Belly Dancer Oc Novels & Stories

I'd spent years in the hands of the political elite to hide their dirty work. I sat in my chair and turned on my laptop. Enzo had set up all the applications I needed to do my work. I checked the security cameras, and the video was of Darcy and Felicia in the training room. I zoomed in to see what they were doing. Felicia had several students, but I asked her to focus on Darcy. I wanted the preparations for the birthday event to go smoothly, including her first appearance. Darcy wore a gymnastic outfit and covered her lower body with a miniskirt. She was dancing with a pole. Her hand movements were fluid, her curves were seductive, and her long hair added to the sexiness of her dance.

Even the dancers slowly stopped dancing, all eyes were on Ophelia who was dancing in a way they had never seen before. She took a high leap from the staircase and landed on the floor with just her toes. People clapped and cheered as Ophelia danced with all of her heart. She wished Finlay was there to see her because he had never seen her dance ballet before. Didn't know she was a ballerina until she was eleven. Alpha Williamsburg's gaze was glued on the dancing woman, every step she took, the way she swayed her body like a snake and split her legs on the floor.

I can’t say the same for myself as I walk into the bedroom, i am not sure what good locking the door would do me, but I was intent on making him do the chase now, and what perfect way to do that than with him on the other side of the door, battling him morals? Today’s outfit was a sparkle, black belly dance costume, who gave out hand jobs for extra tips. Luckily, I didn’t have to buy the outfit, the viewer had requested this outfit before, whatever he had for belly dancers, I was going to make it even better, as the man whom I want was a door away from me.

When I walked out of the washroom, everybody's eyes were as still as some billboard poster at the bar counter's direction with Dance for you by Beyonce playing on the background. The song, the bar counterDear God let it not be what I think it is.I looked towards the counter and there was Jemima, running her hands up and down her body with movements designed to arouse and anticipate. To make matters worse she was wearing a very short floral off shoulder sundress and a pair of sandals.

She had just gotten on stage, and her performance was about to start. This dancer was who this scent belonged to. But how, and why? Omari’s mind whirled, eyes caught in a spell, watching the dancer elegantly climb the pole, performing her number with a vigour that took his breath away. He could not stop watching. She swayed her hips to the beat of the music, the tassels on her sequinned set swinging with every turn. She twirled on the too-high heels she wore, grabbing the pole and bringing her body to it with a swift movement, dropping into a split. The girl kept dancing, her hair wild and beautiful. Omari watched her, eyes intent on capturing her image.

Rick placed the order for both of them, which Carly was grateful for because she had no idea what to order before. The server left to prepare their order for them and Carly, still wanted to have a full scan of their environment. The entertainers played their instruments and the singer amongst them had long locs that would be the envy of every female. There were some dancers that were scantily dressed and they swayed their hips effortlessly to the beat of the music. The lead dancer had pins on her navel that left Carly wondering how they stayed without falling off, the urge to go over to the dancer and ask her “Does it hurt?” was so intense that she dragged her eyes away and brought it back t

He turned a glass of whiskey on her ass, spanking her ass. "Present the most awaited strip dancer.... Namal Relany...." The crowd cheered, and the light turned off, and when the light came on... the room was radiating blue.... Aurora was already holding a pole curving her leg expertly; her hair was flying in the air, and the sensual song started... The way she moved her butt and waist on the pole made the room heated.... The men could feel it, and even the ladies questioned their sexuality as she danced on the pole.... She was wearing a black bikini, and her waist bead was glinting with the blue light... The diamond piercing on her navel looked so hot.... Her skin was so fresh and white, and

I found myself reminiscing about the day I was into dancing and it has always been my passion – until Dad stopped me because he thought it didn't fit his idea of 'elegance'. My interest did not stop there. I looked up a nearby studio where I can secretly learn it for at least an hour or so after work before I go home. I was lucky that Knox did not assign a bodyguard or a driver to me so I can do whatever I want. "Belly dancing isn't like any other dancing style. Some say that it is a way to seduce a man– a King, an Emperor and even an Alpha." Genie, my dance instructor said while guiding my body to the right movement. She lifted my chin up high and squared my shoulders. "You must always appe

Save: I can't take my eyes off of you. I looked back at him and he was still looking at me. But Miss Ocampo is talking to him. Miss Ocampo is wearing a black dress and it is undeniable .. she has a beautiful body and great breasts. Me? My body has a nice curve, but I have small breasts. But I believe that my breasts will grow big someday. A few minutes later, our introduction number started. We danced in the middle. Everyone cheered us. Gerald danced lightly. I just laugh when I step on shoes.

Bryan breathed out beside me as he pinched the bridge of his nose,"Our sisters are trying to upstage the professional belly dancers." My eyes snapped to the figure next to Shayla's and I noticed my sister in a golden dress, trying to shimmy and follow Shayla's lead but doing a horrible job of it and stuck out like a stiff twig. "Mille looks like a stick, doesn't she?" "It isn't that bad, don't worry. Not all of us know belly dancing anyways." "Bryan!" A voice called in from behind and we turned around as we found Wes and Caira waddling through the crowd. Caira gave Bryan a brief hug followed by Wes, & I didn't miss their gazes lingering on each other.