Finally, after years of practicing belly dancing, I booked my very first belly dancing session! I had been attending belly dance classes for about 8 years now, making me good enough to book some gigs for parties and events. I received a call a couple days ago from a man. He was really nice and excited about having me belly dance for his party during this upcoming weekend. He told me that his name was Royce, and he said that he didn't think he'd find such a young and hot belly dancing teenager on craigslist, but I let him know that I was actually 23 years old. He then said that my navel looked delicious and he couldn't wait to see it dance for him. I blushed, not knowing what to make of the comment. I just said thank you, then we hung up.
I arrived at the given address about 5 minutes early. I was supposed to be at the apartment of Royce at 10 o'clock at night, which I hadn't thought until that moment to be oddly late for a belly dance gig. I was also surprised to note that this apartment was in the middle of a really poor, crime-ridden neighborhood, known for gang violence and a majority of African-American residents. I briefly thought back to the previous night when my fiance Jack had offered to escort me to my gig, but I said that I would be okay to go alone. I looked down at my own revealing attire, made up of various belly dancer silks. Although I looked myself over in the mirror before leaving my house that night, I blushed at how cute I looked. My well-endowed breasts were barely covered by a simple red silk bralette and a pair of matching poofy red translucent pants that sat low on my wide hips. I was also wearing a really expensive gold belly chain that sat a couple inches below my navel. I even took the liberty of sprinkling a bit of gold glitter on both my cheeks and my belly, which combined with my smokey mascara to enhance my already unbelievable beauty. With the rest of my lightly tanned skin on display, I literally stopped traffick a few times with cars actually stopping and guys catcalling me from their windows. I just walked on, trying my best to pretend I didn't hear them.
After entering the apartment complex, I walked up a flight of stairs until I reached the floor with Royce's room. I approached the door with his room number, knocked on the door, and waited for somebody to answer. As I waited, I looked around the apartment corridor, noticing how bad it looked, with paint peeling off from the walls, a lot of noises coming from other apartments that sounded like domestic abuse, and even some children getting slapped by their ghetto-sounding parents. Even on the way up to the floor I was waiting on, I had saw that one of the floors was blocked off by police tape for, what I saw to be, the aftermath of a shootout of some sort. As I continued to wait for Royce's door to open, I smelt what I believed to be drugs in the air, coming from various rooms on the apartment level I was in, making it very obvious that there was a lot of illegal activity going on in this building, which made me feel a sudden breeze on my bare midriff. I felt nervous and had my arms crossed in front of my belly, thinking I might appear out of place to any possibly gazing neighbors. Finally, after a few more minutes of waiting, a large black man opened the door. He was probably in his late 40's or mid 50's and was completely bald. He was very overweight and wore plaid lounging pants and a greasy white wife beater.
I quickly straightened myself up and put my arms behind my back, trying to stand cutely. I started stretching my belly a little so as to give him a quick tease before the start of my gig. He looked me up and down, with his gaze lingering on my bare midriff. I looked down away from his large, dark brown eyes and blushed. I asked if he was Royce, to which he said "Oh yeah, baby". As I returned to looking up at him again, he was still obviously staring at my belly, and I even saw him lick his lips. He then said "Wow, you look very nice, baby! Almost like a genie. I'll probably pay you extra if you refer to me as Master."
I realized that I might have spoken to him too softly, and yet, not wanting to be too pushy on my first belly dance gig, I continued my very weak, feminine tone with him. I blushed some more and giggled at his comments.
"Thank you" I said with a smile. "Where would you like me to perform?"
He gave me a smirk and told- not asked- me to follow him inside the apartment. Royce continued to stare at my glittering belly even as I entered the apartment. I then let out a very faint, barely noticable gasp as I felt him put his arm around my waist, having his hand rest on my bare hip as I walked down the hallway. Royce quickly reached behind us and locked the door shut with what I heard to be various locks and even bolts. As we reached the last door on the left of the seemingly endless hallway, we walked into a room with a bunch of older black men sitting around drinking in long shirts and ill-fitting jeans or shorts that sagged to reveal their underwear. There was probably about 8 men in total, but with all their matching tattoos and pictures on the walls depicting them with guns and what appeared to be narcotics, I realized that they might have been part of some sort of gang. I grew extremely nervous, but tried really hard to push these thoughts out of my mind.
The group of men looked over at me as I walked into the room, immediately catcalling me and yelling in excitement. One of them yelled out "The belly dancer has arrived!" and another responded "You mean, our little belly bitch!" I pretended not to hear their comments and turned to them as soon as I found an area of the room with enough space for my belly dance. I gave them all a big smile and, without saying anything, let them know that I was ready to begin. I had both my arms behind my back and I was twisting nervously as I smiled and waited for Royce to put on some music. As I waited, a very old-looking guy looked me up and down, with his eyes stopping at my belly button. He then licked his lips and growled "Goddamn, you are one fine-FINE looking piece of white ass, honey! I never done seen a white girl as thick as you, girl!"
I was now extremely creeped out by the comments of that old man, who was old enough to be my grandpa, but not wanting to ruin my first gig, I smiled at him and replied with an innocent "thank you". Royce then finally turned on a very expensive looking stereo, which looked almost too good for the rest of the apartment, as if it was stolen, before allowing me to begin my dance.
"Whenever you're ready, baby. Everybody here is eager to see you dance."
Nervously, I nodded at him to let him know that I appreciated his activating of the music. Everyone had their eyes on me and Royce stood back by the stereo. I stood in my starting position while having my eyes closed. I pointed my head down due to my nervousness, but I took a deep breath and started belly dancing. I wiggled and swayed my hips and fluttered my belly, stretching and wiggling my caucasian belly right in front of this group of black, dark-skinned men. I then opened my eyes briefly to see that my navel knot was poking in and out as I danced. My innocent, glittering belly curved in and out erotically as I danced. I had my eyes closed for most of the dance just out of being so nervous.
