Belly Dancer Oc Novels & Stories

"Mr. Carter, please, don't! I can't…" I screamed, struggling to break free. I came from a conservative family and had been taught to save myself for marriage. Cameron lay on top of me, leaving me no room to budge. He stripped me of my dance outfit and took in my bare body. "This is the final part of the treatment. I'll satisfy your needs, and once it's over, you'll be able to do a split. That way, you won't fail anymore."

So, as I was saying, it wasn't long before Orange was right behind her, grinding his junk into her hips, giving us an unwanted trailer of what was to come. Ty and I both gave a synchronized shudder and moved to a less crowded spot and began to sway awkwardly, both more deplorable than the other at dancing. Before long, we too were dancing the night away, making weird alien like gestures and doubling over. See, who needs sex when you have crazy friends to clear your mind, I thought to myself. "Bella Signora," a heavy Italian ascent whispered into my ears, sending shivers down my spine. "May I have a dance?"

it replied. The lady danced while the father is assisting the belly. They are having fun and goofing around while Maxine is still in awe of what are they doing. Her mom is holding her hands to guide her dance with them. Her feelings are a little bit different and were about to cry. Her mother gasped as she kneel before her to make her calm.

I stared at her doing dreamy things with the sway of her tiny hips, I watched her danced. She was in her pajamas, but why was she sexiest thing I had ever seen in a very long time? I felt my heart leaped in my chest when the song finally came to an end and she typed something into her small phone and beamed at me. [8:51AM] O.C: OMG! Thank you so much for the song, I love it. P.S: I know my dance moves suck, but I couldn't help dancing. I was just so lost in the song. *Chuckles* I know I looked stupid.

"I thought you wanted to see me dance." An announcer's voice speaks, "Tonight we are in for a special treat. It's not every day we get a Bay Area performer to perform our lap dance of the evening." A lap dance. Seriously? "Welcome to the stage, all the way from San Francisco, Scarlett Bellarina!" The song "Little Red Corvette," starts to play. At least I like the song. Closing my eyes, I pretend I'm home alone with Micah. If that man tied to the chair was Micah, what would I do, how would I approach him?

Bellamy shrugged at her, “Well I should be, I teach dance for a living.” Thea’s eyebrows furrowed together, “Really? I didn’t peg you to be a dancer.” Bellamy rolled his eyes at her, “Why? Because I’m not gay?” Thea startled at his comment, “No, of course not. I’m surprised because of your size Bellamy, I wouldn’t have thought you would be as graceful as you are…” Bellamy’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Shayla was singing and dancing along to music, her eyes glittering under the lights. One of the belly dancers comes sashaying over to me, and I watch her wide-eyed while she shakes and rolls her hips right in front of me. Shayla giggles watching me amusedly while the belly dancer leans over and brushes her hand over my cheek. I look at Shayla who smiles at the beautiful girl touching my face and slides money into her outfit. Before I could blink twice, the dancer had Shayla up and in the middle with her. I watch in awe as they dance together.

She was Sugar Vixen, the people’s favorite. “Damn, baby, you look like trouble tonight,” one of the dancers purred, smacking her ass. She smirked, twirling the little toy stethoscope. “Trouble pays good.” “Girl, they’re already chanting your name,” her dancer-friend Babe whispered, snapping her gum. “Sugar! Sugar! Sugar! You got ‘em wild.” Bella smirked. “Good. I need to sweat tonight.” , her boss stormed in—five foot five of loud, gay drama in heels.

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress.

Lara jumped up and put music on her phone. Dana immersed herself in water and gracefully glided onto the surface as the melody floated. She swayed her hips with the rhythm, becoming one with the waves. It had the grace of a belly dancer without the vulgarity, she glided like a mermaid. Kim and Lara watched with their mouths agape, even Lara didn’t know that Dana could dance.