“I think the belly dancer tonight, Cindy.”
The blonde smiled wide as a blush crept into her cheeks. “And what a belly you have to show off.”
She then turned to pull the costume from the rack. Hanging it beside the mirror, she set to work styling Vanessa’s hair and adding some makeup. Pulling out a large jug, she came to the most important part: applying some of the cream to soothe Vanessa’s stretched skin across her stomach as well as adding some shine. This Cindy did with gusto, her fingers roaming the vast swell and working the cream in for far longer than she needed to. Vanessa didn’t mind, not at all. Her mind drifted and soon she was thinking of the bikini woman from the beach being the one crouched down beneath her simmering gut and working her fingers through the mass.
With more than a little regret on both their parts, Cindy finished and put the jug back. She then helped Vanessa strip off her clothes and helped her into the costume. The shimmering silks and golden chains made quite the spectacle, highlighting each of Vanessa’s curves. She noted that the top was starting to get a bit tight even with her recent milking and let Cindy know. The blonde agreed with a bit of excitement before promising to pass word along as well as inform about the costume choice.
Left alone at that point, Vanessa gulped down the rest of her burger and fries. She was licking her fingers clean when another of the girls came around to her that it was almost time. Forcing herself to her feet, Vanessa proceeded through the backstage. She was almost at the center curtain when shouting broke above the music.
Retracing her slow steps, she found Vivian and Sandra deep in an argument. Vivian, a bottom heavy platinum-blonde, was accusing Sandra of stealing snacks from Vivian’s stash. The ginger haired apple shaped Sandra denied that while also blaming Vivian of using up Sandra’s fragrances. Vanessa had some concern that the fight might come to blows before short stack Asian Xia walked in at that moment. She was scarfing down one of Vivian’s missing bags of chips and smelling of Sandra’s perfume, unaware of what she walked into. Both turned their anger onto her.
Vanessa didn’t get to see the outcome due to her being announced up front. She managed to get back to the curtain by the time the middle-eastern style music started. Stepping through the curtain with silks and chains swirling, wild cheers, whistles, and shouts of adoration greeted her. So many eyes in the audience and all of them focused on her. Vanessa had never felt as alive as she did when she was on that stage. Her stomach wiggled and slapped atop her thighs with every motion, while the rest of her body swayed in time. Added to that, was the activity from within, her daughters adding to the show.
As she reached the end of the stage, she turned to give the audience a great view of her rump as she shook it to and fro. The distraction this provided allowed her a chance to remove the confining top and toss it back towards the curtain. The noise grew louder as she whirled around again, the veil about her arms dancing through the air to provide fleeting glimpses of her engorged breasts. Her skirt soon followed so that she was clad only in the sparkling chains and the ever dancing veil. The audience grew half made at that, crowding tight against the stage and sending bills flying to land upon the stage.
Through the shower of money, Vanessa’s eyes caught on someone sitting in a booth half hidden in the dim lighting. It was the woman from the beach, Vanessa was sure of it. Her friends were there as well, adding to the tumult as they cheered Vanessa on. The one that drew Vanessa’s eye was quiet however, and all the more distinctive for it. She sat back in the booth, nibbling on her a finger. Her glittering eyes bored into each and every inch of Vanessa’s fruitful body.
So distracted by the other, Vanessa ended up misstepping and falling to the stage. Her stomach hit the surface with a loud smack that almost drowned out the wave of moans that radiated out through the crowd. Beach girl almost jumped to her feet at the impact. Vanessa managed to recover soon enough, working her way back to her feet to end her show in a decent if not satisfactory manner.
She retreated backstage afterwards, waving off the concern from the other women. She had to get back out there and see that woman again, she wasn’t going to pass up a second chance like this.
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