet, I had a premonition that this would be the end of my peers’ harem involvement.
When the sheik got wind of the escapade, he stormed over to his brother’s mansion, demanding that his nephews be expedited to a private drug rehabilitation clinic in Germany, ASAP, before the snooping paparazzi got wind of this exploit. At the very least, the family would have an alibi for the young princes (that they were in a foreign land when this disreputable incident happened).
For keeping their mouths shut, the household staff were nicely rewarded. So were my chaperone and I, with a week’s all-expenses-paid vacation to anywhere we wanted via the sheik’s private jet. Although my beloved Andy declined the offer, insisting that it was our ethical duty as E.R.O.S. members to keep this incident secret, His Excellency would not take no for an answer.
When it came time for us to leave Fahrib’s service, the benevolent doctor rewarded us handsomely. Our honorable fortitude had so inspired the sheik that he requested a second term of our service. Little were we aware that my stalker was ahead of the game; unbeknownst to my Valet and me, Tad had already been a long-standing member of the Enlightened Royal Oracle Society.
At Tutorial
The only student left standing, or, rather, attending class, was moi. Somehow I had survived Vadim’s birthday bash unscathed, thanks to my drugs and alcohol allergies. I was deemed ‘the goody two-shoes’ by Narnia, Albert and the princes before we went our separate ways.
Señor Triqueros counselled that mournful morning at tutorial, “We must send prayers to our fellow students that they’ll convalesce rapidly from their egregious addiction.”
When it came my turn to say a prayer, I had difficulty finding anything positive to say about my peers, who hadn’t been civil to me since my arrival at Assalamu Alaikum.
I remained mum before Victor remarked, “Young, sometimes people say hurtful things when they are not in their right mind. Holding a grudge against them is harmful to your wellbeing, and also to your health.”
“How so?” I blurted. “They were nasty to me.”
“Now, boy, you must learn to forgive. When your forgiveness is genuine, you’ll find that a burden is lifted off your shoulders. You’re no longer bound to them by chains of invisible torment. Exoneration will unblock your path to happiness.
“The more animosity you hold, the further you’ll slip. It may reach a point where acrimony turns to revenge. This could easily turn your ethicality to wickedness.” He paused for my reaction.
I nodded.
“We don’t want that to happen, do we?” he said in all seriousness.
Say a Little Prayer
I questioned, “What should I say in my prayer?”
My teacher advised, “Gratitude is a good start. You see, Young, many people ask the wrong things when they pray. It is fallacious to ask ‘God’ to give me this or that, or to provide me with this or that.
“In truth, prayers are affirmations to bring about change for the good of society and mankind. Prayers are energy fields; the more you pray or affirm, the further the vibrancy of your energy will expand.”
I uttered, “I was taught by my mother that prayers are telepathic messages we send to god for things we want to manifest in our lives.”
My teacher smiled at my assertion. “Most people pray to god for help when they are in distress, and it does provide an opportunity for god to comfort the devotee.
“Very often, humans pray through despair, and prayers lighten the heaviness of the heart when we open up to god. To put it mildly, prayer is relinquishing one’s control and allowing god to decide what the best solution to the dilemma is.”
He paused before resuming, “You see, Young, prayers are not requests, but communions with god through single-minded devotion. Prayer is tuning the mind with god. It is fixing the focus on ‘God’ and meditating on ‘Him.’
“This leads me to the subject of ‘God’. All human beings are gods because we are made in the same image as ‘The Creator.’ It is of little wonder most people worship a god from without rather than within, as many religions consider ‘God’ as a separate entity from the self.
“When you acknowledge and accept that you are ‘God,’ the exercise of praying transforms to that of surrendering yourself to your soul or spirit, thus melting the mind and ego in silence – In God. Prayer then becomes a mystic state when the individual consciousness is absorbed within the self with the cosmic energy (God-energy).
“Cosmic energy possesses the power to heal and rejuvenate an individual and/or the universe. This is at times known as ‘Spiritual Healing’.”
“Wow, I didn’t know prayer was so powerful. Tell me more,” I vociferated enthusiastically.
“Don’t underestimate the power of prayer. It is an uplifting of the soul to god (cosmos), an act and adoration of the supreme self. It is the worship and glorification of the God-self, an acknowledgement that the answers you are seeking can be found within you. All you need to do is tap into the source through prayer and/or meditation,” my professor advocated.
Cosmic Energy Healing
“What is Cosmic Energy, and how can I receive its power?” I questioned.
“Cosmic energy is also referred to as the life force and the energy that maintains the balance of the entire cosmos.
“This divine energy is also known as the energy of supreme consciousness and intelligence, and we are surrounded by it all the time. It is everywhere.
“The Earth Energy is part of it and is often recognized as Mother Earth or Gaia,” Victor explained.
“Therefore prayer is an invocation, a calling forth of spiritual forces that are flowing through the human body, heart, mind and soul. Although this divine impetus is invisible to the naked eye, it is as real as gravity or attraction. It is the soul and essence of religion, the core of every man’s life.”
I raised my hand.
“Sir, you haven’t as yet told me how I can receive this supreme energy?”
He chuckled at my impatience. “As I mentioned earlier, Cosmic Energy is abundant in the cosmos. To gather this energy, you can either use chakra breathing exercises or learn Energy Healing,” he explicated before adding, “In my opinion, the simplest and best path to receive this positive energy is through meditation.
> “You see, Young, Cosmic Energy enters through the mind, and meditation helps the mind focus on receiving it. When this power enters our individual mind-body system through the chakras it supports the human energy field. Most of the time, human chakras are partially close because of the distractions (anxiety, fear, worry, stress and varied negative emotions) within the mind.
“The mind and body merges into one during meditation. This helps the physical and spiritual self to receive the power that activates the Cosmic Energy Healing.
“One can also channel Cosmic Energy through ‘Breathing Meditation.’ This form of meditation generates calmness within the mind and aids the development of inner peace. I recommend you practice it daily. Once your mind is calm, you are susceptible to receiving Cosmic Energy.”
I injected, “Monsieur Dubois taught me how to meditate.”
“But do you practice it daily?” the Señor asked.
I shook my head.
The Señor declared, “To increase rapid energy flow within the body, you can also focus on your breathing through your root chakra. This will absorb the earth’s healing and grounding energy, which helps support your body avatar.”
I Am that I Am
A question flashed through my mind. “Is that why Muslims pray five times a day?” I questioned.
“You tell me. Why do Muslims pray five times a day?” my teacher pronounced amusingly.
“Because…” Not knowing the answer to my question, I trailed off.
My professor asserted wittily, “Have you forgotten what I said earlier?”
He waited for my reply. None came.
“We can use prayer as a way of…” he prompted.
“Opening our hearts to ‘God’: not a being living in an extra-dimensional heaven, but the wellspring of creative energy within us and the universe.”