I Audition For The Belly Dancer Job While My Purebred Siamese Lily Gets Laid

by Alexis Rhone Fancher

I gyrate like Little Egypt in my haram pants and diaphanous veil.
The lessons with Fatima have paid off.

But it’s the minefield between the restaurant’s bar and the stage.
Barefoot, my limp is even more pronounced.

Last night I watched two cats humping.
One of them was mine. Like me, she’s been in an accident.

Like me, her bum leg makes her an easy target. (More …)