Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 122: Trouble Indeed! [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

The music to Taylor Swift’s song, I Knew You Were Trouble, came blasting out, and the girls started a very well-co-ordinated raunchy dance to the song, with Delphi on the microphone singing the lead vocals.

"Once upon a time

A few mistakes ago

I was in your sights

You got me alone

You found me..."

The girls danced from one side of the stage to the other with Delphi belting out the song and the other girls all with headsets singing the backing vocals, "trouble, trouble, trouble".

Who knew she had such a good singing voice? thought Alton. He supposed it was another of the skills the Emperor had wanted from these women in order to keep him entertained, singing and dancing by the looks of it.

The girls paired off back-to-back and shimmied all the way down to the stage with their asses touching, then back up again, to the claps and cheers of the men.

Delphi and Opal were paired for this because they were the same height, which meant that their asses were at the same level to touch each other.

They had a similar build and hair colour too; Alton couldn’t help but notice. He had to admit it was a very fetching sight.

Arrie had them doing some kind of suggestive move with their hips shaking and their busts pushed forward which made Alton fearful that Delphi was going to pop right out of that little gold bustier.

He looked across at Brenner and glared fiercely at the hungry look he saw in the man’s eyes. If that soldier so much as touched her with his pinkie finger he would snap it off!

In the finale to the dance, Arrie had the girls all lined up in a row, first they crawled across the stage curving their backs and shaking their asses as they crawled. They stood up for the reverse trip, leaning half-bent over, asses pushed out, each girl practically resting their head on the ass of the girl in front of her and simulating smacking her ass while Delphi sang "trouble, trouble, trouble".

Alton started coughing and nearly choked watching Delphi smack Feifei’s ass while Opal smacked Delphi’s.

’Trouble’ indeed... What the hell Araminta!? Where did she learn this stuff? Is this what they taught them in the palace? Perhaps this was part of their training in seduction...

Well it was goddamned working, if he was meant to be the guinea pig!

He closed his eyes and tried to think about his mother, as he felt his cock hardening in response to that erotic little performance.

For heaven’s sake! He was just trying to keep an eye on the team before their first mission and he had to be tormented like this did he?

Between this evening’s pornographic performance and Delphi’s immodest flaunting of her assets, he was starting to feel more than pent up; he was like Mount Vesuvius about to blow!

His men, on the other hand, had risen to their feet and were loudly voicing their appreciation for the dance moves.

Alton massaged his temples, practising his qigong breathing techniques.

Thank God the dance finally drew to a close and the girls took a bow, otherwise he may have had to become one of those dirty old men behind the bleachers...

Alton joined in the spirited clapping, though for different reasons than his enthusiastic men, who were whooping and whistling their approval.

"Thank you, boys for the warm appreciation," Delphi laughed into the microphone. "You can blame Arrie entirely for that little number, and of course Winter for these skimpy little outfits."

Arrie and Winter stepped forward and took a bow, receiving their deserved adulation from the men for their good work.

"Alright, that’s us girls done for the revue competition, we’re looking forward to seeing what you men have in store for us. I think Magnus was your choreographer, is that right?"

Cormac yelled, "hell yeah," and raised Magnus’s arm.

"I did what I could with the rough clay I was given," called Magnus.

"Hey, who are you calling rough clay?" said Niko. "I’m a very talented dancer I’ll have you know."

Magnus shook his head, "I did my best General, but two left feet are a real drawback in a dance routine."

The girls all laughed, having very low expectations of what the men could do; afterall, they had all seen Baer, Niko and Wolf’s moves, and they were very awkward, like ogres dancing a jig.

"He’s talking about Baer," shouted Niko.

"You’re no John Travolta yourself," Baer gave him a punch in the ribs and Niko grunted, punching the big man back.

"Over to you then boys!" called Delphi cheerfully over the microphone.

"Give us a second to do our make-up," said Magnus jokingly. "Just take your seats and we’ll be back in a jiffy. Cue the music DJ Arrie..."

Arrie gave Magnus the heads-up, still panting from her exertions. So much fun!

Winter had a little secret smile on her face.

"What are you smiling about Wints?" asked Delphi. "What do you know that we don’t?"

"I helped them with their costumes," she smiled mysteriously. "You’ll have to wait and see. I’m not giving the surprise away."

"Oh, so that’s how it is now, is it? Keeping secrets for the boys from us? Are you switching allegiances?"

"Only when the secret’s insignificant," Winter smiled sweetly.

The girls grabbed drinks and settled themselves into the front row of the bleachers. Delphi was somewhere in the middle of the ten women, sitting between Feifei and Lili.

Alton moved himself back a few rows to give the girls some space.

They were flying high as kites after their dance routine and still dressed in those skimpy little outfits.

He didn’t want to be branded a pervert, and he couldn’t trust his eyes not to roam... he was a man born of the human race, after all.

Magnus popped his head into the training room and gave Arrie the thumbs up. She dimmed the lights and turned on their routine music.

It was the twanging heavy guitar of The Black Keys’ song, Lonely Boy, and the girls got excited with just the first catchy guitar riff. Before the drums had even kicked in they were squealing and clapping.

The stage lights flicked on, and the men stood in a fanned-out v-shape with Brenner at the front of the V on vocals. Cormac and Magnus stood on either side of him, Baer and Niko made up each end of the V to the left and right wings.

They all wore tight jeans which strained across the muscles of their thighs, and identical tight small-checkered dress shirts with press studs.

The girls screamed with delight. They had never seen the men dressed up in anything other than a military uniform before.

The men began their dance performance.