Belly Dancer Oc Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

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