The belly dancing babe. (Closed for pregfet2009.)

[Ravenloft]

Sam Kalil was waiting for his last client of the day, a Michel Sandland who had been requesting private lessons with him for months and had even paid in advance. She was cutting it close, her appointment was in less than five minutes and he was growing impatient. It was probably traffic, but still, he was getting antsy, waiting. He went into a short routine to center himself as he waited. She walked in just as he was finishing his dance. He watched her through the mirrors lining the far wall of his studio as she rushed in with a duffle bag, muttering an appology.

He turned and put up a hand to hush her, not wanting to hear excuses. He continued to dance, approaching her with slow, fluid movements, like a snake, inviting her near with his eyes, looking her over as he did. Immediately, he noticed her soft smile and gentle eyes as she stood to look him over as well. The music ended as he took one knee, striking one final pose in front of her, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Welcome, Miss Sandland, to the Kalil school of belly dance!" He rose to his feet and took her hand in his, giving it a soft kiss. "I trust you are ready to learn?"

 

[pregfet2009]

Michel comes in, wearing a pair of yoga pants, and a sports bra, her flat midsection exposed.
"Yes, I'm ready to begin." She says, looking him in the eyes.

 

[Ravenloft]

Sam noticed how skinny Michel was, she clearly had the gracefulness born right into her for dance, but not the body... not yet. "First, let me say that I see a gentleness in your eyes and a gracefulness in the way you move... I can make you a star... but..." he placed a light hand on her flat stomach and circled around behind her to whisper in her ear. "You have no belly to dance with... yet. Are you perhaps willing to change that?" He asked, pressing firmly against her back, testing her to see how comfortable she was with having him so close. He wouldn't be able to teach her effectively if she wasn't comfortable being touched in intimate ways. After all, belly dance was all about intimate seduction.

 

[pregfet2009]

"What do you mean, not have the belly to dance with?"Michel says, her breath hitching at Sam's large hand pulling her closer to him.

 

[Ravenloft]

"I mean, my dear, you need to eat more, you are far too skinny for this sort of dance, but you have great potential. You just need to be filled out a bit, give yourself some definition, some curves. Allow me to take you to dinner tonight, and we can discuss putting you on a diet that will help accentuate your curves." He noticed the hitch in her breath as he pulled her firmly against his body. "Does this bother you?" He asked, his breath warming her ear. "You will have to get used to this sort of intimate closeness if you want me to teach you. I hope you understand. Belly dance is a very..." he traced his free hand from her hip to her shoulder, never letting go of her flat stomach. "Sensual art." He was carefully gauging her reaction, if she couldn't handle this he wouldn't be able to teach her.

 

[pregfet2009]

"Oh. Yes. Dinner would be lovely." Michel starts. "I'm used to being close to another dancer, like this, just not one who is as handsome as you." Michel slightly rambles. Her skin warming and tingling as Sam's hand glides over.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Very well, where would you like to go? Keep in mind, the sky's the limit." Sam replied, particularly pleased with the way she said lovely. He chuckled softly as she noted how handsome he was. "Careful, flattery will get you everywhere, my dear." His finger tips edged along the hem of her yoga pants as he caressed her bare belly, flat as it might be, her skin was still soft and smooth, a real delight to touch. He breathed in the scent of her hair, almost losing himself in the moment before he stepped back, releasing her from his embrace.

"You were quite insistent in your emails that I consider taking you on as a private student. I have to admit, I do admire your drive, I hope your dedication to the art is a match." He strode over to the cd player and pressed play. "Before we go to dinner, I would like you to show me what you can do so far, Miss Sandland." He turned as the music started, giving her a wave of his hand, inviting her to dance for him. He gave her no further instructions, he wanted to see how she handled being put on the spot, if she could improvise, or if she had some set routine ready for him. Either way, as long as she did something other than stand there, she would not fail.

 

[pregfet2009]

"I believe I'll let you choose where, this time, considering you are the professional." She says, laughing softly. "Dedication has been drilled in my subconscious, my entire life." She listens to the music Sam has chosen. Her head bobs in the rhythm of the song. She moves fluidly, giving it more of a Latin flair. The song ends, and Michel hasn't even broken a sweat.

 

[Ravenloft]

"I know just the place, Ashari Lagoon, it's this little oriental restaurant with a water channel that runs past every table and they send a variety of dishes around on little wooden boats for you to pick from. Very atmospheric, I think you'll love it. You like Asian food, I hope." He suggested as he stroked his whiskered chin in thought.

"Good, you're going to need that kind of dedication with me if I am to make you a star quality belly dancer. I hope you are ready for it, because you're life is about to change, I think." He smiled deeply, pleased with her performance. "You are very fluid and you make good use of your hands. I'll teach you more of how you can use just your hands to seduce an audience. A Latin dance flair, I see, can you tell me why you chose to use that style?" Again, there was no wrong answer, it would just help him to understand her better and therefore be able to teach her better.

"I am impressed, you haven't even broke a sweat yet." He clapped for her, walking over to her, offering her a hand. "You certainly have the stamina, I see. Where did you learn Latin dance? How many styles do you know, for that matter. At first glance I honestly thought you might have been trained in ballet, with your poise and composure. It is an elegant, even beautiful style, and would explain your strength of dedication."

