She paced in little circles backstage. Somehow this performance meant so much more than the others she had done over the twelve or more years in the nightclubs, restaurants, cabarets and cultural festivals. But, of course, this time she danced the sacred dance of the Goddess for women. Women whose lust she desired. This was the final night of the leather convention and the last chance to perform for so many of the warrior women that she had come to admire over the weekend.

The music changed, Jasmine glided gracefully to the middle of the stage. The spotlight found her and she began swaying to the slow heartbeat-like rhythm.

Her short black hair, slicked back against her scalp sparkled in the bright light. The thin chain that circled her head with the small jewel resting on her forehead shimmered with every her movement. Her blue eyes darkly painted like an ancient Egyptian Princess and lips smiling scarlet contrasted against her milky white complexion. Her tiny 5’ frame cocooned in the costume that she had made especially for this evening. Soft black glove leather sewn into a tight bodice and dress, clung to her sensuous curves, pushing her breasts up into a generous presentation. The two hundred tiny brass buttons traced a shimmering line from her deep cleavage to her ankles. The sides of the dress slit dramatically up to her hips, revealing the sheer red tunic, which hung to her feet and teasingly, draped over her exposed breasts and formed long gracefully draping sleeves.
On her wrists and ankles Jasmine wore wide leather cuffs covered with tiny brass bells, her collar had brass bells and chainmail patterns dripping down between her breasts. Most people would never notice the small d-ring attached to each piece, but the women in this room would see, would know about her.

The rhythm increased into arabesque drumming, chimes and shrill wind instruments. Her body made music with every movement and the heavy brass coin and bell belt hanging off of her hips emphasized the beat and flow of the dance. Jasmine weaved her hips in the ancient sensuous movements of the Serpent Goddess. Wide circles, soft shimmies, accentuating the roll of the tummy, the shape of the breasts, the shimmer of the hips with graceful gesturing hands… snake arms… camel walk… Show them the dances used to impress other women, to catch the eyes of a lover in the world of the Harem!

The beat fluctuated and she looked to the eyes of the audience. One tough looking leather dyke with shades on… she smiled… a Priestess’s eyes see past those flimsy window blinds! Lock eyes; flutter hands, testing, teasing, offering all, and offering nothing! The woman shifts in her seat and wets her lips with her tongue… Gotcha!! Smiles the triumphant dancer! One last spin and now softly turning her gaze across the audience…her glorious smile of passion and dance! Spiraling, hips grinding, chest heaving to the drums! The women were riveted! All eyes devoured the dancer! The sexual invitation rang across the millennium! The first dance of Lilith for Eve, the temptation of the original sin…Goddess Sex!
The dancer’s eyes glitter and dart, teasing each face she notes… soft glance… penetrating glare…pure seduction! Licking her lips she caressed the soft leather stretched across her sweaty body, she shared a small joke with the young butch at the bar…just a gesture, a mime of the butch gulping beer…the dyke knew she had been noticed and moved in closer. The dancer broke contact…and moved to the next spellbound victim. Sexy, tall high heeled black Femme… a Dominatrix to be sure… the African Goddess Oya, if Jasmine were to make a guess. Gazing at her form, from her tall high-heeled boots up her long nylon clad legs, her eggplant spandex miniskirt… her wire and lace held tits…. snakelike, the many braids and beads of her long hair caressing her chest and back…her incredibly high cheekbones…. sensuous lips framing sharp white teeth…and finally the dancer gazed directly into her fiercely blazing eyes!

In a heartbeat Jasmine knew with a sudden chill her mistake, the lamb had offered all to the lioness! She had teased a soul who would not free her! LOOK AWAY! Dance to the far end of the stage. The crowd is getting rowdy! Good. Spin the web of Arachnia, the energy of the Lady! Whistles and catcalls! Thrills and hands clapping in time! Back bends with tummy rolls! Hips shake the coins into a shimmy. Arms weaving spells around her! The dancer moves one final time around the entire edge of the stage for the finale! High and throbbing from the enthusiastic response of the adoring leather dykes! Shy glances to the priestess of Oya! She is nowhere to be seen. With relief and regret Jasmine moves into a spin for the final notes of music and crumples to the ground as the drums suddenly cease!
In the pitch black, the dancer glides backstage, joyful and thrilled at the success of her performance. Whispered quick congratulations and good luck as the next group of women move onto the stage!

Now to escape quickly, to keep the mystery by going to the room to change back into jeans, wash hair and be rid of the make up! Then return to the party, anonymous in her scruffy boy-cruising-for- a- Daddy clothes.

Jasmine exits the back of the stage and slips out into the hall, quietly, unnoticed. Bare feet on thick carpet…Soft wind chime like jingle of bells on her swaying hips. She presses the elevator button and waits.

Her heart stops as cold steel brushes the nape of her neck…silent as an owl snatching its prey! A cultured English accent purrs behind her, “Don’t turn around dancer. Any movement and this blade might cut quite deep.”

Jasmine holds her breath as the elevator doors open. The mirrors on the back wall display the impressive 6’ tall image of the Goddess Oya standing behind her!
“Step into the elevator you little tease! That was quite the dance, but now you will be performing for me alone. Yes little slut, do be afraid, your life may depend on how well you can fulfill the promises your little act made!”

Jasmine studied her feet as they rode the floors in silence. Goosebumps, tremors, and nerves on jagged edge as they pass her stop. Up and up to the top of the hotel. Doors open. Shove from behind! Soft feet patter across the carpet…jing, jing, jing, of the bells…her body tingling with excitement and fear! Knife somewhere at her back…or not…she wasn’t sure.

“Stop here.” Commanded the other woman’s strong voice.
The key card slid open the lock. “Enter” She did as she was told!