The dancing girl from Cairo
When Kira arrived at the Cairo airport, she was somewhat like a young girl at a debutante ball : usually she travels wearing Indian clothes, most frequently a saree. She flies in first class under her name ok Kira Chowdhury-Singh, the wife of a member of the government of the Indian Republic and she is often accompanied by Kyrhan, her Indian husband. This time it was different, she is flying on economy class with Dan, her French husband, she is using her French passport with her name of Keyrah F and she is wearing a quite simple white cotton dress. Kyrhan would join them at Cairo but nobody should know that she is his wife. She will be there incognito!
Kira had given in on both her husbands' insisting pressures to enter an international belly dancing contest in Cairo. She would perform before several hundred people, wearing very revealing clothes. Such a behavior would be conceivable for the wife of a scientist from France, a country renowned in the world for its permissivity for women but the wife of an Indian top ranking official just could not enter such a contest without provoking uproar and scandal in the India news.
During the flight, Kira had explained Dan that modern belly dancing is a far fetched gift of French Emperor Napoleon. Before the conquest of Egypt by the French army, belly dancing was a renowned art performed by women for women in the secret of the private houses of rich families. Men were never allowed to watch these dances. The French troops when on leave wanted to discover these exotic marvels but the best known dancers, obedient muslim women, just faded away into hiding. The local gipsy women who did not face the same religious interdictions took the job.
The result was that belly dancing became better known but the performers dancing for male spectators, scantily clad in transparent veils, were seen as the lowest sluts. The number of performing belly dancers then plummeted down slowly in Egypt until belly dancing became a fad for westerner women. A few of them even became dancers in Arabic countries while the number of performing belly dancers in the world soared to unprecedented levels.
Kira found the waiting lines at the customs control so boring. Traveling with Kyrhan as a VIP had its advantages, after all. Their first day was allotted to rest for Kira in preparation for the next day performances. They just made a short visit to the Pyramids of Gizeh and the Khan El-Khalili, the Turkish bazaar where Kira wanted to buy a few belly dancing outfits. The traffic in the town was as usual terrific with drivers using aplenty their horns for any reason. Kira was glad to come back to their hotel.
For the dinner, Kyrhan had organized a party for Egyptian businessmen. Dan had been invited and Kira would dance for Kyrhan's guests, a good rehearsal for her, a treat for the guests and a pleasure for Kyrhan and Dan.
Kira appeared for her first dance completely hidden under her dance veil. Slowly, she let the veil slide down undulating with the music. The top of her head appeared and her heavy make up with mascara and khol was revealed. Her eyes were superbly featured and drew gasps of admiration. Her veil began to swirl around her, drawing attention successively to her breasts offered to the view by a yellow richly embroidered push up bra with swirling tassels hanging from the tip of her breasts, her sensual tummy and finally her richly decorated belt. The guests' mouths went dry when Kira made horizontal loops with her breasts while her belly remained totally still or oppositely when her hips swayed at a very fast rhythm while her breasts remained as still as if they had been carved in marble. When she finished her dance, Kyrhan applauded and the guests followed his lead. He made her take a seat at his table while she regained her breath. It was after all the privilege of the organizer of the party and no one would object to it.
- A very fine dance, for sure, Kira!
- I'm glad that you appreciated it, Prince. I will dance five times more this evening every half an hour or so when you give me the signal.
- Perfect. I hope that the other dances will be of the same perfection.
Kira had a tremendous reaction from the spectators when she made the dance of the saber with a rather heavy curved scimitar poised on her head, on her shoulder or directly on her breasts while she danced. The scimitar never moved while she executed rapid shimmies with the rest of her body. But the guests were mesmerized when she began her dance with the big Isis wings that topped three feet above her head. The show ended there under a thunder of applauses. Kira saluted and went to Kyrhan to wish him a good night.
- Thank you, Kira. I hope that you will win a prize tomorrow. I will come to attend the show and especially your presentation.
