Smokey tendrils reached the ceiling and the pulsing music pounded in his head as he watched the beautiful belly dancer swaying in front of him and his pals on the dance floor. She was barefoot, curvy, and exotic, filling his head with all kinds of ideas as he puffed away on his hose of the shared hookah. His pals and he were enjoying some Strawberry Margarita flavored tobacco in their hookah at one of the premier hookah spots in the city. This was the favored place for feeling at home, now that he was in America. The Egyptian decor and the sights, smells, and music reminded him so much of his home. The year was 2005 and they had been stateside for about three months. Now that he was twenty two, he was free to hang out with his friends when he wasn’t on he job, so he meant for this to be an epic weekend.
He could barely even nibble at his tabbouleh salad for staring at this goddess in front of him, her golden bracelets and charms jingling as her hips wiggled and her arms undulated, mesmerizing him into a zen-like state. As for her, she had zeroed in on his attraction and was playing him like a fiddle, making sure her eyes were locked on his as she worked her magic on the dance floor. He was a great mark for sure, hopefully he was a superb tipper, she was getting nowhere with his chums next to him. She was not the best belly dancer at Qana Cafe and Hookah, however, she was the most mediterranian looking, even if she had been born and raised stateside. Her name was Zona and from the time she was five, she knew she wanted to be a belly dancer like her mother.
Abbas motioned for her to come over and stuck a five in her belly chain. He asked her to come join them when she was done for a drink and a smoke. She nodded and went back to the floor in a type of movement that could only be described as floating. She felt a rush of confidence that made her finish the dance with a flourish, earning her loud applause and many whistles from the crowd. She indicated to Abbas with some finger pointing that she would be back after checking with the boss. He ususally didn’t mind, as long as she asked him first. As soon as she got his knowing wink, she grabbed a Coke and headed back to Abbas’s table, sitting close enough for him to feel her heat, not touching though. Abbas smiled at her and asked her where she was from, trying to be cool in front of his friends although internally he was shaking like a leaf. God, she was even more beautiful close up.
She explained that she grew up in the states, her Dad moved them first from California to Arizona, winding up in Texas. He was born in Lebanon, came to the states in his mid-thirties for work and met her mother in California. She was Italian beauty and had been dancing in a Navy club in San Diego when he met her. He had gone there with some friends from work and she captivated him with her beautiful smile and smoking hot body. That’s what he told her anyway. She giggled as she related this somewhat truthful story to Abbas, who sat staring into her gorgeous chocolate colored eyes, devouring every word she spoke as the gospel truth. Now it was his turn to tell her where he was from and it took him a few moments to get his brain to engage. What was in this stuff, he wondered, thinking the tobacco might have more in it than advertised.
“Well, I am from Turkey originally, but we moved here recently from Spain when the war with Iraq ended. My parents could not take the violence anymore and wanted a better life for me, they knew I would have the best chance at finding a good job here in Texas, with all of the top notch hospitals in the area.” “Oh, so what do you do?” Zona asked with real interest. Abbas told her he had gone to medical school in Spain and was finishing up studies and working in a laboratory until he graduated next year. He was currently employed at Medical Plaza downtown Ft Worth and went to school at UTA. “Well aren’t you industrious, how is it you have time to party?” she questioned playfully. His friend Zebo butted in, “He is making time this weekend, he needs a break from that slave driver boss of his.” Zona indicated that it was almost time for her to go back, and told Abbas “I want you to enjoy yourself now, drink up and I will see you after my next set.”
As she sashayed away from their table, Zebo elbowed Abbas and grinned. “She has the hots for you my friend, you’d better take advantage of that while you can.” Abbas sat back on the plush couch and sipped his virgin Pina Colada. As he waited for her to float onto the dancefloor again, he decided this must be Heaven and couldn’t wait for her to show him what a good time really was. As Zona changed outfits before her next set she was thinking maybe she wouldn’t play this guy for a fool after all, he might just be her Turkish delight.