Belly Dancer Oc Novels & Stories

I decided not to overthink it and took a taxi back to Othello’s place. When I got home, I didn’t knock. I simply twisted the knob and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted me made my face burn with embarrassment. Othello’s back glistened with sweat, beads rolling down his skin as his hips moved in a steady rhythm. Slim, long, smooth legs were spread wide in front of him. I recognized those legs instantly — it was Ophelia, the nude dancer from the bar. Stark naked, her body on full display.

And I was happy with the hope that he give it to me. Everything sold out with time and it's time for a couple dance, but because of my baby bump I can't dance, so I sit in a far corner of the hall alone. While Aaron is dancing with a beautiful blonde woman. She's beautiful and maintained figure like a model unlike me fat and ugly. Aaron dancing so smoothly with her laughing. I was sitting alone when someone caught my eyes....... SELENA. She's there with some man, looking as same age as Aaron, tall, handsome, smart. They both dancing with eachother soon music change and the partners exchange the woman with Aaron before now dancing with someone else and there was another one comes.

Bohdan replied. Isaac shook his head in disgust and noticed a dancer coming his way. She was a tall woman, with large breasts and a nice round curvy backside. She sashayed her way over on six inch heels and not much else. Finding a good spot she began a lap dance for Isaac, fishing for tips. Isaac leaned back in his chair and watched the woman lean in close and put her breasts in his face and push. For a moment he couldn’t breathe, his face covered with her soft round tits.

"Besides, our main dancer's here." She meant Heather—their go-to exotic performer. Heather didn't come cheap, but she was worth every peso: bold, magnetic, and the kind of dancer who could command a room without saying a word. Their other regulars, Riley and Paige, were equally reliable and crowd-pleasing in their own right. "The guests are all here. So, ladies," Belinda said, gesturing toward the bar. Carlotta drew in a deep breath. She didn't know why her nerves were acting up. This wasn't her first performance. But tonight felt different. Heavier. Sharper.

“Which one?” “The one with the never endin’ legs puttin’ on the show in the miniskirt.” Kade squinted. “You mean AJ?” AJ? Not a familiar name. “Yeah.” “She’s quite the dancer, huh?” “Sure is.” AJ performed a shimmy-shake with her hips, while snaking her arms above her head. The movement caused her tight lace shirt to slide up, exposing the smooth curve of her lower back. Cord withheld a groan. Nothing was sexier than that dimpled section of a woman’s back above her ass. Nothing.

"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.

“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."