What Else Is There?

In the morning, an alarm woke the two alerting them that it was time to prepare for their rainforest adventure tour.  Mel rolled over to turn off the alarm, rolled back over, and spooned behind Leslie.

“Babe, you gonna get up first?” he asked with a smirk, knowing she might be a little sore.

“Jerk,” Leslie mumbled under her breath.  He heard her and laughed lightly through his nose.  He then kissed her neck.

“Fine, I’ll go first,” he offered and kissed her neck a few more times.  She then turned her head around to kiss his lips.  “Just don’t make us miss the bus,” he said just before a few more last kisses.

Leslie really didn’t want to get up and move, but after a few moments, she started to get dressed.  Before long, they made it to their assigned location and boarded the appropriate bus.  

Mel and Leslie were unsure if their tour guide even spoke English, or if his accent was just horrendously heavy.  He held up a giant, simplified map and jabbed his finger at a few specific locations; each jab almost poked a hole through the thin map.  He circled around a certain area and kept emphasizing the same phrase numerous times.  Most likely, he was stressing not to separated from the group.  Then, he did some sort of charade of a large animal that growls.  Mel chuckled at the sight of it, and the tour guide immediately shouted from the other side of the bus.  Mel didn’t understand what he said, but he pretended to be intimidated.

Not long after, the tour bus arrived at the jungle.  Everyone was given a bag with snacks, water, a map, a flashlight, a whistle, a lighter, and a switchblade in case of emergency.  The fact that everyone was given potentially dangerous tools without any evaluation was definitely a cause for concern, as none of this was stated in the notes of the tour, but raising suspicion while everyone was in possession of weapons might not have been the best time to question.  One woman felt particularly unsafe and asked to return back to her hotel. She and her kids were escorted back by one of the tour guide’s assistants.  The rest of the group proceeded to their first stop.

There were seven off road cars parked, but the tour guide and his assistants only summed up to six.  One of the tourists had to be chosen to be a substitute driver.  After scrutinizing all his options, the tour guide chose Mel. Leslie was convinced it was because he was black.

After stopping at several different exotic locations, one of the tourists asked where she can go to relieve herself in the middle of a rainforest.  The tour guide slowed down to a complete stop, exited the vehicle, approached her, and shouted in her face until she cried.  Either she peed at that moment, or held it like her life depended on it.  Not long after, Leslie felt a domino effect and also had to pee.  Not wanting to get scolded, she whispered to Mel as he drove.  He offered to handle the tour guide and ask himself.

“Sir,” Mel called, “I think we should pull over for a bit so that some of us can relieve ourselves.”  The tour guide ignored him, so he took more assertive action.  Mel came to sudden stop and almost caused the cars behind him to collide.  As expected, the tour guide was enraged, and turned around to deal with this defiant tourist. He tried to scare Mel into submission, but Mel, of course, wasn’t having any of it.

“Look,” Mel started, “I just need to take a leak and I’m sure I’m not the only one.  There’s plenty of bushes and trees around.  I won’t be hurting anything. Animals urinate on plants.”  The tour guide only stared silently, angrily.  Mel opened the door of the vehicle and stepped out, helped Leslie out, ignored the presence of the speechless man, and walked into the forest until they were out of sight.  The pair found a nice spot, put down their bags, and handled their business.  After peeing together, Leslie was the first to start heading back to the group.

“Where are you going?” Mel asked.

“I peed.  You peed,” Leslie stated in a very confused tone.

“You thought that’s all I had to do?”

“What else is there?”

He smirked and said, “You’re so adorable… Get over here. I’m not done with you.”

Walking toward him indecisively, but leaning toward a particular decision, Leslie began, “Don’t we have to go back?  You were driving.”

“Fuck driving.”

“What about the other people waiting?”

“Fuck them,” Mel dismissed as he pulled Leslie close.

“No,” Leslie joined in and corrected, “fuck me.”

“Good girl,” Mel said as he slapped and grabbed Leslie’s ass. “I will.”

As the two began to fool around for a few moments, Leslie got distracted as she heard and saw a bird awkwardly close in a tree, just watching her. She pulled away from Mel’s lips, and he kissed her neck and asked what was wrong.

“That bird… It’s just sitting there and… I don’t know…”

Mel immediately chuckled, “You’re nervous cause a bird is watching us?”  He held her by her chin and looked directly into her eyes.  “We’re not stopping ‘cause of a little bird.  It can watch.” With that, he slid his hand into her panties.  Leslie was quiet at first due to the sudden rush of pleasure, but got distracted again by another sound.

“What if more animals come?  Maybe something more dangerous?”

“Hey.” Mel was starting to get annoyed, but bit his tongue and tailored his words to achieve the outcome he desired.  “Look at me.  Don’t you think I can protect you?  Don’t you think I can fight off a little bird?” he said as he pointed up to the tree where the bird stood. At that very moment, a large snake struck the bird and began to swallow it. “Shit.”

“Yeah, I want to leave now before something else happens,” Leslie said as she readjusted her clothing.  Then suddenly, they heard a low growl from a nearby bush.

“Fuck, what was that?” Mel asked as he instinctively grabbed his bag of survival supplies.

Out jumped an underweight leopard that climbed the tree and attacked the snake.  Mel directed Leslie to get behind him and stay quiet.  As they both backed away slowly, he kept his eyes fixed on the leopard while she looked around for opportunities to hide or escape.

“Babe,” Leslie whispered, “there’s a hole right here. I don’t know where it goes, but I think we can fit in it if we jump down.”

“No, that will make too much noise.  And you don’t run from a big cat. It will outrun us.”

Leslie stepped on something and alerted the leopard.

“You did that on purpose,” Mel thoughtlessly blamed.

“Why would I‒”

“‒Shut up!” he interrupted as the leopard jumped down in front of them. As the tiger approached slowly, he asked, “Where’s the hole?”

“Behind you, to your left, under that big log.”

You can fit your tiny ass in there, he thought, but how the fuck am I going to fit?  The leopard growled, faked lunging forward, and spooked Leslie into to going ahead and jumping down the hole.  Immediately, the leopard reacted and raced in Mel’s direction.  Fuck it, he thought and jumped into the hole.  He made his body as narrow as he could, lifting his arms above his head, but his bag got stuck on something at the opening of the hole.  When the leopard pounced on the last spot it saw them, its paws pushed down Mel’s bag just a little bit. He was still hanging by the strap, not yet willing to let go of potentially useful tools.  The leopard swiped its large paw into the hole, hoping to reach its newfound prey.  This broke some of the nearby branches, freed Mel and his bag, but ripped off almost half of his map.  The hungry leopard found another way around to find them.  Leslie only thought of jumping into a dangerously fast river, but Mel didn’t favor the idea of trading one gamble for another.  He acually thought of an even better idea.

Or did he? Is there a plot twist where Mel dies? Jk it's not a plot twist just because the black guy dies first.