El Ombligo

El Ombligo

On a narrow side street in Rio above a slatted door there flashed a green and red sign, Chicas Muy Bonita, Caliente. Below on the peeling and faded wall, the light alternately lit another sign; it read El Ombligo.

Arturo watched from the shadows. He could hear the heavy beat from the band within, little shafts of disco lights stabbed the darkness through the slatted windows.

He wanted to go in, to see her. But he knew she was working. He could not bear to see her dancing in front of all those men. She said it was just work for the money. She had no skills she said but this, and it paid well.

Cumbia that was the dance, slow, heavy and sexy rhythms. She loved to dance, to show her body. The costume was scanty. A low bikini, a tight revealing bra. The dances erotic. Her belly button revolved as she moved.

It was that which first sought his eyes when they met. He was sitting in a tram and she was standing. In a green camisole crop- top and low jeans. Her belly button was at his eye level. A perfect navel.

Arturo was an artist. He admired shape and form. This belly button was so neat, so inviting, the

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: alastair macleod
Bildmaterialien: alastair macleod
Lektorat: alastair macleod
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 06.12.2012
ISBN: 978-3-7309-0391-9

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