(Thank you Arthur Schnitzler and Stanley Kubrick!)
Monika, an attractive, ambitious 23-year-old woman from Kansas City, came to Los Angeles to hopefully break into modeling and the movies. She found a job as a waitress in an upscale bistro and was eventually hooked up with an agent. After a time her agent mentioned an exclusive "Butterfly Club" in Hollywood, known only to the inner circle of Tinseltown's richest producers, directors and film executives. It was not exactly a nightclub or bar, but a network of wealthy swingers who periodically met at various mansions for sex parties. The agent gave her an invitation to one of these gatherings, saying it would be attended by people who could help her with her acting career. The invitation had a butterfly logo on the front. Inside were a telephone number and a PIN code to RSVP. At the bottom of the invitation were the words "Strictly Confidential." Monika thought this all very exotic, very "inside." She called the number, punched in the PIN, and was given an address, along with a date, time, and PIN for the entry gate.
Monika arrived at the hush-hush party around 11:00 p.m., along with dozens of couples and a number of single, attractive young women like herself. She was met at the gate by uniformed servants, who verified her invitation. Inside the ornate grille-work gate and high walls was a lavish estate, with lighted gardens, large palms, pools, fragrant plants, and manicured lawns. The house itself was more like a major metropolitan museum than a home. The floors were of polished marble. Large, old-master art works covered the walls, in some places two and three rows high. There were suits of armor in lighted alcoves, and antique statuary, most of it of Roman and Egyptian provenance, standing on tables and pedestals and inside illuminated display cases. Monika had no idea that private people lived in such splendor. She wandered through the crowd of beautiful people, most of them of middle age and older, looking for her agent or another familiar face. A waiter in black tie offered her a drink, which soon caused her body to hum with warmth and sensual excitement. She struck up a few casual conversations with other young women, and several attractive older couples introduced themselves and welcomed her. She thought she recognized a few movie stars among the guests, but was not certain.
She was chatting with an intelligent, professional-looking man and his young, attractive companion when there was a subdued commotion at one end of the large drawing room.
The other guests, who up to this point had been talking and laughing, grew quiet. An isle gradually appeared in front of her, as people backed up to make a pathway from one end of the room to the other. Following the eyes of those around her, Monika saw two older women in robes leading a naked light-colored black man through the crowd. The slow way the man was being led gave their progress the quality of a religious procession. The man seemed blind or drugged. His eyes stared blankly into space, or were perhaps focused on something inside himself. Rippling murmurs of astonishment and admiration spread through the room.
When the three reached her, Monika realized that the black man was just a youth, perhaps in his early twenties, and not much over 5 feet tall. The only big thing about him was his oversized sexual organs. His penis, given his short stature, appeared enormous, its purple-colored head swinging slowly back and forth at the level of his kneecaps. His large balls rolled in a relaxed sack half way down his thighs. Monika was stunned, even awe struck, and like others around her gave an involuntary gasp of surprise when she saw him. When he passed her, she noticed the two women attending him were chanting in a strange language—maybe ancient Greek or Hebrew. She thought she heard the word "Lana"—or was it "Mana" or "Anna"?
After they passed, Monika followed along behind them, a strange, electric agitation running through her body. She felt as if she had been hypnotized or drugged, and was intensely excited. There was the smell of incense in the air.
Ahead of them, at the end of the room, was a raised couch upon which a slender young woman, about Monica's own age, was lying naked, her head and shoulders resting upon cushions. The girl's thighs were spread wide, revealing a plump, shaven pubis and swollen labia. She, too, was attended by two middle-aged women, except these were full-bodied and completely unclothed, with large, pendulous breasts, wide hips, and thickly-haired pubic mounds. There was a tender, almost loving quality in the way the two women stroked the girl's hair, stomach and thighs, and whispered in her ears. Now and then one of them ran her fingers over the girl's pudenda, as if both to comfort her and tease out her inner lips, which, from the way they glistened, had either been well oiled or were flowing with the nectar of anticipation. They seemed to be whispering endearments and encouragement, telling her to be brave, to relax and be calm, and of the glorious pleasures that were about to come to her. As they murmured such words, they lightly kissed her forehead and lips.
A large half-circle had gradually formed around the couch where the girl was waiting. When the black youth finally stood before her, there was an electric silence of expectation in the room. The only sounds were the strange chants and whispers of the attendants.
