"How Much To Let Me...

...lay my head on your tummy?" was the question I was asked today by a "gentleman" calling to inquire about hiring me as a belly dancer.

*sigh*

I knew right away when he ended his message with "Ps: your delicious looking belly is what led me to call you."

But, I have to give him the benefit of the doubt and return his call, even though in my gut and from experience, I know this is more than likely some psycho fuck nut looking to get off.

I was right...(sometimes I hate being right!)

This "gentleman caller" did briefly mention an event he wanted to hire me for, at an unset determined location and unset determined time (HA). Then went on to the real question; How much would it cost for me to also give him a private dance, where he could fulfill his fetish for my tummy?

Why I am always stunned at these moments, I will never know. It seems always it is after the fact that I come up with the great come-back lines. But I am content with my response!

My response: "Well, I have never had such a request, and it being so unusual, I will require some time to consider it. But, as long as the activity is legal, safe, sane and conscentual, I will be willing to consider it. However, I reserve the right to change my mind and end said performance at any time. Why don't you call me back when you have thought this over."

That way, if this is a legitimate call, I have saved face, and if it is a cop, looking to see if I am a pro, or more likely a psycho fuck nut looking to get his freak on, I have saved my ass.