He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her to his side. "Let's go eat, I'm starving, how about you?" He hoped that if she did have a background in ballet, like he suspected, that it hadn't damaged her appetite, or worse, caused her to develop some sort of eating disorder, like so many ballerinas do, to keep their figures so petite. He needed her to flesh herself out for him so that she had something to show off.

 

[pregfet2009]

"I love Asian food." Michel says, both of them heading out.
"Ballet was the first dancing lesson that I started, at a young age. After I turned 10, or so, I quit ballet, because it was getting too focused on being the smallest. I wanted to be healthy."

 

[Ravenloft]

"Good, then you're in for a real treat, Ashari Lagoon never makes the same dish twice in a day and the chefs are always coming up with more and more creative presentations. Once I saw a sushi plate made up to look like a mermaid of all things." Sam laughed as he discribed the dish to her. "You can always special order something too though, but I like the thrill of trying new and different things, how about you?"

"I see, and was it your choice, ballet? Or was it just what your parents wanted you to practice? I think you made the right choice, I'd hate to think what would have become of you if you stayed on that path, you're so skinny as it is... I mean no disrespect, of course, but, quite frankly, you could use to gain a little weight. I hope you're not offended." With a few extra pounds to fill in her curves, she would be quite the sight. He took her to his car, a sporty red number, with a luxury interior. He was clearly a man with expensive tastes. "Do you like it?" He asked, opening her door for her.

 

[pregfet2009]

"After I left ballet, I started tap dancing, then into more ballroom dancing, with merengue, and Latin dancing. I took a break from competitions, and I went to a Moroccan restaurant, and they had belly dancers. That's why I emailed. Listening to the music, and everything, it pushed me back into the studio. I love it. I want to learn more. But, ballet is my first love."

 

[Ravenloft]

"Impressive, ballet, tap, Latin dance... that is quite a well rounded repertuire you have. I am honored that you would seek me out to teach you. You are clearly a lover of dance, like myself. Tomorrow, you will have to show me more of your skills. I would love to see some of each, especially you're ballet dancing." He drove them to the Ashari Lagoon and got a seat in the back, where they could be alone.

"So, tell me a bit about your life. Are you married? Single? Any children?" He asked, pouring her a cup of steaming hot jasmine tea as the stream of wonderfully creative dishes floated past their table slowly. They each had a fancy wooden platter that looked sort of like a dock that appeared to be worked so it would allow one of the tray-like plates to slide right into it.

 

[pregfet2009]

"I'm currently single, and children? Not yet. I haven't met the right guy to have any with." Michel says, and something interesting floats close. She slides it over to her "dock" and picking it up, puts it between Sam and herself.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Good, then you will have no distractions from learning." Sam said with a smile as she made her first selection. The fact that she was single surprised him. "I don't mean to pry, but why is that? I mean, you are a very beautiful woman, there must be many men interested in your affections." He glanced over her plate. "Excellent choice, it looks delicious. Here, if I may, try it with a dab of Wasabi and some pickled ginger. It really brings out the flavor." He offered her some of each before picking a similar plate for himself. His plate was made up to look like a tank of all things.

 

[pregfet2009]

She nods, eating. "This is absolutely delicious. About my training, what will that include?" She inquires, looking over at him.

 

[Ravenloft]

"I'm glad you asked." He watched her eat for a moment before enjoying his own meal. "It will have to include food, you need to gain some weight, my dear. It will also include some intimate touch. I can't effectively teach you unless you are comfortable being close. Do you think you can handle that?" He took another bite of sushi and arched an eyebrow at her. "I can pretty much guarantee that there will no doubt be some sexual tension between us."

 

[pregfet2009]

"Of course. Strictly professional intimacy. I think I can handle it. How much weight should I gain?"

 

[Ravenloft]

"Good, I am glad you understand. I look forward to transforming you into a goddess of belly dance. You already know so much, it will be a joy working with you." He took another bite out of his tank shaped platter and set his chop sticks down, fixing his gaze on her lips. "Only enough to accentuate your curves, especially your stomach and perhaps your hips. You need something to shake, after all." He smirked, imagining her naked. It was going to be a challenge, keeping things professional with her.

 

[pregfet2009]

"So, why did you become involved with belly dancing?" Michel asks, looking for another plate.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Simple. Because it's so very sensual and the most erotic form of dance there is. Nothing makes you feel as desired as the look in the eyes of the people who watch you belly dance. Plus, it keeps me in such great shape, wouldn't you agree?" He did a little shimmy with his head, shoulders and hands all working in unison. "Why would you like to learn belly dance, miss Sandland?"

 

[pregfet2009]

"The purpose is twofold. It's mainly something I've wanted to learn, plus it is a professional skill."

 

[Ravenloft]

"I look forward to teaching you. I have the feeling you will catch on quickly. Your previous experience certainly gives you a leg up." He finished eating his first plate and started looking for a second one.

 

[pregfet2009]

"Why belly dance, Mr. Kalil? Perhaps, from your heritage?" Michel asks, still not finding anything, yet. She unintentionally lays her hand on top of Sam's.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Yes, there were some heritage strings that lead me to the dance floor, but they were not the only reasons I decided to learn. No, I wanted to be noticed. Someone who could make heads turn and eyes light up. Perhaps that is not the purest of reasons to learn, but it was an all consuming need in my heart, to be loved." He shifted his eyes down toward her hand and smiled, gently folding his other hand over hers. "You are quite lovely you know... I find mussel attracted to you." He whispered softly, drawing her hand up to his lips, fixing her with a smoldering gaze.