A dance of beauty part one

This is a breast inflating story, if you don't like it please turn back now.


"So this is the place, huh?" The cold Washington wind blew through Mark's jean blue jacket. He stood in front of a two story high building downtown on a cold winter night. Mark was a collage student with a good paying job (about 25 dollars an hour) lived in his collage apartment and was 23 years old. The tall man at the door looked at Mark and let him pass, compared to the 6'7 man Mark looked like a midget at only 5'3. As he entered the building he saw several other guys from his collage, they waved to him and Mark gladly sat down with them.
"I see you came after all mark! What a surprise, you're normally at work or something." The man on the far right said, he was a little taller than Mark at 5'6 with brown eyes which met mark's green eyes.
"I know; he's always busy! What's been going on?" in all four of the men's hands were large cups of what seemed to be beer.
"I guess I've been studying too much and work as been crazy lately but now I'm off for about… one, two months? Best part is: I'm being paid for it." Mark's smile spread cross his face and almost fell of his face, it was so big, "Hey!" mark waved his hand; "can you get me some lemonade?" mark didn't enjoy the feeling of beer or getting drunk so he stuck to what he liked. "So, you guys said that this was a great way to take of stress? Is there a show or something?" Mark then looked at where they were located; a large room with at least one hundred other tables and four matching chairs at each table. Almost every chair was occupied by a guy. At the very front of the stage was a large red curtain and speakers covered each corner of the room.
"Please tell me this isn't some kind of strip show..." Mark's voice almost sounded as if he had died on the inside but the other three shook their heads.
"Nope. This isn't a strip show and since we're almost dead center of it all we have the best seat in the house!" now it was the other guy's smiles to stretch out from ear to ear.

Mark sighed and looked to the stage, the red curtains were slowly moving apart from each other. From what Mark could see there was no way this could a strip show.
"Why don't you like strip shows anyways?" asked the man before, his name was Frank.
Mark turn to Frank with an uneasy look, "because I want to keep my mind clean until I finish collage ok? Besides, those strippers only do it for the money and your so drunk you don't even know your throwing at least one thousand dollars at them a night. So I just think it's a waste of money." As he explained this, he closed his eyes and shrugged. The other three then burst out laughing as if Mark was joking.
"What's so funny?" Mark's tone of voice became that of a grade school teacher disciplining her children. But now all eyes of the three men turned to the stage, some music from the speakers started to blast out, the music sounded something that one could easily dance to. The sounds itself sounded some what from. Arabic. Mark then gave up talking to the men and turned his attention to the stage; there stood a woman in a green face veil with a low cut top and a 'skirt' that went from her waist to the floor but didn't cover her legs. Then as the music got a little louder she started to move: she turned to the side and the green skirt flew, with it reviling a thong, then she turned and started to do odd motions.
"A… belly dance?" Mark's face was red and his voice started to stammer from the shock, yet beauty of this dance. "You have to be kidding me right?"
"If we asked you here do you think it's a joke?" Frank asked, his head nor eyes never left the stage. Mark had now gotten use to the loud music and was able to hear his 'friends,' he wanted to smack them but he thought he'd give it a try.

After two hours the clock had struck nine. Mark looked around and saw that almost nobody had moved from any table, not even for the bathroom.
"Wow, it's like they're plants or something. Anyways I'm going to go home now; it was nice seeing you guys again." Mark stood up and turned around as he spoke but then his shirt was grabbed by frank.
"Just stay for one more dancer man, there is one more and then we can go home. She's the last one and everyone's favourite dancer of them all." Frank stated though half his words were garbled up because of all the beer he had. Mark was hesitant but sat down back in his seat and watched the stage. Fog filled the stage and started to spill onto the crowd in the font row. The lights turned off and turned back on and in the middle of the stage stood a 5'8 girl. The music started to play and several "woos!" came from the crowd. The girl then started to dance, but something wasn't right about her, mainly her violet skin. A small tiara was on her forehead with a ruby in the middle of her forehead placed gently under her purple hair. The girl's hair was long and went all the way down to her mid-back, and right on top of her head was two fox like ears, the outside the same color as her hair and the inside of the ears were a black. Then as the girl continued to dance her E cup breasts started to bounce around as if they were large water balloons stuck into a black brassiere. The brassiere only held onto her breasts and wrapped around to her back but had no shoulder straps to support her. Her somewhat wide hips gave off a beautiful hourglass figure that was really shown with her shirt that was just like all the others: showed off her hips and legs, started at the waist and went down to her legs but covered nothing more. Yet the most amazing part came when she turned around: there right above her butt was a tail, the same color as her skin and split in two near the end of her tail.
"Amazing….." mark was able to finally speak after a few minutes of this girl's beauty and just as fast as it had started, the music stopped and the girl bowed and walked off the stage. Several of the other table occupants got up and started to leave. "Was that real or is she wearing a costume? I mean, how in the world can you have violet skin and ears like that?" but Mark's comments were in vain; for the rest of the group and fallen asleep because of how much they had drunk. Mark sighed and stood up and looked at the stage once more before leaving.

