tickling birds

belly jewels

The young woman stood stood in front of the wide golden-trimmed oval mirror. Her tan skin shone under the bright lights of her dressing room. She applied mascara, a touch of blue eyeshadow, and a swipe of glistening pink lip gloss. Her long dark brown hair fell in perfect waves past her shoulders. It was time for her to put on her costume. She had been belly dancing for nearly five years, and she was known to most as Jameela. However, that was not her real name; Jameela was a stage name, meaning beautiful, graceful, and lovely, all words that the young woman felt described a good belly dancer. Jameela had a variety of different belly dancing costumes, but for the party she was performing at that night she wanted to wear her most colorful. The skirt was long and flowing; the upper portion of her skirt, which rested on her hips, was orange fabric that was thoroughly covered in a rainbow of large, brightly-colored, different-shaped jewels. The orange fabric resting on Jameela’s hips and thighs quickly changed to yellow, and from her mid-thigh down the airy skirt was a beautiful, light, see-through yellow. After situating the skirt on her hips, Jameela put on her bra. The bra was completely covered in the same large, shiny jewels that adorned the upper portion of her skirt, and it showed off Jameela’s soft belly. Jameela then placed the orange bracelets on her wrists, checked to see that her purple-painted nails were not chipped, and slipped on her metallic gold slippers. Finally, she stuck a round, glossy red jewel inside her deep innie navel. Jameela looked in the mirror and smiled. She had been hired to perform at a bachelor party in upper Manhattan, and she had just enough time to catch a cab. She set a long blue shawl over her shoulders, as not letting anyone see her costume until the performance was part of the mystery, and set off.

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The bachelor party Jameela had been hired to perform at was being hosted at a fancy hotel, in a room that was fairly small, but also very nice. It had a high ceiling, a dark marble floor, and ivory-colored walls. There appeared to be five round tables, set with white tablecloths, plates and silverware, food, and wine. Though Jameela had been taken immediately to wait in a side room until it was time for her to perform, from what she could tell the party was well-attended, with what looked to be around twenty - or maybe even thirty - men in attendance. The men were all wearing nice clothing; some were standing and talking with each other, while many others were sitting at the tables, sipping wine from crystal-cut glasses.

A tall, lean man with black hair and shocking blue eyes popped his head into the room and grinned at Jameela. “Hi!” he said. “I’m Evan, the best man. I’m so glad you were able to make it. Is there anything you need before you start your performance?”

“Do you have the CD player?” Jameela asked, holding in her hand the CD containing some of her best belly dancing music.

“Yes!” Evan answered cheerfully. “Right over here.” He led her over to a CD player leaning against the wall, and waited as she stuck the CD in. “Perfect! Is that all? You’re on whenever you’re ready.”

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Jameela took a deep breath and adjusted her costume, pressing down on the red jewel in her navel in an effort to ensure it would not fall out. When she stepped out into the room, nearly every head turned her way. She smiled as Evan turned on the sensual music. Then, with her chin slightly raised, her back held straight, and her arms lifted in the air, Jameela began to dance. She sashayed slowly across the room, swinging her hips. Jameela danced her way over to the first table, where four men were sitting with their eyes on her belly. Standing directly in front of a man in a dark blue suit, she did a belly flutter.

Taking her time, Jameela danced her way around the table, stopping in front of each of the men and doing a few hip drops and belly rolls before moving onto the next man. After spending a few minutes at the first table Jameela danced over to the next round table, swaying her shoulders and shimmying. The table had a few more men sitting at it, all of whom were gazing at her undulating belly. Smiling, Jameela sashayed up to an older gentleman and rolled her belly, twisting in a slow circle as she did so.