- You are so kind, Prince. Whatever the result, my husband Dan is organizing a small private party of his own at his hotel. Would you be so kind to join us there after the distribution of prizes, whatever the result for me.
- It will be my pleasure.
Dan had to soothe the distraught Kira to let her find sleep. She had been enthralled to dance before Kyrhan's guests and even more so by their feverish applauses.
The pageant had around one hundred and fifty contestants. They were divided into pools of ten dancers, the two best were selected for the next round. They had to present three different dances. Kyrhan had not told Kira that he had been appointed as one of the judges of the pageant. She dedicated in her mind her dances to him. On the first round, Kira received the best result of her pool. At the end, there were only thirty dancers left.
The second pool was, as could be expected, of a much higher level. Kira presented the dance of the scimitar that had been applauded so loudly the last evening and a dance with a cane that she made twirl around her, amazingly fast, in tune with a rapid dance music. That dance must have pleased the judges as she was selected for the last round. They were only six dancers left, two of them being members of the Belly Dance Superstars group, the world best known troop.
The tension was at its maximum but the dancers were weary after two warming sessions, six dances and more and more select opposition. Kyrhan watched avidly the dances of Kira. During a pause between dances, his gaze swept the audience and caught two faces he knew so well : Sabrina, the American wife Kira had met and had convinced to offer herself to Kyrhan for breeding a year before with her husband's agreement and Leena, the wife of Kyrhan's closest English friend he had also bred at the same time.
There was in his study an enlargement of himself seated with Kira standing to his right and behind them Leena, Sabrina, the Australian Preeti, Ranu and even Swapna, each one with her belly bulging with one or two babies ready to be delivered, all of them his. The women were beaming to the photographer, their hands clutched to their distended bellies, just to show off for the picture. They were all wearing richly embroidered sarees and bristling with olf jewels The photo could be compared with those taken in the harem of his ancestors and Kyrhan was tremendously proud of it.
When Kyrhan looked again, Sabrina and Leena had disappeared. He may have dreamed. Kira's performance had been breath taking. She was wearing a new red outfit that looked like flames devouring her breasts and her belly. Her jewels were real rubies, the biggest adorning her forehead in a slightly more Indian than Arabic way. She had danced with the Isis wings, alternating ample sweeps of the wings with episodes with the wings extended behind her in more hieratic poses. Unfortunately for Kira, another contestant was Amar Gamal, the star of the Belly dance Superstars. She delivered a fantastic dance that let every one with their mouths gaping open, even Kira herself. She would have to work very hard to match that level of control of her own body.
Dan tried to comfort her for a mere second place in this very high level contest. Amar Gamal whispered to her that she could find a place in their troop if she cared for it. That was the best comfort she would have hoped for even though she had to decline the proposal. Kyrhan had probably exerted his diplomatic talents as it was him who presented to Kira the awards she had won : a silver plated statue of a performing belly dancer with Isis wings and a five thousand dollars check. Dan had been appointed to carry the awards that Kyrhan took and offered to Kira. It was typical of Kyrhan to use Dan as his personal servant in such public occasions and equally typical of Dan to comply with a big smile.
Kyrhan arrived at their hotel one hour after Dan and Kira. The reception sent him to the honeymoon suite where he was expected. When he entered the room where Kira was waiting, the light went off. He stopped for an instant and saw a male form looking like Dan igniting a good number of big red candles. All around the room, thick red drapes were hanging like in a fairy tale palace. He rubbed at his eyes in disbelief because there stood a beautiful vixen, in a place where he would never have expected to find such a vision. She was wearing the dancer outfit with which she had won the second prize at the contest. She could have just jumped from an Aladdin and Jasmine film. She was wearing a face veil, so thin that he could see all the details of her full, luscious mouth and her big loving smile. The veil just drew attention to her heavily accented with kohl eyes, just above the veil.
