Loel's Choice

As the applause died down and the audience retook their seats, the music changed; still heavy on percussion but more ethnic, less bass pedal and more tambour. The electric guitar became more sitar and top hat cymbal became finger chimes. Loel began her dance. She moved in a sensual, exaggerated way; belly dancing desert style; stamping her boots and moving her hips in deep scooping pelvic undulations Shoulders inviting the watchers in, shimmying breasts offering the promises of the flesh. Interspersed with this skilled display of traditional moves were the deep squats and pelvic thrusts of contemporary stripping. Loel slowly bumped and ground her hips, spreading her thighs with wandering hands. Her long fingers very obviously explored her secrets beneath the silk scraps. As the dance progressed, scarves fluttered from Loel's fingers to float in the air, catching the light like gossamer on the breeze. With each scarf discarded Loel displayed more of her hard dancers body. She had perfectly formed breasts, high and hard with dark aureole, wide against her dusky skin. In profile, each nipple was very erect, betraying much of her pleasure in the dance."As you say, my Queen." Loel was very careful in these conversations. The Queen could be quick to anger and her anger usually had painful results. Loel would bear many scars from her teens if her body had been any less regenerative."I understand your needs Loel, but they must not interfere with your duty." The Queen's words moved Loel to laughter, which she managed to stifle. Damn right the whore bitch understood all about human men. The Queen had fucked most creatures with a pulse and there were rumours about more exotic tastes. Loel managed to respond without smiling."My Queen is most understanding."Conlan kicked at his bed sheets and turned over yet again. He peered at the bedside clock; it displayed three thirty, the lowest point of the night. He had been unable to sleep since his experience at the Assuan Club two nights ag