Chapter 1
Slowly, sensuously, the tan, lithe girl undulated her flawless body to the suggestive cadences of the insinuating music flowing from the twin speakers of the expensive stereo. Her eyes were a deep, dark, mysterious brown and her luscious lips a shade of red as deep as blood. The scanty bikini she was wearing bared her flawless shoulders and displayed the full, ripe melons of her breasts to seductive advantage. Her torso tapered to the blatant, flaring femininity of her waist, where the tiny, tight, shallow crater of her nude navel moved in inviting rhythm to the beat of the suggestive music. The white bikini panties encapturing the womanly swells of her thighs stood out in stark contrast against her tan, fine, young flesh. The fluffy, fleecy tufts of her pubic hair could be seen beneath the white, silky garment of her bikini panties.
Dee Williams was a superb specimen of femininity. She was nineteen and her ripe young body was ablaze with the unmistakable signs of budding womanhood. She was practicing a hobby she had taken up two months ago: belly dancing. Her husband, Sam was away all day and busy at the office until late in the evening. While the ultra-modern house that Dee and Sam lived in about thirty miles on the outskirts of Los Angeles was an enjoyable place to live, Dee had become bored with the long afternoons. A friend of hers had told her about a belly dancing class at one of the local junior colleges and she had enrolled. Dee's progress had been swift and thorough, and Dee's teacher was amazed at the agility and cat-like grace with which the voluptuous teenager had controlled her supple young body.
Slowly, sinuously, Dee turned the firm, rounded swells of her cheeky buttocks towards the mirror as she sensuously undulated her scantily clothed body to the primitive cadences of the Mediterranean music. The dark, fleshy cleft of her bottom was just barely visible beneath the formfitting garment of her panties.
Suddenly the phone rang and Dee trotted eagerly to the kitchen to answer it.
"Hello, hon?" questioned Sam's deep voice.
"Yes, how's work?" Dee replied.
"Oh, just fine! Making lots of money. Watcha doing?"
"Oh, just practicing my belly dancing."
"You're getting pretty good at that, aren't you?" Sam asked.
"Oh, I'm O.K.," Dee replied modestly.
"Well, honey," Sam replied, "I happen to think you're pretty good! So good in fact, that I've been telling quite a few people about it!"
"Oh, really?"
"Well, you know how it is in the real estate business," Sam said. "You meet lots of people! I just met a fellow named Walt Dougman. He deals in restaurants and dinner clubs and he's just bought a new Middle Eastern cuisine place about twenty miles outside of L.A. called The Casbah. And guess what ... they're looking for some very talented girls to belly dance for their after hours club!"
"Hmmmm...." Dee said. "Sounds interesting, but well, just what kind of a place is it, hon? I wouldn't want to get mixed up in any kind of place that wasn't, well, you know ... respectable. I mean I wouldn't want to be doing any striptease or anything like that."
"Oh, honey," Sam said, "Walt Dougman is one of the most respected and wealthiest men in town. He's strictly on the up and up. His clientele are all very wealthy and upper class citizens. Besides ... it would really help my career ... just think of all the influential people I would meet through you!"
"Well!" Dee said, "I'll give it a try."
"Great!" Sam said. "Walt said if you were interested to stop in at The Casbah tonight around ten o'clock for auditions. I won't be home until about twelve o'clock anyway."
"O.K.," Dee said. "Sounds great, just give me the directions and I'll give it a try."