Belly Dancer Oc Novels & Stories

"This is not Patricio's events. Why aren't we using Patricio?" "I just wanted to try something new." Lucy replied. "I heard this lady is not just stunning but also a great events planner." Gabrielle nodded in understanding. "Nice to see you, Belle." Lucy said to me. "You too Lucy." I replied. We waited for about five minutes before I saw the pair of legs that walked in and nothing prepared me for the face of the owner of those legs. I jerked my head towards Lucy with shock as Jesse also halted at the sight that met her.

Her entire soul left her body. “Oh my—STOP!” She turned to flee, but the dancer smoothly stepped in front of her, blocking her escape. Penelope nearly fell off the couch laughing. “THERE IS NO ESCAPE, BRIDE-TO-BE!” Sabrina turned red. "I AM A WOMAN WITH A VERY SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP!!" The dancer smirked. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I’m just here to entertain.” And then— He did a body roll. Right in front of her.

The other omegas in the room hummed in agreement, making Liora and Iris burst into spontaneous laughter. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ “I can’t remember the last time the Omega den was this packed with fancy people,” Callie shouted over the loud music. She danced on in place, her lavender dress swaying gently around her knees.

“Naomi. Baby. No heroic cardio routines.” “I was literally going to stretch,” I said. “You’re not stretching anything. Except your right to be pampered.” They both pulled out their phones. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Recording your official belly dance,” Miranda said. “For the baby’s welcome album.” Raymond nodded. “We’re making content now. Baby’s first dance challenge.” I rolled my eyes, hands on hips. But I let them record me anyway, I was so happy doing the dance even though I was bad at it.

I answered without a second's thought. The music began. Lorenzo held out his hand. He smirked. "Then, free woman, care to dance with the devil?" I placed my hand in his. His grip was warm, steady. None of Colter's crushing force. On the dance floor, we moved as one, two black swans weaving through the crowd. His hand rested lightly on my waist, my body close to his chest. It was the first time in six years I'd felt this kind of equal intimacy.

"You've got legs, right? You're halfway there. It's just like walking, but with rhythm. How hard can it be?" I refused and burst out laughing. "C'mon Lucia, loosen up. It's just dancing, not a war. I'm not leaving this festival without showing off my sweet moves with my beautiful mate." "I can only dance with my waist and belly. It's the only way I know how," I explained, trying to avoid dancing. Axton whistled and ground his body against mine. "Perfect. I love belly dancing," Axton exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "I don't want to gather attention, I'll just stand like a wallflower."

“Impress me.” The music started, a sultry beat that pulsed through the walls. The dancer began slowly, swaying his hips, hands roaming over his chest. He unbuttoned his shirt inch by inch, revealing abs that looked as if they had been carved from stone. I swallowed hard, feeling a heat pool in my belly. This was wrong–spying like this–but I couldn't tear my eyes away

I confess, and she smiles. “I figured as much but trust me, this will help.” I sigh but agree, and we walk out of the safety of the locker room into the loud club floor. Men are shouting and squealing, and I turn toward the stage, watching a dancer spin down the pole, completely naked. I gasp, and Mindy smiles, passing me a shot, “That’s Candy. She is one of the best dancers we have. She is very popular.” “I can see why,” I gasp, “How does she do that?” I ask, gulping down the shot.

"Go Aria!" The girls start cheering me up as I start to break the dance floor. Should've known that letting loose meant that something was to happen. Exactly when I was doing some crazy belly dance moves, my friends get stuck in their spots wide agape while Bianca just continues to try and hit my arm. "What is it Bianca?" I ask out of breath.

I say looking at the dancer, I wasn't sure if it's a she or a he, but the dancer was dressed in shorts and a crop top with the word daddy on it, and they got some real good moves. "Good, keeping watching Adonis, I need to go and have a chat with someone," he said to me, he then whispered somethign to the dancer, Adonis, before leaving the dancer finished his dance and moved down to sit next to me. "How you doing?" it asks me, I simply nod feeling dizzy and drained.