cover her neck and rest on her shoulders. It acted as pointers to her magnificent breasts. Those breasts were encased in two golden cups that pushed them up and forward. They appeared to move independent of each other, yet were completely controlled by the dancer’s body movements. Her dark hair framed a beautiful face with ruby red lips, all this set in flawless olive skin and covered with a transparent thin silk face covering that only directed your eyes to two pools of water that served as her eyes.

The music was intoxicating, and she made full use of it to imprison your soul as she flowed like a river around the room as one silk veil after another artfully fell from her body. Her body movements created a sexual fantasy that had the audience on their feet clapping and whistling and screaming for more. Yet, while she hinted, and left little to the imagination she never exposed herself or anything vital. Many of the men tried to insert dollar bills into the waist belt of her costume, but they soon learned that this was not the thing to do as she artfully avoided contact. After a while she danced her way to Fazzi’s table, and after wiggling her hips and making flirtatious and beguiling belly movements, she asked him if he would like to join her on the stage and dance with her. Fazzi declined, but instead offered Joseph to her as a dancing partner.

Delighted to have the slim good-looking younger man instead of the older man, she took his hand, assisted him to his feet, and directed him to the stage. Feeling his reluctance, she whispered to him, “Don’t worry, you will just have to stand there while I dance around you. Just don’t move till I tell you.” She maneuvered him under a hook hanging from the ceiling and taking one of her silk scarves she quickly and loosely tied his wrists together and raised his hands to the hook, making it appear like he was hanging there. She danced around him like he was her captive. She made it appear that she was torturing him with her sexual charms.

She rubbed her body against Joseph’s squirming form, bringing hoots and hollers from the audience. She ended up swaying her body before him and moving to press her gyrating ass against his cock and she whispered, “bring your arms down around me---NOW!”

Joseph lowed his arms encasing her body. The lights went out as she slipped out from his arms and the lights came back on with her standing beside him bowing to a cheering audience and telling him to take a bow also. She returned him to the table and thanked him for helping her. Fazzi then asked her to join them for a drink after she had freshened up. She said she would be pleased to, but only for a short while. She then left to return backstage and walked through the cheering crowd to the rear of the cafe.

“You did very well my friend,” Fazzi said with Richard agreeing. “There was not a man here that did not envy you.”

“It was rather fun and someday I might want to learn to dance like that.” Joseph said. “She is really something. Do all Arab women know how to dance like that?”

“Some Arab fathers insist that their daughters learn to dance like that, just like American fathers have been know to insist their daughters learn ballet or the