Nor are the contents of this story intended to reflectadversely on the gentle art of belly dancing.
Melons
by Ra-Chell
Jarod bounded up the long narrow stair case to the middleeastern night club on the second floor and was quickly escorted to a tablein front of the dance floor. The dim smokey room was filled with peoplein evening attire, a sharp contrast to Jarod's black t-shirt & pants.
Excitement began to build as the band started to play.The figure of a woman dressed in red blurred past him leaving the scentof perfume in her wake. She danced around the small perimeter of the stage,mysterious, yet familar. Turning towards Jarod, her full red lips smiledmischeviouly at him, her smokey blue eyes met his and seemed to say ,
I've been waiting for you, Jarod. I have somethingto show you, something you won't want to miss.
She stopped in front of him, reached behind her head andpulled her thick dark hair up, her hips keeping rhythm with the music.A red veil wrapped about her body, sheer enough to hint at bare skin &gold beads, opaque enough to bar a clear view. She turned as if tellinghim he had looked enough, danced away, her legs and feet playing hide andseek amoung the red folds of her full skirt.
The music slowed, the dancer posed center stage , bodynow undulating, hands floating in the air.
Slowy, she began to turn, loosening one end of her veil.She stopped in front of him, her smokey blue eyes laughed over the topof the veil she held in front of her face.
Not so quick, Jarod. This time you have to wait .
She turned , the veil wrapped itself back around her,hiding her once again as she stood undulating.
Several spins in the opposite direction, the dancer unwrappedthe veil, freeing both ends. Now she hid behind the out streached veil,her body tracing a figure eight, hips in slow controlled chase of her upperbody.
Like us ,Jarod. Just like us.
She started spining, spreading the veil behind her likea cloud at sunset. She came to a stop in front of him, pulling the veilcompletely behind her, her body moving to the music. His eyes wandereddown , her breasts were like two large perfect melons restrained by a goldbeaded bra. He followed the narrow valley between her breasts to a clusterof beaded fringe that licked at her navel. His eyes continued followingthe curves of her body coming to rest on the gold beaded belt encirclingher hips, the beaded fringe spreading itself over top of her skirt.
Do you like what you see?
Her eyes seemed to laugh as she threw her veil aroundhim, holding it up shoulder height, creating a secert place to hide him.The beaded fringe that reached her navel now began to dance and vibrate,her abdominal muscles fluttering like a butterfly's wings, her body moistfrom dancing. She seem to laugh at his amazement of her control.
You should know by now, the one thing I like most iscontrol. Why are you so surprised?
The veil dropped around his shoulders like a shawl asthe tempo of the music changed. Until now her dance had been solely forhim. Like an unfaithful lover flirting shamelessly, she stood next to thedrummer, one hand on her forehead, the other framing her hips moving inperfect rythym with the drum.
He wanted to pull her away , to hide her from the drummer'seyes focused on her hips, to wipe the smile from the drummer's lips. Theduet between drummer and dancer continued. The tempo began to change, becomingfaster, her hips now shimmied, her damp hair clung to her face and neck.Her shimmies became faster, almost a vibration and suddenly the duet ended.
The music started once again to a much slower tempo. Shereturned her attention to him. Dancing toward him, she grasped the endsof the veil in her hands raising it shoulder height, enveloping him fora second time. Jarod closed his eyes breathing in her scent, perfume mixedwith perspiration. He heard her calling his name over and over each timea little louder. He felt her hand brush against his forehead.
"Jarod!"
His eyes flew open. A concerned Miss Parker leaned overhim dressed in her usual corporate attire, her hand covered with blood,her damp hair clinging to her face and neck.
"Jarod, are you allright?"
He remembered Miss Parker and company chasing him , turningto look over his shoulder after seeking refuge in the middle eastern marketand some one or something catching his foot, tripping him. The floor comingup to greet his face was also a vivid memory. His body ached, his facefelt swollen and cut.
Slowly he shook his head, indicating he was not too badlydamaged. His hands were cuffed and Sam pulled him to his feet. As he triedto get his bearings, he found it amusing as Miss Parker tried to deal withSydney who insisted Jarod be taken to the emergency room. Over the backgroundof middle eastern music a small middle aged man was very vocal about thedisruption her party had caused in his store.
As Miss Parker grabbed his arm and began to propell himtowards the door, he saw her ally, a wooden pallet which supported a largecardboard container overflowing with large round melons. They were almostas perfect as Miss Parker's .....
"What's so funny Wonder boy?"
"Miss Parker now that you have caught me, you'll needa new hobby. Have you ever considered belly dancing?"
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