Mark awoke to the sound of the birds outside his collage apartment, he opened the window and looked outside, the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud inside; an extremely dramatic change from last night's cold winds.
"Was it a dream what is saw yesterday? No I don't think so, though I think the guys wouldn't remember much because of how drunk they were…" Mark said as he yawned. He entered his bathroom and got changed and brushed his teeth before putting on his shoes and started to walk downtown.
Upon arriving, the streets were crowed as usual. Most of the people were wearing long pants with t-shirts or a jacket. Mark was wearing jeans with a black t-shirt saying "I R smart, I go collage." As a joke. As he walked down the streets he saw the building he had entered the previous night. Instead of a black building it was painted purple with several neon green strips in random directions. Mark looked at the street and ran across it so not to get hit by any cars and looked at the building from the front. Then on the door was a "help wanted" sign, he didn't see it the night before because it was in a dark corner and the light didn't shine on it. A grin appeared on his face and he knocked on the door. The man that guarded the door from the night before opened the door to let Mark in.
"Thank you, I'm here for the job, where do go?" ask Mark as well as he could, though a tone of fear went through him as he spoke to the man. The guard gave the motion to follow him and Mark did so, he walked down several hallways before coming to the end of the hall and in large letters said "manager." Then the guard walked back to the front door.
"Oh man, it's been a long time since I had an interview..." Mark readjusted his collar and opened the door, to his surprise it was the violet girl from last night. She wore the same outfit as she did last night.
"Here for a job, huh? I hope you're not like the others who just want to see us women belly dance for free." The girl said. Now that Mark got a closer look at her, she was about 23, maybe 24. "no, I think this would be a great place to work because I'm aiming to get into drama once I get out of collage." This was a lie, but he thought it might his case a little better. "And I want to know how the speakers were set up like that."
"You've been here before haven't you?" She said still sitting in her chair with he hands on the desk.

After an hour or two they had finally finished the interview and were now just talking as if they had known each other for years.
"Your a nice person Mark and since we're so short on help I'm hiring you right now, even though you don't have your resume. Now then any questions?" The woman stated with a large smile on her face and Mark returned the smile.
"Just one: I didn't get your name, can you please tell me what it is?" a small blush crossed Mark's face.
"Oh! Right I'm so sorry, my name is Elisabeth." Elisabeth smiled and the blush Mark had crossed over onto her. "Ok, you first job, Mark, is to clean up all the tables from last night. Then sweep the floor ok?" Mark nodded and went into the main room with a cloth Elisabeth had given him.
"Wow, I got hired here. At least I have a few months to try this job out before returning to my old job… what if I like this job? I guess then I'll quit my other one." Mark thought to himself as he cleaned off the tables. He neared the one that he had been sitting at the night before, the three guys, including Frank, was gone.
"Whew, thought they might have slept here the whole night." He said as the rag went over the table like an ice skater on fresh, thick ice. Mark finished both tasks given to him and also mopped the floor even though he wasn't told to do so. Yet unknown to him Elisabeth watched him from the upper floor where only VIPs could sit and watch.
"He's one hard worker, I like that and I like him…." Elisabeth propped her breasts up with her arms folded.

“oohh!! That’s impossible! How can that new guy steal my love!” A sort stubby man sat in the darkness fifty feet away from Elisabeth, the one thing most people saw first was a big, red, round nose on his face with black beady eyes. “I’ll show them both!”
“Wade? What are you doing? Get back to work; we don’t pay you to stay around.”
“oh um, yes sir!” and Wade then jumped out of the shadows to get to work. Wade wore a red baseball cap to cover all of his hair (if he had any) and a leather jacket with blue jeans. He never wore shoes, only sandals.

“There, all done, I’m sure that Elisabeth will be happy with this.” Mark wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at the clean floor and tables. “I did more than I should have but I think that should give the message ‘I’m devoted to this job’ or something like that.” Mark walked behind the stage to store the mop in the closet. But to his surprise Elisabeth was waiting for him, several beads of sweat went down his forehead but he wiped them off and walked up to Elisabeth.
“Done already Mark?” questioned Elisabeth with a smile and Mark nodded back. “That’s good, now I have something to ask you; would you like to be a belly dancer?” Elisabeth’s voice sounded sweet yet seductive. Mark nodded without thinking about and Elisabeth’s smile grew.
“That’s good, because I’m going to teach you. Please, follow me.” Elisabeth walked back into her office and Mark followed her without question. Once more he was inside her office and the same feeling, which he had before, started to rise.
“Alright, since your doing such a good job I want you to wear this.” Elisabeth said while looking through her dressing cabinet, then she tossed a two piece bikini at Mark, whom was stunned.
"Are you sure about this? I'm a guy, this is a girl's dancing outfit." Mark said with a hint of being somewhat scared.