"The Dancing Courier Affair" for the Short Affair Challenge 11/7/16

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Challenge: The Short Affair

-Prompt Word #2 – Veil

-Prompt Colour – Silver

Author: mrua7

Title: The Dancing Courier Affair

Word count: Approx. 765

“Dumdumdumdiggidiggi-diggidiggi-chuggaschagadada...diggididiggidi-dumdumdum.”

The playing of the Bandir and Doumbek drums created an interesting and lively rhythm for the onlookers who waited with baited breath for what, or rather who was to come.

Several ceiling fans did little to cool the room and merely moved around the hot air.

Seated at a table to the side of the dance floor was a dark haired man dressed in a grey suit, definitely not a local; he was a well groomed foreigner. Beside him sat a blond, his hair longer and slightly unkempt. He’d removed his black jacket and tie; the top button of his white shirt was undone. He was looking uncomfortable in comparison to his companion.

Their eyes were focused on a woman who’d just stepped out to the middle of the floor.

Aziza, the talented belly dancer would perform tonight, among other things...

She was lithe, an olive skinned beauty scantily clad in sequined pale green robes. Her face was masked with a diaphanous veil held in place by a glittering silver brooch, yet her green eyes were mesmerizing to everyone who’d given her their full attention.

She circled around the floor; her hips undulating in time to the drum beats while her hands moved seductively, circling above her head.

As the dance continued the drum beats became faster and faster creating a controlled frenzy for the girl’s movements.

Her eyes were now on Napoleon Solo and she shimmied her way over to him, jingling as she moved. There were small tinkling bells on her ankles adding to the music of the drums.

When she finally reached him, she drew one of her delicate veils from her hip and wrapped it around the American’s neck.

She rocked her chest in front of him, jiggling her ample bosoms, so much so that it seemed they might free themselves of their captive brassier.

Solo smiled at her moves, but finally she left him and danced across the floor to entertain the rest of the crowd. The drumming quickened, as did the swiveling of her hips.

She had the crowd under her complete control, a captive audience as it were. They’d been worked up to a near frenzy by her dancing.

The drums came to a sudden stop, as did Aziza; both perfectly timed.

The audience rose to their feet, breaking into cheers as they applauded and tossed coins to the floor in front of her to show their appreciation.

Napoleon and Illya did the same and the girl quickly gathered her money before disappearing backstage.

The agents left their table; Solo stuffing the green veil into his jacket pocket as they left the cafe.

“That went well,” Kuryakin commented. “A rather unusual way to make a courier drop.”

They stepped out to the dusty street, surveying their surroundings to make sure they didn’t have a tail.

“And a rather pleasant one I might add,” Napoleon smiled.

“How were these arrangements made?”

“Oh Kassim of our North African division heard that I’d ...we’d be making the pickup so he sent one of his best...ahem, couriers.”

“She was quite talented,” the Russian remarked. “It amazes me the moves that a woman can make with her body, such as she did. I imagine being in bed with one of her talents could make for an...interesting evening.”

“Yes it did…”Napoleon smiled. He had a bemused look of satisfaction.

“Wait...you and her?” Illya’s jaw dropped.”Why then did we have to go through the charade of watching the spectacle of her dance if you met with her already? I presume she made the drop with you then.”

“Oh she did, and then some,” Solo winked.”Now as to the dance; I promised I’d stop by to see her perform before we left. She does it on the side for fun.”

“So the veil…”

“Is merely a little souvenier tovarisch.” Napoleon pulled it from his pocket, giving it a little sniff before he sighed.

“So you have had the parcel all this time and we could have taken an earlier flight out of here, away from this infernal heat?” Illya huffed.

Napoleon could see his partner becoming a bit red in the face.

“Hey don’t get all hot under the collar now.”

“Get?” Illya snapped. “You know extreme heat and I do not mix well.”

“You enjoyed her dancing didn’t you?”

“Well, yes I did.”

“Then I rest my case. Now come on, we have a flight for Rome to catch.”

The agents hopped into their jeep, with Illya as usual, behind the wheel.

They took off, the tires spinning and sending up a little cloud of sand in their wake.

Comments

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

This did happen, for sure. Thanks for filling us in on this bit of background. Everything is most solid and convincing.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Wow thank you!

[yumyumpm.livejournal.com]

Can't blame Illya for being miffed. He'll just have to remember that Rome isn't the most enjoyable city for them.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Yes they've had their share of problems in Rome. Thanks for reading.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I can very much see this happening. I'm fairly sure the heat Illya was feeling was from more than the ambient temperature :-)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! I think you're right! Thank you!

[pfrye.livejournal.com]

As a member of a belly dance troupe I have to say I really enjoyed this. I can also see that this might very well happen knowing the personalities of NS and IK!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

A belly dance troupe? Brava! Glad you liked the story, thank you! :D

[threecee.livejournal.com]

Very visual and the music clip made it more vivid.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! The music clip came after the fact, and I made a few adjustments in the color of her robes and eyes. Glad you enjoyed it and appreciate the comment.